Name: "Wizytacja Z Kosmosu" by Adam Majdecki-Janicki
Duration: 3 min 49 s
Description: https://herbyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/adam-majdecki-janicki

Fabulous! I love this soundscape, Adam! You lined up everything just right & turned it into a beautiful outerspace experience! Merry belated Christmas & wishing you the best things to come in 2024!  😎😎🙌🏻🤗🖖🏻 It all seems like one is floating amongst the stars!

Fantastic!  I love the sounds and frequencies.  It’s really exciting to come across this work! 🕷️🛸🛸🛸🛸🛸

Date de publication: 18/06/2023
Version complète ici: https://soundcloud.com/canm/supernatural-feat-snowflake

Musique, arrangements, claviers, mixage, mastering: Cyril MENDEZ

Guitare Electrique: Erik DARMOISE @darmoise-project-sound

Claviers utilisés en plus des VST:
Roland JV90 (Pads)
Roland Jupiter XM (Synthé Bass Arpeggiator)

© Cyril MENDEZ 2022, All Rights Reserved.

Supernatural Version Instrumentale (with Erik DARMOISE Guitars)

Funk is not a tried and true genre for us... and this track, though funky in feel is pretty sugary in the vocal... hopefully not too sweet though!
Hope you enjoy :)
I wrote this for my husband - while he was looking for his estranged daughter and trying to connect and make everything ok again. 
It would also do perfectly as an upbeat torch song for girlfriends :)

The Girl that Ran

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
_________
Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

Halloween Tune

Well, my body was aching, all the time
Well, my body was shaking, all down the line
The desert heat was burning me up
The rattle snakes were fine
So it comes to this 
Every single time

Will you be mine?
Or are you fine?

Is your life sublime?
Or is it time?

The train comes chugging past
It's never on time
The rain never lasts
The soil is dying
Just like our relationship
But not for want of trying
Never underestimate
Your other half's lying


355. will you be mine (harding).mp3

Auteur : Ze Scott (https://soundcloud.com/jerome-scotto-di-vettimo)
Compositeur  : Bribinvoile (https://soundcloud.com/bribinvoile)

Auteur de l'illustration : Harrison Haines ( httpswww.pexels.comfr-frphotosilhouette-d-arbres-3536506)

Paroles:

Un autre jour à attendre la nuit
Quelqu’un déjà comme moi saisit l’occasion d’un  répit
Le nez en l’air sans se retourner ne semblant pas surpris
Il me dit

A l’envers du décor
Tant de calme me rend plus fort   
Car la nuit quand je sors
L’oeil ouvert, moi je rêve encore  

Au rythme des étoiles la tête ailleurs			
De nouveaux apôtres nous frôlent comme en apesanteur
Le tumulte au loin BFM éteint on partage dans la lueur
La même pâleur

Puisqu’ à l’envers du décor
Tant de calme nous rend plus forts
Car la nuit quand on sort
L’oeil ouvert nous on rêve encore

Encore

La Ronde Sous Les Cieux  (Bribinvoile / Ze Scott)

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/YWZ6mJ3_cTs?si=B8e_sIGEH3fk3F31

A remix concept born out of utmost love and respect for the artist and original track 
Original version from ACO’s amazing “Irony” album released in 2003.
https://www.discogs.com/release/4669906-ACO-Irony

ACO - Lang [Mood Exhibit Fervid Mix]

https://herbyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/adam-majdecki-janicki

"Wizytacja Z Kosmosu"

Atmospheric experimental album in the ambient genre, describing the process of overcoming obstacles and fears on the path of life

Trying To Sleep

I composed this piece with the image of a swing in a rainy park.

In the park

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitars played: Rhythm - Taylor T5 (Koa Top); Lead - Morris Nylon String 

It's been good fun recording this song, which I started to write some years ago, sitting in a beautiful cafe in a wonderful town square in France.  Hope you like it!
LYRICS:
Behind her cool sunglasses and her long dark hair
No one sees the colour of her eyes
At her table in the corner of the cafe on the square
She watches the world go by

And he just longs to know her
As she comes to the cafe every day
But when he takes her coffee to her table
He can never find the words to say

Behind her cool sunglasses and her long dark hair
As the world goes walking by
From her table in the corner of the cafe on the square
She keeps him in the corner of her eye

And she just longs to know him
As he waits on her table every day
But when he brings her coffee to her table
She can never find the words to say

She raises her sunglasses to the top of her head
Holding back her long dark hair
At her table in the corner of the cafe in the square 
She looks up from her chair

As he brings her coffee to her table 
Just as does every day
His eyes meet hers for the very first time
No need for any words to say

Cafe On The Square

Just a mad Polish psychedelic sound scientist.

Also known as @ajkaufmann and @fairyportconvent
Active across the years as / in / founding member of Strange World, Die Rote Erde, Sauer Adler, Doctor Cosmonaut, Gita Ra, Cybernetic Spin, The Yellow Blackness, Tall Yodas, Brain Load, Psychedelic Mayhem, Bezkwit...

Vinyl LP, "Adam Majdecki-Janicki", out now on Herby Records.
New album, "Klanglandschaft-Fabrik", out now on Snow in Water Records.
New work "Zoneout" (Off), coming November 2024.

"What are you gonna play here? Psychedelic rock? Pink elephant music?"

Adam Majdecki-Janicki is a multitalented Polish artist with a penchant for creating mind-bending musical landscapes. His music is a captivating fusion of psychedelic rock, experimental sounds, and poetic lyricism, taking listeners on a journey through a kaleidoscope of emotions. With his DIY ethos and unwavering passion for music, he is a force to be reckoned with in the underground music scene.

Releases on Nebular Silence, Superspace Records, Engram Recordings, Illuminated Paths, Silent Method Records, Snow in Water Records, Father and Son Records and Tapes, attenuation circuit, Anticipating Nowhere Records, Fifth Section Records, nostalgie de la boue, Muteant Sounds (net label), Veinte 33 Records, Boiled Angel Records, Herby Records, Argali Records Netlabel...

"Wizytacja Z Kosmosu"

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