The title and middle chorus (the only lyrics in the song) came from the fact that after recording, i felt it needed another section, like a bridge, but got too lazy to find something to fit. Thus the line “I can’t find the bridge to New Funk City”. 

Still can’t find it.   ;O)

This can probably be considered the 3rd in a trilogy of tracks created almost entirely with short loops and sound samples in Garageband ('Dark Roast', and 'Sneaky Reggae' are the other 2). My part, besides the vocals and a bit of organ, clavinet playing, and drum fills, is arranging the pieces together into this song. Pretty fun experimenting this way.

***Warning: your toezies might get sore from all the tapping they’ll be doing.


lyrics / chorus:
"Everybody tells me I got to go
but I can't find the bridge to New Funk City"


All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve. :)

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Mark's Album (post-2020)

New Funk City (where’s da bridge at?)

(letting out some adrenalin) 
I was into a little heavy stuff this time... Keep your hands on the wheel and drive safely
music and compositon Torbjørn october 24

keep your hands on the wheel

  A woman plays a flute on the beach with a view of the sea and my longing for the unknown distance goes with it.

Eine Frau spielt eine Querflöte am Strand mit dem Blick zum Meer und meine Sehnsucht zu der unbekannten Ferne geht mit.

View to the Sea

lyrics

Show me what's above and between
The real things
The real things
Mind's been in the clouds but the people
The people they wait, they wait
The reaction in your eyes it tells me
Tells me to feel
Tells me to feel

These are real things
Yeah they're real things
Show me what's above and between
The real things
The real things

Close the door that I still see through
I'm going in for the kill
In for the kill
Silver skies but it is night time
Show me something real
Something real
The reaction in your eyes it tells me
Tells me to feel
Tells me to feel

Ah the real things
These are the real things
the real things

Patterned colors lead a path to my front door
To my front door
I stare at the metal pythons while their evidence bleeds
Their evidence bleeds

up to here

Real Things

FLIGHT PLAN  2-

'release' 
photo: Gems

Baby, please, will you come accompany me 
to the beach? Let's have ourselves a little scene.
We're free. In need. Let's take some golden teachers and weed,
my guitar and a backpack full of beers. Release.
You. Me. The sand. The sun. The sea and the breeze.
My, we've found a way from underneath 
all the pressures of this life and found peace.
Please, oh, please, stay with me and never leave. 

But as the sun begins to recede over the horizon I fear
tomorrow and the shit it may bring. Thoughts I've tried to make disappear. 
So I'll sit here, strum out and I'll sing until this negativity's clear.
And watch the sunset with my sweetie sittin' near. She's so sincere 

and sweet. Baby, shall we begin our retreat
to our sheets, now that daylight is bleak?
Don't speak. Meet me in a place that's deep
where we can share a love that's so unique. 

And when I wake with you next to me, I know I'll have nothing to fear.
You set my heart and mind, both, at ease each and every time that you're near.
Together we'll find eternal peace.
Into ourselves, disappear.
Perhaps, 'til one of us is deceased.
Then what? Rearview mirror?


release

Africana Brass

Passion.

Passion is the fifth album made by Henry Guy. The album mainly represents the concept that, over time, we lose interest and passion for things we used to love. Passion is an honest exploration of growth, change, and the nuanced experience of losing interest in what once defined you. 

Please do not distribute these tracks without my own permission. These are independently produced entirely by me and all copyright belongs to Henry Guy. 

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Swik, CRÈME - goodbye - slowed + reverb

arranging stones into a circle

Piano composition by Anibal Seminara 
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View to the Sea

Areh