@user-138663860 Happy New Year Sandy. And apologies for the late response 😊

Beautiful and emotive songwriting Brian👏🙂

this is really pure and clear. You deliver a powerful message in a way that's clean and poetic. Distilled is the word that springs to mind.

@progrockdan1: my recordings were very crude...but glad you liked the sentiment, Dan

TRUTH music yes soon it is time to go!!! SOTDD 

Oh the HEART in this, great to come back to.

Brian Peters - The Song Man

In 1771 in the fens of Cambridgeshire a miller manages to escape the smoking paws of Black Shuck , but at what cost ? If anyone could bluff Shuck it be a miller I suppose. Cautionary note , this is a true story.
https://youtu.be/j54v4pA5sPg

A Brush with Black Shuck (Video on You Tube)

Long time ago in the Scottish Highlands. A tribe that lives in a rough and harsh surrounding, strengthened over generations by the unfriendly environment. The borders of the tribes territory are not exactly known. In particular, in the North, the saying goes that vast areas of unoccupied lands will belong to those that first dare to claim it. So a small troup of currageous military men sets foot to the Northern Frontier ...

Composition-wise: The piece explores the change of atmosphere when the same motive is played with different accompaniments. The same theme can be found for instance @ 0:00 ff,  0:23 ff and 1:05 ff. The accompaniment increases in intensity and rhythm for these three instances, ranging from a meditative intro over a – to my ears – tribal dance or chant towards a first  climax of the piece which might make a good soundtrack for a battle in the Scottish Highlands. The track then settles down to the second theme @ 1:33 which again is repeated with much more agitated accompaniment @ 1:55 ff. 

While the track is in general in 4/4, it raises the tension by sometimes breaking the metrum into more unconventional rhythmic structures. This holds in particular for @ 0:46 ff where the metrum changes to a succession of ¾, 4/4, ¾, 6/4, 6/4, 4/4, ¾, 4/4, ¾, ¾, ¾ and then reverts to the original 4/4. Also @ 2:09  there is in insert of a ¾ bar and at the very end @ 2:30, there is a 2/4 break just before the final chord. 

I did some Youtube Shorts in Case with more details on some composition tweaks that I used in this track:
Varying the Accompaniment: https://youtube.com/shorts/7HAWSz2Mg14?feature=share
Breaking the metric structure: https://youtube.com/shorts/tUvaq8D6nUo?feature=share
Ligature Bows: https://youtube.com/shorts/-WBf6Du040g?feature=share
Keeping the attention until the end: https://youtube.com/shorts/qnJl5BQ4yxU?feature=share


The track has been recorded on a Roland FP-90 and mastered in Cubase by adding  reverb, a Stereo enhancer and fiddling a bit with the EQ. 
The picture was created with Stable Diffusion. 

The track can also be found at 
Youtube (including the scores): https://youtu.be/FIQZc7JakvQ
Spotify: spotify:album:5YG7dpoBElKImcbmX7eWTU

The Northern Frontier

The Northern Frontier (Solo Piano)

Words I never thought I would have to write.

The great eSyrup, Thom Palumbo has tragically left us.
I am heartbroken. He has been a frequent collaborator and loyal correspondent over the last ten years. When I play guitar, I think of him and whether he would like it. When I write, I imagine his reaction. And now he is gone. He achieved his lifelong ambition of returning to Maine to live over the last few weeks. I was so proud he had done it. I had hoped for more of his time, his music and his humour. An incredible man.

We never met, but we had an uncanny connection. This was done but not finished nearly six years ago, in December 2017. Life and stuff got in the way. Time was our only enemy and sadly a cruel one.

Please listen to his fantastic legacy here and appreciate his beautiful art 
https://soundcloud.com/esyrup

Released with kind permission from David - I thank you and salute you.

Hedd, perfaith hedd, cariad

Be good

Nick

All other instruments - Thom
Guitars  - Nick

Pic: https://www.terragalleria.com/index.html

In Loving Memory Of ESyrup (Thom) - ESyrup and Nicholas Ridiculous

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

FEBRUARY  from WINTER-A SYMPHONIC POEM

Gear / Paploviante 
Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering 
BPM 120
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Gear - Paploviante

the captain, mad captain
he told the men his plans
and then they went out stealing things
so they could rule these lands

they stole four antique cannons from the castle
hijacked a truckload of metal from the factory
they stole a jet engine from the old air force base
the mad captain nodded satisfactorily

they welded the metal into a battering ram
and the big jet engine was for extra speed
cannons armed in every direction
the mad captain had returned to the sea (x2)

they were a terror in the open waters
they’d sink any ship that they saw
and with their jet engine, they were able to avoid apprehension
and stay a step ahead of the law

vengeance in the form of a storm
came rolling across the sea
the mad captain pulled his eyes from the sky
he’d seen more than he wanted to see
"all hands below deck", the captain roared
"tie yourself down so you don’t go overboard"
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bass, piano, beatbox, guitar and vocals by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman, pretzels malone)
drums from my cheap old digitech bp90 bass pedal
thunderstorm field recording by Arnaud Coutancier www.freesound.org/people/arnaud%20coutancier/
additional sound effects supplied by @pliable-tones
drums/bass/bass/piano recorded on 4-track cassette / vocals and beatbox added using Audacity.

the mad captain (on speed)

an unexpected leap to Sapporo, at 140 bpm

more images here:
 https://www.instagram.com/p/CpU80y7r-gG/?img_index=3

and a video here:
https://www.instagram.com/p/C3Altd5NlzN/
https://www.tiktok.com/@rollocarpenter/video/7332497680737799457
https://youtu.be/2sEpdzhEB4o

Sapporo

Après avoir découvert cette voix atypique sur ce site, DelhyA ( @user-945711181 ) a accepté de partager cette aventure musicale avec enthousiasme et gentillesse. Le concept que je vous propose d'écouter ici, vous permettra d'entrevoir toutes ses particularités vocales et de parolière. N'hésitez pas à parcourir sa page musicale, où vous découvrirez son talent éclectique. Une prévision de moments d'écoute agréable.

Échos d'Automne

"Si l’automne vient surprendre les amants que juillet a laissés « naufragés »
C est le temps des regrets, le temps dépassé: celui de tout donner, il faut abandonner.
(All summer can bring may just leave in autumn with a breeze)
Le temps d’une larme,le temps d’un regard, il est déjà trop tard…
Le temps des silences, de l’indifférence, puis de l’évidence que le Doré vire au Noir…
C’est le mois des “mais”, le mois des “mais “, plus de mois de mai…du mois d’aimer!
Le temps de l’automne, le temps où tout détonne, le temps désormais se conjugue au passé
Le temps des tourmentes, le temps de ne plus prétendre,
Le temps le temps qui court et qui s arrête et puis…
Le temps,qui s en va, qui s en va, qui s en va, tout se fane!
Le temps de s’entendre, le temps de se comprendre, le temps d’apprendre, le temps dépassé, le temps des regrets, de tout donner!" ....

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Echoes of Autumn ....

After discovering this atypical voice on this site, DelhyA ( @user-945711181 ) agreed to share this musical adventure with enthusiasm and kindness. The concept I'm offering you to listen to here will give you a glimpse of all her vocal and lyricist particularities. Don't hesitate to browse through her music page, where you'll discover her eclectic talent. A forecast of pleasant listening moments.

"If autumn comes to surprise lovers that July left "shipwrecked"
It is the time of regrets, the time exceeded: that of giving everything, we must give up.
(All summer can bring may just leave in autumn with a breeze)
The time of a tear, the time of a look, it's already too late
The time of silences, indifference, then evidence that gold turns dark
It is the month of "buts", the month of "buts", no more months of May... the month of love!
The time of autumn, the time when everything stands out, time is now combined with the past
The time of torments, the time to no longer pretend,
Time the time that runs and stops and then
Time, who goes, who goes, who goes, everything fades!
The time to wait, the time to understand each other, the time to learn, the time exceeded, the time of regrets, to give everything!" ....

Échos d'Automne .... With DelhyA

We welcome your feedback!

Composed, produced & performed by Srouly Frank

Just You And Me

Just You and me

I really love it when things come together quickly. Daniel contacted me two weeks ago, and suggested a collaboration. This song immediately came to me, and I sent him a recording a few days later. He then added his magical instrumentation and backing vocals. I am so grateful to him for his wonderful talent and input on this. Thank you, Daniel!

I also asked my niece, Judith, to provide the artwork. It includes a photo of my dad, and the sheet of his favourite song. Thank you, Judith!

In remembrance of my dad - this Christmas Eve will be 3 years since his passing. Thanks for listening.

Daniel Lockhart: strings, violins, added vocals, harmonium, slide lead guitar, hollow body guitar, accordion 
Me: vocals, acoustic guitars, bass
Judith Joshua: artwork
video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V2VyqmvdRo&index=1&list=UUDAJEffE-Nk6zs4eYTrNEgg

Birds of Heaven (Brian Peters)

Not another story
Of princes, crowns and glory
Kingdoms rise and fall
To a Jester’s call
Where Man does not belong
There’s a chapel here
A burned-out tabernacle here
Where a Sliding Stone
Makes a passing home
For the birds of heaven

Now the Archer’s leaving
The arrow’s arc receding
Bleary harmonies
Set in broken keys
Are rolling out a song
Thru’ the fallow fields
Spins a Piper’s reel
And Time is gain
On a rusty chain
For the birds of heaven

There’s an open door
Fading lines along the shore
And flying high
In a bluer sky
Are the birds of heaven

Birds Of Heaven (w Daniel Lockhart)

vid link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3Tw7pYMhAQ

Wonders Will Never Cease (Brian Peters)

As long as I can make amends
And turn an enemy into a friend
As long as I in love defend the peace
Wonders will never cease

As long as I can take a stand
And hold a fallen brother by the hand
As long as I can see that man increase
Wonders will never cease
-
I’m calling you
There’s a better way
I’m calling you
There’s a better way
-
As long as I can heal a wrong
Uplift the weak and purify the strong
As long as I embrace the very least
Wonders will never cease
Wonders will never cease

Wonders Will Never Cease

This song was written coming up to the 19th anniversary of Stephen Biko's death in detention. I'd visited St. Stephen's Green in Dublin, where the last hanging took place, and that prompted the title. I'd also been musing on the death of Saint Steven, the first Christian martyr. All of these various ideas informed the lyric.

Vid Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phlGdpXHuUc&feature=youtu.be

Saint Stephen(Brian Peters)

There’s a wicked wind behind me
And it’s coming on down
And it’s breathing air reminds me
There’s blood on the ground
And I’m sleeping on an old lullabye
And I’m reaching between earth and sky

Now there’s a wall between us
You’re on one side
You have already seen us
There’s no place to hide
And I’m standing at the wrong end of the line
And I ain’t got a dime
-
Some people never wonder about things they’ve seen
Some people never worry, some people never dream
-
Well the shadows of the evening
They come to me now
And they’re calling Saint Stephen
To come on back down
There’ve been twenty hard years on the plough
And plenty of tears have been sown

I can feel Saint Stephen
He walks like a ghost
And his nails are uneven
His eyes they are lost
And he’s looking for a home in the world
And he’s caught between heaven and earth

Saint Stephen

Pravinand and I were in his front garden, overlooking the roads of our neighbourhood, when these first lines came to me. I went indoors and started composing this on his piano, before taking it home to finish it off.

vid link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7PfVsJq7UY&feature=c4-overview&list=UUDAJEffE-Nk6zs4eYTrNEgg

When The Healing Starts (Brian Peters)

There’s an asphalt highway burning
All the numbers are lost
No friends and no enemies returning
To the snake on the cross
And I am on the assembly line
Like a body of spare parts
And I’m waiting for the time
When the healing starts

The spirit touches the water
Once in a very long time
There’s fumes in the heart of the city
Cars backed up over a mile
Old men with broken bodies
Lovers with broken hearts
In restless dreams where God is
When the healing starts
-
Wise men, they follow their conscience
Children, they follow the rules
Me, I’m just in between them
I’m always somebody’s fool
-
The neon ladies are sparking
The suicide’s out on a ledge
Two hundred feet to the parking
It’s the thin edge of the wedge
Lies don’t hurt nobody
Truth don’t hit the mark
Everything’s now under study
When the healing starts
-
Temptation’s ‘round every corner
Prejudice over my back
Pride is on my shoulder
Deceit won’t cover the track
-
I’ve seen your face on the cover
Of some mag on a newspaper stand
Everyone’s got to go somewhere
You did the best that you can
Now the power pylons are falling
The streets are deserted and dark
I’ll see you in the morning
When the healing starts

When The Healing Starts

During Apartheid-era South Africa it was quite common for the regime to use the death penalty as a way of eliminating or scaring off opposition. That history has largely turned me against capital punishment. This is dedicated to those prisoners-of-conscience who made the ultimate sacrifice!

vid link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCxWnkrqlxI&feature=youtu.be

Death Row (Brian Peters)

See yourself in the water
Feel the grains of sand beneath your feet
Whirling up in form superior
Enthralling me with majesty

Natural is and natural let it be
We live or we die beneath the sacred tree
Life is just a mist
Soon it’s time to go
Spare my little kid
Waiting on Death Row

To each his own and all for all
Provided we can live in honesty
Perversion comes to turn the mind
Away from man’s equality

Natural is and natural let it be
We live or we die beneath the sacred tree
Life is just a mist
Soon it’s time to go
Spare my little kid
Waiting on Death Row

Death Row

Hello everyone! I've been here since July 2012. 
I hope you enjoy these songs. Thank you for listening!

A playlist: https://soundcloud.com/johnny-minstrel/sets/brian-peters-the-song-man
My Kids: https://soundcloud.com/levana-and-jehan-peters

Those I've collaborated with, or who have covered my songs:

http://soundcloud.com/johnny-minstrel
https://soundcloud.com/john-hollingum
http://soundcloud.com/cindyeichardt
http://soundcloud.com/johnson-ramm
http://soundcloud.com/jordan-cannady
http://soundcloud.com/riccicoughlin
http://soundcloud.com/sunnidayz
http://soundcloud.com/pau-14
http://soundcloud.com/philipbridle
http://soundcloud.com/kobe-akita
http://soundcloud.com/experimentator
http://soundcloud.com/vladaroo
http://soundcloud.com/hebikjoudaar
http://soundcloud.com/rustystringz
http://soundcloud.com/chrisscheri
http://soundcloud.com/van-gabriel
http://soundcloud.com/spaghetti-hillbillies
http://soundcloud.com/deephod
http://soundcloud.com/tolu_lope
http://soundcloud.com/milanazilnik
https://soundcloud.com/the-searchers
https://soundcloud.com/fernando-gonzalo
https://soundcloud.com/jrcros
https://soundcloud.com/emerfox
https://soundcloud.com/krum41
https://soundcloud.com/joakimlartey
https://soundcloud.com/ofemi
https://soundcloud.com/chrisliving
https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1
https://soundcloud.com/textosh
https://soundcloud.com/sciencebase
https://soundcloud.com/lonesomedstringband
https://soundcloud.com/hilary-dirlam?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0
https://soundcloud.com/the-celturian?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0
https://soundcloud.com/raging-rausch
https://soundcloud.com/user-996383829
https://soundcloud.com/user-53145152-479345033

I'm a singer-songwriter from Durban, South Africa. Having being raised in the church I was advantaged with a ready-made audience. Their kindness, patience and ecouragement gave me the confidence to improve my songwriting and to take it quite seriously. At times when the lyrics had a touch of controversy, they never thought it scandalous, which further encouraged me to write on social issues, love songs, and songs with just a story. 
By my mid-teens I was heavily influenced by the hippy gospel songwriter Larry Norman, which may explain why into my 50's I still have long hair! Through his music I learned that songs do have a greater purpose. 
As a young upstart I was blessed with a kind and forgiving congregation. Today I'm blessed with a very tolerant family and a bunch of great friends. I love what I do!



Death Row

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