Waouh !! Paroles qui se croisent et se décroisent bien arrimées à leurs rimes et le tout sur une musique bien groove . Encore chapeau l'artiste ( un vrai ) 👌

Splendide! Très belle réalisation pleine d'élégance et de charme ! 👍🏻 👏 🎶

Très sympa et bravo pour la musicalité des paroles

Très bon ; Texte, groove, instru, un p'tit côté SG dans le timbre de la voix ?!, Bravo ! :)

Petit côté Gainsbourg ici  bravo classe !

Schindlers List

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2023 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
Paramour
Standing by
Please don’t cry

Nevermore
He won’t leave
It’s make believe 

You realize
In the storm

Evergreen
Someone new
Just for you
Make it count


Paramour

Plucking and combing through ideas, creating neverending daydreams -- is it artful, or just nonsense?
The imagination runs wild, for most of us; that of a young one runs even wilder.

A plethora of themes streak across this final tune from the first 9 songs of The Hungry Pyknic. Although many of the characters in the song are exclusive to the story (currently unfolding and being written as we speak) comprising Toxic Fever Dreams -- taking place in the mind of a young human being who doesn't quite understand the capabilities of their mental prowess or how to reign it in, whilst they are away from home -- the story concludes such themes pervading all of the songs. Until Toxic Fever Dreams, almost all of the songs' narratives remain inconclusive in their telling, but not their message. However, TFD succeeds in wrapping The Front Nine up in a blanket of surety, but only out of surfeit does this song vindicate disparate and urgent human qualities constantly in states of ebbing and flowing, degeneration and metamorphosis, ever-spinning and never really truly stopping for a moment's notice.
What should one notice? Just ask the Fishmen.


Lyrics:

Hey hey goldfish man
Where is the bright side?
Sonus is king and he's done
Done with his pride.
Drama has gone to sing for
Co-Captain John.
Rosalina DeMayo's song
Took far too long.

Paul says he is Love
This I just shove.
Together in itself
But my mind's on a shelf.
Ohh what a Tangled-up Iron Mountain
Tent I have been.
So much for Hamlet's scene.

Us dancing in The Brushes 
Better luck in the past.
A captain travels there in May
As the Fishmen say 'heyehey'.
I could come with me to the sea
Don't know why...
We all got just a little
A little bit high.

Speckles to sound,
But the Ominous Game can tell.
After the Fame nothing could 
Compare.
As I'm sitting here in
My White Plastic Chair,
I can hear the rain, hear the rain
Here the rain yell and swear.
Hear the rain yell and swear.

Ready to start again
Like Mister School.
Didn't know I Woke upon the
Right Side of the Bed.
Single in strength
Hey Sam, hello hello --
As Cyrus says:
"The Gunman is Here Right Now!"

Some things are better to come!
Some things I'm about to know!
I have her in my room:
Mary's in my room,
And Joe is in the rain.
Joe is in the rain
Joe is in the rain
Better watch whatcha say!

I don't see the Raven 
Anymore.
All I see is 
Castle Mountain Faces.
Hey man, hello hello
See the Spark, Shoot the Lark.
Joe and Mary, look at me
I'm the one you want to be!

This is My dream.
Welcome to My dream.
Oh Toxic Fever Dreams,
Set me Free!

Toxic Fever Dreams

Hello…….. so many goodbyes in this life, maybe more than hellos? But who’s counting? Not me. I was pondering about some of my more difficult goodbyes. Some happy, some sad, some angry, some glad… (OK there’s the chorus you won’t hear.) Ha. Another short song. For whatever reason, there are some goodbyes that are more difficult to live with than others. This song is about a particularly difficult goodbye. I’ll leave it at that. What about some of your goodbyes? How did they go? As far as the instruments I played on this song, I must say I do like noodling about on the recorder and also on mandolin. They are both instruments I can play without thinking much about notes, or technical musical matters… Although probably obvious to any recorder or mandolin player is the fact that I do not really know the particulars of the instruments yet…. And maybe never will, but it is sure fun nonetheless. In outdoor news, I watched a large flock of house sparrows swarm into the lilac hedgerow. They were so noisy, all of them chattering. I wondered what they were up to. Later, I heard some chickadees scolding. So I went to look for a cat behind the lilacs. Didn't see one, so I sat in my old chair on the porch listening to the sparrows. The chickadees were still annoyed, so I stood up. There was a fledgling goshawk sitting right there on the top beam of the old swingset facing the lilacs. All the sparrows were now quiet. So I walked over, and at first the hawk didn't see me. I was really close. The hawk finally turned its head to see me, then quickly swooped up and over the fence. All the sparrows quietly made a break for it. Gather the goshawk couldn't get at the sparrows when they were in the lilacs. I do see feather piles here and there as I walk around. I found the dynamics of survival so telling while the hawk and sparrows played cat and mouse. And the parallels to humans were uncanny. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Don't Want To Say Goodbye

Some blues for the afterlife...
From the album "Röckers" (2024)
Lyrics:
I've been drinking lightning caught in a bottle
Smoking smokestack lightning and tar
Tasting poisoned honey from the apiary
Watching documentaries
On the sex lives of Czars

I've been promised enlightenment along my path
Reading ancient manuscripts
The demise of empires
Stepping over the bodies of my rivals

If you're going to the afterlife
Yeah, you need to be tough
You need more guts
If you want to go far
I've got mine pickled in my canopic jar

Friends, never take the lowest asking price
When the subject is your human sacrifice
"Spirits, make yourselves seen!"

If you're going to the afterlife
You know that you need to be tough
You need more guts
If you want to go far
I've got mine pickled in my canopic jar

Canopic Jar

℗ © Copyright 2024 Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic.
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (capo 3rd fret)
Photography:
Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
SONG NOTES AND LYRICS:
Let the rain come down 
Take this river to the sea
Let the rain come down
Take this river to the sea
Way out here
Just the rain and the river and me

Let the rain come down 
The things this old river has seen 
Let the rain come down 
The things this old river has seen
Way out here
It’s just the rain and the river me

From the top of this hill 
How this river flows
Doing what a river does 
What a river knows 
Let the rain come down 
Take the river where the river goes 

Let the rain come down 
What will be will be 
Let the rain come down 
What will be will be 
Way out here
Just the rain and the river and me

The Rain and The River and Me

01 Hors - Champ

Aede Aide Moi
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Ma muse s’amuse, elle use de ses pouvoirs,
Elle ruse abuse et m’use

Otant l’printemps des chants de ses semoirs,
Jouant du vent un semblant

Oh oh oh Oh oh oh

Muse-hic lyrique elle « skip » tous ses devoirs
Muse-chic s’applique, cela pique

Changement de temps laissant tous mes vers choir
Gisant béant un grand blanc

Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
Aede Aide Moi

Cette muse m’amuse, diffuse tout son savoir
J’abuse médusée elle s’use

Offrant l’encens du chant de son miroir
D’avance s’élance sans prudence

Oh oh oh Oh oh oh

Muse-tic mystique, enigmatique encensoir
Sadique tactique je quitte

Pam padam Pam pam padam
Pam padam pam pam

Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
Aede Aide Moi

Ah…. Ah…. Oh…. Oh….

Ma muse s’amuse (pam padam pam pam padam)
Cette muse m’amuse (pam padam pam pam padam)
La muse abuse (pam padam pam pam padam)
Cette muse m’use (pam padam pam pam padam)

Aede Aide moi
Aede

Aede Aide moi
Aede !

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Voix, guitare, basse: aDom
Batterie: Ad
Mixage: Fabrice
Paroles/Musique: aDom

Aede Aide Moi

This my first ever song with lyrics. 
The piano version of this song is at 
https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-new-years-queue-piano-miniature
Check out my other music here: https:\\konrad-spittelberg.carrd.co

In the New Year's Queue

On a crisp and sunny morning, I step inside the market hall
Buying treats and sparkling wine, for our New Years party at night fall
My thoughts are drifting to the evening, dreaming of a joyful night
I dream of dance, of friends of fancy fashion– tonight is gonna feel allright

And then arrive at the counter - no, that's euphemistic to say
‘cause the end of the line is 20 meters away
Patience tested but my pulse still stays rested
I glance at my watch, just sufficient time still at hand
But if I get delayed, my day won't go as I planned
“Come on, why can’t you just move along?”

An elderly 
-- couple decides that they want to get 
--rid of all their coupons
They search their bags with amazing endurance - it’s a geriatric marathon
They turn each leaflet individually – is it still good?
I feel the pressure slowly rising under my hood
 
why do I have to waste my time in line - what's the deal?
how did I end up here - I must attest -- this gets a surreal feel
Every minute feels like hours, I’ve got to  go
Stuck in this snail trail that is creeping so slow

--- A man wants to pay 
his whole purchase with coins and he counts them with intricate care 
--- But then he mixes them up 
and so the count repeats again, 
--- as the line waits in ever increasing despair
his fingers start to tremble even more 
as he tries to build piles
 --- if it were for me
I would strongly support a law 
That would put this guy  into eternal exile

 Clench my fists till they’re white
Try to resist the anger that is building up inside of me
Hormones storming, my vision forming a tunnel
That is filled to the top with a bloody red sea
I must confess, it was no clever plan
To use my cart, As a battering ram
First it caused a shopping cart traffic jam
And then the first blow started to hit  into my belly

You will understand that I needed to defend my stand
Fists were flying there were children crying I did not care
Rage was holding me in its clutch
My composure breaking, this was getting too much
As I went down under kicks and blows


And the last thing that I’m able to recall
I was smashed against a wall
It nearly  broke  my skull
Conciousness waved politely bye bye 

I woke up the following day in a hospital
the bruises were not really critical
but my enthusiasm for this new year had faded to null

Around next Christmas, 
I'll mind my own business
And leave all the parties behind 
And will try  …
… to unwind

The New Year's Queue (Piano Poetry)

A song for Christmas. 
Nadia joins me on lovely backing vocals. https://soundcloud.com/nadiaselvaggi 
We are reducing our carbon emissions by recycling and reusing my nylon string guitar behind the song : ) This is therefore a companion piece to Nadia's 'At Christmastime' https://soundcloud.com/nadiaselvaggi/at-christmas-time-by-garddwr-porffor-nadia-selvaggi

Christmas Song

It's that time of year again
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The whole world seems to be a mess
What can we do to relieve our distress
Will our mistakes forever last
Is nothing possible because of the past

This world has been here for a billion years (give or take a few billion)
Each year it starts again with no arrears
It doesn't look back and think it's wrong
Each day begins with light and birdsong

Nature teaches us that life's an evolution
We should follow it's path to find our solution
Each year the buds break and start anew
Could you forgive me and I forgive you?

live and let live
forget and forgive 

Photo by Guillermo Casales on Unsplash 


Christmas Song (with Nadia)

Montage et photographies : 
© 2024, Chartrand Saint-Louis
Lien vers la vidéo : https://youtu.be/q9Ncf8EWfp0

Musique :
© 2024, duo piano-guitare, titre : "Florilège", par Chartrand Saint-Louis et Albert, 2:48 min.

Florilège

"Florilège", par Chartrand Saint-Louis et Albert; Mixage, rév. et sono. par Albert [lien vidéo]

New start after finishing SC and Spotify Album - Eccentricity so Beautiful.
This title jumped off a page and lately in the live act we've been doing some 80s songs: I think that influenced the approach here.
 
Decarbonizing Aviation
Decarbonizing Aviation
 
It’s a new concsiousness
Vapor trails gone West
Sometimes you got to make a change
To keep love on forever’s path
Your shaking trees are exhausting me
Better a sundown heart to heart
 
Decarbonizing Aviation – night swimming and seeing it spark
Decarbonizing Aviation – going steady yeah not too fast
 
Glaciers and shrinking
Habitats and mourning
Can we glide the plane back home
Gotta give up on bad bad stuff
Seven days of denial nights
I think we know that enough’s enough

Decarbonising Aviation

Cast of characters:

Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – Takamine acoustic and Gibson Les Paul electric guitar, composition, lyrics, mix, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – jaw harp and vocals     
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- Yamaha Genos 2 for voices that include bagpipes, Celtic flute, and Hammond B3, along with the bagpipe and "off with her head" outro
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– production, mix, and mastering
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – four string Fender Precision bass

This song started as a rough recorded by Tez on his acoustic and electric guitars. He also wrote the lyrics right off the bat, and introduced them to the rest of The Eclectic Collective by singing them as a rough, too. His vision for this was to create a song that sounded like it could've been recorded at Headly Grange. He also wanted it to feature instruments that wouldn't sound out of entirely out of place in Feudal Age Britain (between 1000-1600 C.E.) to carry the spirit of his lyrics.

  Tez always writes songs that are fun to learn and have cool changes, so the we all jumped in with both feet. Ken was first up with his Bonham like big, bad beat. To that, Josh added his P-bass, which he used a plectrum on, something he rarely does, trying to sound like JPJ to match his Ken's energy. JJ came along next, adding his colorful mix of raucous organ, time period relevant Celtic flute, and outro bagpipes. He did the entire outro, in fact, including the "off with her head," line, too. 

  Once the music was all laid down, Tez tapped Mark to sing the humorous lyrics. Mark came through with flying colors on the vocal performance, as always, too. Mark also added the textural, boingy-sounding jaw harp in the chorus sections.

  Now that it was all in the can, we asked Stephen to do the final mix and mastering, along with some of his typically brilliant production. It should be noted, though, that Mark also contributed significantly to the production, too, with his masterful editing skills.

  This was a really fun tune to put together, as we always have fun working on Tez's seeds. We hope you enjoy listening to this a much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Llanpsych:
Verse 1
Working in the fields
All summer long
Glowing like the sun
Oh so fit and strong 
Feudal Woman
I like the way you move
Feudal Woman
I want to plough your groove
Verse 2
Loving in the dusk
Lying in the hay
Drinking hot cider
Till the end of the day 
Feudal Woman
I like the way you move
Feudal Woman
I want to plough your groove

Feudal Woman Blues (The Eclectic Collective)

“It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I’d known, maybe I’d have kept tighter hold of them, and not let unseen tides pull us apart.”

Never Let Me Go

I've always believed that this song would sound much better if it was sang as a male/female duet.

I asked Debbie if she would like to join me on the song and I was very happy when she said yes.

She did a marvellous job and added that extra dimension to the song that I always thought was missing.

Watch the video here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=111kVlpZGfA

Hope you like it.

There’s a girl sits all alone
In her world she calls her own
She cries at night cos he has gone

There’s a boy sitting in his car
Sad brown eyes staring out afar
The jukebox plays their favourite song

Chorus

They should be together
Instead of apart
They are one body
They share one heart
It seems so senseless
It went too far
She was his woman
He was her man

Solo

What’s the story, why is it so
Why it happened no one knows 
Don’t be foolish,  give her a call

Chorus x 2 

She was his woman – He was her man

Aede Aide Moi

aDom

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