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Copy of The Approaching Storm

LifeInMono(GreatExpectationsSoundtrackCover)

Live Reflexion#015

I wish you a very happy new year and mostly I wish that all those bully leaders, dictators and political parasite such as Mister N, Mister P, Mister T, etc. will be dismissed in 2025.

Music: Syrel

2024 ---> 2025

Divided we fall -分断されて私たちは落ちる (dub version) - Kinelle Man and Me Coolaboration

Dedicated to my  Friend Carl of The Beautiful Dark here on soundcloud. We were discussing old tracks and he said he has a man drawer full of old demos. I found this one the other day..   I did manage to tweak it in garageband.

 life is good

Lyrics
copyright Bill Liggett 19..long time ago.. back when I was in a good mood..

come monday morning I’m on vacation
and if I don’t return your call
I left my phone in the kitchen
leave a message with you bitchin and complain
all day long

but rest assured now.. I’m feeling guilty
and it is with a heavy heart
that I recline with my ray bans
freeing up my hands to raise my glass
heres to you

I know the rent is due on tuesday
I can hear the landlord sayin
Where is that rat
she’ll have to wait and hold her horses
cause Im on vacation
on vacation..thats where I’m at

I must remember to send a postcard
oh how I wish that you were here
but now its time for my nap
and I forgot to give a crap about obligations
and pressing affairs

I know the rent is due on tuesday
I can hear the landlord sayin
Where is that rat
she’ll have to wait and hold her horses
cause Im on vacation
on vacation..thats where I’m at

On Vacation

This is the Norwegian version of my original, See Me

Lyrics/ Vocal by me
Music made in GarageBand

English version with English lyrics:
Listen to See Me  (Original) by Janne Hennie on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/2Ux87ioBRt9TBok4A

Norwegian Lyrics:

Æ e som en båt utpå et tåkefullt hav
Seile avsted...
E fortapt med fri
Ikkje hold mæ igjen
Æ treng å seile for mæ sjøl
Kanskje kan æ finne ei trygg havn der ute...

Men se mæ
Kan du se mæ
Æ står og vinke til dæ...
Hør mæ 
kan du høre mæ
Når æ rope på dæ...

Leite etter svaran til de spørsmåla æ har...
Tåka vil forsvinne og æ vil se land igjen

Men se mæ
Kan du se mæ
Æ står og vinke til dæ...
Hør mæ
Kan du høre mæ
Når æ rope på dæ...

Ikkje hold mæ igjen
Æ treng å seile for mæ sjøl....
Tåka vil forsvinne 
Og æ vil se land igjen.....

Se Mæ (Original, Norwegian version of see Me)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Let's go to the beach there's nothing else to say 🤩

A Due Act

Let's Go To The Beach

surreal anomaly

Surreal Anomaly

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts and artwork picture 

Hi Friends!
This is the third and final part of the triptych about the mysterious highway! This time I invite each of you to take a night ride on the highway!
Hope you enjoy the trip! 😎🎸

With a special dedication to my friend Håkan (Well) 🌔

Thanks for the listening and any support.
  Artur

Night Highway

Transmission ━points of the thinking space

Brand NEW track "Thought I Was Dreaming", taken from the "Ultraviolet Cosmos" upcoming full length STA album (2025). Enjoy y'all #share, #like, #follow and comment of course. :D

Youtube: https://youtu.be/5TOaRZxQbGs?si=tAH31Rz_1uPP6dEn

lyrics:
I've been dreaming for so long
and never woke up back to reality
i never thought it could take so long
to learn such a solid morality

Thought i was screaming, nightmares dreaming
and it's time not to hide away
It's time for breathing, 
forget about those golden years so fly away

And then i opened my eyes and realize
that neon lights blinded my side
and it's time to get up my feet again
and regain what's mine and never let it again.

(p) & (c) STA, 2025.

Thought I Was Dreaming

“Who stole Teddy’s cookie jar” short movie main theme. Now on Fetchflix

Teddy loves cookies and jealously guards his recipe for himself. He gets help from a team of tiny bunnies and cats because his fur makes him rather clumsy. However, yesterday’s batch was stolen. Will Teddy and the tiny rabbits and cats team be able to recover the cookie jar? 

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. Ho and for those who did not get it, Fetchflix TV is also fictitious.” 

Music: Syrel
Photography: Syrel, Book Cover (1987)

Musical notes: This theme could have been the main theme of the series “Only Murders in the Building.“ but hey, Siddhartha Khosla did such a wonderful work composing her theme that it would be a sacrilege pretending I could do better. Thanks to Tchaikovsky and Saint-Saëns for their help on mine ;o)

Who stole Teddy's cooky jar

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/kny4Ak1iFBA
Dans le théâtre des ombres, un être de mystère se dévoile. Un hibou, gardien des secrets nocturnes, se perche dans un silence sacré. Ses plumes, d'un bleu profond comme les abysses, captent la lumière spectrale de la lune. Un œil, fenêtre de l'âme, s'ouvre sur l'infini, tandis que l'autre, voile de l'inconscient, demeure scellé. Ce rapace, messager des dieux, guide les âmes égarées vers la source de la connaissance. Au crépuscule, le village s'éveille sous un voile de saphir. Une lumière étrange, née de l'éther, nimbe l'horizon. L'esprit cherche, questionne l'origine de cette clarté céleste. Une voix intérieure, écho de l'univers, murmure : "Elle émane de la Source." "Quelle est la nature de cette Source ?", demande l'âme en quête de vérité. "Elle est l'essence de l'intuition", répond la voix, porteuse de sagesse et de paix. Le souvenir du hibou ressurgit, tel un éclair de lucidité. "Mais le hibou n'est-il pas l'intuition elle-même ?", s'interroge l'esprit. La Source, dans un sourire énigmatique, révèle : "Le hibou est le reflet de la lumière de la Source. Celui qui le contemple découvre le chemin vers la vérité."

À la recherche de L’intuition

Cast of Characters:
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino -- Taylor 114ce acoustic guitar, main vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics, composition 
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender HSS Telecaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, mix, mastering, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass with a plectrum 
 
This song began as one of Joe's, lyrically centered songs, which he wrote and filled in with VST instruments. He came up with the lyrics by sharing ideas with fellow SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani.
   Knowing that Josh is a fan of his work, Joe offered this song to him in hopes that he'd share it with the rest of the band. Of course, Josh jumped at the opportunity to work on his song, and immediately shared it with the rest of the group. 
  Ken went to work first, adding his driving, excting drums. Josh was having a hard time coming up with a good bass line for it, until Ken suggested that he use the power of the 1/8 note to propel it. Tez was up next with his clever fills you hear throughout the first half of the song. Stephen came along right after and matched Tez's energy for the guitar fills in the second half of the song. 
  It was still missing a solo in the designated spot, though, so Mark stepped up with his innovative piano solo you hear in the middle. If it sounds a little mechanical, that's because he's using an arpeggiator to achieve the effect. We thought it sounded good in a song about AI, though. 
  Once all the parts were dialed in, and Joe had gotten all his vocals tuned up, we asked one of our resident pros, Stephen, to mix it for us. He did that and mastered it, too, expertly, as always.
  This is the first song we've ever done with Joe, and don't expect it to be the last. We all really enjoyed putting together, in no small part because Joe is such a competent, receptive, and gracious collaborator. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it. 
Original lyrics by Joe Stroffolino (and Michele Ansani):
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers 
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe and beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine

AI Sucks! (Eclectic Collective with Joe Stroffolino)

The Road Less Travelled

Music/Vocals by NettaMoon & Netta&McGill - words written by a dear friend.
Available on most music streaming platforms.
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«Vårsang» means Song of Spring

Vårsang

piano structure

The Approaching Storm

🎹 MiDi-AUDIO Production 🎧Thx for listening 🎧

Transmission ━points of the thinking space

Léo Pensette