https://youtu.be/qK5UPK8DAYs?si=ZLTYlB0ZW2batbdj

Host of Ghoulbangers Ball, #VanessaWarwick, joins us to discuss how she joined up with Ghost, her career in MTV, and what might be coming next!

#Ghost #UmbraPodcast #ghostpodcast #GhostBand #GhostBC #GhostMusic #GhoulbangersBall #Skeleta #Skeletour

Spotify is suspected to create its own music and promote it in curated playlists to reduce the royalties they have to pay to real artists.

https://harpers.org/archive/2025/01/the-ghosts-in-the-machine-liz-pelly-spotify-musicians/

#spotify #ghostmusic #ghostartists

The Lament of Ann Penny -- Woman scored and had her revenge, she then threw herself off the cliffs where she haunts to this day.

Please listen and tell me what you think.

#Hookland #Ghost #Music #GhostMusic #Haunting

https://soundcloud.com/tide-nor-time-players/the-lament-of-ann-penny

Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
The shadowed past, time's relentless flow,
Upon these cliffs, boiling seas below.
Where is my heart? What did he do?
The cruel hand of fate, If I only knew.

His vows of love, whispered on the breeze,
He swore his heart, my shelter from the seas.
Set sail one morn, before the morning frost,
Beneath the moonlit skies, his life was lost.

(Chorus)
Oh, from the depths of my despair,
Love and loss, too hard to bear.
Seven years, I mourned for thee,
Lost my love, taken by the sea.

These haunted cliffs, a spectre in the night,
These shades in the ghostly moon light.
Along the white cliff-face walls,
Until the ancient boneyard calls

(Verse 2)
Wasn’t the sea and I know you lied,
You filled your bed, with your child bride.
Seven years you hid, and lived your life,
You made me suffer, I was your wife!

Grief of loss and then madness,
Nothing left but, insane sadness,
I found you both, asleep in your room,
I set a fire, it become your tomb.

(Chorus)
Oh, from the depths of my despair,
Love and loss, too hard to bear.
Seven years, I mourned a lie,
I watched you burn, I watch you die.

These haunted cliffs, a spectre in the night,
These shades in the ghostly moon light.
Along the white cliff-face walls,
Until the ancient boneyard calls

(Verse 3)
To the cliffs, blood on my soul,
I didn’t care, about the lives I stole.
Madness, deep in my heart,
To the cliffs, right to the start.

The boiling sea, like a roaring flame,
The waves and rocks, they called my name.
Ann Penny they called, into the night,
Off the Cliff I fell, the sea took my life.

Smudo zu Spotify: "Die ist Idee ist ja auch super".
Fred: "Die Geschäftsmodelle leider nicht".

Gefühlt kotzt es alle an aber es geht die Erzählung das man das ja heute machen muss.

Mein Vorschlag: Abwenden und mutig anders machen! Geht schon.

Kultur entsteht durch kultivieren!

Dirty Little Secrets:
https://www.ardmediathek.de/video/dirty-little-secrets/folge-1-der-geheime-deal-mit-den-labels-s01-e01/br-fernsehen/Y3JpZDovL2JyLmRlL3ZpZGVvL2EzMTUwZThiLTM2OTQtNDlhMy05ZmNmLTEwYjU4NjUwZWQ1Ng

#streaming #fairdigital #spotify #alternative #fakeartists #ghostmusic #einfachmachen #grassrootit