Phenomenal guitars! Such a gorgeous use of tremolo; incredible lyrics and such a lush overall sound

Wonderful nostalgic feel -Great voice and guitars are beautiful:)

Great sound on this. Which i appreciate more with each listen.  

Voices 2

Bruto viento (Demo)

No More Remember(beat)

Dance Off

Part 62 of 266
Chapters released every weekend. All TAFFETA tracks are created within seven days.

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds within the scope of the Taffeta project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

If you want to hear everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums are available for free on Bandcamp.
Released in 15 part/chapter increments:

TAFFETA Volume 1:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-1

TAFFETA Volume 2:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-2

TAFFETA Volume 3:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-3

The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical

TAFFETA | Part 62

High recommendation of headphones, to fully enjoy sound adds and effects.

Letra / translated lyrics:

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la vieja madre...   /   the old mother...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la tierra extraña...   /   the strange land...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


Son tus raíces   /   Your roots are
más profundas que el tiempo.   /   deeper than time.
Olvida tu vida   /   Forget your life
que ahora es desierto.   /   which is now a desert.

Tus raíces de sangre se han perdido,   /   Your blood roots are lost
y tu exótico mundo ha envejecido.   /   and your exotic world has got old.
La llamada de la selva ha convertido:   /   The call of the jungle has turned:

tus batallas en guerras,   /   your battles to wars,
y tus bosques en hambre,   /   and your forests to hunger,
y tus hombres en tierra.   /   and your men to soil.

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
tus cantos lejanos...   /   your distant singings...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
ahora están muertos...   /   are dead now...
ahora están muertos.   /   are dead now.
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


... 1995 E-RUIZZO - 2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS

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África (Hombres de tierra)


I plant my secrets in the glass garden
Watch them bend beneath the sun
Reflections flicker, roots uncharted
Everything breaks and everything runs

Words grow thorns when you speak too soon
Shadows tangled in the afternoon

Chorus
Shatter the silence, let the colors spill
Picking up the pieces, building something real
Shatter the silence, let the colors spill
No one leaves this garden—still



Night winds circle candled windows
Ghosts pass through the garden gate
Every shape a shifting shadow
Memory doesn’t ever wait

Chorus
Shatter the silence, let the colors spill
Picking up the pieces, building something real
Shatter the silence, let the colors spill
No one leaves this garden—still

Broken stems and silver light
You grow in darkness and in spite

Glass Garden

dead .mp3

Another demo for our upcoming debut. We love the flow of this song! Let us know what you think! We hope you enjoy it! Keep on making good music!

The stars are shining bright tonight
Let them shine
The moon has never looked so kind
I don't mind

We don't need the starlight
Escaping from the past
We leave the town at last

The ocean looked the same back then
I don't mind
The radio plays our song again
All the time
And we can build a future
Escaping from the past
We're coming home at last

And if you still care for me
Then I will be around
And if you take care of me
then I will stick around
then I will stick around

And I can be alone tonight
I don't mind
The stars have never been so bright
Let them shine

The words that build our future
Can cover up the past
we leave it all at last

And if you still care for me
You know where I'll be found
And I will take care of you
Just you stick around
Just you stick around

Demos 2018

Starlight

This tune is meant to be a meditation about the results of the so-called “Arab Spring”, or possibly about some of the relationships going on between the "Third World" and Western countries...

Teth Sin : vocals, guitars, bass guitars, samplers (electric piano, kalimba, drums)

Original composition, arrangement, lyrics, mix, mastering & cover artwork design by Teth Sin

Objectified

JIM ANDERS _ Rückwärts in die Zukunft

This was actually a hard DAY's blues for me. I spent hours chasing after  Tom's amazing playing on this SMOKIN groove yesterday... and I just couldn't catch up. After throwing everything I recorded away, I came back today, threw down a couple of quick passes...and here's the result. Not perfect, but damn fun. Thanks for putting this out there for us, TomI
ALSO...yes, that's my Les Paul in the photo. Yes, that's my blood all over it. And, no, it's not from the recording of this particular song...although it sure felt like it.  ;)

Hard Night's Blues(Open Collab w/Tom Adams)

Moment One

I didn’t care whose voice it was
I’m captive and a slave
Bright and pure shines her star
Upon that glorified guitar
Until we came to Spenlow’s grave

No pausing on the brink
I was gone
No time to even think
Fallen headlong
From moment one

Enough wrung out of me to drown
A fellow moonstruck clerk
Steeped in a sea of soup and sound
Bite the key to my carpet bag
Distinguish in the dark

Weak infatuation, maudlin mind 
Celestial blue
Saturated through and through
Turn into a room close at hand
The empress of my heart

Many thanks to Steve Pumphrey for playing the guitar solo on this recording.

Moment One

Part 3 of a small suite using field recordings captured in the 19th arrondissement of Paris in January 2020... also Part 1 of a new project that looks at the harmonic possibilities of human speech.. i have always been fascinated by the rhythm of conversation and this new project developed from manipulating spoken word pieces. The original text was provided by Cy Bianne who some of you may know as Société Cantine on Soundcloud/Bandcamp. It was written by Pierre Charras about the inspiration Francis Bacon found for his paintings on a beach one day. The recording has been heavily manipulated to create melodies, harmonies and textures from the raw words. Eventually I am going to attempt to build a choir with spoken word pieces in as many languages as i can find (i may approach some of you for reading!). This track is pretty rough, just a start i guess. also if you want to hear some really imaginative music i highly recommend you check out Cy's page or bandcamp. He writes amazing stuff   https://societecantine.bandcamp.com                                                                          https://soundcloud.com/societecantine

La Plage Était Un Vaste Village Dont Il Était L'idiot (Paris 19th Arrondissement part 3)

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

Aim High

Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/neither-west-east-north-nor-south.html

Included Movie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1x2Jppspwg

Neither West, East, North, Nor South

International indie music project, based in the Netherlands and South-Korea. Debut Album 'IDEALISM' released August 2019! 
We share our music and music that we love on this channel (and on our spotify list). If you want to hear some great tunes we discovered here on soundcloud and elswhere! You can find our monthly updated list here: 

https://open.spotify.com/user/blue-return/playlist/6uvgGB98PksReLVOdjCFe9?si=jXRYcoYHRqO03P8bi6mnCw

If you are interested in collaborations just drop us a line!

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

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