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…
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…
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…
" "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…
originally written for what became "a too much divided heart" by the sevens collective, which I have a notion may be released by beta-lactam records at some point this year?, but I wrote far too many words, as is my wont, so I made this acoustic…
O Hairy One
O hairy one............
May the hair that sprouts from your coarse velvet skin
Grow through my pores & cover my limbs
May the strength that lies in your shoulders & thighs
Pour through my soul in its hugeness &…
O Hairy One
O hairy one............
May the hair that sprouts from your coarse velvet skin
Grow through my pores & cover my limbs
May the strength that lies in your shoulders & thighs
Pour through my soul in its hugeness &…
loving thee hall piano...reminds me of a trippy youth......wandering around the dark house....hark! i hear sound...creeping out there in the dark...loving it
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…
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…
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…
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…
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
That is awesome!
Another great tune
Excellent tune.
Jesus Christ it's like listening to a live Hawkwind recording!
An excellent rendition.......not one for the short of tounge
Excellent lyrics as always keep them spilling out as is your wont and mine too.....Excellent verbalisation of said Verbiage......
I wold fav again if I cold oh hairy one........
mmm.not sure which one i like better this one feels spookier but the other weirder,,,mmmm...a dilemma its a dilemma it tell you ......
loving thee hall piano...reminds me of a trippy youth......wandering around the dark house....hark! i hear sound...creeping out there in the dark...loving it
Wonderfully worded slugg..........
Love it! Nice one.
Syd Barrett's returned :O Really, really good.
This is great...love it! You might like http://youtu.be/RSmOZFqQRxY
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!