cool indie/goth rock style track......nicely driven by the bass guitar......groovy vocals

A real tense piece. Great sound. Always moving around.

I feel the ambiance Cure, transports me back to that époque in my musical Life.

Cool song, great vocals, and production!! …..🌍☮︎👍🐞🍀2024… and Happy New Year!😊

Really like how the bass drives the song.

So absolutely cool!! So many cool pulls I get from your song. Very original and cool.

Flow

I wrote this song after an in-depth conversation with my mother who spent years searching for her mother.  It's in 7/8; perhaps reflecting the irregularity of relationships.

Bouzouki, harp, bass and drum programming, mixed and premastered by Dónal Lunny
Mastered by Ivan O'Shea
Editing/Vocals/BV/guitar/photo of my mum by SuZanne

(Because you asked Jeff.  When my Ma met her mother she commented on the colour of her eyes and said, "They're brilliant blue..." and it's the way she said it and looked that stuck in my mind)

Brilliant Blue
Her eyes are brilliant blue, mine are brown
I take after my father, they say he was a farmer
My mother's at the window as I say goodbye
I've only just met her, she is 84 0r 85

Refrain: Brilliant blue eyes, greet my brown
I've waited all my life, for this

2lb 4oz wrapped in cotton wool, placed in a cardboard shoebox
given to nuns in Bloom Street
Manchester in 1940, I was one of many a child and mother
sent from Catholic Ireland

Refrain      Lahlahlahs

Sixty-two years since we met, mother
I just wanted to see you one time, if you want me too
Your eyes are brilliant blue, mine are brown
as I leave the white-haired woman
It was dead of winter I was found

Lahlahlahs   Refrain

Brillinat Blue Master         

Brilliant Blue feat: Dónal Lunny

End Of LIght

Retour aux Aiguilles de Port-Coton (piano)

Dollar General

Room With a View

Tempus Fugit

Pennsylvania

Sidewalk

I am Nobody

'Flow'

Falsestart: rhythm & bass
Scotty: lead, lyrics, vocals

I'm somewhere stuck in the middle.
I can't decipher these riddles.
I know I must but can't seem to let it go.
The strength to see through these billows
brings restless nights to my pillows.
Spiraling, I can't seem to let it go.
I'm digging deep into will, though,
or it continues to kill, slow.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling.
I must find a 'good' way to overcome.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling. 
I must find a 'good' way to overcome
or I will succumb. 

Society, I'm finding,
is difficult surviving.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Inside, I feel I'm dying.
Can't stop these tears from crying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Although you see me trying,
can't keep myself from flying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
So, I rise again. 

Your influence; uplifting. 
I feel my spirit shifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
My brain's begun its sifting
to keep my mind from drifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
This strength, it comes within me.
My destiny's within reach.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.... 

Here I am. 
My own man.
With no plans.
Flow.


flow (with Falsestart)

The image shows a slightly altered photo detail from: Tree Stump, Meanwood Churchyard, a photography by Tim Green from Bradford (Wikimedia commons)

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"They all go stupid in a race."
(Gustave Flaubert, 1821-1880)

The following text passage is mainly a translation from a blog by the author Goetz Eisenberg (*1951) called:
https://durchhalteprosa.de/ 
(which can best be translated as „Perseverance Prose“)

In the translation I have tried to stay as close as possible to the original text, however, due to phrasing, composition (etc…), I have used slight changes and additions.
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Desensitization

Apocalyptic images 
Every evening on the news 
Heat, fires and disease
Floods, earthquakes, famines, 
War and destruction…
We are given such a daily dose 
Of horror news 
That we loose 
The capacity for outrage and revolt. 
We become numb 
And also threaten to loose 
The abilities we need 
To have empathy. 

(ref1)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Make us fall silent
And paralyse the hooves

All go crazy in a race …

The more drastic the images 
We are presented with, 
The faster we forget 
What we have seen. 
The abundance and above all 
The concreteness of the images
Is the best means 
Of making us immune
To others misfortune. 
This is a facet of the "dialectic of enlightenment" 
That is far too little considered:
The more clearly 
Barbarism can be seen, 
The faster 
We forget it. 
News had a greater impact on us 
When we only heard or read it. 
The images of it arose 
In our minds 
And then occupied us more than one time

All go crazy in a race …

(ref2)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Simply fob us off
With the surface

All go crazy in a race 
They all go stupid in a race	(2)
and we float along with it…

Desensitization

AD INFINITUM 
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Composition created in August 2023 and edited in October.

11 native instrument tracks from MS2 and the Xewton forum.

2 Sunrizer Tracks

2 digital tracks D1

3 Flowtones tracks

1 Xpad track

1 Korg IM Track

2 imini tracks (Arturia).


Cover art. Image by Gerd Altmann on Pixabay

DAW. Music Studio 2

hardware: ipad.

Mix and sound. My new studio/music car.

Thanks for the comments and the time to listen to it.

Paco.

Ad Infinitum

Lyrics;
The sky was blue
The trees were bare
And Jimmy  wished
he wasn't there
Another year going to school
Where kids excel
at being cruel
In the classroom
In the corner
At the back of the class
As the teacher
Speaks to no one
Doesn't matter they'll all pass
Playing games at every turn
Complete with trophies
never earned
Comes the time to graduate
Blinders off
The world awaits
Dad shows him the door
This house is not home anymore
On his own he finds a trade
Modest job modestly paid
Hollow world
Of hollow men
Calloused hands
And Calloused friends
Wonders why he's still here
Go through the motions every year
Is he part of some great plan?
Is there a place where he fits in?
Same old questions he asks himself
Same old place he's always been.
The sky still blue
The trees still bare
And Jimmy wished
he wasn't there ...

The Book Of Jimmy

Cast of Characters:

mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark--sax (VST), organ, tremolo guitar chords (synth), harmonica, composition, production, arrangement, mix

Mysterious Decibel--@themysteriousdecibel --MD—lyrics and primary vocals

TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– second electric guitar solo, mastering

J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –piano and electric piano

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums and percussion

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –-four string fretless bass, first electric guitar solo, rhythm guitar comping 

      This is a song started when Mark came up with its architecture, recorded in a  slower, more laid back version on his own. However, he wanted a more souped up version with solos in turns. So, he turned to The Eclectic Collective to fill in the pieces. He originally had solos in all the parts which he laid down on the keys, and he had some lyrics, too. However, once he heard The Mysterious Decibel's excellent lyrics and vocals, the song totally changed the direction and the vibe, for the stellar. 

       But MD didn't start the whole thing. As happens sometimes, even without Tez on this one, we still needed to clear out some space to let everyone have their say. So, Mark went in and lengthened the song mechanically. Once we had a final form, Ken, as always, came up with the foundation for the song, allowing Josh to add his version of Mark's bass line. Then, after MD gave us the vocals to form the song, we got down to adding the solos. JJ first added his thrilling opening piano solo, as well as the electric piano solo right after the first verse, which Mark is also playing a VST sax solo in, as well. Then Josh added his guitar solo, which is the first of the two, with a very clean tone. Right after that, Stephen added his fiery solo, which follows right after with a more overdriven tone. Finally, Mark stepped back in and added his killer harp solo at the end. Of course, it needed to be mixed well, too, so we turned to Stephen for that important role, once again, which he fulfilled expertly.  

       This past Tuesday, we released a fun little series of interviews over a compilation of some of our favorite musical moments. If you want to hear our voices and some of our thoughts about music, check it out. I realize it's a big ask at twenty minutes, but you might really enjoy it, especially if you follow us, and have been for a while. It's a celebration of all of our work over the past almost year together in various forms. This song was supposed to be a showcase of all of our skills, except Tez isn't in on this one. He'll be on the next one, though, for sure.

       We hope you enjoy this jazzier side of the EC as much as we enjoyed making it. MD's lyrics are about a psycho killer artist who hides clues about his murders in his paintings. 

Original Lyrics by The Mysterious Decibel:

Some might say he's crafty and planned.
With a shade of black and a brush in his hand
Some might say the world is his oyster
But no Pearl lays inside just a conjuring blur

He'll paint you a murderous scene
With the blending of  sin all between pigments of green
He's a shady fella Who hides behind the canvas!
I spy something with my little eye
This art might show just where he died

Will you find it?
The secret
Some freak shit
are you so sure you'll really wanna Keep it ?
The secret
Are you so sure you'll really wanna keep it?
Ahhh a little secret
Are you so sure you'll really wanna keep it?
It'll haunt your mind like it does him too
He's a swifty one he'll come for you!
The secret
The secret
The secret
Are you so sure you'll really wanna keep it?

I spy something with my little eye
This art might show just where he died

His art might show
might show
might show
just where he died

Artwork: Josh Clary

A Brush With Death-Eclectic Collective

Soft Focus Road Movie

Fights With Myself

Written and performed live using Elektron Analog Rytm Mk2 & Analog Heat + FX

#techno #bassline #dawlessjam #elektron

Zero

A perfectly toxic and loving/disastrous relationship that is all we could ever want/not want, but need.

Crash Again

musical sketchbook
DIY, low skill, low fidelity

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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April
First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

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