Name: Reupholstered by Screach
Duration: 2 min 31 s
Description: Feeling the moment and letting it out as it flows -

this is very different from your norm and it's nice!!

Beautiful...wonderful melody...great lyrics...enjoying this one big-time XOXOXO

raw,  putting it out there....I love it...this song touched me

Gorgeous picking and lovely, controlled vocals! Appreciate the raw honesty

Had to come back and catch up with this great tune. Your lyrical improv skills are legendary

great expression of an "awakening" or fork in the road place in someones life...it is spontaneous/real. great lyrics/vocal

It’s all around
Daylight breaks on frozen ground
And I've never told you
How good it feels to grow old with you

The night is cold and hard as steel
But you and I will never feel
The silent night the shivering morning
This burning ember heats our home

Its all above
An icy wind. A burning sun
And I’ve never told you
How good it feels to come home to you

The night is ours. It’s short but sweet 
And desperate hours before the week
A daily grind a cold design
This burning ember heats our home

So cry out
What's wrong with the world?
Why can’t they see
Things like you and me?

It’s all around
Daylight breaks on golden ground
Have I ever told you
How good it feels to have grown old with you?

The night is hard and cold as steel 
But you and i will never feel
The hardened heart, the cold of shoulder
This burning ember heats our home

It's All Around

This song was written for anyone who is not able to be with the one they love. Being at a distance from a special someone means you have to find ways to stay in touch.

thanks to primcron 100 for writing the instrumental and asking me to sing on it.  The original title was cyber mile and that is how I got the idea for the lyrics. I thought of a couple in love who had to be in a long distance relationship

I wrote and recorded this over a year ago when we were still in lockdown so it really helped me to imagine what this would be like for such a couple.

be sure to support the version my collaborator put out which has over 2200 plays :)

Listen to in touch - The Cyber love ft(Mandy Alicia) by primcron 100 on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/QYBfg

In Touch - primcron 100 ft. Mandy Alicia

A big thank you to https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx for playing nearly all instruments, arranging and mixing, it was a  pleasure to collab.

Lines in inverted commas quote René Girard (1923 - 2015), also the title of the song points to him.

The picture shows a section of a photography showing men at Ascot (taken out of NZZ).

Mimetic Desire

Man is the creature
Man is the creature

„Man is the creature
Who does not know
What to desire,
And he turns to others
In order to make up his mind.“ (2)

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Mimetic desires

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere
A shadow of a hope ?

Let me have it, let me, let me have it
Let me have it, let me, let me have it

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Sparkling, mimetic desires

„We desire 
What others desire
Because we imitate 
Their desires."

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere hanging out
A shadow of a hope ?

Man is the creature…
Man is the creature…

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don't let the blindness guide you
Don’t let the darkness blind you…

Mimetic Desire (ft joerxworx)

Here is a link to the youtube video for the song! https://youtu.be/sXd5B2iSWck
I looked back at the few notes I collected during this Photo Op's song development time-frame and concluded I did not have much to go on after a two year lapse.  The lyrics were not fully documented in my notebook. I must have been using lyric ideas and ad-libbing them into the song. I do not know my state of mind and wish I was better at capturing this closer to the song's conception point.

Life was still fairly locked down due to Covid, Trump was still in-office and the George Floyd protests were ongoing. The song was created without any direct outside musical influence driving the creative direction. This was me inside my studio starting from ground zero and evolving the song over the course of probably several weekends by playing around with sounds, rhythms and textures until a fuzzy shape of cohesion slowly emerged.

Listening back, I suspect, I smashed together two fairly divergent musical ideas. Bold move Dave and perhaps disastrous from a song gluing perspective. I like it anyway. Lyrics were influenced by what was going on around me and one of those things was a narcissist clutching a bible and clearing a peaceful protest with tear gas to enable his next photo op in front of the church.  A holy moment indeed. 

Lyrics
Photo Op
by David Husted

Dew drop dreams
Silly games
Buy some more stuff
Throw it away
Is it me?
Where did I go?
When we turn our backs
let them take it away.

They say it's gonna rain again
I don’t have an umbrella
They say its time to hate again
Photo ops and killing

Is it really so improbable?
State news and oligarchs selling fools
Make lies a game, and fear predominant 
Shake the base of our democracy

Photo Op

The Sanctuary

1000 Years

Campers  

My parents were campers, we wandered around
We washed in the river and slept on the ground
With a kerosine lantern to see by at night 
And aluminum cups full of Crystal Delight

They’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it was not about nothing
It was more than a signature style

I gave him a hundred, which was all that I got
I fired her up and I drove off the lot
She was painted by hand, but tipping the scales
Was a sticker that showed my concern for the whales

She’s all gone forever after only awhile
To me she was not about nothing
She was more than a signature style

My mind is in order my soul is inspired
In robe and in sandals I’m simply attired
And I live in this place with these brothers of mine
Where we think, and we pray, and we fast all the time

Till we’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it is not about nothing
It’s more than a signature style

Copyright Scott Culver Thomson

Campers

Choking Hazard

Hey, glad you dropped by. The New Year is upon us. I wish you a happy year ahead. Yet wishes are as fickle as hopes and dreams, which often conjure up nothing more than a brief feel good moment. I hear people nearby celebrating, as if nothing is wrong in their world, while others are fighting for their very lives, at war, or surviving as best they can in extreme and difficult situations. Those disparities has always haunted me… All I need to do is reflect back to see my own trajectory, much like a shooting star burning through the night sky. So what will the new year bring? This will be my 67th new year, so as you might have guessed, I am somewhat jaded when it comes to the anticipation of living in a better world. What I do have is this simple notion that all of us are moving through time together. In a very real sense, we are time travelers. And yet as time leaps forward, say in a hundred years from now, nearly everyone alive in this moment will have ended their journey, save for a few centenarians. Those tough souls will linger on. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life for what it is, but also realize the its fragility. Maybe these maudlin thoughts have influenced this first song of the new year, maybe not. This song is a loosely woven lyrical tapestry of traveling, living in the moment, having a home, lost love, and stargazing. These days, I am not much of a traveler, as far as geography goes. I haven’t been out of the county here for quite some time. Some find that shocking. Others find it sad. I find it to be wonderfully grounding. There are places I’d like to go, but I find I can be wowed by the world right here in the now. In a sense, my daydreams of traveling contain a timeless place. Yet, places do change over time. I did not grow up in this place, and have struggled to make it my home. When I do venture out, I often find the last leg of the journey back home to be the most difficult. It is as if the journey to one place ends, and another journey back begins, even though in essence, it is the same journey. And no matter where I go, I always look up at the stars. They remind me of the places I have been, and the people I have known. Some have left an indelible mark on me. I sometimes want to travel back to see them, but then realize the improbabilities of doing so. Like places, those circumstances have changed. It is then, I take a deep breath, or sometimes sigh, and head back inside my home. Mark

Lammbone's Album

Home

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually as part of my BandCamp PWWO #07 album)

Happy 2023 everyone. I hope your year is starting off positive, creative and brimming with potentiality. Mine has definitely begun on a high note, getting to collab with our dear friend Carlos Vivanco (https://soundcloud.com/carlosvivanco-1, https://carlosvivanco1.bandcamp.com/). And after a full year of music lessons with this kind and generous soul, I’m finally feeling quite good about my music theory and piano skills (knowing full well, this is just me happily floating on the tip of the proverbial music theory/musical instrument iceberg). :)

This one in particular (for those of you who might be interested in the specifics) started with Carlos providing an impressively wild drum track, and a warm, rich bass track playing Ostinato in E (I wasn’t familiar with that term at first. But it means playing a singular note rhythm as a foundation for the rest of the song). From there, E Aeolian (or Natural Minor) felt like it provided the nicest fit to Carlos’s stems. I was able to play out many of the melodies you hear in this song with just a few takes, and very minor MIDI note adjustments after the fact. That is exciting beyond words.

So without further delay, I joyfully offer you my first collab of 2023 with one of the coolest folks you’ll find in this grand music community. Carlos and I hope you enjoy ‘The Nine Sentinels of Aeolis’. :)

PWWO07

The Nine Sentinels Of Aeolis | Carlos Vivanco & GrevusAnjl

Feeling the moment and letting it out as it flows -

Reupholstered

I had this tune in my head for quite a while, and now I finally recorded it. It's always fun to take new approaches to the recording process. It's certainly not as clean and polished as it could be, but there is another version in the works with the Laybow-legacy studio project. 

lyrics:

look, it's the sun that's coming back to shine
even the rain has never felt this fine

and the trees turn back to green
all the colours that you haven't seen for a long time
this past time, fading
to make place for a new day
a new scent is calling
and I will be falling in love again

look, there's a new bird in the sky
circling upward like it never got that high before

and the flowers in the street
so many faces new to meet
all our paths that intertwine
like the bees back to the hive
build another piece of life
like the bird that got so high
it's the only way to fly

always in springtime
a new scent is calling
I will surely be falling
in love again

v2; some vocal corrections

A Song For Springtime

All tracks  are recorded in a spontaneous manner typically in a single take. Most lyrics are also spontaneous improvisations derived from the feelings of the moment. We let the guitar and drums interact and the music just happens. Most if not all of the music is inspired from this interaction.

The recording equipment up until January 2019 consisted of a dated Fostex 8 track and a few microphones...We simply lay down a guitar and drum track and let it unfold the way you are hearing it by bouncing tracks. We just have to make music to live. Music of any kind, music that speaks for itself... 

In January 2019 recording equipment was upgraded to Logic X and a UA Apollo MKll Quad Core Recording interface...We entered a new building and still trying to find the light switch so bare with us as we keep lighting matches...  

MW

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