what a cool musical excursion, great journey, erhu & synths is terrific. play on sir. (<;

Brilliant composition and journey through sound and melody. Very effective with the use of various synth

nice melodys nice sounds in this like a western

IMPERFECTION IS FUN

Serenade of Sea Creatures

I'm a huge fan of a lot of movie and television scores for a lot of the content from the 50s and 60s, and have been especially influenced by Bernard Herrmann's work with Hitchcock as well as material like this. Here's my interpretation of Mr. Herrmann's piece for a Twilight Zone episode in 1959. 

Instruments in order of their appearance: Atmospherics, Trombone, Vibes, Ondes Martenot, Trumpet, Piano, Glockenspiel, Harp, Synth, and Organ.

Music © 1959 by Bernard Herrmann

Eleven Months | Bernard Herrmann

Set back and Let this flow come onto ya ...                                                                        It all began as an impromptu evening visit and morphed into a wonderful evening of musical magic...   
We recorded our Musical Conversations in Tim Elliot's living room with only one middling Microphone an Upright Piano and his Guitar suite, and I'm so glad we did!

Composer/Guitarist @davidjsvensson freely commented, "If the rest of the piece is even close to what the first two minutes were, then this is a masterpiece!!"  

So glad to share the results of this intimate honest and organic Live Jam with you all. I must say that i am looking forward to more such interactions with Tim. And i gotta say, 'Magic is Magic', however much Better one imagines it could have been.  :-D 

May you inJOY 


© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2021
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles& Tim Elliot 2021

Arranged and MiXed by Anomon

Autmmn Leaves photo by Pxfuel

Autumn Jam _ w. Tim Elliot

Hey everyone! Happy Friday and happy listening 🙏😊
My new EP Sleep Train is out now — a journey through ambient and psychedelic soundscapes, inspired by the mysterious world of the 1993 game MYST, and exploring themes of sleep and the subconscious.
I hope you’ll enjoy the ride!
— AWITW

https://awitw.bandcamp.com/album/sleep-train

About "Sleep Train":
With my little sister, when we’re about to go to bed, we say: ‘all aboard the sleep train.’ My sleep train is often a recurring journey for me — a quest through landscapes both unknown and strangely familiar: a lost forest where a cursed village is inhabited by peasants struck by misfortune, a river where I canoe on poisoned waters, a mountain whose endless path eventually leads me to the gates of another world — the very moment I wake up. I drew inspiration from excerpts of the soundtrack of the 1993 game MYST to compose this EP, as its universe and my dreams are not so far apart.

At The Gates

Beat boombap en C mineur harmonique – 75 BPM
Production pensée pour les rappeurs qui aiment les ambiances mélodiques, avec un groove old school et des drums percutants. Idéal pour freestyle, EP, sessions studio ou type West Coast.

J’ai réalisé un pré-master à -16 LUFS pour une écoute propre.
Une version non masterisée est disponible si tu veux faire ton propre mix / master ou intégrer ta voix sans limitation.

🎤 Utilisation :
• Enregistrement / freestyle OK
• Pour toute utilisation commerciale ou exclusive → me contacter en DM.

Merci pour l’écoute, partage & repost appréciés ! 🔥

WC.09

Intro - 1124

While My Erhu Gently Weeps

A couple of months ago, Rodolfo Planes from Tierra del Fuego sent me a wonderful piece of music (in a different key and without lead guitar) that he hoped I’d write lyrics for… 
I was so excited that the first verse popped into my head almost straightaway, and with great patience and honesty, Rodolfo lead me through the learning curve that would be the gestation of this song.
The passionate music somehow stirred in me a sense of longing and belonging, combined with the enforced isolation from loved ones during lockdown. I think Rodolfo’s music helped me express this powerfully.
His solo still continues to move me even after countless listens. I am very grateful to him for this opportunity and I sincerely hope we can work on other projects. 
Thanks for listening and please check out Rodolfo’s cloud if you can.

Composition, instrumentation, arrangement and production: https://soundcloud.com/rplanes
Lyrics and vocals: https://soundcloud.com/markjbennett
Image of Loch Maree, Scotland used with kind permission of Douglas Corrance.

https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/set-me-down-that-road

I know where I’m going,
Though I don’t know where I am.
My drive ain’t slowing,
If it’s Birmingham, Alabam.
Gotta get me on the road,
Back to where I’m coming from,
Might not have the zip code,
But I know where I belong. 
I know, I know, I know that I belong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I know what I’m missing,
And where I might find it.
Without even reminiscing,
I’m right back there, I admit.
Close my eyes, and I’m there,
Though in reality,
I’m still stuck in elsewhere,
And I’m the absentee.   
I know, I know, I know that I’ve done wrong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I’ve been uninvited,
Yet I felt compelled to come
A need to be reunited,
Whatever the outcome.
This prodigal believes,
In the error of his ways.
He vows that he’ll never leave,
Where his hat now he lays
I know, I know, I know that I’m back home.
It has taken some time,
But I feel at home already.
I’ve been down that road.

Set Me Down That Road - Continental Collision - Now Available on Bandcamp

DOCTOR ROBERT’S APPLE
(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, Arrangement, Production & Final Mix

I’ve been a Beatles’ fan since my 2 brothers started buying their records in the early 60’s, not only because their sound completely revolutionized my attitude to music but also because of their take on life.  They were so completely unafraid to say what they thought, a stance that not only resonated with me but with the youth of the entire world.  Theirs was a cultural force that changed everything, a thread indelibly stitched into the fabric of the way we live now.  For that, I think we owe them so much.  Best band there ever was, is and always will be. 
Again, I owe a huge debt of thanks to Hans for making this song everything I wanted it to be.  His talent never ceases to amaze me, something I always say but which is nonetheless so true. 

Wanted to let you all know that the Cripple Club album is finally ready for release.  There is a free download available on BandCamp which, considering it comprises 31 tracks, we’ve split into 2 volumes.  Just click on these links and enter 0.00 in the payment box. 
Volume One: https://crippleclub.bandcamp.com/album/another-zero-volume-one-2 
Volume Two:  https://crippleclub.bandcamp.com/album/another-zero-volume-two-2
If you’re interested, there is also a double disc, vinyl version (18 tracks, which is all we had room for), which we were lucky enough to have mastered at Abbey Road Studios – and it does sound rather good if we do say so ourselves.  There’s also a CD version, containing the full complement of tracks, which comes packaged with a 24 page booklet.  If anyone is interested in obtaining either of these, just message us and we’ll let you know how much it will cost to send it to you, wherever in the world you happen to be.
Deep apologies are due to those we’ve already promised a copy to.  The lockdown has made getting to the Post Office very tricky but, rest assured, we plan on getting these to you very, very soon.  Thank you so much for your patience.
And thanks to all for your continuing support.  We never take it for granted.
(Terry Reeves) 
Lyrics:
Brian and George bringing life to a quartet 
A liberation of art with a social pop 
Hard day’s night but love me do as always
Starting at the start not letting yesterday drop

Chorus:
They had a spell on me
Nothing else would be the same
They had a spell on me
More than music kept me riding the train

Moore, Chapman, Newby, Sutcliffe and Best     
Couldn’t come together to keep hanging on
But who would imagine this revolution of four
Would get a ticket to ride and give freedom to John

Chorus

The day tripper moved from Liverpool to Abbey Road 
Up the long and winding road from the cavernous Casbah
I don’t want to spoil the party but it’s hard to believe
 I got to drive your car through green, red and amber

Chorus

Combining music with life and a twist and shout
Showed so many good times with a freedom of thought 
A green apple a day persuading Doctor Robert to stay
Here comes the sun preventing a narcotic drought 

They put a spell on me
Nothing else would be the same
They put a spell on me
More than music kept me riding the train

Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, Arrangement, Production & Final Mix

DOCTOR ROBERT'S APPLE by CRIPPLE CLUB with HANS ALBERS

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image

Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

1 Aufbruch (eXner / Augenmerk) with lyrics

An old tune of mine I often come back to. It always comes out a little different each time. Played this time on a Burns SJ12 12 string guitar.

Strathrea (Autumn 2020)

Five steps (each one with two parts) progressing along 3 minutes thru different styles: rock, psycho, pop, hard..., and finally back to the psychopoppy ones.

Letra / Lyrics:

No siempre he estado aquí (soy imperfecto) / I have not always been here (I am imperfect)

Cuando tengo frío, o tengo calor, / When I feel cold, or I feel hot,
cuando tropiezo, me quemo, o siento dolor… / when I stumble, I burn myself, or feel pain …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

Me siento extraño / I feel strange
donde tendría que estar a gusto, / where I should to be comfortable,
y me reconforto / and I feel better
cuando me relaciono bien con el mundo. / when I relate well to the world.

Empiezo a pensar en el tránsito; / I start to think about the passage;
que no siempre he estado ni estaré aquí; / that I have not always been nor will be here;
que mi vida es un entretenimiento / about my life being an entertainment
en el viaje a otro sitio. / along the trip to another place.

Y descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
si la meta de todo lo que hago / if the goal of everything I do
es comer y respirar, / is to eat and breathe,
¿qué clase de razón tengo en la cabeza? / what kind of reason do I have in my head?
¿qué soy yo dentro de este juego? / what am I within this game?

 descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
y me pongo a pensar, / and I start thinking,
y empiezo a pensar… / and I start to think …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Rocky sprout", photo by Ruizzoidman

No siempre he estado aquí (Soy imperfecto)

Alpine / Paploviante 2021 open collab
Music: Paploviante
Picture Paploviante with Swift Publisher
BPM 125
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Alpine - Paploviante / Open Collab

Dormidos

Asediados,  cansados, filtrados, perdidos en un mundo diferente.
conquistados, dormidos, forzados, cercados por un monstruo irreverente.

Como un estigma que te marca la piel.
con una furia que revienta la hiel.
Estamos perdidos en la ruta.

Como una saga que te cuesta creer.
como un designio de tu verso mas cruel.  
Estamos dormidos en el mar.  

Enclaustrados, sentidos, fundidos, quemados en un páramo candente.
Condenados, curtidos, ceñidos, callados con bozales, brutalmente.

Como un reflejo de tu miedo mas fiel.   
Como una plaga que se empeña en crecer.
Estamos perdidos en la ruta.

Como un pasado que se niega a volver
Una poesia que te cuesta leer
Estamos, dormidos en el mar.

Asombrados, temidos, cambiados, sumidos en un sueño permanente.
Aburridos,  cooptados, sacados, centrados en un dialogo demente.

Como un estigma que te marca la piel.
con una furia que revienta la hiel.
Estamos perdidos en la ruta.

Como una saga que te cuesta creer.
como un designio de tu verso mas cruel.  
Estamos dormidos en el mar. 

Letra y música : Pichy Sotomayor

Dormidos

Composé, réalisé par Jacques Lemaire alias idematoa, janvier/février 2021 via Studio One, 120 bpm
En version YouTube : youtu.be/GH7IGCJuSbI

Merci infiniment à toi Franck pour ta merveilleuse création, une flûte enchantée en quelque sorte !
Ma première collaboration sur Soundcloud ! 

Franck Douvin : https://soundcloud.com/franckdouvin
> Flûte Prima Sankyo en argent, embouchure « FAULISI / PARIS » avec noyau en or 9K et bouchon réglable Logicork du luthier E.FERRON

> 01 - Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Toolkit - Vocals + Combi Textural - Fireflies
> 02 - Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Toolkit - Combi Textural - Frozen Textures
> 03 - Spitfire Audio - Ólafur Arnalds Composer toolkit - Felt Grand Piano
> 04 - Spitfire Audio - Ólafur Arnalds Composer toolkit - Evo Ambience + Reversed Pad 
> 05 - Arturia - Modular V3 - Bass Sequence

Broken Heart [Franck Douvin & Jacques Lemaire]

A sweet and sentimental song, for those who like that kind of thing.
Lyrics:
The rollercoaster ride
The wind it blows your hair
The first time you ever held my hand
Was on the hill called "devil's drop"
Did you think that I forgot?
The ferris wheel can take us up
But you'll always  end up back on the ground
So many things I'd change about me
Back then

A cotton candy buzz
It means you'll dare
I was that I was back there
Funhouse mirrors
It let's me see your beauty everywhere
The rollercoaster ride
The wind it blows your hair

The rollercoaster speed
The wind it blows your hair
The Tilt-a=whirl
It laughs at me
With the broken hearts at the shooting gallery
The rollercoaster ride

The first time you ever held my hand
You know I haven't forgotten
The rollercoaster ride
The rollercoaster ride

The Rollercoaster Ride

I like to compose in different styles, deeply influenced by classical music, especially Baroque. I love soul, funk, jazzy rock and pop.

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

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