ohhhh this is stressful in the best way possible. great work!

Some cool psychedelic poetry, love the historical connection..

HI, XIAN3! :D A cleverly calculated lyrical mind stirrer! It really does +poignantly reveal a psychedelic trance inducing vibe! The vocals have a hint of retro Jim Morrison in softer toned enchantment styling.  I imagine this lyrical depiction could be translated into an expectation to part beaded curtains & enter a ring of power & control methods & whoever runs the show makes the people it targets perform.  Just another way to stretch the imagination, but you opened the doors to step into the circle of operations. ;)

one my favs/Kafka/ a master/1919/ year pa was born/long gone /like always/ great one

As If

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

I’m honoured to take part in a fifth collaboration with the amazing Torbjørn and Jimmy. A development of a Torbjørn demo, this one is a straightforward, no nonsense rocker, play it loud.

Credits:-

Torbjørn:- Musical composition, Hammond Organ, Organ, String Synth, Bass, Drums, Percussion. https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv

Jimmy:- Lyrics, Vocal composition, Vocals. https://soundcloud.com/j-rivas

Dairv:- Guitars, Production, Mix, Mastering, Cover Art.

Mean Streets (Torbjørn Vagle  - Jimmy Rivas - Dairv Dubbleyew)

I'm very pleased to get to work with Karl's music yet again as we have collaborated on many projects together. When I first heard 'Haust' (Icelandic for Autumn), I was haunted by the richness of the bowed sound and the grinding industrial textures that spoke to me about the extreme environment in Iceland (https://soundcloud.com/sesar/haust). I asked Karl if I could contribute and a few weeks later I'm proud to present our 8th collaboration.

Music, instrumentation, arrangement and production - https://soundcloud.com/sesar
Lyrics/Vocals - me
Image - Douglas Corrance

What was grey becomes black, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Dawn's late, later still, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Grey to black as darkness falls.

Darkness Falls by Sesar & Mark J Bennett

Mankind's Repeated Sins

Watch the video on YouTube!! https://youtu.be/FXypZ4OPXpE

Vocals, lyrics & art by https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu
Produced by HOBOCOP


Lyrics:

Where have I gone
What is left unsaid
What have I left behind
every time I closed my eyes

Everything is new
by grace I met you
And I swear
I won’t let you down

Now that we’re here
Forever more
Nothing was left behind
I swear
It’s all ahead

All that came before
All that passed me by
All of it led me here
By your side

I’ll let it all go
All the doubt and fear
the pain I kept inside
it wasn’t worth the time

What I thought I wanted
What I thought I lost
None of it ever
materialized

What I thought I knew
just a passing phase
I’ll let it all go
It wasn’t worth the time

Everything is new
by grace I met you
And I swear
I won’t let you down

Now that we’re here
Forever more
Nothing was left behind
I swear
It’s all ahead

All that came before
All that passed me by
All of it led me here
By your side
Everything is new by grace I met you
And I swear
I won’t let you down

Now that we’re here
Forever more Nothing was left behind 
It’s all ahead

All that came before
All that passed me by
All of it led me here

By Your Side(Hobocop & Cosmic Keanu)VIDEO AVAILABLE🎥

A visit to the 'Champs Elysees' of the Bronx - and thanks to the O'Jays for the memories (and chorus).

I love music

shizoku

The Time Has Come

l am so happy to make Guitar Noises with these Two cool cool Dudes--What a TREAT! please take a listen to the original:):)     Texmex-shaman – Shrooms

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(Verse 1)
The voice of Samuel echoes, loud and clear,
Warnings from the past that still we hear.
Kings may rise, but the burdens they bestow
Are shadows cast in the light we ought to know.

(Pre-Chorus)
Thomas spoke of power's deceitful face,
Madison warned us of the faction's grace.
In the chains of power, we won’t be confined,
We'll break the mold, leave no one behind.

(Chorus)
Under the watch of a guarded sky,
We question the how, we question the why.
In the truth of the old, we find our fight,
In the darkness of power, we'll be the light.

(Verse 2)
‘Common Sense’ in the age of unreason,
Factionalism’s fruits, the bitter season.
Yet, from the tyranny, we choose to refrain,
In our hearts, the hope will remain.

(Bridge)
Skepticism as our armor, knowledge our sword,
Against the wave of power, together we'll ford.
In the echoes of the past, the lessons are learned,
With the fire of defiance, the tide is turned.

(Chorus)
Under the watch of a guarded sky,
We question the how, we question the why.
In the truth of the old, we find our fight,
In the darkness of power, we'll be the light.

Skepticism of Power

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Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

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