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FREE SONG PAGE
Hello, and welcome to yet another Chucktrevino.com Free Song Page. Be it known, this is the go-to musical webpage for what the music industry assholes label the "gray-haired pony-tail" set; my fellow refugees from the magical world of 60's and 70's Classic Rock (neophytes may also partake - if they want). Yeah, we're still alive and kicking! But maybe not for long, with all those super-slick "money manager" geniuses spreading their deranged sick, evil values (and evil germs) around the world, the latest manuever in their seemingly unstoppable quest to bump off all their enemies, start World War III with China (and whatever other countries they decide to this time around), manipulate the stock market for massive evil profits, and consolidate their control over the entire planet. My condolences to everybody who has been impacted by this madness (and I do mean everybody). Hey man, these suckers really know how to fornicate (no foul-mouthed dirty words in this website, Ace), don't they? And isn't it just great how we can't seem to stop them, given the fact that they are such experts at installing highy-bribable, morally bankrupt, rotten, greedy, cupiditous, corrupt, despicable, sordid, crummy, worthless, shitty (oops, sorry about that!) disgusting little azzhole worm/scoundrels in high places (such as the government, yes?) and also owing to our tragic inability to understand what is really happening to this country and to the entire world, thanks to their complete control of the media. I hate to keep sounding like a broken record (neophytes: a scratched vinyl audio disc that causes the "needle" to skip back to the same place again and again), but as long as we keep allowing these jerks to work their war-profiteering dollar-printing magic, while assuring us that it's going to be a great thing to receive "their" stimulus checks and debit cards in our mailboxes (well, some of our mailboxes - if they like us!), this descent into Hell is only going to get worse, while the Conqueror Worm continues to grow fatter and stronger with each killing stroke. You didn't think big fat worms could grow hideously strong? Think again! And how do you like this "only essential business can operate" bull manure? That means if we let them get away with this crap, they can simply just throw out a nice little scare into any and all countries they want, anywhere, anytime they want, just shut everything down and blame it on some country they want us to go to war with, make millions of dollars doing their wonderful stock market "insider" trading, and we can all just sit there wearing our protective masks and watching their goddamned idiot television shows. Great future ahead for humanity, eh guys? But not to worry, Charles is going to take care of those worms for you people -- if he doesn't catch some deadly virus of mysterious origin, get real sick and die first (actually, I haven't been feeling all that great lately). In upcoming pages of this website I will soon be outlining my ten-point plan to Make Planet Earth Great Again (I may try to sell some of those neat little red baseball caps too). This will be a simple, easy-to-follow primer on how to reverse this sickening trend of disgusting money-grubbing consciousness and control the maggots who are bent on returning us to some medieval (albeit high-tech) state of groveling helplessness and social distancing (note: it has a lot to do with whittling away at their power base: the central banks, international corporate conglomerates and bought-off governments of the world, for example). But these things must be done slowly, patiently, gently, and with whatever sympathy we can muster for the devil, I suppose; otherwise some of us (most of us [all of us?]) are going to get evicted from our homes. Time (and decisive action) really can heal... but Time likes to take it's sweet-ass time doing it. And decisive action must be well-informed, otherwise we'll only be jumping from the frying pan into the fire. However, I remain confident that this won't be an exercise in futility, if we can only stop our infighting and pull together as a team! I believe that people are starting to become more aware of the secret evil predatory "geniuses" who manipulate the world's economies and rob us all blind, while simultaneously attempting to shape the world into a form closer to their mean, heartless heart's desires. If these guys get control by establishing central banks and international lending (read "stealing") institutions, then logically we must address those entities first, and the people behind them, before focusing on the contingent stuff. So let's do it! Come on everybody, let's all stop arguing amongst ourselves, join forces and kick some big international financier ass! Then we'll... oops, I forgot, this was supposed to be a free song page. Alright then you mofos, here it is... but rest assured that I'll be coming back to this subject, again and again, until such time as these socially distant sociopaths see fit to bend to my indomitable will (or else put me on the respirator). This "free song" is actually three little songs I recently wrote, a sort of catharsis I indulged in while trying to recover from another blow; I'm calling it "Angel Face Suite" in honor of an exquisitely fragrant rose bush that's blooming in my backyard. I'm afraid I had to slap this suite around a little bit in order to get it to bend to my indomitable will (I'm not proud of that fact, heh-heh), but I'm finally O.K. with the cathartic result. Here's the breakdown: The first song is called "Love, Self-Delusion, and Closure." It's a musical depiction of two people who have suffered a breakdown in communication and are, accordingly, going through a difficult moment (happens all the time, or so I'm told). It's actually part of an ongoing suite of songs I've conceived in my head, a kind of "sonic diary" of a guy who knows that he is deluding himself, but allows himself to keep on doing so because it's making him stronger, in some mysterious way. But he takes it too far, and eventually has to wake up from his pipe dream. This is a roaring, stomping, hot-air blowing, moaning, crying, pleading, gasping, cathartic expression of pain and perceived loss, and I must admit, it almost did me in. But maybe it saved me too... in some mysterious way. To me, there is nothing worse than being incommunicado, and I have the greatest sympathy for anyone who has ever found themselves in a state of emotional limbo. The second song is a short piece called "No Man's Land," which was inspired by the music of Roger Waters' Pink Floyd Make of it what you will. Incidentally, poor Roger is at this very moment taking a beating in the press for voicing his support of the soon-to-be illegal (depending on your state of sanity) Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS) Movement, and using his considerable influence to dissuade neo-rock and pop stars (that includes you, Madonna) from performing in Israel (she did anyway). Why, just this morning I read an article in the Jerusalem Post that literally tore poor old Roger to shreds, castigating him for his lack of concern for more important issues while he focuses unilaterally on bashing those poor penniless/powerless Zionists who are about to annex Palestine (Today Palestine... tomorrow, the World!). The hip young author of this article then saw fit to bring in the heavy artillery, trotting out quotes from such legendary musicians as Nick Cave (?? Some Australian punk-rock nobody, I think) and also the founding member of the equally earth-shattering Radiohead (an absolute God... if you're a punk-rock idiot, again). These musical wonderboys used their awesome legendary mightiness to smite Roger good, boy (the J. Post said he was just reeling, people!). If citing the words of such small-time, talentless cock-ups as these to castigate one of the most heroic figures in classic rock (that's not geffen-rock, folks) strikes you as absurd... you are absolutely right. Ok, ok, enough about the second song. Moving right along... The third song is a little blues number which I named "Escape Velocity." It's about an escape artist who is too good at his own game, and comes to a sad (but spacious) end. This song is notable for it's lead vocalist: CHARLES!! That's right, Charles has finally figured out a way to put his vocals onto one of his songs without incurring the jealous, murderous enmity of all other singers, by purchasing expensive voice-altering equipment to make him sound much worse than he actually sings! Using techniques such as multi-tracking, EQ'ing, FX processing, compression, and other helpful enhancements, Charles has butchered his voice sufficiently to allow him to safely release a blues that's not just an instrumental! I do hope you realize the danger I'm putting myself in by doing this for you; after all, my envious enemies are legion. Actually, I had such a good time de-naturing my voice that I think I'll try it again sometime. It's actually easier to produce a song with vocals than to produce an instrumental; you can just leave great big holes in the song for your lovely verses. And a wimpy, oh, uh, I mean a beautiful vocal makes the instrumental solo parts sound even better! If such a thing is possible in a Charles musical composition. So there you are, another free song from old Charleston! And REMEMBER: Always wear your protective face mask, even when you sleep at night, for the rest of your life; these fuckers mean business, dude! And I'm talking real mean business here. Try to enjoy this cathartic little offering... I didn't. Click this link to download ANGEL FACE SUITE Click here to go back to Index Text, photos and song "Angel Face Suite" Copyright 2020 by Charles Adrian Trevino. Also, you may want to maintain a social distance from Charles ... I think they may have got me with it! This is chucktrevino.com. |
