NOTHING BEATS DA RIDDIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM KILLING ITTTTTTTTTTTT

A nice groove and voices, great variations and progression, excellent work!

Like many fans who have commented, I am fascinated by this song. I think this sound makeup is a modern "spiritual march". I enjoy listening to music that is cool and forward-looking in various problems. I also like difficult noise music.

Recuerdos

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Passions Unleashed Dub

Grim fall

Up in space 
there’s a correlation 
I’ve found
I wish that
You could turn around, babe
And come outside

And I wake up 
to the seven fates
I learned my place
but I go insane
where I find it
where I found you


It's new love
Don't say its true love
I've been there too, love
An obscenity fool in love

Obscenity Fool

bizarrely awesome song about a beautiful day. code name Ronald Goddamn Chase. I had no choice on this one, it came from the overlord.🗿 it's super positive and has a some kickass raw stuff. brace yourself.

🤘🤡🤘
love, ronald 
xoxo

ronald goddamn chase - raw songwriting track

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Hammond B3 Organ solo. Alto Saxophone solo. Trumpet solo. Fender Electric Bass. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm with Bass. Trap drum kit. Percussion Zildjen Crash & Ride cymbal, separate Hi-Hat.

Lighthouse

Barreling

Hallo my SCFriends,

Love to Share this one i found in the Archives ; )
I enjoyed this one hearing it again after some 1.5 year ago,
Hope you enjoy it too : )))
Also i would like to wish all my SC friends a late but, Sparkling Creative & Happy New year,
I wasn't able to react due to some family matters.
Love,

Ad

~~~  Stylo Latino  ~~~

Will the lonely oak tree remember the embrance of its sisters? 
What will she fell when she shades the men who left her orphan?
Will the human being ever learn that without enviroment there is no future for humanity?
Will it then be too late?

THE TREE THAT WAS FOREST

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

Musings on mortality.


I hear that countdown clock ticking
Remaining time is flying by
I'm still alive and kicking
But there are dark clouds in the sky

We thought that we'd be young forever
The sun is always in the sky
Our spirits light as a feather
The rules of life do not apply

Hold on the line
Hold on the lifeline

The best part is behind us
Our race is almost run
Failing bodies remind us
Soon we'll be undone

Hold on the lin
Hold on the lifeline

Hold On The Line

ATRIUM .

So great we can reflect inner beauty with each other and find in the end we are all cut out of the same wood, it's only the shape which differs

~ Stylo Latino ~

Chill zone

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