Fine instrumental break in beautifully done song.

These chord sequences remind me of some of Seal's songs. Beautifully voiced and placed in the song.

Bande son d'une fin d'automne mélancolique et désabusée :) bravo !

Sorry I'm late to this, I was on holiday. Such a touching yet a slightly distant feel, this gets better and better with each listen. That solo is the turning point in the song. Your voice is perfect for this. A unique song

J'aime énormément la proximité que tu as su donner à cette chanson : la voix est superbe !

Since I Met The Master # 008, Gene Jumper, ( Original)

Since I Met The Master, # 008 Gene Jumper, ( Originial )

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

Inspired by the Artemis project by NASA to return to the moon

Return To The Moon

It's Not A Straight Line - Jamie Rhind

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After the victorious battle, the Emperor returns to the lands he conquered to show the people his rule

The Emperor Is Back

I'm starting a new project inspired by the night. Must be the time of year!
The guitar is a PRS SE Custom.

The photographer for the cover art is Sarah Justine. 

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Night Moves

Tu seras là encore
et toujours à l'heure du crime.
nous frapperons au corps
de notre éternelle victime.
Et d'un même geste alors,
ouvrirons sa poitrine.
Et puis de prime abord,
nous ferons ce que nous fimes

Comme hier, comme demain
Aujourd'hui comme demain

Mais son corps est fermé, 
bouclé de l'intérieur.
Mais son cuir est tanné
de passions inférieures.
Tendu comme un regret,
il couvre d'anciens livres
obtus comme des rejets,
remplis du vide de vivre.

L'ouvrir c'est partir
vers une berge désolée
et puis laisser pourrir
nos vingt berges, désolé.
Mais toi tu seras jeune
toi mon talon d'Achille
et moi je serai jeune
moi ton pigeon d'argile.

Comme hier, comme demain
Aujourd'hui comme demain

Aujourd'hui comme demain

IPG1's vocal track with Llanpsych additions and mixing
Hope you enjoy listening :)
Many thanks to IPG1 for another brilliant vocal!!
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/oh-yeah-lou-vocals-134-bpm?si=df638db1a94e44c6981747117e25b1ce&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Oh Yeah - IPG1 Collab

BAVARIAN ALPS
This is a take on the alpine kind of genre with some Accordion, oboe, flute etc.
this song is based on : Johann Sebastian Bach's (1685-1750) badinerie

BAVARIAN ALPS

Recording sessions from 06/11/2022 to 19/06/2023.
2 tracks Voice Record stéreo,
3 tracks VCV Modular (vst VCV2),
3 tracks MOOG Modular (vst Arturia),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-track
🎹 - Composed, arranged, interpreted, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgments - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental
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❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

One morning, when he got up he heard no noise outside! however, usually, in this spring period, the birds sang nonstop...
It is true that with the permanent noise of the cities, it is sometimes difficult to perceive certain sound.
So the next day and very early, he left with his dog in search of birds on the outskirts of the city. As soon as he arrived, here he came back to the song of the birds, it was his great morning happiness, he was really happy...

Un matin, en se levant il n'entendait aucun bruit dehors ! pourtant, d'habitude, en cette période printanière, les oiseaux chantaient sans arrêt... 
C'est vrai qu'avec le bruit permanent des villes, il est parfois difficile de percevoir certain son.
Alors le lendemain et de très bonne heure, il parti avec son chien à la recherche des oiseaux aux abords campagnards de la ville. A peine arrivé, le voici revenu le chant des oiseaux, c'était son grand bonheur matinal, il était vraiment heureux...

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