It’s all around
Daylight breaks on frozen ground
And I've never told you
How good it feels to grow old with you

The night is cold and hard as steel
But you and I will never feel
The silent night the shivering morning
This burning ember heats our home

Its all above
An icy wind. A burning sun
And I’ve never told you
How good it feels to come home to you

The night is ours. It’s short but sweet 
And desperate hours before the week
A daily grind a cold design
This burning ember heats our home

So cry out
What's wrong with the world?
Why can’t they see
Things like you and me?

It’s all around
Daylight breaks on golden ground
Have I ever told you
How good it feels to have grown old with you?

The night is hard and cold as steel 
But you and i will never feel
The hardened heart, the cold of shoulder
This burning ember heats our home

It's All Around

Hey, glad you dropped by. The New Year is upon us. I wish you a happy year ahead. Yet wishes are as fickle as hopes and dreams, which often conjure up nothing more than a brief feel good moment. I hear people nearby celebrating, as if nothing is wrong in their world, while others are fighting for their very lives, at war, or surviving as best they can in extreme and difficult situations. Those disparities has always haunted me… All I need to do is reflect back to see my own trajectory, much like a shooting star burning through the night sky. So what will the new year bring? This will be my 67th new year, so as you might have guessed, I am somewhat jaded when it comes to the anticipation of living in a better world. What I do have is this simple notion that all of us are moving through time together. In a very real sense, we are time travelers. And yet as time leaps forward, say in a hundred years from now, nearly everyone alive in this moment will have ended their journey, save for a few centenarians. Those tough souls will linger on. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life for what it is, but also realize the its fragility. Maybe these maudlin thoughts have influenced this first song of the new year, maybe not. This song is a loosely woven lyrical tapestry of traveling, living in the moment, having a home, lost love, and stargazing. These days, I am not much of a traveler, as far as geography goes. I haven’t been out of the county here for quite some time. Some find that shocking. Others find it sad. I find it to be wonderfully grounding. There are places I’d like to go, but I find I can be wowed by the world right here in the now. In a sense, my daydreams of traveling contain a timeless place. Yet, places do change over time. I did not grow up in this place, and have struggled to make it my home. When I do venture out, I often find the last leg of the journey back home to be the most difficult. It is as if the journey to one place ends, and another journey back begins, even though in essence, it is the same journey. And no matter where I go, I always look up at the stars. They remind me of the places I have been, and the people I have known. Some have left an indelible mark on me. I sometimes want to travel back to see them, but then realize the improbabilities of doing so. Like places, those circumstances have changed. It is then, I take a deep breath, or sometimes sigh, and head back inside my home. Mark

Lammbone's Album

Home

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

An instrumental track created using layers of Guitars all played on my self built ‘Partscaster’, with Bass, Drums, Percussion and Choir.

© 2023 Dairv Dubbleyew

The Last Frost of Winter

ON PARLE DE NOUS

ON PARLE DE NOUS (Chanson Française)

High on Eagles wings.  Ft. Lioness Pinky🇯🇲

Seagull magically touches with symphonic splendor Peter's erudite songwriting, singing, and playing, but still remains deeply personal as Father Time is personified.
Lyrics:
Did you commence, at once, or have you always ever been
And will your pounding heartbeat ever cease?
Are you a sense, or force, or something other in between?
Simply ticking down to each and every last release?
Is your pulse rate constant in this exponential universe?
Or does my biology speed the tempo of your rhyme?
Why are the lifespans of your subjects so potentially diverse?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Is your mission merely measure, or are you yourself the cause
Of evolution and decay of matter's elementary doom?
Are you the seemly pressure on the future's pending pause
Ethereally benign or other natural force subsume?
Can you shift like rays in prisms, temporal rainbows to behold
Are you the cause of age or do you simply count it's lines
Is your rounded face imprisoned in a cell numbered twelvefold
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

At terminal expansion of our present universe
For its destined re-contraction to begin
Will your hands slow to a halt then slip into reverse
Or count us down in forward time back to our origin?
Will the ultimate compaction trigger seasonal adjust
Predicate upon your base the final great rewind?
Then will you recommence or revert back to gently ticking dust?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Old Father Time (Peter, Seagull, Dan-t)

Behaviours are so important going forward. Going to have to be some selfless work from everyone - be exemplary. 

Exemplary

We look out the window and we see it’s our turn
We want to, we need to
The river is rising and grass is burnt
It’s a headache, it’s a heart ache
So we’re walking through the streets so purposefully
We’re marching, some are running
We’re shoveling sand, we’re hosing the land
We’re a commune, to the rescue

Ba da ba da - We’re exemplary
Ba da ba da - We’re exemplary

Children are leaving their classes in droves
They’re frightened and enlightened
They’ve worked it all out, they actually know
They can see it, they’re not stupid
It’s everywhere they look, vapid posturing
It’s so obvious, it’s so odious
It’s all about ownership and total control
They detest it, they reject it

Ba da ba da - They’re exemplary

Mother and daughter father and son
By the 60s we could be gypsies
Everyone a nomad everywhere a land grab
Fight it – be united
Ba da ba da - Be exemplary

EXEMPLARY

This is a song for Mary. 🎵 It's a song about living in the beauty of the present moment and conquering the inner demons that haunt our minds. 🔥 Letting go of old beliefs and embracing magical adventures. 🌟✨

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I start to feel
The spirit rhyme
You come to heal
Always sublime

I learned to hear
The flowers grow
To disappear
Along the road
You don't compare
You calm my soul
You take me there
Down the rabbit hole

Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
All the demons are imaginary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
All the demons were imaginary

And our world
Condemned by their rules
With their madness
No one is a fool
Only with sadness.
And opening eyes
Like sand in their clocks.
We still improvise

The NOW WON in the Mary land of wonder
No future, no past, no drama, melodrama,
Enjoying the real view of going under
In the Mary, Mary land of wonder.

A warrior plays along
With peace, inside the soul
And there's nothing wrong:
With no flags and no time
No needs, no borders
No space and no rhyme
No system disorders
No stars under the sun

Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
All the demons are imaginary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
All the demons were imaginary

Instrumental

The NOW WON in the Mary land of wonder
No future, no past, no drama, melodrama,
Enjoying the real view of going under
In the Mary, Mary land of wonder.

Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
All the demons were imaginary

Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
All the demons are imaginary

And the demons, they ain't living in the mirror


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Lyrics, Vocals & Drums by @melakki
Bass Guitar, Synthesizers & Artwork by @boolapp-goro
Mix & Master by 2:45
Recorded & Published by 2:45

Mary

Come And Go As You Please

Music by Shelby Bryant
Words by Shel Silverstein

Adam Bomb

Rock 'n' Roll Band (Shelby Bryant/Shel Silverstein)

Baby of the 80s, teen of the 90s, obsessed with the 60s and 70s; an FM wannabe in a Youtube world. I guess I just wasn't made for these times. I like songwriting in the Gershwin, Tin Pan Alley, Lennon/McCartney tradition. I prefer records to singles. I prefer three minutes to ten.

According to my mama, I was whistling before I learned to talk. I played organ in the Memphis garage rock scene between 2000 and 2016. I've done a lot of studio work, adding keys to records by songwriters that I really admire.

I'm now focused on recording my own songs. I have a minimal home recording set up with a laptop, microphones, cheap guitars, drums, piano, and a grab bag of other toys. All my lyrics rhyme with the truth, or at least I think they do. 

Life is short and there are more good songs then there are raindrops. Which is to say: thank you very much for lending me your ears.

Rock 'n' roll is dead, long live rock 'n' roll.
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A few of my influences, in no particular order, are:

Sly and the Family Stone 
The Mamas and Papas
Beck
Big Star
The Beach Boys
The Beatles
Smokey Robinson 
Bob Dylan
Buddy Holly
Jack Oblivian
James Brown
Beaulah
Elliot Smith
Hank Williams
Otis Redding
Steve Martin
10CC
Joe Jackson
Frank Ocean
Billie Holiday
Dave Fridman
Joni Mitchell
Tyler, The Creator
The Dirt Bombs
The Cocteau Twins
George Gershwin
Ben Folds
Cornelius
Bjork
Donny Hathaway
The Drifters
Ennio Morricone
Moby Grape
Prince
The Breeders
The Monkees 
Caetano Veloso
Kendrick Lamar
Nina Simone
Pink Floyd
Waylon Jennings
Del Shannon
Booker T and the MG's 
Mott the Hoople
Grandaddy
The Hombres
Philip Glass
Huey Lewis
My Bloody Valentine
David Bowie
David Byrne 
The Pixies
Thin Lizzy
The Clash
Broadcast
Willie Mitchell
Billy Joel
Wilco
Cat Power
Pusha T
Blonde Redhead
Os Mutantes
Al Green
The Kinks
The Animals
Spiritualized
The Zombies
Carol Kaye
Them
Led Zeppelin
The Beta Band
Loudon Wainwright
Leadbelly
Lou Reed
Tom Petty
Tom Waits
Shuggie Otis
The Impressions
Weird Al
Van Dyke Parks
Roy Orbison
Nino Rota
Jack White
Don Covay
Sir Douglas Quintet
Chet Baker
Chicago
Buffy Sainte Marie
Miles Davis
Elvis Costello
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Harlan T Bobo
Nick Lowe
Earth Wind and Fire
Chopin
William S Burroughs
Nina Simone
Ray Charles
Ravel
Electric Light Orchestra
M.O.T.O.
Steely Dan
Willie Nelson
Phish
Charles Mingus
The Grateful Dead
The Cars
Lee Hazelwood
REM
The Replacements
Pavement
Kurt Cobain
Isaac Hayes
Jerry Lee Lewis
Ike & Tina
The Vaselines
Lenoard Cohen
Gilberto Gil 
Air
Alejandro Escovedo
Fats Domino
Little Richard
Buddy Holly
The Flaming Lips
The Flaming Groovies
Janis Jolpin
Scott Joplin
John Coltrane
Willie Nelson
Todd Rundgren
They MIght Be Giants 
The Drifters
The Coasters 
Django
Marvin Gaye
Belle and Sebastian
The Delgados
Animal Collective
Curtis Mayfiled
Harry Nilsson
Warren Zevon
Steve Miller
Randy Newman
Carole King
The Isley Brothers
JJ Cale
Nat King Cole
Frank Zappa
The Rolling Stones
The Compulsive Gamblers
Greg Cartwright
The Reigning Sound
Jeff Pope
Penguin Cafe Orchestra
Dr. John
Ray Manzarek
Paul Simon
Dan Penn
The Byrds
Badfinger
The Band
Stephen Sondheim
Andrew Lloyd Weber
Stephen Schwartz
The Police
Richard Thompson
Dean Martin
Chuck Berry
Syd Barrett
Rita Lee
Gal Costa
The Specials
2 Pac
Weezer
Squeeze
The Violent Femmes
Wanda Jackson
The Andrew Sisters
The Memphis Horns
The Memphis Jug Band
The Oblivians 
Cole Porter 
Johnny Mercer
Black Sheep
Harold Arlen
The Everly Borthers
The Faces
Neil Young
Charlie Rich
Oscar Peterson
Stevie Wonder
Phineas Newborn
M. Ward
The Lyres
The Troggs
The Velvet Underground
Funkadelic
Donovan
The Doors
Meat Puppets
Brian Eno
The Hollies
Radiohead
Frank Sinatra
? and the Mysterians
Tommy James
Madness
The Seeds 
The Lovin' Spoonful
Carl Perkins
Howlin' Wolf
The 13th Floor Elevators
Yo La Tengo
Love
A Giant Dog
Sparks
Courtney Barnett
Kate Tempest
T. Rex
Outkast
Irving Berlin
The Who
The Searchers
Fleetwood Mac
Allen Toussaint

…and a few others

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