Beautiful melody. This song seems telling a story.

The title is from the novel The Man Who Fell to Earth by Walter Tevis (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Man_Who_Fell_to_Earth_(novel))

Walter Tevis is a great writer (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Tevis)

Pic - based on Icarus by Henri Matisse (https://www.matissepaintings.org/icarus/)

Published on SC 11 February 2023

ESO7 WIP

1975: Rumplestiltskin

Psycho Island

Aeolus II: Piano piece in С minor. 

The first 'Aeolus' can be heard here: https://soundcloud.com/anthonypaulcomposer/aeolus

Aeolus II

I saw you one day drinking coffee and 
penciling words on a page
Thought maybe she’s writing the passages 
or acting them out on a stage
Its clear from your efforts and focus, you’re
sworn to the oaths of your art
Since you’ve been sharing your pain with me
Its torn me apart

Joan
Cold like a stone
Why did you leave?
Where did you go?
Joan
You left me alone
The lies that you weave
I wish I had known

You told me the roots of your storyline
Had me perched on the edge of my seat
I said you could stay on my sofa 
Just till you got on the soles of your feet
I fell for your naive anthology
I got lost in the pink of your hair
and woke in the fog of the morning 
when your things weren’t there

Joan
Cold like a stone
Why did you leave?
Where did you go?
Joan
You left me alone
The lies that you weave
I wish I had known

Ghosted

These people are driving me nuts.

What is it with these people?

These people who are so desperate to be seen to be heard, and be seen to be part of the herd, that they stand up and say something.

They then apologise for having said it, when, out of a global population of 8bn, someone, like, maybe, I dunno, Quentin from Bishop's Itchington who breeds rare goats, and has an embarrassing skin problem and no friends declares himself offended by the “something” and because his goats look sad and a bit grubby and have floppy ears, twenty other people out of the 8bn declare themselves to be offended too.

Cue apology and retraction.

“These people” have no use or value in society and need to be removed from the gene pool immediately by the empowerment of balanced observers such as me.

For crying out loud.

(The artist wishes to make no apology whatsoever either for the bum notes in this live recording or the loss of his voice.  That's just how it is).

_____________________________________________________________________

Sorry

I’m sorry for whatever I just said,
I’ll now expound the opposite instead.
While what I said is simple fact sure as I’m standing here,
Twitter’s going nuts and that truth will cost me dear.
So I’ll lie right through my teeth, a heinous sin,
To keep them fat endorsement happy dollars rolling in.
Tell everyone what I don’t think, platitudes never cause a stink,
So I’ll bleat them liberal sheep’s opinions.

Now if a non-PC view slips between the cracks,
I’ll get my PR guys to hastily redact.
Get awareness training, counselling claim PTSD,
Identify as sumpin’ else, blame genetic deficiency.
I got pre-recorded “sorrys” for any trans…(gression) day,
I save apologetic time by having “sorrys” stashed away.
Use any heap of steaming crap to retract my previous monologue tract,
The plain and honest truth ain’t never going to pay.

Oh I’m sorry for what I’ve said and what I’ve not
For all the stuff I did and what I didn’t  
I must apologise for my stream of serial lies
For telling it how it is…… then how it isn’t.

Ah thank you - let me answer that by saying “sorry” first,
In case I make an un-woke inappropriate outburst.
Wouldn’t do to confuse you with something that I really thought,
Social media ripples leave my income stream distraught.
So let me for the record unequivocally state my views,
I think you’ll understand if you put you into my shoes.
Well maybe yea and maybe no, couldn’t say, it might be so,
I hope that does and doesn’t make front page news.

Oh I’m sorry for what I’ve said and what I’ve not
For all the stuff I did and what I didn’t  
I must apologise for my stream of serial lies
For telling it how it is…… then how it isn’t.

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Photo by mark tulin on Unsplash

Sorry

Here is my isolated guitar solo track with full orchestra for my title track "The Wheel."
The Wheel is a concept song spanning over 20 minutes long, which I wrote in 2017/2018 and recorded in 2019. I uploaded it to my SoundCloud back in early 2020. Here are the last 4 minutes of the song. The song itself is a finale to an album idea that I had, and this guitar solo acts as the grand finale movement. The Wheel was written, recorded and arranged by Louis Taverna
All instruments, including orchestrations were recorded and arranged by Louis Taverna
All rights reserved ©

The Wheel - Guitar Suite Finale

Missing You

all this love.mp3

Mark Duffield: voice, lyrics, vocal and harmony melodies  @markduffieldcollaboration

Jonathan Beckenstein: initial music, instruments, mix

There’s something in the words you say
That makes me want to be with you
There’s something in the way that you love
That makes me want to see it through

When you are sinking
You’re not thinking
(Oh, yay, Oh, yay, Oh, yay, Oh, Oh yay yay x2)

When something isn’t right
(something, isn’t wrong)
When something isn’t wrong
When it’s taking you over
(taking you over)
You’ve got to be smart
(got to be smart)
You’ve got to be bright 
(got to be bright)
(Or you’ll live your lie)
When you are sinking
You’re not thinking

Hustle up now,
Carry your eyes
Don’t walk, run
Something wicked this way comes

There’s something in the words you say
That makes me want to be with you
There’s something in the way that you love
That makes me want to see it through

When you are sinking
You’re not thinking
When you are sinking
You’re not thinking

Never change your mind
Never change your mind
Always change your mind
Always change your mind
Never change your mind
Never change your mind
You should always change your mind
Always change your mind
Always change your mind

Words You Say (with Mark Duffield)

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitars played: Morris Nylon String in standard tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
I thought it was time to start writing and recording some new songs, with a view to putting together a new solo album over the winter. For this song I have returned to my nylon string Morris guitar. Hope you like it!
LYRICS:
Sitting…. In my rocking chair
Rollin…….. with the beat
Pickin …..out a tune
Keeping time… tapping my feet

Maybe I’m getting old 
Maybe I’m getting slow 
Maybe things don’t seem like they used to do
Maybe, maybe not…. I don’t know 

Sitting….. in my rocking chair 
Close my eyes and see
All the places I have been
Just rollin … with the beat

Maybe I’m getting old 
Maybe I’m getting slow 
Maybe things don’t seem like they used to do
Maybe, maybe not…. I don’t know

Aeolus II

Anthony

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