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Eli Waltz – 'Parky Raccoon'
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Eli Waltz

Eli Waltz – 'Parky Raccoon'

I learned this little number in the hopes of spreading awareness about Parkinson's Disease. My dear old man is a neuroscientist who studies the disease, and in 2022 he endeavored to smith the stanzas of 'Parky Raccoon,' adapting the lyrics from The Beatles' classic song 'Rocky Raccoon.' I’ve been interested in my Dad’s research for a long long time, and the idea of using this song to promote PD awareness seemed swell to us both. Enjoy, and please consider supporting the good work of Parky Raccoon at https://www.worldpdcoalition.org/page/SupportWork Adapted from Rocky Raccoon (written by John Lennon & Paul McCartney in 1968) Eli Waltz....................................................vocals, guitar, harmonica Michael Schwarzschild...........................adapted lyrics RFBV Films...............................................videography Once again, you can support the good work of Parky Raccoon at https://www.worldpdcoalition.org/page/SupportWork There, you can contribute to the World Parkinson Coalition to help alleviate and eventually eliminate the burden of Parkinson disease. Parky the Raccoon was introduced to the world in 2012 by Bob Kuhn, a World Parkinson Congress 2013 Ambassador. Parky Raccoon is dedicated to the global Parkinson’s community. ... Lyrics: [The lyrics’ geeky science terms are explained in footnotes.] Now somewhere in the Black Pigment Cells of the Nigra [1] there lived a young boy named Parky Raccoon. And one day his dopa [2] ran out and down the drain, hit young Parky in the brain. Parky didn’t like that. He said, “I’m gonna block that drain.” So one day he flew into Spain, booked himself a room in a conference hotel. Parky Raccoon checked into his room only to find symptom treatment [3]. Parky had come equipped with a drug to block off the path of his cell death [4]. That cell death it seems had dampened his dreams by making his neurons [5] act screwy His name was α-Syn [6] and he formed fibrils [7] thin, but everyone knew him as Lewy [8]. Now he and some jerk who called himself LRRK [9] were in the next cell in the circuit. Parky burst in and grinned at a-Syn. He said, “Lewy boy, this is a showdown.” But Lewy was hot, he drew first and shot, and Parky collapsed in a synapse [10]. Yah, yah. Now the doctor came in aiming for Syn, and proceeded to set up a trial. She said, "Parky you need to enroll." Parky said, “Doc, I’m up for this goal, and I’ll give consent [11], give consent, Doc, as soon as I’m able." And now Parky Raccoon, he was over the moon, excited to test Braak’s hypothesis [12]. Lewy checked out and he left it, no doubt, to help with his neuron’s survival. Aye, come on Parky now. Doo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doo, Doo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doo, Doo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doo Doo-do-do-do-bah. ... 1 “Nigra” is short for substantia nigra, Latin for the ‘black substance’ that marks the brain region housing pigmented brain cells that degenerate in Parkinson’s disease (PD). 2 “dopa” is short for levodopa, the main drug taken to improve symptoms of PD. Dopa passes into the brain where it is converted into dopamine -- the chemical signal made by those pigmented brain cells. 3 “symptom treatment” refers to the current standard therapy for PD. It is limited to helping with the slowness of movement and other features of the disease without addressing the underlying disease process. Such disease-modifying therapy is the holy grail of PD research. 4 Brain “cell death” is what causes the progressive worsening of symptoms in PD. 5 Brain cells are called “neurons”. 6 “a-Syn” is short for alpha-synuclein, a protein that plays a key role in PD. Changes in its gene encoding a-Syn can increase the risk of PD. Also a-Syn is found in clumps – known as Lewy bodies – in degenerating brain cells in PD. 7 Fibrils are microscopic threads. a-Syn can form thin fibrils that in turn may clump into Lewy bodies. 8 “Lewy bodies” are the abnormal clumps of proteins including a-Syn, and are found in brains of PD patients. 9 LRRK2 (pronounced lurk-two) is another protein whose gene also contributes to the risk of PD, especially when it leads to LRRK2 overactivity. 10 A “synapse” is the small gap between two brain cells, across which they communicate with each other using molecular signals called neurotransmitters (like dopamine). 11 Informed “consent” is given in writing before a volunteer participant can enroll in a research trial. 12 “Braak’s hypothesis” is the theory that PD develops and progresses due to spread of a-Syn into and through the brain.
jackson pollock - original song by daphne eckman
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daphne eckman

jackson pollock - original song by daphne eckman

© all rights reserved - daphne eckman 2022 filmed by Rick Barnwell at RFBV Studios i swear i felt hope slump out of your room i'm halfway convinced that you felt her leave too and i painted you on my chest i saw jackson pollock instead of a mess leaves change, maybe i should change too on my way home i stepped on one, i heard it crack, i wished it was you there's nothing like laying in sheets made of silence i'll bury my face in you to keep in the violence imagine you crying over my dead body i guess i'll stay longer cuz i know you’d be sorry and leaves fall, like I fell for you and leave the trees naked, but naked’s too good to be true and i wish i was brave to say it to your face there’s a fly in your paint and you’re put on display no i won’t draw attention though everyone can see i'll keep you a secret just how you keep me til i can’t and i leave but you wrote me a song, wait no that was me i wasted lines fabricating personality somebody said you aren’t what you do but when you’re doing nothing, you got nobody to lose and i wish i was brave to say it to your face there’s a fly in your paint and you’re put on display no i won’t draw attention though everyone can see i'll keep you a secret just how you keep me and i don’t think it ever gets better just gradually less surprising and the results are all in from the art critics so why am i still staring at your painting analyzing? and i wish i was brave to say it to your face there’s a fly in your paint and you’re put on display no i won’t draw attention though everyone can see I'll just frame you in my bedroom and keep you just for me till i can't (4x) and i leave Twitter: @daphneisamyth Instagram: @daphneeckmanmusic Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/daphneeckman
Alex Riabov - Now I Roam
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Alex Riabov Music

Alex Riabov - Now I Roam

LYRICS Look where I came from Look how hard I've tried Ma I stopped taking handouts Discarded my food stamps I hope I made you proud I dreamt of a home Where the walls were plastered bright No creases or strangers Paint chips and failures I witnessed as a child A home once broken Oh look I've started my own I am just grateful to be here To have finally made it out And now I roam, now I roam They say god cures your illness If you just hand him a check I kept hearing convictions Advice, and opinions, of someone else I sought love from others Forget mother and brother Was a goner and a runner Since she got sick A home once broken Oh look I've started my own I am just grateful to be here To have finally made it out And now I roam, now I roam It was yesterday, it was yesterday it was yesterday. It was yesterday, it was yesterday it was yesterday. It was yesterday, it was yesterday it was yesterday, yesterday, yesterday It was yesterday, it was yesterday it was yesterday, yesterday, now I roam. And now I roam, now I roam And now I roam, now I roam. Now I roam. ____________ Filmed and Edited by RFBV Films Performed Live at Creative Grounds D.C. ABOUT THE ARTIST Born in Brooklyn, and raised in New York’s Washington Heights, I am an indie-folk singer/songwriter based in Washington DC. My vision for my music is for people to — feel. For that is all we really have. What began as drafting words in my bedroom during a turbulent upbringing, I embraced songwriting as a form of vulnerability — because the best songs are the most inviting to one’s world. A son of two immigrant musicians, I was surrounded by his mother’s classical training and my father’s live jazz performances from an early age. There is something deeply personal about my songs and the words I choose for them. I strive for my listeners to feel those words and to take from them what they want. My music grasps an opportunity to share something more. With each song comes a story. If the song was about loss, I will tell you who I lost. If it was about love, I would tell you who I loved. It is not for you to feel my loss or love. Rather, the purpose is to provide the space to see that we are all human. That we all feel. That we all have something we carry. Through guitar, piano, and vocals, I strive to use vivid lyricism and sound to portray my personal experience and perception of identity and the life of immigrants in the United States. I have performed in various places in New York, Washington DC, Paris, and St. Petersburg. I am currently based in Washington DC.
God Only Knows (Live)
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Gage Rhodes

God Only Knows (Live)

This song is called God Only Knows, and it's about growing up and getting older (which are definitely two separate things) and watching the trajectories of important people in your life change. A lot of my friends didn't see themselves making it to anywhere close to where we are now. I'm so, so proud of them. Some of my friends didn't. I miss them. It makes me wonder why them and not me, how any of us ended up doing alright, and if they'd want me to lighten up a little more. Thank you all for listening, sharing, and (most importantly to me) giving a damn about my music. Y'all are the only thing that matters at the end of the day. Thanks again to @rfbvfilms for making one hell of a video. Lyrics: This was when you were young enough to still find God And you weren't yet aware of the things you could still outrun Falling off the swing, yeah I think that you broke your arm And you called me by my given name Its funny how some things never change Isn't that just great? Think I'm too old to be feeling this way They told me when I grew up the anger would fade Too smart to be worried all the time But I can still hear my grandfather's favorite line If you hate it, hold on hard What you cling to will fall apart give it time Its weird to think We made it out alive We're worse for wear but hell yeah, we're alright I'm tired of writing about all my dead friends Do you think they'll forgive me if I change the lyrics? Just a little touch, nothing much really makes me sad Or is that selling out For the record deal we talked about all the time way back then I think I'm too old to be feeling this way Somebody pointed out I lost my baby face I'm too careful to be worried all the time I can still hear my grandmother's favorite line If you love it, don't let go Cause if you lose it, god only knows If it'll come back at all It doesn't come back at all
nosebleeds - original song by daphne eckman
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daphne eckman

nosebleeds - original song by daphne eckman

© all rights reserved - daphne eckman 2022 video: Rick Barnwell (RFBV films) mixing: Rick Barnwell (RFBV films) LYRICS: driving down the back roads begging him to go slow i don't want this to end leaning from the passenger give him what he’s asking for did you know you’re my best friend? how is it a year later i’m struggling to feel anything inside? hold my hair with one hand listenin’ to your friend’s band i think i made you up melt into your carpet i think that’s where my heart went to this day it’s beating under your rug i don’t think i'll ever feel again; did you know that you’re my best friend? someday i’ll be of age i hope that i'll have changed what would you think of me? if somebody said hello so i took them to your show would you watch me dance while you sing? i’ll always forgive, but i never forget the feeling of being a means to an end And i’ll carry it with me like a bag at my side but i'll love you forever, and i never tell lies you’re laying prostrate you never have much to say i’m living in deja vu so i’ll talk where it hurts and at least my mouth works when i’m pulling my weight off you i find it hard to believe there is someone else out there for me. someday i’ll be of age i hope that i’ll have changed what would you think of me? if someone told you a joke would you take them to my show kiss standing in the nosebleeds? cuz i'd always spot you from the rest of the crowd. as i’m closing it out, i hope that i make you proud. driving down the backroads hands on the wheel, i drive slow i look both ways and brake around bends i wish you were next to me but leather’s where your leg should be you’ll always be my best friend. Twitter: @daphneisamyth Instagram: @daphneeckmanmusic Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/daphneeckman

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