Freelance music/composing company selling original, authentic music for Dance/Art Shows, Film and Radio.
We supply live performance from in-house bands Wet Mouth & Kodiak ++ function work on request.
MM also offers some limited session work on request (VOX, CLASSICAL/JAZZ PIANO & BASS).
See MM Music section to view showreel of previous work.
For enquiries contact: mouth_muisc_inc@yahoo.com.uk
Tracks
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White Light17 plays
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Red Hot Euphoria22 plays
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I left my daughter in the forrest to die23 plays
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Fat Forrest snake16 plays
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POEM! - Organic (2008)28 plays
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You dont need no harems.demo by KODIAK71 plays
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Hips by Wet Mouth31 plays
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Frustration for F.demo93 plays
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Session vocals work - A cut of a duet W.MBF songwriting award winner Dan Croll60 plays
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African in-heritage140 plays
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Free as a bird.mp3116 plays
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Why dont you chill the fuck out - self recorded demo285 plays
Posts
November 23, 08:03 PM
I mine skoger.-*
Wrote this a couple o years ago in Norway, as a poetry task in a norwegian class actually, came out pretty straight, takk til min norsk-lærer Anton Løkken. English translate below.
I mine skoger finnes vesen du aldri vil få se
I mine skoger finnes toner som en sjel jeg vandrer med
Der finnes et mørke som spenner sine strenger
Det er i det mørket mine blåtoner henger
I mine skoger er alles pust og alt som puster mitt
I mine skoger kan alle mine vesen rase fritt
Derfor vandrer jeg der
Og ikke her
In my forest.-*
In my forest there are creatures who your never gonna see
In my forest there are tones like a soul that walk with me
There exists a darkness that tightens all its strings
It is in this darkness all my bluetones ring
In my forest all of breath and all that breathes belongs to me
In my forest all my creatures are allowed to rage wild and free
thats why I walk there
and not here.
November 23, 08:06 PM
They move
Like a tornado of bleach, blood and blue
through shattered glass & mashed pieces of faces
that swirl faster,
slept with you, you and you
the worlds youth on a run,
they run through murray streets
to escape the coming of age
as their youth slips away on its sonic beats
as their youth slips away on its sonic beats
O` their venerable anarchism to drown down in society fear
desperate longings, o anxiety to tread your life path right,
to show for what and how to care
bleeding into each others blood, bleeding into skin,
Our youth drain downwards to success,
our love is in the win
bleeding into each others blood, bleeding into skin,
Our youth drain downwards to success,
our love is in the win
See
Apples blossom, little girls
Apples blossom, little girls
using sex and liquor to fill the emptiness of world
people always loved the smell of human flesh
bury down your apathy with chest-biting deep breaths
So
my loved ones barb your wires, pull your strings
my loved ones barb your wires, pull your strings
sometimes in a cathedral gardens, you`ll find the beauty of life rings
yes, gold locks our dreams from where born is our grief
say in your search there lies relief
say in your search there is never grief
say in your search there is never grief
Like ripped up metallics crashing through air
to mad fusion jazz show me someone who cares
its a lie, but its said in a search there is never grief
concerning the madness is a strange relief
concerning the madness brings such strange relief
May 01, 08:06 PM
Fair flower child.-*
Fair flower child
wont you dare to be mine
feel the juices of life
in the core of thy soul
The sun smile in thy eyes
my fair flower child
and I wish you`d be mine
with a promising bow
Your hair blows in the wind
with all o life & with glow
like my judas of sin
your innocence flows
So fair flower child feel thy spirit alive
swimming the waters of fresh human love
I give you my heart with a vow
remember that life it is now...
©Wet mouth Poetry aka. V.Holseter
©Wet mouth Poetry aka. V.Holseter
November 23, 08:28 PM
zofiesverden.no
"Hallo Bloggen". Pink blogs, they kill me.
I was reading an article about this 31 year old sweedish woman falling into a coma with a permanent brain damage cause the anesthesia of her operation went wrong. She and her fiancee had really good jobs, had been together for 13 years and was set to be married this summer. It was what she wanted for her wedding present. The doctors don`t think she`ll ever wake up.
The surgery was a boob-job.
oh pink blogs, Headlines of Norwegian papers like Dagbladet, "Thinspiration" pictures on facebook or people keeping the "Im so fat"line on repeat. wah. pah.
Cant imagine the trauma of living the rest o your life without the person you loved because of a reason like that.
Her fiance stated he wanted to share his story in the papers as this warning to others:
Dont forget what you have,
If you already got a good life. Why`d you always need more?
Fitter happier as Radiohead say.
Here`s the article -->
http:/dagbladet.no/2010/11/18/nyheter/plastisk_kirurgi/14345433/ (sadly its in norwegian)
All o soul & all o love, overrated is control-*
Though I wanna breathe all love
must admit I curse this worlds soul
of this perfecting perfection, more control
think you`ll care when you get old?
JEa, I wanna believe in compassion
let love be the biggest fashion
grace to me is running free
aint wearing a six-inch heel
Plastic in your body
barbed-wire in your brain
six-inches to deform your feet
and leave your self-esteem in pain
push your image up on show
state we are all perfect souls
worth`s from fit & beautiful
never gonna make me whole
boy, never gonna fill my soul
these glossy images to greet the world
are never gonna be my girls
think your created for being on show
worths from fit & beautiful
worths from fit & beautiful
though love for your life cann fill all your soul
Fuck giving your ears to superficial words
the kindness of your soul unwind thats what deserves to be heard
Have all o love & have all o soul
overrated is control
perfecting perfection more control
think you`ll care when you are old?
freaks me out orange faces
14year olds bumming out bout braces?
miserable in your life
cause you think you havent got it right
low self-esteem brings no relief
cause you aint Kate or Agyness-skinny
well is this, is this what we`re supposed to breathe?
what is thinspiration
that seems to rule our nation
turning every little girl into a self-concius emo
cause whats your life like, are you free
if all these strings are binding thee
from this pressure build on time
as a weight to break your spine
to lay misery down your line
happiness is hold in an easy life
in a dress to tight to breathe
or jumping rivers, running fields
feel the wind who touches thee
where`d you think you are most free
perfecting perfection more control
think you`ll care when you are old?
Have all o` love and have all o` soul
overrated is control
dis-funk just to let it flow
dis-punk just to let it go
kickstart, hit and sell your soul
overrated is control
people,
together here we can grant love
upon the pillars of our soul
I wanna breathe a love & breathe a flow
overrated is control
©Wet mouth Poetry
So fuck the thinspiration
it aint made to rule no nation
cause, everyone have insecurities honey
rejection always hurt
but you contribute to this pressure
that determines what your worth
your plugging of perfecting perfection, thinner
puts it onto other boys&girls
November 23, 09:21 PM
I started writing this poem in one of my choir lessons in high school.
cause it was a godamn boring lesson. Jee, four years ago now.
cause it was a godamn boring lesson. Jee, four years ago now.
Id seen a very hot punker in the town I`d just moved to.
My classmate knew him & later got this punker to mail me on myspace, Totally meant to be eh?
Haha, we sadly never were, he did however later have a romance with one of my amaz friends.
Whey, well good
Anyway. Its one of the first things I wrote as a this kind`a poem and I used it as lyrics for the first song I wrote when quit the paino & started out playing bass. Put it on my demo for when I applied to, whey, the Liverpool Institute of Performing Arts, where Im at now, studying music as well.
Girls gonna find her a young punk
One that will say hey without being drunk
A black-haired bastard crammed, bursting with attitude
One in love with the world, people and solitude
Girls gonna find one with funk in his veins
One boy that all of her strangeness drains
A tattooed mohawk freak of a boyfriend to be
One that loves both her peaches and can shake her tree
She's much to young for a marriage to start so all o her lovers go tear at her hart
O much to young for a marriage to start so tear right and left tear it nearly apart
Doesn't matter what she's seeing in you, so much more important to not make her blue
Yes my boy if you do want her love then you tear at her with every piece o thy soul
She is an angelic fruitcake
A mental earthquake
So drive her high or drain her down
she`ll go for another round
Well, all o soul is all of love
nothing more then soul to make you loose control
Nervous no, come on lets go
She`ll go she`ll go she`ll go go go
For her to live a life, that's not empty but ripe
Its all a matter o to be or to not
So realize the moment is all that you got
She is the angelic fruitcake
A mental earthquake
So drive her high or drain her down
attitude is all around
She`ll go for another round
Bridge:
For little girls, like she or me
All you want is to climb in life's apple tree
So little girl like she or me
Go out, go climb in thy apple tree.-*
hahahaha
May 15, 04:56 PM
This is a tune by the semi-funkish old school red hot`ish band Im a part of, sadly I cant get the video of us playing it to upload, prob. cause our internet is so shit so here`s a link to it on facebook: --->
listn.to/kodiakmusic
its just supp. to be weird,
and forgetting bout your hurt.-*
LOVE-POTIONS-RHYME © Kodiak
Chime with the cello – to my beat of heart
It was a chainsaw that killed my wolverine
my precious child runnin out of a childish-stream
another torn and born from the love-machine
to the beat of my heart, lo- e-a-ove
and there are worms crawling out of your spinal cracks
as you wake up shock up heart attack
from that moment I chose to turn my back
to the beat of my heart, eh a oh
Chorus:
I crack my skull up to the beat of the ocean
and break my blood to forget all about
human devotion
And out of a boiling fire-flame
stepped a barbed-wire girl with a chain-sawed brain
o cuttin through all your veins and strain
to the beat of my heart lo-e-a-ove
and as you weep for your murdered wolverine
you wake up shock up lock up scream
unable to separate day or dream
to the beat of my heart eh a oh
chorus...
Bridge:
a little fire-starter
tries to hit me harder
into my dream
I scream
into my heart
the bitter part
love shock
I drop
I crack my skull
up to the beat of the ocean
and break my blood
to forget all about
human devotion.-*
listn.to/kodiakmusic
its just supp. to be weird,
and forgetting bout your hurt.-*
LOVE-POTIONS-RHYME © Kodiak
Chime with the cello – to my beat of heart
It was a chainsaw that killed my wolverine
my precious child runnin out of a childish-stream
another torn and born from the love-machine
to the beat of my heart, lo- e-a-ove
and there are worms crawling out of your spinal cracks
as you wake up shock up heart attack
from that moment I chose to turn my back
to the beat of my heart, eh a oh
Chorus:
I crack my skull up to the beat of the ocean
and break my blood to forget all about
human devotion
And out of a boiling fire-flame
stepped a barbed-wire girl with a chain-sawed brain
o cuttin through all your veins and strain
to the beat of my heart lo-e-a-ove
and as you weep for your murdered wolverine
you wake up shock up lock up scream
unable to separate day or dream
to the beat of my heart eh a oh
chorus...
Bridge:
a little fire-starter
tries to hit me harder
into my dream
I scream
into my heart
the bitter part
love shock
I drop
I crack my skull
up to the beat of the ocean
and break my blood
to forget all about
human devotion.-*
May 01, 06:24 PM
Lyrics & Poetry by Wet mouth ©
To be recorded in the year of 2011. (small update, it has --> Listn.to/Wetmouth )
lips & fangs, some lyrics & poetry. In the honor of Esra that let me use her image, as she pointed this out as her favorite & my amaz. mother that recently turned 50; "White light scattered over the sea" to start;
Its act. a song. It was written in the summer before I moved to England, a summer I did`nt really do much but work at the old folks home everyday and bike back to the home where I grew up at night with either Jeff Buckley or The end by the Doors.
My mom picked me up one night after work and we went for a night bath at a lake near by. As we drove home the sun set over the lake and scattered a white light over it. I was listening to Reena by Sonic youth & had my feet out of the window of the car.
I have never felt as fulfilled.
I have never felt as fulfilled.
WHITE LIGHT SCATTERED OVER THE SEA.-*
I remember the summer, put my feet out of the window the car
driving with my mother, never thought we`d get that far
and the lake was on fire, white light scattered over the sea
dirt of the road whirled higher,
as the wheels turned it up to me
I remember the water, black and blue like a swimming-pool
boy seduced by her daughter, talk to her like an ignorant fool
warm wind as blow-drying air, pulling on your hair to sooth
and I was lost in the moment, with the water to keep you cool
Chorus:
pump your heart up with fire
Pump your body up with energy
light the flame dull, flame of desire
light up your soul with electricity
Hot summer heat like fire
warmth hits from high and low
warm winds that take you higher
breathing from your bones
White light inflames the sky
as summer heat it burns
freedom takes you higher
as the wheels they turn
Chorus:
pump your heart up with fire
Pump your body up with energy
light the flame dull, flame of desire
light up your soul with electricity
I remember the summer, had my feet out the window of the car
driving with my mother, never thought we`d get that far
and the lake was on fire, white light scattered over the sea
and I could finally remember,
how it really feels to be free...
