Like the drum programming, love the guitar and synth work! lo-fi punk rock!

Spaced out and slightly disturbing,this is a very clever composition

A grand vista and a ranging scope of cinematic sounds.

EP A10
https://akitomisaki.bandcamp.com/album/a10

ead #10

I recently listened, enthralled, to a wonderful piece of music here on SC, encapsulating Seagull's childhood memories of boats and the sea, produced in collaboration with David and his guitar artistry.  Having grown up on the banks of a river on the edge of the North Sea in a culture where fishing was an integral part of the local DNA, I enthused about the music; it absolutely captured the essence of sea salt in the air, and the dreams and memories it evokes.  I was thrilled therefore when David came up with a suggestion.....

Seagull, David, thank you so much for allowing me to add my own little nuance to this work;  I'm very proud indeed to be part of the result.

Listen to more of Seagull's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio  and David's here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

The photo is of herring boats at the quayside in North Shields, at the mouth of the River Tyne, England, around the turn of the last century.
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My sanctuary from archive gleans
The gentle times, wherein my mind 
Recalls a childhood spent in dreams
Of bobbing boats on ocean spied.

Here, the call of a benevolent sea
The briny, perfumed honesty
Of adolescent memories.

But whence this salty desert sea
Where once the skinny trawler plied?
Plastic water ocean streams
Where finny, swimmy fish should lie.

Silenced of the chuggy motors
Decimated by their quotas
Where the haddock, cod and herring bloaters?

The factory ships that hoovered clean
Of scaly friends the sea main wide.
Its cheaply speckled high protein
Squandered as the herring gull cried.

Where the fishers, where the boats?
Where the nets, and yellow rubber coats?
Where the pots, and lines and corky floats?

...wherein my mind 
Recalls a childhood spent in dreams
Of bobbing boats on ocean spied.
Why, they set sail for the past it seems,
Upon tomorrow's ebbing tide.

Childhood Memory - Seagull, David, Peter

Copyright Tim Hardin (Mercury) / Vocal Copyright Nat Daniels 2022
Gentle Rain Records
* Lyrics revised to create Bridge - by Nat Daniels
Performed & Produced - Nat Daniels 

Lyrics:

Reason to Believe

Lyrics

 
If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still, I look to find a reason to believe

Someone like you makes it hard to live without
Somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never think about myself

If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still, I look to find a reason to believe

Someone like you makes it easy to live without
Somebody else
Someone like you makes it hard to give
* And with it all the hope I felt 

Bridge - By Nat Daniels
Your words are sweet but your heart is cold
Behind your smile, I see your soul,
But Nothing I do is ever enough
You criticise and control and call it love.. 
... it isn't love...

If I listen long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still, I look to find a reason to believe
Still, I look to find a reason to believe..

Reason to Believe

Reason To Believe (Cover)

First time to work with Tea R. Sea with just the two of us, and it turned out great.     He wrote this one and I added the guitar.  I'm very much looking forward to working together again!

Watered Down - with Tea R. Sea

Dear friends - a little song about our little ones (in Swedish).
The melody has been approved by my lovely little granddaughter Greta!
Today, June 6, 2023, is a big day for Sweden. We are celebrating the 500th anniversary of our country in its current form. It feels good!
Approximate translation into English below:

What amuses Children

What amuses children
it is not easy to understand
but the reality is
that it is good when the children smile

To swing really high against the sky
so that the world changes
it can be upside down
and then the children laugh out loud

When the children feel bad
and when life feels so sad
then it sometimes helps
when grandpa reads them a fairy tale

In this modern age
there have been things that are fun
and which opens up our world
with pictures from a distant land

I know kids like animals
both small ones and those you can ride on
and when the children hug them
then both animals and children enjoy it

In Swedish:
Vad roar Barn

Vad är det som roar barn
det är inte lätt att förstå
men verkligheten är
att det är bra när barnen ler

Att gunga riktigt högt emot skyn
så att världen ändrar sig
den kan bli upp och ner
och då skrattar barnen högt

När barnen känner sig dåliga
och när livet känns så trist
då hjälper det ibland
när morfar läser en saga för dom

I denna moderna tid
det har kommit grejer som är kul
och som öppnar våran värld
med bilder från ett fjärran land

Jag vet att barn gillar djur
både små och dom man kan åka på
och när barnen kramar dom
då njuter både djur och barn

Vad roar Barn (What amuses Kids)(Lyrics in English below)

Bravery - Danny Darko ft jova Radevska 1st remix idea by

piano djembe improvisation midsummer

Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches a.k.a. Jo Richter (@sonic-textures) wrote a series of 13 poems or cantos collectively titled Departure. He shared the texts with me, Stonerjazz, and Re-Evolution Cafe Orchestra and we have been working on the project of bringing them alive with music and soundscapes. We are hoping more SC artists will join us! Please reach out if you're interested in doing a reading. Check out the full playlist of Cantos so far here: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/departure-a-long-poem-in

On this track, the poem is read by Jo. He also created much of the soundscape. I contributed the bassier and more synthetic sounding parts.

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

Departure: Canto IV w/ sonic structures and silent stretches

Made with Ardour, Rosegarden, Qsynth, Rackarrack, AT1, Hydrogen on Ubuntu Studio.

Largely inspired by William Gibson.

Lyrics :
The terror trolls are shooting ya !
I know this meme for a long time
It is spreading like a rhyme
I feel the data flooding my brain
 
Hey Papa Legba ride me ya !
I'm going deeper in the Chiba station
I need some fix to going better
My last update is killing my mother
 
Let my life Away 
Papa Legba



When Papa Legba Rides Me In Cyber Dubai I am at Chiba station

HERE SHE COMES-THERE SHE GOES
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2015/2019/2020
Re-Mastered by Andrew Borderick OCT 2020

THEY WERE THE DAY'S WE'D GO OUT AND MEET ONE
A FRIEND AT THE BAR OR SWIMMING WITH YOU YOU YOU YOU
REMEMBER THE DAY'S OF THE OLD DUKE BOX
WHEN WE DANCED THAT NIGHT WHEN I MET YOU

GONE ARE THE DAY'S IT'S ALL ABOUT FACE'S
A CLICK ON THE NET AND I CATCH YOU YOU YOU YOU
MAY'BE WE'LL FALL IN TWO PLACE'S
TAKE A CHANCE ON YOU AND WHAT IS TRUE

HERE SHE COMES THERE SHE GOES

EVERYONE'S OUT FALLING ON THE WEEKEND
OTHER'S ARE HOME SURFING FOR YOU YOU YOU YOU
TAKE SOME TIME AND WE MIGHT BELIEVE IN
THAT SOMEDAY YOU'LL FIND THE ONE FOR YOU

HERE SHE COME'S THERE SHE GOES

Here she come's there she goes

HERE SHE COMES-THERE SHE GOES

La fureur du dragon

French Guy living in Japan. Home made sounds. 

If you are here, please listen to my 2 last collabs :
(1) https://soundcloud.com/kagayaku-hako/into-the-drive-master?si=6aaf33d8dbb2431fa58ade14b97ff972&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
(2) https://soundcloud.com/adrezonar/far-beyond-me-feat-buma?si=e0ac719caeac4ccb8f56f8d94fb59034&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

When Papa Legba Rides Me In Cyber Dubai I am at Chiba station

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