Name: Alchemist by Adrian Iosof
Duration: 2 min 54 s
Description: This is a track I've created 5 years ago using the IPad Garage band. It was lost somewhere in my computer when I transferred it from IPad to Mac. Luckily I found the ma4 file and remastered it with Ozone 9. It was fun to hear it again even the mixing is not great. I hope you will enjoy the uplifting atmosphere and like it.

absolutely love the tasteful arrangement, groove & ambience!

B-Lush Green Leaves

A tale from the present and from the past, a conversation between a man and his father, across distance and time. A connection, a long-ago promise made, perhaps forgotten, finally kept.

Song Finn & Phil

Hey Dad

This is a track I've created 5 years ago using the IPad Garage band. It was lost somewhere in my computer when I transferred it from IPad to Mac. Luckily I found the ma4 file and remastered it with Ozone 9. It was fun to hear it again even the mixing is not great. I hope you will enjoy the uplifting atmosphere and like it.

Alchemist

bizarrely awesome song about a beautiful day. code name Ronald Goddamn Chase. I had no choice on this one, it came from the overlord.🗿 it's super positive and has a some kickass raw stuff. brace yourself.

🤘🤡🤘
love, ronald 
xoxo

ronald goddamn chase - raw songwriting track

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

TWICE AROUND THE MOON words and music Doug Roossien 3-24-2023
Those moments 
Between Breathing
When you catch your soul
Walking twice around the moon 

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, you can’t control …(So many tears)
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 

That moment 
Life stops turning. 
When you realize 
Life’ll  never be the same.

That moment 
All hope is burning. 
You stand and watch a fire. 
You can’t control. 
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold.
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

………………………………………………………… ( bridge)
…………………………………………………………………….(music)
Those moments 

Those moments  
Between Breathing 
Where you walk your soul
Twice around the moon.

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, they can’t control.  
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

Those moments  
You stop deceiving. 
and you catch your soul.
Walking twice around the moon 
Twice around the moon, Moments … You walk …Twice around the moon .

TWICE AROUND THE MOON (original)

Musings on mortality.


I hear that countdown clock ticking
Remaining time is flying by
I'm still alive and kicking
But there are dark clouds in the sky

We thought that we'd be young forever
The sun is always in the sky
Our spirits light as a feather
The rules of life do not apply

Hold on the line
Hold on the lifeline

The best part is behind us
Our race is almost run
Failing bodies remind us
Soon we'll be undone

Hold on the lin
Hold on the lifeline

Hold On The Line

Foratroca

Ballade  lucido -nostalgique.  Toujours avec des conditions d’enregistrement rudimentaires.  À vous de juger

Voici le texte :

Les vieilles histoires

On reparle de hier autour d’une deux trois bières, 
on a bien conscience que tout ça c’est loin derrière 
Dans nos regards on s’y voit  tous les yeux dans l’univers 

Par les champs, sur les chemins, lancés sur orbite 
Chacun son rôle, ses rêves, roulant bien trop vite 
Ancrés dans nos présent, n’attendant rien, et tout de la vie qui vient 

L’innocence n’est plus  x3
Que de biens vieilles histoires 

On fonçait sans regarder, sans trembler, comme de vrais terreurs 
La vie n’était que jeux, les dés passe encore, jetés
Les journées passaient, et nous toujours joueur, à rire de se faire, peur

L’innocence n’est plus  x3
Que de bien vieilles histoires 

Quand je regarde les nouveaux, je les vois, et je crois qu’encore plus tôt,  ils déchantent
Nous avons réussi l’exploit, de détruire ce que signifiait, l’espérance 

Le regard amer ,cassé après plus d’une ,deux trois bières 
Le visage marqué, tout comme l’esprit déboussolé 
Nous rêvons tous de savoir comment tout refaire .

les vieilles histoires

viel zu weit weg

ATRIUM .

Hi,
I am an engineer that is in love with music and a fan of the 70th progressive rock and electronic music.
Thank you all for listening !

Alchemist

Adrian Iosof

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