Name: Our Rose by bedroom pantomimes
Duration: 4 min 2 s
Description: Thumbnail art and lyrics adapted from a poem by Ryan Preece

back for another listen... you're definitely one of my favourite artists here on soundcloud

Well.................I have just spent a great deal of time watching Glastonbury on the tele over the weekend. In my opinion, you should be performing there and even more important, be out performing most of the other artists. You are super talented. This is BEAUTIFUL.

I stand by my original statement, maybe one day I'll see you there.

this is music from the heart for the heart....beautiful

Silent Nemesis In The Mirror

fade out.mp3

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Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Passions Unleashed Dub

Rather than follow the traditional path for this classic Christmas song we decided to change the words just a bit so the story is quicker paced than usual and told in the present tense. The message is eternal and unchanging and we hope our acoustic folk version will express it as well as any other version has for generations. Wishing everyone a very joyful Christmas 2022! 

We also did a music video with Nat & performing this song: https://youtu.be/Qwd9lq5Wkeo

Written, Performed and Produced by: Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
Craig Durgy: acoustic guitar and vocals
Nat Daniels: keyboards, vocals and production
Copyright 2022 Daniels & Durgy * Gentle Rain Records

Lyrics:  Noel (adapted from the traditional The First Noel)

On the first Noel 
Shepherds see a great star
That is guiding three wise men 
From countries afar.
And onto the earth 
Shines this glorious light
Over Bethlehem where the 
Newborn King lies

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel! 
Born is the King of Israel!

Following the Holy light, 
To a stable they come
And there lies dear Jesus, 
God’s only son
Falling to their knees, 
With a gift they each bare 
Humbly looking upon the Lord’s 
Gift lying there

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel! 
Born is the King of Israel!

Come farmers and statesmen, 
Come rich and come poor
Praise the gift of Christ Jesus, 
From our heavenly Lord.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel! 
Born is the King of Israel! 
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel! 
Born is the King of Israel!

Noel

16 track, recorded February-December 2022.  Anyone interested in trying some vocals, please contact me.

Let's meet in our dreams she said
As if we could find the keys to a secret kingdom
Where anything could happen
As if she knew
only magic could  keep this love alive

qsc: synthesizers, guitars+delay, fretless bass

Rehearsal for a dream (see description)

© Rustle Of Leaves

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

TWICE AROUND THE MOON words and music Doug Roossien 3-24-2023
Those moments 
Between Breathing
When you catch your soul
Walking twice around the moon 

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, you can’t control …(So many tears)
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 

That moment 
Life stops turning. 
When you realize 
Life’ll  never be the same.

That moment 
All hope is burning. 
You stand and watch a fire. 
You can’t control. 
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold.
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

………………………………………………………… ( bridge)
…………………………………………………………………….(music)
Those moments 

Those moments  
Between Breathing 
Where you walk your soul
Twice around the moon.

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, they can’t control.  
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

Those moments  
You stop deceiving. 
and you catch your soul.
Walking twice around the moon 
Twice around the moon, Moments … You walk …Twice around the moon .

TWICE AROUND THE MOON (original)

Thumbnail art and lyrics adapted from a poem by Ryan Preece

Our Rose

Written by Terry Reeves, 1981
Recorded in a dusty attic, Wallington, Surrey, 1983
Terry Reeves: Vocals/ Guitar 
Brian Reeves: Guitar
John Palmer: Bass
Gary Reeves: Drums

Back in 1981, there was a major news item on the front of the tabloids involving two young teenagers who had committed suicide in a car. They left a note saying that there was no point in carrying on living as they had no job and no money. Unemployment was the highest it had ever been at that time, so it made the headlines. This song was my comment. There was nothing great about the Thatcher government and yes, I was there. (Terry Reeves)

LYRICS

Work hard at school and you will succeed
Get the pieces of paper that you need
You will get there if you are the best
But what happens to us, all the rest

CHORUS
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Discipline will curb your greed
Much more training's what you need
It's better now than it's ever been
Hard times like these we have never seen

CHORUS X 2

Lets tell the truth and not live a lie
No piece for us of that money pie
The youth are the future that's what we're told
But what will they tell us when we're too old

CHORUS X 2

So what's the point in carrying on
Growing up is just one big con
Haven't listened to a word that's said
Perhaps you'll listen when I'm dead

NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Final Choice - Root Division (1983)

Indie singer-songwriter from Brisbane, Australia.

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My latest collection of songs are first-person perspectives of various fictional characters I've developed. I've noticed people tend to assume my songs are literal and autobiographical, but that is rarely the case.

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Our Rose

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