Rave On brother n Sista, Love this. Gritty n edgy and full of tasty treats to make you think it really is worth being alive!!!!!!!!!!! X

Gary, of Mountain Songs (https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs)
contacted me about 2 years ago and offered me a baseline stem from an Alpha Roots collaboration he was working on with Joerxworx. About 2 years ago, that is crazy! I, of course, said I would take the stem. I needed to finish some other songs that were in the works before getting to play with Alpha Roots’s baseline. By the time I was ready to connect with the vibe, Russia had invaded Ukraine, unfathomable tragedy had begun, and the world was changing again. My song writing reflected the horror of what was going on. By the time all the stems were gathered, vocals were recorded, and the song was mixed and mastered, another war had broken out and the horror continued. 

Massive thanks to Mountain Songs for  trusting me with these blessed Alpha Roots stems. So glad Jamie, Jonathan, Joerxworx, and Russ got a chance to work with Alpha Roots again. Alpha Roots lives on. 

And the song is ready just in time for Halloween! 

Track Credits:

Alpha Roots: Bass
https://soundcloud.com/alpha-roots
Jamie Rhind: Organ
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind
Jonathan Beckenstein: Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein
https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com
Joerxworx: Sax
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
the Couch King: Lyrics, vocals, and production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
https://soundcloud.com/the-exe-stencilists
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics: 

Sleep walker doing bidding in the night
Night stalker, half asleep, right now, while you fright, wow
Sleep walker hypnotized prowler by the moon
Moon shocker, mindless rocker, from the tomb eww

Dr. Caligari caught cha sleepin’
Day dreamin’ though you woke
Never thought what you were thinkin’
Now you only speakin’ what he spoke

It’s a somnambulist break in
Break in
Gonna stab them in the bed now
It’s a somnambulist break in 
Break in
Fillin’ ‘em with dread ya

Sleep walker doing bidding in the night
Night stalker, half asleep right now, while you fright, wow
Sleep walker hypnotized prowler by the moon
Moon shocker, mindless rocker, from the tomb eww

Dr. Caligari gonna open
The coffin where you’ll rest
On his order you awaken
Now you answerin’ without questionin’ his behest 

It’s a somnambulist break in
Break in
Gonna stab them in the bed now
It’s a somnambulist break in

Sleep walker doing bidding in the night
Night stalker, half asleep right now, while you fright, wow
Sleep walker hypnotized prowler by the moon
Moon shocker, mindless rocker, from the tomb eww

Dr. Caligari caught cha sleepin’
Day dreamin’ though you woke
In the shadows see you creeping
His knife hidden inside his cloak 

It’s a somnambulist break in
Break in
Gonna stab them in the bed now
It’s a somnambulist break in 
Break in
It all turning red now

Somnambulist Break In

Alpha Roots, Jamie R, Jonathan B, Joerxworx, Russ & the Couch King - Somnambulist Break In

This is the lead track from the set of songs that I began with Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the turmoil and chaos brought upon by the pandemic. This is also the first part of four tracks within the album directly based on Wou-Wou’s comic, The Shrike. It has been incredible working with Bitzone and Stricknice throughout the project as well. It is always cool when the everyone in the stag heard works well togehter and brings distinct yet complimentary ideas to the mix. Big thanks also to Weighty Tree for introducing his groovy style of neopsychedelica to the rut! 

May everyone be victorious at their turn during the rut.

Track Credits:
The Weighty Tree: Guitars
https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree
https://theweightytree.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Intro Guitars, Samples and Sample Work, Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Orchestration, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Reverse Guitar, Bass, Mellotron, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Ending Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Intro
Several weeks after the events of The Great Scurry, all had returned back to normal in the autumnal forest. Nature has a way of quickly shaking off the traumas of the past and returning to its most basic of desires. You see, all of life yearns to mate and procreate, and while most that experience defeat from the stronger or rejection from those seeking the fitter, muster the determination to get back up again, some take their spurning to heart, as if they were more deserving than nature intended, where it festers and begins to grow a new grotesque life of its own.     

Verse
Word 
Yo
As antlers crashed with the desperation of lust 
And the scent of musk in the air
I couldn’t help but take notice there
Was a sweet smell of autumn 
Carried in the gust 
Of wind  
It is a beautiful time of the year
When the does come into estrus 
And there is only one thing on my mind
I must get some of that behind 
I find
Times like these to be harbingers 
That linger
I could count times like these on my fingers
If I didn’t have hooves 
And wasn’t crashing to the ground 
With the sound of defeated dreams 
Of games of hard to get
And multiple days of getting wet 
I let the overwhelming excitement of rut
Get the best of me 
And now am crest fallen to see
The Doe that I thought was mine
Walk away with the buck that brought me down to the twines
Uh

The Shrike Pt. 1

The Weighty Tree, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 1

Written and produced by She's Excited!
Programming, vocals and lyrics by Anne Wichmann
Trombone by Mike Estabrook
Field recordings by Gene Chaban
Cover credits: Photo by Konstantin Onishchenko, Art by katiamess

Hello brain
It's been a while
Hello grey matter
Life never tasted any better

So many things we do
Look at this mess
Good news is:
If we did it, we can undo it
We can unscrew it
If you're up to it
We can see this through

We can love and respect and protect and connect
We can see, we can feel, we can let it be and agree
We can allow different world views
Kung Fu, Zulu, Voodoo, Urdu
We can choose not to subdue

Hello white matter
Come on, let's try this
Life never tasted any better

Moments Of Sonder

Hello Brain (feat. Mike Estabrook)

Written and produced by She's Excited!
Vocals and lyrics by Komputer
Vocals and lyrics by Anne Wichmann
Guitar and field recordings by Gene Chaban
Cover credits: Photo by Konstantin Onishchenko, Art by katiamess

Moment Of Sonder

All I Need (feat. Komputer)

Written and produced by She's Excited!
Poetry and voice by Clara Francesca
Programming by Anne Wichmann
Field recordings by Gene Chaban
Cover credits: Photo by Konstantin Onishchenko, Art by katiamess

Sonder
Into
The Umbilical cHord
Of
 
Wonder
Through
The
Meaning Of
 
Ponder
Over
Crevices
Of
 
Life
An
Never Ending
Flow
For
 
Did
They All
Decide To
Silence
 
Holding
Space
Inside
Spaceships
Of Earth’s
 
Mother,
Call
My
 
Mother, Bore My
 
Mother,
By
Another
 
Sonder
My Name

A Mother's Flame (feat. Clara Francesca)

Written and produced by She's Excited!
Programming, vocals and lyrics by Anne Wichmann
Guitar and field recordings by Gene Chaban
Cover credits: Photo by Konstantin Onishchenko, Art by katiamess

Our dreams are set on fire
So many stories to inspire
They enclose us
As we yearn

The feelings raw and wired
So many outcomes to desire
Well, they know our
Stories burn

Unknowing you are everything
Invisible naked ties
Raging inside a hurricane
A cut-off and unleashed kite
While sensing the lives of everywhere
You don’t need no wings to fly, fly, fly
In the year of sonder

Our dreams are set on fire
So many stories to inspire
They enclose us
As we yearn

Unknowing you are everything
Invisible naked ties
Raging inside a hurricane
A cut-off and unleashed kite
While sensing the lives of everywhere
You just need the will to fly
Nothing we can’t do
In the year of sonder

We’re on our way
It’s the year of sonder

Year Of Sonder

Watch the video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9zWAGy6ncI
Written and produced by She's Excited!
Programming, vocals and lyrics by Anne Wichmann
Guitar & field recordings by Gene Chaban
Cover credits: Photo by Konstantin Onishchenko, Art by katiamess

Bleeding stars light up the sky
Prodigies and beasts are bidding their good-bye
And I see the rising of the hollow signs of doubt
Want to believe, want to believe
There’s love beneath

So I close my eyes
And I say to myself:
“Love, you know how to stabilize.”
And I unfold my mind:
“There’s no heaven, there’s no hell, love
There’s no fortunes left to tell.”

Oh, I’ll be eating up the sorrows
I’ll turn the frowns around
Hope to see the growing signs of doubt just going down

So I close my eyes
And I say to myself:
“Love, you know how to stabilize.”
And I unfold my mind:
“Quit the stories and get well, love
There’s no fortunes left to tell.”

We all live complicated lives
And we all sometimes just want to hide
So many fates in the high-rise
They’re unknown, un-shown, hand-sewn, full-blown and grown

Bleeding stars light up the skies
Prodigies and beasts are bidding their good-bye
And I see the rising of the hollow signs of doubt
Want to believe, want to believe
There’s love beneath

Celebrity Parade

This is the latest song from the album Wou-Wou & the Wormling, Stricknice, Bitzone, and I have been working on. Like all the rest of the songs in the set, this one began during the start of the pandemic and reflects the changes in political perspective that were happening in society, and continue to this day. And, as with the other songs, I started this song with an unreleased demo from Wou-Wou and created a 1 minute outline which I then often passed on to a guest collaborator. When it came time to fully work on the track, I expanded on the original idea, along with the guest collaborator stems, until a full song was arranged. I then passed the bones and organs of the song to Stricknice and Bitzone to add any additional muscles and flesh they believed in until it was finished. I am so blessed to work with Wou-Wou, Bitzone, Stricknice, and all the guest collaborators on this inspired set, that one day will be complete. 

May everyone find something authentic to themselves to believe in.

Track Credits:
Mayor of Donutville: Synths, Chimes, Vocals
@mayor-of-donutville
https://mayorofdonutville.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Guitars, Reverse Guitars
@j-nice-6
Bitzone: Bass, Drums, Keys, Vocals, Mix, and Master
@bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Guitar, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
@wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Waiting for the next season
Waiting for a better reason
Waiting for some cohesions
In my something to believe in

Searching for another chapter
Searching for another answer
Searching for the here after
To give me something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Praying for a true sign
Praying for not to resign
Praying that any divine
Has something for me to believe in

Been out there but it’s freezing
Been out there but it’s displeasing
Been out there now releasing
My reason for something to believe in

There’s nothing in the wind speaking
There’s nothing in the house creaking
There’s nothing for the sinned seeking
For there’s nothing left to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Reborn but still
Still worn out for real
Forlorn with no goodwill
Forgotten like landfill
Discarded until rotten
Downtrodden turned to God and
Abandoned I turn to
The concerns of the spurned few
True or is it not true
It is what we’ve been through
When all has been lost to
Those others who sin too
Grew up with a promise
Now there’s thieves up upon us
Asking who can we turn to
To return to us what’s due
I shouted but nobody
Listened I doubted
And then somebody heard
Just wanted to be devoted
So a savior got stirred
For a favor his word
With our promise to help turn
The truth to be blurred

When will there be a new leader
When will there be a new preacher
When will there be my savior
To tell me what I should believe in

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Something To Believe In

Mayor of Donutville, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & CKP - Something To Believe In

Lyrics written and performed by @angelakerfoot

Music, production and artwork by Wou-Wou & The Wormling

Featuring drum samples from SampleSwap: http://bit.ly/2eZ8Mur

Desert Graves (feat. Ang Kerfoot)

Thoughts don't have punctuation- Project underway's and delays with why?
In respect to the world and its wonders its full of turmoil and anguish, the road to destruction it keeps getting worse and worse the negative aspects of self the ego the go the wonders of what the mother fuck am I doing here in this place the uncomfortable visions of failure and the fear of the forward its like waking up after a night of heavy drinking flip flopping, flailing about, setting of fireworks on the middle arch at 5 o clock in the morning and a heavy head of alcohol blues and feeling so poisoned by self infliction of overboard boozing and you panic inside for confidence is battered by the experience’s gathered emotions of living the adrenaline buzz of flow pouring out notions riding the wave before the block comes a knocking and your sit sat contemplating once more procrastination and you are having an affair of the senses and avoidance makes you thirsty the flow go gets entwined in the exterior you focus on a magnified detail and you blow it up and look at it and twist it round with paint, pen and word and your mind is tangled in it self and your talking in tongues your apart from yourself looking in windows like the outsider staring into the fire.

A trip down memory laney - before the block comes.

limerick walking sounds

Illustrator that sometimes makes music.

Get in touch if you'd like me to draw something for your next release.

Desert Graves (feat. Ang Kerfoot)

Wou-Wou & The Wormling

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