Song I'm listening to

[Barry]

[Baron von Lotsov]

Strange stuff. I was listening to Radio One at 3 am in the morning and they had Nija Tune on. Not that I'm a great fan, but I remember them from the late 90s. They were very experimental. The music was complex, although at times it was a bit confused. Anyhow it was worth a listen. I flick it back on just after 4am as I often flick the radio on to sample it when having a cup of tea, just as a kind of random bullshit sentence generator game. The contrast at 4am could not be greater. From late night mellow tones to prole work activity. They had a B on it who was getting messages in from 4am workers, mostly delivering The News. It will be utter crap for probably the next 20-22hrs or may be weeks, who knows. It's like getting a rare sighting of a bird in the wild that is considered rare and precious, as per a piece of music that has not been played 50 million times using different artists and song titles.



So there you go. You have day people and night people. Psychologists have discovered the more complex the music you listen to, the more intelligent it makes you. Try it yourself if you like. Take an IQ test listening to something like Chopin and then do the same level test again listening to daytime pop radio, and you will find you are smarter with the complicated stuff.

[Barry]

[Barry]

I hate precocious children. (It also made me cry.)

That was really lovely.  :thup:

[Baron von Lotsov]

This one is really about a guy on YouTube. His name is Harrison Divecha, and he has done many excellent compilations.



Here is his work:



https://www.youtube.com/user/STUFFYOURTACOS/videos">https://www.youtube.com/user/STUFFYOURTACOS/videos



This is the new underground music, not pop music.

[papasmurf]

I hate precocious children. (It also made me cry.)

[Baron von Lotsov]

This track is about statistics.

So you'll love it.

[papasmurf]

[Baron von Lotsov]

snap!



Zee have more trumpets here.

I love that blond weird chick. I'd have married her you know!

[papasmurf]

[Barry]

How many times must I sing the same line?  ::



Subtle, huh?

[Baron von Lotsov]

It looks more like divine intervention

In December, Ski Mask the Slump God confirmed that he and Juice WRLD would release a joint mixtape called Evil Twins in 2019.[39]

On December 8, 2019, at the age of 21, Higgins was pronounced dead after suffering a seizure at Midway International Airport in Chicago,

- Wiki



Never popularise evil.

[Barry]

I just listened to this as I heard some news.

There are skulls in the video and the line "I know you want me dead". Sadly, he is.

RIP Juice Wrld aka Jarad

[Baron von Lotsov]

The father of a girl I was once friends with established a top 60s counterculture hang out place in the centre of London. I'm not sure who he is out of this bunch, but is that Yoko Ono at 0:42? If it isn't it is a total spitting image of her, and she was living in the area at the time as i understand it.

[Baron von Lotsov]

This is a classic album, and I finally find it again on Youtube. The weird thing is the person who posted it looks like an Italian with a name like that. Cool!

So let's take it over left wasteland

And through swirling chem-cloud

To where figures can be discerned

Standing mostly alone

Just as black as their faces

Is their backdrop depicted

Excepting this static

Which is worms working with it

Around and all over

What the man made of stone.



Caught up with process

Put through a fullness

Only dry lips twitch to whisper

Words like words down a phone

It is still-life accusing

A creed of not listening

Signals kept coming, red light receiving

Warning danger, only left in the picture

Will be what the man made of stone.



I am man, I have tamed the wild beast, I am God

I was born, I have to die, I will be ash

I am man.



Only the rocks are forever

It is perish the master, the serf

Apart or together.



Memories, wrap 'em round like a blanket

Seal up an image

From brain to heart with a stamp on it

Lovingly posted, wistfully toasted

The word is the message

That is closing the passage.



That was that then this is here

With the seasons altered

Nothing is certain except it is the same each year

Think a crack in life brought a crazy mind

Who worked 'till he'd worked it, turning to find.



When the man made of stone became

A distant distorted dangerman

The man made of stone remained

A witness wishing to start again

And he would have

If you could have moved him some.



In the haze and speed and fast it moved

So's none could tell from the telling what's truth

There was life and there was death

And in the gloom

Nothing was happening like everything instead

This hope eternal is something

A refuge of some sort some way from the drifting

Then shadow hits glass

Is a frosty reception gone past

Turn to look for a picture

A stranded case in a place

Shaken from reaching, always short on completion

Sorrow sits still on a knotted brow

No-one to ask it will find there is no-one to tell.

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