indie pop bliss, everything you do is genius!

Fantastic tune, loving the structure and every part of the song !

this could only be you. totally Leighton track and hence I love it

I never doomscroll.  I rock scroll, plant scroll, pottery scroll. I let David read the news for me and he passes along what he thinks is important. but he has a conspiratorial mind so I am writing this from the bunker :)

The Board Sea: 30 Great new tracks from the SoundCloud community

My Dad, 
Ronald Gennery (Ronnie Babes)
who passed away 29th December 2020
Photo of Mum and Dad on Brighton beach sometime in the 50's

Thank you pops for.......

Buying me, as a combined 13th birthday and Christmas present,
a drum kit. Little did we know, the magical musical world that it would open up. A wonderful place that still excites and feeds my creative needs to this very day. Gives me reason and a purpose and never lets me down.
Gifting me, for my 15th birthday, my first guitar, because I wanted to write songs.
Letting me bang around on the expensive piano that stood in the hallway of our family home, because I needed to write "Piano" songs.
Taking my band of school mates all over London for gigs. Being our driver, chief roadie and head of security.
Always being interested in everything that I do, especially my music, right until your last breath.
And most important, for making, then shaping me to be the man that I am today.

The Sea:

The sea's all I need, shuffle and hide,
go figure with the tide.
The sea's where I needed to be.
The morning my father died, caught a chill deep inside,
but not from the breeze.
Sniffle and sigh, quake through my knees,
one step at a time.

The sea's where I needed, to be,
to work out how I feel, shift thing's about.
Brain overkill, which way to go,
shall I follow, the same path as I always do.
You, you won't be here, when I return.
You, you won't be here.....ever again.
I won't see you, ever again.

the sea

I put my doomscrolling on pause and I started reading articles instead. This is one of the most fascinating things I have ever read:
https://www.wired.com/story/oysters-that-knew-what-time-it-was/

Some day, I'll compile all the weird and interesting articles and share them. There's another one about how vibrations are the foundation of consciousness, and one on the history of travelling with cats.

Perpendicularism

The Clams Knew

“The banjo is such a happy instrument. You can't play a sad song on the banjo, it always comes out so cheerful.” -Steve Martin

"If you're bored it's probably because you're boring." -My Mom

Inspired by the funnier side of @jeff-pope whose songs are anything but boring. Check him out. 

I’m not mad
I’m not sad
I’m not anything but where I’m at
I’m just bored, so bored, so bored

I’m not a fanatic
That’s too erratic 
I’m just a TV set to static
That means I’m bored, I’m so bored, I’m just bored

I got nothing to believe in
No dreams to be dreaming 
Tomorrow’s just another day

I don’t care for chitchat
I been there, I done that
The world could just spin away

I don’t fish
I don’t golf 
Whatever turns you on turns me off
I’m so bored with being bored 
I don’t wanna be so bored no more

I tried cocaine 
And LSD
I tried transcendental philosophy 
But I’m snoring, ‘cause it’s boring
And it’s 4 in the morning, I’m bored

Sorry if I’m a no-show
I’m feeling anti-social
It’ll probably be boring anyway

A birthday, an earthquake
Anything for for god’s sake
The world could stop spinning for a day

Then I’d be glad
I’d be relieved
Because I’d be anything that isn’t me
‘Cause I’m bored, so bored, so bored

Yabba dabba wabba whoa whoa whoa

I’m not mad
I’m not sad
I’m not anything but where I’m at
I’m just bored, so bored, so bored
So bored
So bored
So bored
So bored
So bored
So bored
So bored
So bored
So bored

So Bored

Don't miss the video for this track: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_J4fMI34pg

This is the first track of Heartscore's upcoming album. I plan to publish the full album at the end of the year, approximately November. In the meantime I will promote this track as an appetizer together with the accompanying video, which you can find here: 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_J4fMI34pg 

The track and the album feature again the italian singer Giacomo Rossi on Lead vocals. Since I work with Giacomo the music of "Heartscore" has changed from Progressive Rock to Heavy Metal and the upcoming album will mean a further step into pure Metal-territory. You can expect Power-Metal in the tradition of Judas Priest, Manowar and Iron Maiden. But some tracks will also touch Thrash-Metal. 
It's also the first time in the history of "Heartscore", that I have written the lyrics myself and have not (ab)used old poems.
lyrics
Medusa’s head 

Raped by the god of the sea 
Beheaded by her enemy 
She was all alone 

Rage of a woman’s soul 
Turned into a brutal ghoul 
Her look turns men to stone 

Chorus: 

Medusa’s head was cut away 
But her glare still found its way 
Medusa’s head! Medusa’s head! 

Caused by Poseidon’s force 
Dead she gave birth to a horse 
Riding to the sky 

Snakes around her head 
Soon you would be dead 
Don’t look into her eyes 

Chorus 

She was beheaded so fast 
Cause Perseu’s weapons were too vast 
Sandals, helm and sword 

Holding the shield like a mirror 
He was able to beat her 
Put her head in a sack and corded it 

Chorus 

Chorus

Lead Vocals: Giacomo Rossi (www.youtube.com/c/GiacomoRossi92) 
All instruments: Dirk Radloff 
Music and lyrics: Dirk Radloff

Medusa's head

well you wait ages for a Russ jam and blow me down! two come along at the same time :-)

Like Buses

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
https://www.facebook.com/wouwouandthewormling

This is the second song posted from the album Bitzone, Stricknice, Wou-Wou & the Wormling, and I have been working on together with a number of other friends on SoundCloud. The first song shared was the late 80s indie American underground inspired song, Ghosting Out, that include Bonetender joining with his transistor organ and guitar. The Show / The Shrike Pt. 3 is one of the 4 songs on the album inspired by Wou-Wou & the Wormling’s graphic novel, the Shrike, which inspired this project. 

Massive thanks to Carlos Vivanco and Belial Pelegrim for joining us on this track. This is the 2nd song Belial has joined me on and the first song I have had the privilege of working with Carlos on. It is amazing to have them both on the same track together. I feel so lucky to get to work with all my favorite musicians.

Carlos Vivanco: Keys, Horns, Synth
https://soundcloud.com/carlosvivanco-1
https://carlosvivanco1.bandcamp.com
Belial Pelegrim: Guitar, Synth, Treated Chimes
https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Samples, Production, Intro and Outro
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Lyrics, Vocals, Bass, Guitar, Keys, Drums, Samples, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:
Slowly the room will fill with smoke 
Mirrors help occupy the hoax 
Laughing when no one gets the joke
Millions waiting for the quote
Tell me what would you do for fame
How do you plan to win the game
Can you fit in the mould they make
If I asked would you scream my name
For the show

Simon says I will take the lead
Stick with me and you will succeed 
Come and get it come and chase this dream
All you need is a sob story
Like a moth to a flame so bright
Your a slave to the stark spotlight
Cheshire cat with her teeth so white
Tune in and see it all tonight
In the show

In the show

Later that evening as smoke from the chimney was pelted by the rain
Slain and dismembered my head fully severed and mounted and displayed 
It’s hard to explain I’m awake with no pain and hallowed out in the brain
I wouldn’t complain, a life that’s mundane, is all I could hope to attain
except i was detained by bird with a man and this is what he was saying  

Are you having me on?

In the show

You are out all day and this sorry excuse is all that you bring back?
This second rate stag you decided to bag isn’t worthy of a plaque 
Did I make my self clear I can’t tell from your sneer are we still on same track
Our collection is nearly complete I conceit but there is only one thing that we lack

One human head 
One human head
Don’t disappoint me now
In the show
You’re a freak, an animal and most importantly a killer
You’re a freak, an animal and most importantly a killer
A killer
A killer
A killer

The Show / The Shrike Pt. 3

Carlos Vivanco, Belial Pelegrim, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & Couch - The Show / The Shrike Pt. 3

Tick Tock        Janine Levinson 2020

it was only after i wrote, recorded, and published this song that I realized that figs do not exactly swell out of flowers.  Please forfig me.

I like the change of seasons for the angle of the light
and the feeling that the weather will be changing overnight

I like the air in the winter though it seizes in my lungs
and I cough like I am dying but I love that gentle sun

Tick tock        
I do a mic drop     
Onto the wet rot        
To make a new stalk

The summer melts my worries as the grassy hills turn brown
On the road as we are driving to the beach, where I will drown

Fall is reassuring :  No, we will not roast forever 
As the santa ana winds bend down and yield to cooler weather

Tick tock          
A yellow leaf drops      
Onto the wet rot        
To make a new stalk

I love you, sky!                  
I love you wind!
Pollen, nectar, bark and limb
I am of you, and you are mine
The leaf is born as winter dies

Spring is for seduction as the figs swell out of flowers
And the tadpoles grow their froggy legs  and rain comes down in showers

Tick tock          
A yellow leaf drops      
Onto the wet rot        
To make a new stalk

I like the change of seasons for the angle of the light
and the feeling that the weather will be changing overnight

Tick Tock

An old track, (quite a few years old), very badly recorded...

The dragging of the day
as the salt sea wails
against a white and endless sky
impaled again

Roaming, floating 
I don't know why
On a ragged tide now
As mad gulls fly

Scorched to the depths now
A small town wails
and old mistakes
that have been made
wade down again

Floating, roaming
I don't know why
Adrift on a ragged tide now
As mad gulls...cry...

Mad Gulls

Watch the video and listen to You Listen while soaking in the vibes of Mexican agriculture circa 1950s here: https://fb.watch/2tXYb4EpAr/

I deeply recognize the disparity in ways natural and human disasters affect different groups of people and the need for greater equality of care. I also recognize that I live with many privileges that others do not have. And with these recognitions, I still believe there is space for us all to have a gratitude practice while passionately endeavoring for positive change.  

I am grateful for all the accumulated creativity and work of our ancestors that lead to the eventual creation of the internet and SoundCloud which has enabled us to remain artistically connected during this period of increased physical isolation. 

May everyone’s seeds be fruitful and multiply.

Jonathan Beckenstein: Rhythm Guitar, Fake Steel Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein
Calebass: Guitars and Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/calebass
Jon Lock: Bass
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5 
Janine Levinson: Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson
 the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix, Master, and Campfire Leader
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

We thank this seed with its potency
To bring forth fruits so copiously
With opened hearts and festivity  
4 20 days of ceremony 
 
You listen
Oh, you listen
We’re thankful that 
You listen

You listen
Yea, you listen
In the morning dew
You glisten

We honor you with crimsoned desire
Following Nanahuatl who jumped in the fire
May your sacrifices continue to inspire
And bring forth gratitude until we expire 

The days are long and the weather is hot
We call on the rains to weather our crops
Bless the labor of men and divined thought 
Honored to sacrifice for all that we got 

We thank this seed with it’s potency
To bring forth fruits so copiously
With opened hearts and festivity  
4 20 days of ceremony 
 
We be handing out the alms for the love of Xipe Totec
Got the gods in the house garlands all around their necks
Sitting on sheaves, leaves of tzapote 
Honoring renewal of life and all that is holy 
Flayed in the way maize loses layers 
With hope of vegetation we given up the prayers
Flayed in the way maize loses layers 
With hope of vegetation we given up the prayers

Jonathan Beckenstein, Janine Levinson, Jon Lock, Russ, Calebass & CK - You Listen

Open Book

MOMA

I Can't Look Away

Honor the TIde        

Janine Levinson 2021
Guitars by the wonderful Jonathan Beckenstein @jonathan_beckenstein

The ebb and the swell and the push and the pull
You’re aware of the tide or you’re not
The flickering voices that whisper the answers
Won’t bother to wonder the ears that you’ve got

You will flow or resist, go along or be pissed
You will honor the tide or you won’t
And the feelings you feel go as far as your skin
While the water just crushes your bones
The water just crushes your bones

In times of confusion and heavy persuasion
You’ll lie down and give, or you won’t
As pungent reminders flow down through the rafters
And you choose to swallow or shut down the whole

They will flow or resist, go along or be pissed
They will honor the tide or they won’t
And the feelings they feel go as far as your skin
While the water just crushes their bones
The water just crushes their bones     

It’s the way of the world,  It’s the way that things are
You will honor the tide or you won’t
You’re the tiniest speck on the tiniest star
And it really don’t matter, cause we really don’t

We will flow or resist, go along or be pissed
We will roll with the tide or we won’t
And the feelings we feel go as far as the sky
But the water still crushes our bones
The water still crushes our bones
The water still  crushes our bones

Honor The Tide - With Jonathan Beckenstein

thanks david for recording some shit about bats. real cool stuff dude

NIGHT LIFE

his reality seems a lot more hopeful than mine :)

Preston Nichols Meets God

hey friends. 
back from break with a promise to catch up with you all and a hearty thank you for listening. 
Lyrics: 
Well its not like I dont feel heat
or my clocks on a different beat
there is a comet you never see
heading straight for you and me.
i cant help but laugh when you freak over
nothing again. 

well its not like i dont go deep
there is an anchor tied to my feet
getting so dark that i cant see
the miracle that is you and me
i cant help but laugh when you freak over
nothing again
the deeper you go the darker it gets.

nothing again

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Sideproject of Mayor of Donutville that frequently becomes just a part of Mayor of Donutville, making one question the necessity of the distinction in the first place. Eh?

20 years of incomplete songs - also known as "pop music for young me."

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