Music of Special Interest Playlist 41

April Friends

InflationKommtInStücken

ascending memories nowhere dance

_kafka

FRIENDS ARE ELECTRIC vol 2

FAST PRESENTATION OF OUR PLANET'S NEW SONGS

September Friends

My favourites from https://soundcloud.com/xian3

Last updated Jan 2023

@lietunes [Playlist Guide] https://on.soundcloud.com/Hzh6p

xian3 🔥❤️🔥 Selections

Tail Swing

Der Geier

Es war ein Geier, der hackte in meine Füße. Stiefel und Strümpfe hatte er schon aufgerissen, nun hackte er schon in die Füße selbst. Immer schlug er zu, flog dann unruhig mehrmals um mich und setzte dann die Arbeit fort. Es kam ein Herr vorüber, sah ein Weilchen zu und fragte dann, warum ich den Geier dulde. »Ich bin ja wehrlos«, sagte ich, »er kam und fing zu hacken an, da wollte ich ihn natürlich wegtreiben, versuchte ihn sogar zu würgen, aber ein solches Tier hat große Kräfte, auch wollte er mir schon ins Gesicht springen, da opferte ich lieber die Füße. Nun sind sie schon fast zerrissen.« »Daß Sie sich so quälen lassen«, sagte der Herr, »ein Schuß und der Geier ist erledigt.« »Ist das so?« fragte ich, »und wollen Sie das besorgen?« »Gern«, sagte der Herr, »ich muß nur nach Hause gehn und mein Gewehr holen. Können Sie noch eine halbe Stunde warten?« »Das weiß ich nicht«, sagte ich und stand eine Weile starr vor Schmerz, dann sagte ich: »Bitte, versuchen Sie es für jeden Fall.« »Gut«, sagte der Herr, »ich werde mich beeilen.« Der Geier hatte während des Gespräches ruhig zugehört und die Blicke zwischen mir und dem Herrn wandern lassen. Jetzt sah ich, daß er alles verstanden hatte, er flog auf, weit beugte er sich zurück, um genug Schwung zu bekommen und stieß dann wie ein Speerwerfer den Schnabel durch meinen Mund tief in mich. Zurückfallend fühlte ich befreit, wie er in meinem alle Tiefen füllenden, alle Ufer überfließenden Blut unrettbar ertrank.

Der Geier (Franz Kafka, 1920)

Figuras Geométricas Girando

A big thank you to „The Neighbor“ for playing the guitars and to SuZanne Ledwith for this great and special vocal appearance, thank you so much…
Please take a closer listen to her work, it's amazing:

https://soundcloud.com/suzanne-ledwith 



Bubbles

1.
Some bubbles don’t have the slightest clue
What public relation is capable to do
That  we don’t really know what we want
Because the real free will is not at hand
Some bubbles are just notorious
They tell you that they’re great and glorious

If you believe in what they’re bubbling of
If you believe in what they’re bubbling of
If you believe in that 
If you believe in what they are bubbling of

It still might just be
A product of the PR-industry

2.
Some bubbles think they’re superior
Consider all others inferior
They’ll never ever gonna get it why
Other bubbles can be LGTBI
Some bubbles are just really dumb
Thinking their leaders have the biggest trump

If you believe in what they are babbling of
You think you’ re entertained with lots of laugh
If you believe in that
If you believe in what they are babbling of

This works everywhere the same
Think!
Propaganda was it’s name
All of us just might be 
Influenced by the PR-industry

3.
Some bubbles are just smaller than
Other bubbles who are taller and
Some bubbles are just intolerant
They’re not indifferent `bout the difference
Some bubbles are just really tough
They never ever seem to get enough

If you believe in what they’re bubbling of
If you believe in what they’re babbling of
If you believe in that
If you’d believe in that

This works everywhere the same
Think!
Propaganda was its name
All of us just might be 
Influenced by the PR-industry

out
But if you’d think that there is something more
That there’ s a force that is in all of us
There might be a chance for us
If you believe in, if you believe in
Love

Up in the North
Down in the South
Deep in the West
And far in the East

Bubbles (ft. SuZanne Ledwith and The Neighbor)

I have had the great pleasure to collaborate on this funky composition by The Furico Music Team.  
The Furico Music Team https://soundcloud.com/user-596493783

If you want to know more about the process:
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/ascending-stairs.html

Listen to the live version: https://soundcloud.com/user-596493783/sets/leaked-live-fmt1

https://soundcloud.com/user-596493783/neither
This track was one of the first of theirs that I had heard.  Love to dance to it.

Original Version
User-596493783 – Ascending-stairs

The Windscale Blues Experiment https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues
This piece https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/apparition?in=suzanne-ledwith/sets/characters really makes me feel like a character in a Black n White movie.

Ascending Stairs ft. The Furico Music Team & The Windscale Blues Experiment

Skycracker

竹取物語：It is said to be the oldest story (novel) in Japan. It is said that it was established from the latter half of the 9th century to the first half of the 10th century.

[Original demo]Recorded in 2018

Goodbye Earthlings! I Will Go Back To The Moon(竹取物語)

Peaceful Days

Lying To The Sheep..

"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)

Made with Groovepad Soulful Hip-Hop side B sounds 30-03-2022 08-16.wav

Soul pieces

NEW MIX.


More songs at www.korima.net

Cast of players:
SuZanne: David Copperfield
The Candies: James Steerforth, Markham, Grainger & Mrs Crupps.


Lofty Castle
A lofty castle of my own
Like Crusoe pulls up the ladder to be alone
Steerforth, he is our guiding star
Inns of molten blue; that’s our repertoire
“Fill full your cups”

I hear the squawk of corkscrew sound
Long before it’s needed for the next maroon round
I’ve laughed at my own jokes all night
How town sharpens an appetite

Trickling trust divine
“Crackling fever” free
“Unaccustomed wine”
What deceiver it could be

“Vast truths that mortals seldom” found

I heard someone fall down the stairs
False reports the tumbler was in fact truly yours
Perhaps there’s foundation after all
I’m on my back on the passage floor

Trickling trust divine
“Crackling fever” free
“Unaccustomed wine”
What deceiver it could be

“But still we held as time flew by”

Who’s that smoking right by the fireplace? It was me!
Who’s that leaning out of the window? It was me!
Contemplate one self in the mirror? That was me too!

Trickling trust divine
“Crackling fever” free
“Unaccustomed wine”
What deceiver it could be

“Drink to me only with your eyes”

Lofty Castle

Sublimation

Disco Funky

Chrome roses

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Fake Wurlitzer, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pablo-d-m-fontana

Rain is falling on our town and bouncing all over the place.
No one knows when it will end. The situation is getting worse.
The fire eventually closes in on the church and envelops the town.
We have no one to pray to anymore.

Chrome roses bloom everywhere, and the world emits a dazzling light.

I was going to run away if something like this happened.
But in reality, there was nowhere to run.
We gradually lose our sense of reality.
The world has entered an age of absurdity.

Chrome roses bloom everywhere, and the world emits a dazzling light.

It could be an eternity, or it could be a moment.
Anyway, The meaning of the word "future" has changed.
We will continue to live as the dead.
Or continue to die as the living.

Chrome roses bloom everywhere, and the world emits a dazzling light.

Chrome roses / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

Bill Barek - Guitar
Petros - Drums
Thanos - Keys
Thanassis - Bass
Christos - Vocals, Lyrics

Breathing in a sea of violence,
Dealing with my fate with a consiouss eye,
Swimming by my anger to silence,
Its a stepping stone to what you shall live,
Met you in a day of weakness,
That i am alone with nothing to quest,
Give me now your only forgiveness,
Make me feel blessed that i found you now,
Swimming all my pain in your madness,
Swimming just above the thought of your hopes,
Playing all around with your sadness,
Can't you feel in this role that am not alone ,
Travelling in your sea of badness,
Shore to shore sacred by my holy oath,
Do you want to feel my godness,
Do you want to feel my breath in your core.

Enjoy One Breath!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymr3uownIEY

ONE BREATH (Lyrics on Description)

Stultifera Navis (Das Narrenschiff = Ship Of Fools) refers to a book of the same title by Sebastian Brant (1457-1521), first published in 1494. The work was translated into latin in 1497.

The picture shows a detail of a caricature on woodcut by Albrecht Dürer (1471-1528) produced for the work.





Stultifera Navis

1
The fridge is out of order
The food’s about to spoil
There’s something 'bout the water
And there’s big loss of oil
The captain has gone crazy
And the signaller disappeared
Some men are said to hang lazy
Somewhere in the rear

2
Blind passangers had been seen
On deck on stormy nights
They were wearing red raincoats
And their eyes looked pale and white
The rudder had been broken
The first officer’s missing tools
A three-band had been token
Upon this ship of fools

3
And in reality there’s nearly nobody
Who knows where it is heading to
But in fantasy there must be
Somebody who runs the show 
(rep.)

Stultifera Navis (rmx 22)

Music: Gebr.K
Guitars, Synthis, Bass: JayK
Vocals: Xian3
Text edition: Xian3
Lyrics: Franz Kafka

Homecoming is a narrative in the form of a parable from the estate of Franz Kafka. The narrative, which is only twenty sentences long, begins with the words: "I have returned" and occasionally appears under this title, was written down by Kafka in 1920 in a quarto notebook.



I have returned, 
I have passed under the arch and am looking around. 
It’s my father’s old yard. The puddle in the middle. Old, useless tools, jumbled together, 
block the way to the attic stairs. 
The cat lurks on the banister. 
A torn piece of cloth, once twisted around 
a stick in a game, 
flutters in the breeze. 

I have arrived. 
Who is going to receive me? 
Who is waiting behind the kitchen door? 
Smoke is rising from the chimney, 
coffee is being made for diner.

Do you feel you belong, do you feel at home? 
I don’t know, I feel most uncertain.
 
My father’s house it is, 
but each object stands cold beside the next, 
as though preoccupied with its own affairs,
which I have partly forgotten, partly never known.
What use can I be to them, what do I mean to them, even though 
I am the son of my father, 
the old farmer? 
And I don’t dare knock at the kitchen door, 
I only listen from a distance,

I only listen from a distance, 
standing up, in such a way 
that I cannot be taken by surprise as an eavesdropper. 
And since I am listening from a distance, 
I hear nothing but a faint striking of the clock 
passing over from childhood days,

but perhaps I only think I hear it. 
Whatever else is going on in the kitchen 
is the secret of those sitting there, 
a secret they are keeping from me. 
The longer one hesitates before the door, 
the more estranged one becomes. 
What would happen if someone were to open the door now 
and ask me a question? 
Would not I myself then behave like the one 
who wants to keep his secret?”

I have returned („Homecoming“, F.Kafka 1920) feat. Xian3

Big thanks to my dear friend https://soundcloud.com/holgerengel for playing bass and guitar.

The picture shows a section of „The Crystal Seer“(c. 1530) a painting by Titian (c. 1490 - 1572).

One Glance

in
From a large, old quartz crystal
Grown up in a cavity in the depths
Under a lot of pressure, 
Temperature and mineral supply,
32D3, trigonal and trapezoidal,
Perfectly cut spherical 
Two hands it takes to hold the orb

1
Think of a great dark hall
And in front of a candle this ball
And you look, watch and see
But you cannot find 
A fixed point

The glimpse wanders 
From the surface into the depths
Inside the light is refracting in its rays
And splits further along 
Structural network faults

ref
Peering into the crystal ball 
Glaring into the crystal ball
Risking a look into the crystal ball
And can`t see nothing at all
Nothing at all

So many things that obscure and disguise 
Imagining can be such great surprise

2
Unforeseen the past stands tall
And the line gets small 
Between „i don’t recall“ and
„I can’t remember at all“

But what’s wrong with the future?
Every picture dissolves into fumes
Or is it because it seems to be, 
That the quartz is rather smoky than rosy ?

ref + out
Staring into the crystal ball 
Gazing into the crystal ball
Loose oneself deep in the crystal ball
And can`t see nothing at all
Nothing at all ?

So many things that obscure and disguise 
Imagining can be such great surprise

And for a blink, just a very short while
Really, just the twinkle of an eye, 
Thought that i had looked into your eyes,
Meant that i had seen you somewhere smile

One Glance (ft Holger Engel)

Crystal Life, Sudden Death

After publishing our Collaboration „Multidimensional“ which had been a great success, I have started another one with Special Cecilia based on her vocal track „La meme planete“, where she meets with her lyrics perfectly this new age of a turning point. Thanks dear Cecilia for having created this great track and I hope you listeners will love this work.

Credits: 
@specialececilia
Vocals & Lyrics

@nobsmeyer
guitar (Music Man Majesty Ebony 6 string)
bass (Rickenbacker 4003)
production

La Meme Planete featuring Special Cecilia

La Meme Planete - featuring Special Cecilia

A big thank you to https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx for playing nearly all instruments, arranging and mixing, it was a  pleasure to collab.

Lines in inverted commas quote René Girard (1923 - 2015), also the title of the song points to him.

The picture shows a section of a photography showing men at Ascot (taken out of NZZ).

Mimetic Desire

Man is the creature
Man is the creature

„Man is the creature
Who does not know
What to desire,
And he turns to others
In order to make up his mind.“ (2)

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Mimetic desires

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere
A shadow of a hope ?

Let me have it, let me, let me have it
Let me have it, let me, let me have it

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Sparkling, mimetic desires

„We desire 
What others desire
Because we imitate 
Their desires."

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere hanging out
A shadow of a hope ?

Man is the creature…
Man is the creature…

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don't let the blindness guide you
Don’t let the darkness blind you…

Mimetic Desire (ft joerxworx)

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/jaime-pas

"J' aime pas quand la tartine tombe parterre du côté confiture
Ca m' rappelle que j' vais mourir un jour
J' aime pas les polochons, les chaucidous, 
Le saucisson aux choux et les chats qui sont trop mignons
J' suis pas à l'aise dans mon époque,  j' suis engoncé comme dans un froc
Bien trop serré pour mes petites breloques
J' rêve d'espace et d'impatience le soir sur le pont de mes souvenirs
J' aime pas l' béton, les sarcophages, j'aime pas les cons ni l' maquillage
J' aime pas les autres et j' m' aime pas moi
Ca fait beaucoup oui j' suis d'accord, Ca fait beaucoup oui je sais bien, 
Mais c'est comme ça.."

J'aime pas

THE NEW EP by MOON AND ARIES: www.moonandaries.com
FULL EXCLUSIVE VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fopLS-vzll0
"BREAK THE MATRIX (Episode One)". OUT NOW!

Do you really believe that this is the real world and not a matrix?
Do you not want to create a new, better one?
Maybe after breaking the matrix a new world full of positive energy is much more attractive?

The In Between (remastered album version)

Kinda indie rock track with hints of femme fatale in the lyrics

The Danger

Isn’t it amazing how a lifetime passes by – you are a father now and once you were a son
And everyone who knew you then still think they know you now – judge you for all you did not what you've done
I’d like to think I’m drifting on a cloud and looking out upon the souls that I have touched along the way
And like to think their looking back and as they smile they say – Hey man you know what you were okay
And when I feel I’m going nowhere – I’m going nowhere fast I look into your eyes once again
And when I feel I’m going nowhere – I’m going nowhere fast I realize that you're my one true friend
Isn’t it amazing how a lifetime passes by – you were a warrior and you still are now – and everyone who knew you then still think they know you now but because of you I made it through somehow
I’d like to think I’m drifting on a cloud and looking out upon the souls that I have touched along the way
And like to think their looking back and as they smile they say – hey man – you know what you were ok
And when I feel I’m going nowhere – I’m going nowhere fast I look into your eyes once again
And when I feel I’m going nowhere going nowhere fast I realize that you're my one true friend
Isn’t it amazing how a lifetime passes by kids have grown they got their own lives to live
I thank the lord they see me now same way they saw me then but to go back twenty years what I wouldn’t give
I like to think I’m drifting on a cloud and looking out upon my kids who understand my forte
And like to think their looking back and as they smile they say you know what – Dad you were okay

Eric Festa's Album

Nowhere Fast

Clear And Present Collaboration
Paploviante 2022: Music, Bass, Mix, Picture and Production
IPG1 : Verses
@ipg1
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/clear-and-present-vox-97-bpm-1

Clear And Present
Chorus
I’m on a mission—— so hold tight and feel the vibe 
A new direction——- but still Going to keep it live 
And if you’re itching —-to turn up the volume fine 
Crank it and listen ——-cause I’m about to blow your mind
Verse1
No mistakes —-never hesitate 
No glory—— no prize—— no lives at stake 
I’m gonna keep the faith no matter what it takes 
and it’s peace over war—— so I stay awake
—-🎵Watch every step I take ——plan every move I make 
I was built for love—— and not the hate 🎵
I go hard ——-so why hesitate 
this is the winning team ——time to elevate
—-Got The mindset ——let’s negotiate 
games Tight—-that’s right ——it’s Make or break 
follow me into the light ——time to elevate
another day another night —-nah—-it’s never too late 
to create —-understand and fascinate 
eat it up ——ask for more ——tasty—— scrape your plate 
is gravy to me—— I’mer keep it straight 
everything else ——is a piece of cake
Answer the calls—— from the voices inside of me 
follow the signs ——-that lead to my destiny 
it might take some time ——for all to see 
Fluorescent writing on the wall—-like graffiti 
infusing the track with—- positive energy 
once of paper——— it’s vocal currency 
skill level ——Stone Cold —-A—-prodigy ——-
that’s my legacy——- building a dynasty
Chorus
Never walk the straight narrow —-choose the rules that I obey
forgive and forget (ha—-)that might happen someday 
don’t follow the crowd —-and needless to say 
I try not to —-let my ego ——get in the way 
I’m thankful although—-I don’t kneel and pray 
And I’m truly blessed —-y’all know I’m set in my ways 
but thank you Lord —-for another blessing today 
in the meantime ——-please try to meet me halfway 
please try to meet me halfway
Chorus
Verse1

Clear And Present - IPG1 and Paploviante Collaboration

Desert Song

Expansion  Vibration [HOUSE]  /oryginal/ premiere No.4

Völlig getarnt und lauernd liegt der junge Galagodennis im Dickicht 🌿.
Lediglich seine zur visuellen 
Orientierung ausgeprägten Glotzkorken leuchten hervor 👀.

Feuchtnasenaffenbabys lieben Grummeltechno und verköstigen sich vorwiegend mit Früchten 🍌 und Baumsäften. Erst im späteren Entwicklungsstadium wagen sich die nacktaktiven Primaten an den Hefestamm 🪵 . So schlabbert auch Galagodennis fortlaufend den gutmannschen Weizentropfen aus den Rinden 🍺.

Zur Reviermarkierung und Kommunikation nutzen die kleinen Säugetiere Natursekt auf Blättern, sowie schallreiche Melodien
mit auffällig säuglingsartigem Geschrei, 
was ihnen den Spitznamen „Bushbabys“ verleiht 👶🏽.

Längst ist aus Galagodennis ein wahrer Hit unter den Primaten geworden 🐒 . Hauptmerkmal sind die basslastigen und anregenden Ausrufe, die die Wälder und Augsburgs Umgebung aufwirbeln. Galagodennis, nun besser bekannt als Denny Dipper - der Schamane der Schallwellen, krabbelte schon in Peters Garden 🌴 , mit den Diskotieren und prägte die Diskofauna 🪩.
Plötzlich sah man den nasalen Dennis 2017 am Meer und lange konnte man das freche Wesen am Taj-Ma-Schall bewundern.

Mit speziellen Messgeräten werden Tonreihenfolgen für uns Homo sapiens wahrnehmbar 🎙️. Im Basskarltheater #11 des Fiasco e.V. gibt es die auditive Dokumentation des Wahnsinns ab 16.02.2024 auf Soundcloud zu genießen. Gala Go Denny! 🙉

Denny Dipper

Denny Dipper im Basskarltheater

First track of a new album where I'll try to be more eclectic, with closer approach to some genres. Experimented on this one over-editing vocal line on the left, and getting midi files out of organic guitar melodies, which I could play with virtual instruments. I hope you'll enjoy a different Ruizzoid shape.

Dedicated to Germán Coppini’s ‘Golpes Bajos’, one of my favorite groups of the Spanish ‘Nueva Ola’.

Pic: “Trapped in the past”, taken by me casually in the street.

Lyrics (original/translated):

NO TODO ACABA (JUGUETES ROTOS)  /  NOT EVERYTHING ENDS (BROKEN TOYS)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hay cosas en la vida que no cambian nada.  /  there are things in life which don’t change at all.
Hazme pensar que no estás gastada,  /  Make me think that you are not worn,
que el paso de los años no te cambió nada.  /  that the passing years didn’t change you at all.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Juguetes rotos, muñecas olvidadas,  /  Broken toys, forgotten dolls,
la imagen de mi espejo parece cansada.  /  the image from my mirror seems to be tired.
La voz de la noche ya no me llama,  /  The voice of the night doesn’t call me anymore,
me  resisto a pensar que todo se acaba.  /  I refuse to think that everything ends.

Hazme pensar que lo nuestro no acaba  /  Make me think that our thing doesn’t end
cuando despierte por la mañana.  /  when I wake up in the morning.
Hazme pensar en ti con calma,  /  Make me think about you calmly,
hazme creer que te tengo amarrada.  /  make me think that I get you tied up.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hazme creer que aún estoy en casa,  /  make me think that I’m still at home,
hazme pensar que duermo entre sábanas,   /  make me think that I sleep between sheets,
hazme pensar que nada cambia.  /  make me think that nothing changes.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

ER31FI01 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016

No todo acaba (Juguetes rotos)

Don’t be fooled by musicians who click your tune’s like button, or even share your tune; chances are they never listened—only relevant feedback proves they did!

LAPEDO CHILD

come creepy crawl right through 
my mansion 
in these crooked halls
we are so damn handsome 
so show me where you’ve been
cauterized 
now come make love to your 
former lives, she said 

come spend some time 
in my open grave 
when the stars fade out
i’ll be your slave 
now dance up close 
to the phantom queen
beg for candy sweet
from impaled machines, she said

come creepy crawl this
burning house 
feel the fever soak 
through my scraped up blouse 
the wax witch
does not want your laughter 
she’s got a secret for you
but she’ll tell you after, she said 

come creepy crawl right through
my mansion
in these crooked halls
we are so damn handsome 
oh the wax witch
does not want your laughter
it’s so hard to tell
just what she’s after….  

(c) 2017 PetPetPet productions

feverskull

Creepy Crawl With Me!

Idle Hands

HAVE YOU EVER known the real fear of losing someone you love?  this is what this song is about.   we must nurture and protect those close to us.

"Ambulance" is the first of 13 or so songs from my debut solo album, Year Zero.

this song is available to BUY on bandcamp https://miaowmcdonald.bandcamp.com/track/ambulance

"Ambulance" is also available on all other digital platforms to download and/or stream... iTunes, Spotify, Napster, Deezer, GooglePlay, AppleMusic, TikTok, YouTube  etc etc etc...

(c)(p) written & performed by Miaow McDonald

engineered/co-produced by Robert Davidson, the Aged Choir Boy, who also plays drums on this track.

Miaow McDonald only plays Fender Guitars.

LYRICS:

how did we get here?
t-t tell me 'cos i don't know
what went wrong.
your door is open
another closes in my face.
i'm gonna kick kick kick it down.

pills and letters
your mind is scattered on the floor.
i'm shocked to the core.

blue light flashing
my heart's racing
your getaway car's too slow
i can't let you go

(no, no no no no)

it's taking too long
it's taking too long

22 minutes
is a fu-fu very long time,
when you're losing your mind.

blue light flashing
my heart's racing
your getaway car's too slow
i can't let you go
i won't let you go
i can't let you go

Ambulance

Some Soundcloud musicians receive tens of thousands of listens, and more power to them, but spare a thought for those of us who struggle to reach double figures; it isn’t always because our tunes are inferior!

FEELIN' WOOZY

I played a bass part for our cover of Tom Waits' "Bad As Me" but it didn't seem to quite fit. 
Then Mo sent me a present to cheer me up with what I had done.

Maureen da ROsa w/mOag - Bad As MO

Composé, réalisé par Jacques Lemaire alias Idematoa, Septembre 2020 via Studio One
Free Download : https://idematoa.bandcamp.com/track/from-one-shore-to-another-my-new-life

Used Softwares :

01 - Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra - Core - Clarinet Legato
02 - Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra - Core - Flute Legato
03 - Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra - Core - Horn Legato
04 - Spitfire Audio - Aperture Strings - Aperture Ensemble - Tremolo
05 - Sonuscore - The Orchestra Complete - Violin 1 Staccato - Violin 2 Staccato - Viola Staccato - Cello Staccato - Double Bass Staccato
06 - Orchestral Tools - Time Micro - Bass Ensemble Triplets
07 - Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra - Violin 1 - C.Sord Long CS
08 - Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra - Core - Brass - Horns a4 - Legato

From One Shore To Another - My New Life

musical sketchbook
DIY, low skill, low fidelity