Release Date: 1/1/23
I released this track approximately ten years ago. This is a re-release, I redid the vocals and vocal processing. Remastered it to make it a bit clearer. It been a real pleasure rocking with the SoundCloud community in the past, let’s  keep it going. Thanks for taking the journey with me. Enjoy!
Headphone recommended and crank it!!!…lyrics are below.✌🏽
Original: https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/the-cure-rap-remix-at-level
The Cure Copyright © 2013, Ian Greaves

Intro
It's not a complex venture
Could not pick up the slack
Couldn’t find a replacement
IPG1 is back
So I'm at it again
Is becoming my new trend
Creating and publishing -------------again and again
Starting at the beginning 
How I make my words bend
Like An audio puzzle flowing from my pen

Verse

you might want to share
So pull up a chair 
Ask a friend over and have another beer 
make sure you headphones is hugging your ear
keep on listening until it comes clear
thought seeing was believing will listen up hear
Just keep your head bobbing  like you don't care 

PreChorus
Pumping out legit jams every day
So put me on your playlists and just press play
It's a chain reaction that's really quite clever
One song one rap that inspires the other
It's a never ending circle that keeps me on point
I'm about to drop another SoundCloud joint


Verse
IPG number one because I want to be 
I mix it up just like chemistry 
I fuck with the motherfucking industry
I do what I want how could there be 
so many raps inside of me so 
I used level one up to set them free

Chorus
You're in a virtual reality 
it's just a technicality
an audio capability
been pulled and automatically
So check your personality
controls will systematically ----return to you 
Just move to the music-------the beats and the rhythm
relax and don't panic----delivered to the public
Cause we just started -----An audio epidemic

JAM With me -----level one up


Copyright © 2013, Ian Greaves


IPG

Cure Remix

Georg Trakl (1887-1914) was an Austrian Expressionist poet with strong Symbolist influences. 
The following poem "Der Spaziergang" ( "The Walk") was written in 1913.

A big Thank You to The Neighbor for playing this wonderful solo-guitar.

The picture shows a detail of „Astronaut“, ink on paper, 2020 by Gregor Kalus



See translation (mainly by machine) below


Der Spaziergang

1
Musik summt im Gehölz am Nachmittag. 
Im Korn sich ernste Vogelscheuchen drehn. 
Holunderbüsche sacht am Weg verwehn; 
Ein Haus zerflimmert wunderlich und vag.

In Goldnem schwebt ein Duft von Thymian,
 Auf einem Stein steht eine heitere Zahl. 
Auf einer Wiese spielen Kinder Ball, 
Dann hebt ein Baum vor dir zu kreisen an.

Du träumst: Die Schwester kämmt ihr blondes Haar, 
Auch schreibt ein ferner Freund dir einen Brief.
 Ein Schober fliegt durchs Grau vergilbt und schief 
Und manchmal schwebst du leicht und wunderbar.

2
Die Zeit verrinnt. O süßer Helios! 
O Bild im Krötentümpel süß und klar;
 Im Sand versinkt ein Eden wunderbar.
 Goldammern wiegt ein Busch in seinem Schoß.

Ein Bruder stirbt dir in verwunschnem Land 
Und stählern schaun dich seine Augen an.
 In Goldnem dort ein Duft von Thymian. 
Ein Knabe legt am Weiler einen Brand.

Die Liebenden in Faltern neu erglühn 
Und schaukeln heiter hin um Stein und Zahl. 
Aufflattern Krähen um ein ekles Mahl
 Und deine Stirne tost durchs sanfte Grün.

Im Dornenstrauch verendet weich ein Wild. 
Nachgleitet dir ein heller Kindertag, 
Der graue Wind, der flatterhaft und vag 
Verfallne Düfte durch die Dämmerung spült.

3
Ein altes Wiegenlied macht dich sehr bang. 
Am Wegrand fromm ein Weib ihr Kindlein stillt. 
Traumwandelnd hörst Du wie ihr Bronnen quillt. 
Aus Apfelzweigen fällt ein Weiheklang.

Und Brot und Wein sind süß von harten Mühn. 
Nach Früchten tastet silbern deine Hand. 
Die tote Rahel geht durchs Ackerland. 
Mit friedlicher Geberde winkt das Grün.

Gesegnet auch blüht armer Mägde Schoß, 
Die träumend dort am alten Brunnen stehn. 
Einsame froh auf stillen Pfaden gehn
 Mit Gottes Kreaturen sündelos.

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The Walk

1
Music hums in the grove in the afternoon. 
Serious scarecrows turn in the corn. 
Elder bushes gently drift along the path; 
A house flickers whimsically and vaguely.

In gold floats a scent of thyme, 
On a stone stands a cheerful number.
 In a meadow children play ball, 
Then a tree in front of you begins to circle.

You are dreaming: Your sister combs her blonde hair, 
Also a distant friend writes you a letter. 
A rick flies through the grey yellowed and crooked 
And sometimes you float gently and wonderfully.

2
Time slips away. O sweet Helios! 
O image in the toad-pool sweet and clear; 
In the sand an Eden sinks wonderful.
 A bush cradles yellowhammers in its lap.

A brother dies to thee in a haunted land 
And steely his eyes gaze at you. 
In gold there a fragrance of thyme.
 A boy sets fire to the hamlet.

The lovers glow anew in butterflies 
And sway cheerfully around stone and number. 
Crows flutter up around a disgusting meal 
And your forehead thunders through the mellow green.

In the thorny bush a deer dies a soft death. 
After you glides a bright child's day, 
The grey wind that flutters and vaguely washes 
Decaying scents through the twilight.

3
An old lullaby makes you very anxious. 
By the wayside a woman piously nurses her child. 
Dreamwalking you hear how her fountains gush. 
From apple branches falls a sober consecration sound.

And bread and wine are sweet from hard toil. 
Your silver hand gropes for fruit.
 The dead Rachel walks through the farmland. 
The green beckons with a peaceful gesture.

Blessed also blossoms the bosom of poor maidens, 
Who stand there dreaming by the old well. 
Lonely ones gladly walk the silent paths
Amongst God's creatures without sin.

Der Spaziergang (Trakl, 1913) ft The Neighbor

Stare Into Nothingness

Bent Out Of Shape

A big thank you to Mikey McFaffington for playing the Saxophone, a great pleasure to collab with...
Please take a closer listen: https://soundcloud.com/mikeymcfaffington

The picture shows a detail of „3 Crows And A Pink Helium Horse“, oil on canvas by Steffen Braumann, 2019




The „Witness Statement“ (Crow No 3)

1
"...that you find me here is really just a pure coincidence
Things are very clear at the scenery of the incident 

ref
I don’t really know those two, 
I think I have seen them before
Once they sat on the shoulders of a deceased god 
They used to whisper to 

I’m only a casual passer-by
Just happen to be passing by
Nothing more but a casual passer-by
Don't ask me what's going on or why

2
I'm on my way home - a beech tree, close by, 
Have  been searching for long
Even has a balkony and a secret hiding place in the roots, 
Plenty of room for lots of stuff and things, even got a roof

ref
I really don’t know those two 
I think I have seen them before
Once they sat on the shoulders of a deceased god  
They used to whisper to 

But I - only a casual passer-by
Just happen to be passing by
Nothing more but an innocent casual passer-by
Don't ask me what's going on or why

3
The victim ? - Isn’t known to me…
I remember before it was seen higher up
It was pink and looked like a pumping heart which was  too cocky on the run
At its lower end something small blinked seductively in the rising sun

ref
I don’t really know those two
(Though they are of my kind)
I think I have seen them before
Didn’t they sit on the shoulders of a deceased god 
They used to whisper to ?

But me, only a casual passer-by
Just happen to be passing by
Nothing more but an innocent casual passer-by
Don't ask me what's going on or why

On my way home
Just passing by…"

The Witness Statement (Crow No 3) ft Mikey McFaffington and his Saxophonic Adventures

Original music by FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin, Art Work by me and my friend Boubou

C MIX Slow Ride 2023

Is That A Light At The End Of The Tunnel…Nah…It's Just A Mirror Ball

Cosmic Danse – The Planetary Shuffle
February 2023
Duration: 3:00
Listen to the Cosmic Danse Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/comic-danse
Special thanks to John-Marc Ventimiglia https://soundcloud.com/john-marc-ventimiglia for his highly valued musical input and for creating the planetary panning/gliss/rotation tool that was used to compose this piece.

The Solar System is the gravitationally bound system of the Sun and the objects that orbit it. It formed 4.6 billion years ago from the gravitational collapse of a giant interstellar molecular cloud.  The four inner system planets—Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars—are terrestrial planets, being composed primarily of rock and metal. The four giant planets of the outer system are substantially larger and more massive than the terrestrials. The two largest, Jupiter and Saturn, are gas giants, being composed mainly of hydrogen and helium; the next two, Uranus and Neptune, are ice giants, being composed mostly of volatile substances.  The orbits of the planets are ellipses with the Sun at one focus, though all except Mercury are very nearly circular. The orbits of the planets are all more or less in the same plane, called the ecliptic and defined by the plane of the Earth's orbit.  The orbits of the planets, based on Earth's 1 year orbit, are as follows: Mercury .24 years, Venus .61, Earth 1.00, Mars 1.88, Jupiter 11.86, Saturn 29.46, Uranus 84.01, Neptune 164.80, Pluto 248.80.  They all orbit in the same direction, counter-clockwise looking down from above the Sun’s north pole; all but Venus, Uranus and Pluto also rotate in that same sense. 
For alto sax, tenor sax, baritone sax, trumpet, metallophone, piano, bass, virtual instruments and percussion.

The Witness Statement (Crow No 3) ft Mikey McFaffington and his Saxophonic Adventures

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