Beatiful , classic, smooth and positive.  I also enjoy the well executed runs , very clean and precise.

Excellent instrumental performances, tight ensemble arrangement, altogether very classy.

Personnel:
Paul Bray - Drums
Terry Todd - Bass
Andy Peake - Keyboards
Nigel Manning - Tenor Sax

GRITSTONER  - (TPMB rehearsal 2018)

This is an open invitation for a collab, this track is open for downloads. All producers, mixologist, DJ, and Musician are welcome to test their skills and artistry. The file is submitted "as is", add what you want to complete it, or simply sample parts. If you use it, please link back to this page. Message me here with a link to your production and I will repost... Enjoy fam!
To all producers you have my permission and authorization to use it as your own. I have published this as royalty free. You can monetize or do whatever you want with it. All proceeds are yours to keep. Everyone is welcome to participate.
All I ask is vocal credit, my name is: Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)Peace!
Enjoy Fam!!!

Lyrics:
Modern Times

Verse 1

Am I playing the wrong game —- where losing’s a crime
Time’s just not the same—-and there’s no one here to blame
In these modern times——where machines reigns supreme 
breaking all the chains——-to fulfill my dreams
————And that’s a solid —because—- yeah—— I’m back————-
Metaphors and rhymes——-my weapons on this track
Modulating -from the underground ——one culture one voice
And we’re —-wired in like teeth—-like we—-ever—-had a choice

Chorus

Modern times---- a difficult maze
Where screens captivate —— the Information Age
And—-We're all connected——yet we’re—also——-alone
Lost in a sea of pixels----hearts ———-—cold as stone
Modern times————Modern times ——-Modern times

Verse 2

Smartphones--at our side—-our constant companions
That double-edged sword—-has become ——-part of the norm
buzzing Notifications——like a relentless swarm
Distracting —us ——-from moments —-another task ——to perform 
Just another monster ———taking physical form

**Chorus**

Bridge

Artificial intelligence--- a marvel and a threat
Replacing human minds--- leaving us —-deep in debt
Algorithms —-determine our fate—without regret—-
Like marionettes ———or puppets on a strings
Manipulating our thoughts——damn—we are feeding these things

Verse 3

Social media——-a stage ——for the soul to bare
Beneath the surface——lies ——and deceptions —-are clear
We curate our lives——-like a perfect facade
our true selves———pushed aside ——in total disregard

**Chorus**

Outro

In this digital age---we must find our way
Embracing the power——with a huge price to pay
There’s a balance for the screens —-in real life
With the key to our future——a new vision insight

Modern Times Vocals 150 BPM

rumbustious 'demo' (with Falsestart)

Love is all the best in this world. And it is the only thing that will remain after us 🌞
My new surf song is dedicated to my wife Monika for her birthday! ♥️🎸☕️

Only Good Days (are coming)

Photo: Scout in a potato bag
After nearly losing one of my new kittens, Scout, to the deadly parasite Toxoplasma gondii (Toxoplasmosis), which caused some horrifying neurological symptoms, including body twitches, I decided to express my feelings about the experience in song using my new DAW. The song is upbeat because she recovered, and is now parasite free! 
Please feel free to download and add to it, if you are inspired.  
Kitty vocals by Pixabay
 :) Nadia

Toxoplasmosis (Instrumental) FREE DOWNLOAD by Nadia Selvaggi

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Artwork by Pablo Sánchez

Sink Deeper

Dramatic run
Let's run dramatically... That's how I put it into my mind!!👍
thank you for listening！🎵！

DAW: Cubase pro 12

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Dramatic run

Donald Stabler, a truly Brilliant Poet and proprietor at "oxtraces poetry", so generously allowed me to use his words for my Maniacally Rash guitar and synth production--if you happen to read this poem, you will see just how wonderful this work is, and if you visit Donald's site, You will find many more 
equally interesting and amazing works-- I am completely blown away by his poems and poetry Productions!

Post Card. By Donald Stabler

Ox and goose in a field the agoraphob doxy slump gum mid chaw chating scared senseless as strange appearance appears in points of view, gots a receiver. She blows up the skyline and the vision's caress is captured deep inside. But damn it the clouds are blinders: the Ox sees ultra radiance in upheaval scratches with snatches its contact on eyeballs. The Goose scratches elsewhere. Addiction sponge a quarter the holiday's in France drop a line from Eiffel carry the trifle to cock the rifle. There's drips of whimsy from beyond the ceiling on such a cloudy day. The Ox stays pale rider he stays calm abider. The eats are verdant pig ambrosia clover the weeds move sideways. The Goose noses its pick and lick and lies and squints his bona-fide eye. Up in the sky puppeteer sighs and cries, "These frolicking dummies fooling the tom it's a comedy of stumbles, trip wire's and fumbles as the ass cap swings on an alternate gate!" Feels just right eh. Knock the rock pace the dock up night clock, the Ox Goose and Cock. There's a trio you see in this field of glee. The Ox sleeps his head in the bush of his dullness and Kush his suggestion is so frank. The Goose pokes his snoz into gifts from Clause imagination's priest he's illusive geese. Then the Cock in his rubber frock pickin and eatin eve and eden's cretin. compact bullroar is this it I want more. Could there be four. She crocks that dial and a tear and a smile of surrender hits its gender the collection fosters remembrance. Darkness is a velvet actress mother before time the void sublime. She turns the sun and moon and in a velvet flux she devours and flowers the ever radical frost of time. The Ox, the Goose, the Cock a fleshy flock as the mock appropriation crouches in birthing affirmation.
The post card is cordial prayer someone's there astral fare. Now you see it now you don't the dream is only loant you see.

Fourteen Ego Maniacs-part ll ( "Post Card"  A poem written by Donald Stabler of Oxtraces Poetry)

Crab Dinner At The Lighthouse

Music: PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocal: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: PJ Project

Lyrics:

I always felt alone
Had no one to lean on
There was heavy clouds over me..
I was let down as a child
And lost all trust in people
Had to find my own way to survive..
I was so afraid of being let down again
Of those who said they loved me
And said they were my friend..

So I built a wall
I built a solid wall
My own place where I could feel safe..
No one got through there
No one could sense my fear
No one could hurt me
I could hide behind my wall..

Then you came 
And everything changed
You broke through my wall
Made sure I didn't fall..
I felt I could trust you 
when you said you loved me
I felt safe when you said you were my friend..
You wiped all my tears..
I could share all my secrets
You held me close
And chased away all my fears..

I had built a wall
I had built a solid wall
My own place 
where I could feel safe..
But you got through there
You could sense my fear
But you didn't hurt me
I didn't have to hide anymore...

Behind My Wall W/PJ Project

Reminiscence to the passionate musical spirit of the 70s •
Guitars, piano, backing music arrangement - Ax.W.

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Making music, mainly with guitar. In the past (70s/80s) a lot, now from time to time. 
My art corresponds to the music. 
You are welcome to look, to listen and to enjoy if you like, if you can. Peace, Axel

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