Name: Ratiotron v53 by boolapp 2:45
Duration: 1 min 56 s
Description: kind of a colorful space-reggae made from perfect harmonics :)

You are my ocean

Waiting for the moment
That’s sometimes hard to find
moving in slow motion
weighing heavy on my mind

I am out of practice
I’m even out of time
I  feel like a prisoner
doing time

you and I went swimming
in the deep blue sea at night
The nights’ stars lit the ocean
They know who we are

I am like a runner
running out of time
I am like a sculptor
running out of lime

Let’s start at the beginning
let’s not contemplate the end
And forget what was in the meantime
maybe we  can still be friends

Looking at the moment
What would we sacrifice
You are my ocean
you’re my star filled sky

I waited at the station
to find you were somebody new  
that time and space had changed us
you weren’t how I remembered you

and I must let you wander
this earth on your own
that friends don’t stay forever
sometimes they're just gone

You Are My Ocean

A new modern dress for a reel i wrote few years ago, enjoy my Tin Whistle!

Borozo Reel

At first a song but the instrumental seemed to sound quite right ^^

Feelin' away

FEELIN' AWAY (6 To 8)- Bruno C  (& New Nataly NGM painting)

Based on a very simple bass line. Lot of drums, french horn and electronics sounds.
Very different than the first one iv posted :)
Song with 4 distinct parts, representing differents forms of chaos.

Artwork by Yaku, her FB page : https://www.facebook.com/YaKushimanumArt

Chaos

The New Year

Over The Rainbow - Solo Guitar by Earnest Woodall

CHECK IT OUT! "Over The Sea To Skye": On All Streaming Platforms. Here's a landing page: https://push.fm/link/hhrlirfy

The song, "Over the Sea to Skye", is dedicated to the memory of Margaret Jenny Sellers née Peterkin (1923 - 2018). The photo shows her as a teenager in the 1930s. "Over the Sea to Skye" is also streaming on YouTube, Spotify, and many other streaming sites.

At the funeral of my mother Margaret Sellers, John Alderman (her grandson) and I sang "Over the Sea to Skye", a famous Scottish folksong made even more famous by being the Outlander series theme song set to the lyrics of Robert Louis Stevenson. As she was Scottish, this seemed a very suitable choice.

The positive reaction to our rendition encouraged us to record our version of the song under the name of "The Leatherheads". Unfortunately, distance and a pandemic delayed this until March of 2022 when we eventually recorded it under the experienced eye of the amazing Sergio Aguilar, who also arranged the music and played most of the instruments.

I should at this point acknowledge the influence Bear McCreary (who recorded the Outlander theme) had on our rendition. Thanks to him I realized that the Robert Louis Stevenson poem was infinitely more suitable for a farewell to a loved one than the original Bonnie Prince Charlie lyric. Following his lead, I changed the personal pronouns to reflect we were talking about a woman. I also went further and slightly modified the lyrics to fit the occasion (a funeral),and gave it a different arrangement to suit the fact that it was being sung by two people and accompanied only by a guitar, an arrangement largely followed in this recording, apart from the introduction of a counterpoint where I'm singing the chorus of "Will Ye Go Lassie Go" (also known as "Wild Mountain Thyme"), another old Celtic folk song, and the use of more instrumentation and the use of lead guitars rather than bagpipes (the excellent Sergio Aguilar, ladies and gentlemen!).

So, please enjoy what for us was a heartfelt adios to a wonderful daughter, wife, mother, and grandmother! 

lyrics
Chorus:
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Sing as we say goodbye
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Over the sea … to Skye

Verse 1:
Mull was astern, Rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth glowed in her soul
Where is that glory now?

Chorus:
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Sing as we say goodbye
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Verse 2:
Give me again all that was there
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lass that's gone

Chorus: Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
(And we'll all go together)
Onward the sailors cry
(To pluck wild mountain thyme)
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
(All around the blooming heather)
Over the sea to Skye
(Will ye go lassie go?)

Verse 3:
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was she is gone … gone

Chorus: Instrumental

Chorus:
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Over the sea to Skye
Over the sea … to Skye

credits
from Sing me a Song of a Lass that is Gone, released April 2, 2022
Music: Traditional Scottish air collected in the 1870s by Anne Campbelle MacLeod
Lyrics: Robert Louis Stevenson (with changes by Bear McCreary & Michael Sellers)
Vocals: Michael Sellers; John Alderman
Guitars, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Song Cover photo: Family photograph
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Sing me a Song of a Lass that is Gone

Over the Sea to Skye

Buy at Bandcamp

Over The Sea To Skye - The Leatherheads UK Songwriting Contest: Five Stars: Commended Entry

Vocals, Music & Art by Cosmic Keanu

Mastered by Hobocop: @metrocityrecords

We don’t need
Super duper Missiles 
We don’t need
firework displays

We don’t need
Super duper Missiles 
Sending us back to
The stone age

I heard the news today
Bout’ projectile equipment
That no one’s ever seen before
They say there’s no choice
We just have to do it

It's called the super duper 
missile oh yeah
Seventeen times faster
than even a cheetah
If you can believe it
Faster than anything before
It's so incredible
Faster than a cheetah!

But for the sake of those 
born just yesterday
I say we shouldn’t play 
with firework displays

Or it’ll all go away
I say it will all go away
All that Shakespeare and 
beauty and nature,
smart appliances
and dumb artifice
Will be nothing
But a big ol’
Bloody pile of shoyte!

All men and women created by go-, you know,
Come on man you know the thing

We shouldn’t fire all those super duper missiles
Instead join hands and let freedom ring

And for the sake of those born just yesterday
We can’t support the current thing

Instead let the cheetahs keep their record
As the fastest moving thing

Cause we don’t need those super duper missiles
Blowing us all to smithereens

I say nah
nah ne nah
nah ne nah

I say nah,
nah ne nah
nah ne nah

Oh I say
nah ne nah
nah ne nah

Super Duper Missiles, I Say Nah (Feat. The N'il Twistas w/ special guest Dave Bowee)

He went down to the crossroads
To  make a rotten kind a deal

And you know ol’ scratch is
Always lookin', always lookin' for a soul to steal

Seems learnin’ to play his guitar
Was takin’ far, far too long

So, he signed the dotted line
And got his hit song

But his voice sounded like a goat
Of the fine print, 
he should of made a note

Why not just practice?
Best way to get the job done

Why not just practice?
Hard work never hurt no one

They cheered and bought the record
Enchanted by the sound

But music should be for the soul
Not the other way around

And all that fame and fortune
Will burn up real fast

When it’s time to pay the price
And the devil owns your ass

Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh
whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Why not just practice?
A good way to unwind

Why not just practice?
protect your soul’s behind

If you’re at the crossroads
Best to turn right round there and then

Cause the devil, he ain’t your friend
He’ll always screw you in the end

Why Not Just Practice? (Featuring Johnny, Willie and Keanu)

Ses cheveux ondulent au son de sa guitare. 
Une note s’envole, se pose sur le trottoir.
Elle penche la tête et me sourit,
Assise par terre dans son vieux jean gris.
Son chant raconte l’espoir des lendemains.
Moi je suis le Roi de ma rue,
Spécialiste de tous les coups tordus,
Je bats la cadence, une boîte de bière à la main,
Je décèle dans l’air son parfum de jasmin,
Qui calme, mes blessures, jusqu’à demain.
Dans la rue, c’est l’indifférence, on pourrait nous marcher dessus.
Dans la rue, il y a personne qui danse, il y a que des malentendus.
Dans la rue, il y a des gens qui rodent et des âmes perdues.
Dans la rue, il y a des bêtes immondes qui nous violent et nous tuent.
Un petit garçon s’approche pour la voir.
Il sautille sur place au son de sa guitare,
Elle lève les yeux et lui sourit,
Il pose une pièce, et puis s’enfuit.
Un petit quelque chose, pour tenir jusqu’à demain.
Moi je suis le Roi de ma rue,
Le cueilleur de fruits défendus,
Je bois ses paroles, en guise d’alcool,
Ses yeux qui pétillent comme des lucioles,
Réchauffent, mon âme usée, jusqu’à demain.

Dans la rue

kind of a colorful space-reggae made from perfect harmonics :)

Ratiotron v53

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I started playing with music with home computers.
Later, I found the bass guitar and mixed both worlds.
Here, I'm sharing some experiments I enjoy and hope you enjoy as well...

Some are microtonal tunes, outside the equally tempered 12-notes scale. 
Some are binaural beats trips.

With @melakki we are @245, using computers, drums, guitars and voices...

Ratiotron v53

boolapp 2:45

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