Wonderful guitar with a bit of the laid-back swagger of the original. Really nice.

doing Miles is quite the challenge....you did a great job with it!

What?!?! OMG, this is outstanding! what versatility in your music man.

Written by Novelli/Ruffolo
 
Rooted: 

The needle tears a hole
Please don't let me go
I didn't say goodbye
Now my heart is broken

The soul has to break
I hear you call my name
A ghost or just my pain
Now my heart is broken

Things never stay the same
They're always meant to change
Its over now
Now my heart has broken

Rooted

More light hearted than recent tunes of mine... This is a project that Gaz Brownie https://soundcloud.com/user-755327533 and I did together a couple years ago. Gaz presented me with vocal ideas & lyrics and a chord outline, and I put the music bed & production together.  We just released it on Spotify as The Bird Thieves band, with a new mix & master.  It's one of my favorites and we invite you to listen on Spotify!

Our Carpe Diem 

candy to my eyes sweet poison to my hear
we were electric together but safer miles apart

in wild times we were living and you always made me laugh
when you're dancing on the tables and falling over in the dark

now if you're going to judge us then you better be perfect
if you've got something to say then it better be worth it

we lived for the moment in our very own carpe diem

caught a train to London in hindsight shouldn't have went 
we stayed out 48 hours and drank next month's rent

beautiful minds equal beautiful minds
it was never going to last but what an absolute blast

oh D'arcy we lived for the moment

Carpe Diem

Listen on Spotify

Our Carpe Diem

I often wonder what people are talking about when they write the usual "love" song: my love is higher than a mountain/deeper than a sea/Iit will last forever ( then they add a day. great line John Prine!!)
I really think these songs do a disservice to love and confuse the inexperienced as to what to expect.
Relationships are not easy. Love at first sight is usually more physical than not and so is fragile . 
Respect/devotion/selflessness to some extent are all needed among other difficult traits to make a relationship ( ie love) last through time

lyrics

Love is not a gentle breeze
that takes you where you want to go
love is work
love is hard
not pretty birds singing in your yard

Love doesn't happen at first sight
It's not about soulmates or perfect fits
Love is give
Love is take
And do what you must 
to fix the breaks

It's about forgive it's about forget
It's not just about sex or lust
patience
trust
passion 
devotion

Love is biting your lip
It's about clenching your toes
Take the blows
take the bows
make it work
no matter how

Love is not quitting
or turning your back
take the good
with the bad
take the happy 
with the sad

Love is not the highest mountain
Love is not the deepest sea
Love is two people there for each other
Hand in hand before all others
and especially before themselves

Love is..(or isn't)

Jazz Rehersals

So What (Miles Davis)

Donald Stabler, a truly Brilliant Poet and proprietor at "oxtraces poetry", so generously allowed me to use his words for my Maniacally Rash guitar and synth production--if you happen to read this poem, you will see just how wonderful this work is, and if you visit Donald's site, You will find many more 
equally interesting and amazing works-- I am completely blown away by his poems and poetry Productions!

Post Card. By Donald Stabler

Ox and goose in a field the agoraphob doxy slump gum mid chaw chating scared senseless as strange appearance appears in points of view, gots a receiver. She blows up the skyline and the vision's caress is captured deep inside. But damn it the clouds are blinders: the Ox sees ultra radiance in upheaval scratches with snatches its contact on eyeballs. The Goose scratches elsewhere. Addiction sponge a quarter the holiday's in France drop a line from Eiffel carry the trifle to cock the rifle. There's drips of whimsy from beyond the ceiling on such a cloudy day. The Ox stays pale rider he stays calm abider. The eats are verdant pig ambrosia clover the weeds move sideways. The Goose noses its pick and lick and lies and squints his bona-fide eye. Up in the sky puppeteer sighs and cries, "These frolicking dummies fooling the tom it's a comedy of stumbles, trip wire's and fumbles as the ass cap swings on an alternate gate!" Feels just right eh. Knock the rock pace the dock up night clock, the Ox Goose and Cock. There's a trio you see in this field of glee. The Ox sleeps his head in the bush of his dullness and Kush his suggestion is so frank. The Goose pokes his snoz into gifts from Clause imagination's priest he's illusive geese. Then the Cock in his rubber frock pickin and eatin eve and eden's cretin. compact bullroar is this it I want more. Could there be four. She crocks that dial and a tear and a smile of surrender hits its gender the collection fosters remembrance. Darkness is a velvet actress mother before time the void sublime. She turns the sun and moon and in a velvet flux she devours and flowers the ever radical frost of time. The Ox, the Goose, the Cock a fleshy flock as the mock appropriation crouches in birthing affirmation.
The post card is cordial prayer someone's there astral fare. Now you see it now you don't the dream is only loant you see.

Fourteen Ego Maniacs-part ll ( "Post Card"  A poem written by Donald Stabler of Oxtraces Poetry)

Lyrics :
"The moon sucks up the moistness vibrating in the evening and covers itself with a delicate bloom.
The blue ploughshare of the crescent opened a furrow of lust;
The stars dance horny and milky; Shepherds' flutes try out a chord.
Everything flows and is lost drop by drop...Breathe ! The moon is tainted and my mind is incandescent !
Our Centaur, irritated by the vampire's flight, rears in the pride of escaping the night. 
I come to you with the red moon of April, with the warm summer storms, elusive and mysterious, triumphant and humble. 
And you beg for your servitude and the ethereal caress of my voice. And you praise my mineral beauty, as my feet splash in the fountain of your desire.
In the light of the candles, you inhale the fragrance of my obsessions.
Like a Byzantine idol, I strut on the tower, stiff and sparkling with ivory and gold, and dance to the musical ecstasy of our rhythmically beating hearts. Your desire caparisoned with pride cracks under the lascivious cadence of my venerated feet.
Dew, intrinsic ecstasy, O beautiful evanescent wave, I resolve like a discobolus around the persistence of time.
Like a horse annoyed by a buzzing bee, you vibrate and shake, and imprint your rhythm on my hips. You would like my apex, desire my lagoon. You leave my reef for my confluence.
Desire my desires, enjoy your confusion. Your pleasure ties you to the altar, helpless and craving. And you discover that you’re the sacrifice. 
And we sanctify our intimacy in the chemistry of our moans, in the harmony of our scents, in the immemorial language of our bodies. "

Obsessions #1 - Rainy Jazz

Gotta get up!!

The Earth Love

Garden Of Transformation (Remix 2024)

■概要(overview)
最近、部屋で線香を焚くのが大好きです。とても煙いです。
だからそんな感じの歌詞にしてみました(^^)
曲はいつもと変わり映えないですが(^^)
Lately, I love burning incense in my room.It's very smoky.
That's why I tried to make the lyrics like that (^^)
I guess the song is similar to the usual (^^)

■更新情報(Update)
2024.5.19：最後のところにギターを追加(人生は足し算だ！) / Added guitar at the end (life is about addition!)

■歌詞
日々は潸潸と流れて
好きなものも変わっていく
同じ景色を見ていたはずなのに

つながりを大切にして今を生きていくだけで
振り返ることもしなかったから

あなたは私を忘れているでしょ？
毎日の電話　LINEの返信
忘れているでしょ？

黒く重くて厄介なものが
こみ上げてきたわ
線香に火をつけた

白檀の煙
黙々と語りだして
私の心を鎮めてくれるわ・・


時の流れはいたづらに
花の色はうつりにけり
同じ景色を見ていたはずなのに

かわらない　夕焼けの空　どこかのお寺　鐘が鳴る
ため息のように　繰り返している

あなたは私を忘れているでしょ？
正直な話　私も同じよ
忘れていたのよ

黒く重くて厄介なものを
解明してくれない？
線香に火をつけた

白檀の煙
黙々と語りだして
最後はうやむやに消えてしまうわ・・


雄島に架かる橋　あなたがくれたこの線香
火をつけて　先に渡ったあなたに会いに行くわ

煙に問う　あの橋の向こう　何があるの？
鳴り響く鐘の音はいつになれば鳴り止むの？と

あなたは私を忘れているでしょ？

■lyrics
The days flow by in a hurry
What I like also changes
We should have been looking at the same scenery

Because I only cherished connections and lived in the present without looking back.

You forgot me, right?
Daily phone calls LINE replies
You forgot, right?

Something black, heavy, and troublesome
I'm welling up
lit the incense sticks

sandalwood smoke
Start speaking silently
It calms my heart...

I feel like time is passing in vain
The color of the flowers fades
We should have been looking at the same scenery

The unchanging sunset sky, the bell of a temple somewhere rings
repeating like a sigh

You forgot me, right?
To be honest, I am the same way.
I forgot.

About black, heavy and troublesome things
Could you please clarify the cause?
lit the incense sticks

sandalwood smoke
Start speaking silently
In the end, it just disappears...

Bridge over Oshima, this incense stick you gave me
I'll light a fire and go to meet you who crossed first.

I ask the smoke
"What's on the other side of that bridge?"
“When will the ringing bell stop ringing?”

You forgot me, right?

The other side of the bridge(橋の向こう側)

DEMON IN THE WOODS

For JSC IC Study #50 - 'Cherokee'
MüB Mieza (Seymour Duncan SH-2n Jazz pickup)
HX Stomp, 2i2, Logic
Studio B

JSC Study #50 - 'Cherokee' (day 5)- 6:18:24, 05.39

My dearest soundclouders,
welcome to my little collection of mainly unfinished demo songs and some songs of a former band in which played when I was still in school. These have been recorded about 30 years ago and then I was busy with everything else but music for about 3 decades. But there was always something missing so I started recording again in the winter of 23/24. All these recordings are far from being perfect but come deep from the heart. I appreciate your support and feedback and I enjoy listening to your music equally. Overwhelmed by so much talent  and dedication to be found here on this platform.

So I look forward to get/ stay in contact with all of you wonderful musicians out there. In peace and respect and dedication, yours, Andreas

So What (Miles Davis)

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