Here is  "The Drifter"
A collaboration between Dairv Dubbleyew, Jimmy Rivas and myself.
As I was out at sea with my boat earlier this summer a fast was boat heading against me, it was the police.
 They stopped me and asked me  if I had been drifting?
 I usually  turn of the engine to let the boat go drifting while fishing
So now I want to thank the police for giving me the title of the song
  I am The Drifter. SOS
Jimmy did the lyrics and also his awesome vocals
Dave added  his brilliant guitars . Beside he did the production with mixing and mastering
Jimmy Rivas: Vocal, vocal composition and lyrics @j-rivas
Dairv Dubbleyew: Mix and mastering, Electric guitars and guitar compositions, flute and drums @dairv-dubbleyew
Torbjørn Vagle: Instrumental composition, el piano, keyboards and bass
Photo: Torbjørn Vagle
Cover design: Dairv Dubbleyew

The Drifter (Jimmy Rivas, Dairv Dubbleyew and Torbjørn Vagle)

Another song dedicated to the Simpsons character Barney Gumble.  Hope you enjoy.

Oh Oh My Heart Stopped

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
_________
Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

Harlequin    
(Words Richsoundz, Music John Stone)

V1:
Call it kismet, call it luck
Everything just meshed
I was drifting, ever-shifting
Never knew where I'd be next

V2:
Like autumn leaves you came to me
Upon a timely breeze
Never thought I'd make sound gestures
But I'm down on bended knee


Ch1:
You're a riot of bright colours
Streaming from above
Like after a stormy sky
Your hues are vibrant, full of love
Never dreamed I'd find your kind
And your heart I'd win
You're my Rainbow Girl and favourite Harlequin


  V3:
You're the best thing that could happen
To my solitude
Ain't no other can compare
In stirring both my soul and mood
:
Colours are your trademark
With little black and white 
Rich and deep, just like your feelings
Lush and vivid, through the night
Grey's a hue that you don't do:
So featureless and pale
You're my priceless work of art but on a grander    scale

Ch1:
You're a riot of bright colours
Streaming from above
Like after a stormy sky
Your hues are vibrant, full of love
Never dreamed I'd find your kind
And your heart I'd win
You're my Rainbow Girl and favourite Harlequin

Harlequin (Richsoundz+John Stone)

Vidéo YouTube : https://youtu.be/xpmxidMUL8g
 
Roots  (Racines : à la suite en Français )

My dear brother , my Theo 
Thank you for your letter and the bill but it's too much
Since things are going well for you and yours 
What do we have to do with what is less so?
My dear brother , my Theo
You have your share in my work, my paintings 
which in the debacle keep their calm, and that's beautiful!

I risk my life in my work
my reason has half melted away.
I've already had bouts of madness
my condition must have worsened.

My dear brother, my Theo 
I'm a burden to you, for me it's too much 
You owe it to your son, to your family 
my painting will never be a source of profit. 
 
My dear brother , my Théo  
I'm sending you "Roots", my last painting.
I'm going to finish it with my blood
then die at the Ravoux: it's high time.


I'm risking my life for my work
my reason has half melted.
I've already had bouts of madness
my condition is only getting worse.  

My dear brother Theodore
lying beside me, what a comfort
you have joined me now in Auvers
where we rest, my brother, two feet under!

My work cost me my life
my sanity melted away
I had many fits of madness
my state was desperate.


Racines 

Mon cher frère , mon Théo 
Merci de ta lettre et du billet mais c’est trop
Puisque cela va bien  pour toi et les tiens 
Qu’avons nous à faire de ce qui l’est moins ?
Mon cher frère , mon Théo
Tu as  ta part dans mon oeuvre , mes tableaux 
qui dans la débâcle gardent leur calme , et c’est beau !

Mon travail à moi j’y risque ma vie
ma raison y a fondu à moitié .
J’ai déjà eu des accès de folie
mon état a du s’aggraver .

Mon cher frère , mon Théo 
Je suis une charge pour toi , pour moi s’en est trop 
Tu te dois à ton fils , à ta famille 
ma peinture ne sera jamais une source de profit . 
 
Mon cher frère , mon Théo  
je t’envoie  « Racines «  mon dernier tableau .
Je vais le terminer avec mon sang
puis mourrir chez les Ravoux  : il est grand temps .


Mon travail à moi j’y risque ma vie
ma raison y a fondu à moitié .
J’ai déjà eu des accès de folie
mon état ne fait que s’aggraver .  

Mon cher frère Theodore
allongé près de moi , quel réconfort
tu m’as rejoint à présent à Auvers
où nous reposons , mon frère , deux pieds sous terre !

Mon travail à moi m’a couté la vie
ma raison y a fondu en entier
J’ai eu de nombreux accès de folie
mon état était désespéré .

Racines (translated in description )

Lyrics:

I'm rubbing salt in the wounds
Of ready salty moods
You're doin my head in
It's festering and stewing
Can you please talk without chewing
We're covered in Salt
We're covered in Salt
We're covered in Salt

Salt, salt
Is all that there is
If it hurts sometimes
It's worth it for just one little kiss

Salt, salt
Is all that exists
Seasoning
To make it taste even more exquisite

I go up to my room
Decompress with some choones
Pushing all your buttons
Is making me rotten
Now I'm kicking off my old boots
They're covered in salt
They're covered in salt
They're covered in salt

Salt, salt
Is all that there is
If it hurts sometimes
It's worth it for just one little kiss

Salt, salt
Is all that exists
Seasoning
To make it taste even more exquisite

Old arguments need drafting (and redrafting)
Gonna ignore you half the afternoon (and morning)
And I'm pouring salt before asking (without tasting)
I'd apologise but it's way too soon

And we're covered in 
Salt, salt
Is all that there is
If it hurts sometimes
It's worth it for just one little kiss

Salt, salt
Is all that exists
Seasoning
To make it taste even more exquisite

Salt, Salt, Salt. 

And you shimmer 
While you shine
It's a killer
Every time

And you shiver 
While you shake 
And you pour
Some salt to taste

Don't believe in what it feels to be 
What it feels to be without you
Don't believe in what it feels to be
What it feels to be without you
Don't believe in what it feels to be
What it feels to be without you

Salt

Those Eyes demo
Video - https://youtu.be/YJijirlXGl8
Recorded with Reaper
EZ Drummer 3
Emastered.com

An old Toast song that I re-worked
copyright 1995

Those Eyes

Lyrics:
Searching for a life, I’d relive twice
Tried to build, a lovely world
Through these eyes

It’s not as easy, as far as I see
Shifting tides, a crazy place
Through these times

If only I, could really fly
off the ground, a grand idea
Through the sky

Stayed living in, my simple mind
Walking down, an unlit path
Through the blinds

Unveil the universe
Conceal controversy
Reveal the true verse
Unreal testimony 

Cuz I, want the truth, no matter how it makes me feel
But my eyes are new, and I can’t see, what’s actually real
So, if I make mistakes, please show me how, to change my view
For its A great escape, programmed in me. To make it through

Unveil the universe
Conceal controversy
Reveal the true verse
Unreal testimony

Unveil The Universe (Demo)

Someone I recently met, but would consider a friend at this point, helped me with this song. I was in a really bad funk and having trouble making new songs. I asked for some help, and he showed up and was super supportive. I consider this a get back on track tune and it's very special to me. I hope you enjoy it! 

Lyrics:
Everybody has their dreams
Not thinking of all the others
Everybody has something
To accomplish for their mothers
Take a seat and think about it
Is your life not important
That you’d just fade away
Into the great unknown 

I often think of dying
And what it may bring
Life is so precious
But too often wasted
The moments tend to fade
Like boxes being stored away

Is it really worth dying for 
I try to remember, think of the good times
So easy to kill their dreams
Fragile memories, think of the children
Your time may have come and passed
But you can make moments last
Is it really worth going out that way

Remember the Good Times

Tornadoes Written by Drive By Truckers
Performed by Uwe Lauterbach

Tornadoes

Pretend We Just Met.WAV

I work as a nurse in the state of Florida and I love being there for people in need. My other true passion is making music. I'm kind of an amateur but I look forward to getting better and making the best music I can.

Most the songs I do in about a day and then move on. I don't have the skill to make them radio quality yet, but I hope with collaborating with others and making my own music I will learn some skills along the way. I don't focus on perfection, I focus on emotion and try to put feeling into my music.

Also, I love to get lost in other peoples work, I will often play video games while listening to a bunch of someone else's works and commenting on the ones I like the most, not all though, don't wanna seem like a stalker, unless you like that of course.

Been feeling a little burnt out lately, so if I'm not responsive please don't take it personal. Having to work OT to keep the family afloat, so I haven't had time for music and when I do have any time I'm just too exhausted. I definitely want to make more it brings me a lot of joy to make music. At the same time it is very taxing, reaching into the depths can sometimes cause unwanted feelings to linger longer than they should. Anyway, I love all the support you have all sent my way. See ya around!

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