angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
i can hear the digits in your digital audio
i feel the need to fidget with my mouse and my moby
i’m listless as i listen to prestigious presentations
of manipulated data and prestidigitation
i type unlisted numbers into my communicator
i'm dubious…
THE TWO (or the witnesses)
You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.
Wiser not to ask just…
just for the record, those crazy lyrics is by the dead excellent poet w h auden, not me (though my own lyrics are pretty crazy, even if i do say so myself)
THE TWO (or the witnesses)
You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.
Wiser not to ask just…
crux
i heard my darling snarling
and our little stomachs churning
he said i should be earning
some kind of verbal warning
but i found out in the morning
as the cardboard moon was waning
i heard the pitter-patter
of the footprints in the…
angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
THE TWO (or the witnesses)
You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.
Wiser not to ask just…
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
i believe lewis actually wrote this in eager anticipation of the emergence of nouveau-psychedelic dub from the cultural flux: it is almost certainly what humpty dumpty really meant by "hard stuff"
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
[recorded in glorious 4-trak at lotek studios in the '90s]
straining to maintain
straining to maintain a sense of dense intensity
vainly feigning pain of a spurious immensity
a furious refrain of precarious opacity
nefarious pretence…
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
[recorded in glorious 4-trak at lotek studios in the '90s]
straining to maintain
straining to maintain a sense of dense intensity
vainly feigning pain of a spurious immensity
a furious refrain of precarious opacity
nefarious pretence…
Got it, made louder. From here, I slowly going mad, following your creativity. Or is it a cure? Or is the other side? But: the side of what?
~decided to go with the stream meandering thoughts ...
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/s.legg4/fliessite.htm
princess anorexia ('90s demo i think)
princess anorexia was out walking
in the magnetic fields of her mother
queen anaesthesia, whose reign had died down
until now it was no more than…
angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
Kubla Khan. Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. (poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea…
Kubla Khan. Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. (poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea…
angel delight
as soon as i awoke i ran downstairs to my laboratory
to see what my strange attractor had brought me
at first it had been disappointing: a few wisps of smoke
some sea-shells and butterfly wings
but this time i found something…
For my contribution to the RPM this year i thought i'd tell a little story......
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For those of us who think it impossible to stop these full throttle hands.
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(STRANGE DAYS) Thetworegs
The Blue sky in my dreams…
Here's a demo i'm offering up for the band i'm in the Big Bad Dog...Jon is on Guitar i may add a lot better player than myself the first demo i think was Em all the way through that i played him luckly he can see what i'm trying to put across…
THE TWO (or the witnesses)
You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock.
The Two.
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.
Wiser not to ask just…
just for the record, those crazy lyrics is by the dead excellent poet w h auden, not me (though my own lyrics are pretty crazy, even if i do say so myself)
Grey skies, crow flies into the horizon
Birdcage, road rage what do you spend your wages on
All alone smart phone no-one you can ring
Peacocks, cats and dogs, the butterfly stings
Your friend indeed, my friend in need, another friend in debt…
Poetry, a Cubist’s View is a “mash” of Benjamin Smith’s Ben.improv.Jul.16.2013 on electric piano and a combination of Paul Mimlitsch’s bass clarinet and soprano clarinet improvisations: “71913bcimpx1?, “71913scimpx1?, and “71913scimpx2?. I added…
Grey skies, crow flies into the horizon
Birdcage, road rage what do you spend your wages on
All alone smart phone no-one you can ring
Peacocks, cats and dogs, the butterfly stings
Your friend indeed, my friend in need, another friend in debt…
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
i believe lewis actually wrote this in eager anticipation of the emergence of nouveau-psychedelic dub from the cultural flux: it is almost certainly what humpty dumpty really meant by "hard stuff"
Had a few beers tonight and started looking for something to play...finally decided on an old classic thats been Regged a little so here it is warts and all live in the Living room.........
stunning
[the first non-derisive response i ever had to me singing was from the landlady of a pub in the burren in the west of ireland when i joined in the chorus of this song with a very very very very very drunk man who serenaded me with it one afternoon]
I had envisioned the title referring to a suicide; however I suppose it could be anything attempted without success. In case you've not sussed it out yet, our friend Elle is not a happy camper.
Some day I'll get around to noting all of the…
"Danse Macabre (first performed in 1875) is the name of opus 40 by French composer Camille Saint-Saëns."
synths used:
- Korg DW-8000
- Roland D-50
- Emu Proteus 1000
the last time i will EVER do this much tedious MIDI sequencing. so over it…
Rough mix of a work in progress that has been gestating since late May 2013. still working out the lyrics/vocal parts. dunno if there will eventually be keys and/or synths.
I had envisioned the title referring to a suicide; however I suppose it could be anything attempted without success. In case you've not sussed it out yet, our friend Elle is not a happy camper.
Some day I'll get around to noting all of the…
I decided to challenge myself by requesting some beats from a beat producer, Ant 'Brave Toaster' Hughes. One of the beats was named Popcorn Chicken.
I added a few bits and pieces with my virtual keyboard (including a little Blondie tribute…
I decided to challenge myself by requesting some beats from a beat producer, Ant 'Brave Toaster' Hughes. One of the beats was named Popcorn Chicken.
I added a few bits and pieces with my virtual keyboard (including a little Blondie tribute…
Comments on sluggthesickpuppy's stuff
thank you kindly, graham guest
An angel! A fucking angel! 😊🥢
FABULOUS LYRICS!
just for the record, those crazy lyrics is by the dead excellent poet w h auden, not me (though my own lyrics are pretty crazy, even if i do say so myself)
Your lyrics are as crazy as mine, great song!!
Awesome lyrics. I need to give this another listen soon!
Very cool!
I like it.
i believe lewis actually wrote this in eager anticipation of the emergence of nouveau-psychedelic dub from the cultural flux: it is almost certainly what humpty dumpty really meant by "hard stuff"
Nice nouveau-psychedelic dub, a suitable accompaniment to this strange little poem I've always loved. :)
What a real F>€#?ing Angel?
Missed this thanks Igor for finding a track that wasn't lost....Reggea madness done so well Slugg.....
Most awesome :)
Got it, made louder. From here, I slowly going mad, following your creativity. Or is it a cure? Or is the other side? But: the side of what? ~decided to go with the stream meandering thoughts ...
~Who's been repeating all that hard stuff to you?~
Brilliant.
Fantastic!
Great song!!
I tried to set this same poem to music once. It wasn't nearly as good as your version. Good job!
I like this. I have always liked this poem and this is a good performance.
Comments made by sluggthesickpuppy
thank you kindly, graham guest
at last! the whole story!
great good to hear you with a band
just for the record, those crazy lyrics is by the dead excellent poet w h auden, not me (though my own lyrics are pretty crazy, even if i do say so myself)
oh yes thank you for that, really excellent now, beautiful bleakness
that's rather nice vais, a bubble & squeak of free jazz
very nice mr express
can you make the vocal loder &/or clearer please mr wolf? i can't hear what time it is?
i believe lewis actually wrote this in eager anticipation of the emergence of nouveau-psychedelic dub from the cultural flux: it is almost certainly what humpty dumpty really meant by "hard stuff"
stunning [the first non-derisive response i ever had to me singing was from the landlady of a pub in the burren in the west of ireland when i joined in the chorus of this song with a very very very very very drunk man who serenaded me with it one afternoon]
this is rather nice too though
sorry fallingup, i love this much more than those 3
now play it on guitars
nice
delicious synchromaticity
144 tracks? that's gross
fabulous playing (as ever)
wait a minute - didn't i say that on the other side of the record???
excellent version!
splendid!