Always great to hear your songs, great stuff.

Love that minimal piano...love the empty space....gives room for that cool vocal.

Great song, my muse has been missing recently. Beautiful musical interludes!

Bravo, another short and sweet gem that aptly sums it all up. Such command of the moment...Durge

Such a classy, witty and perfectly pitched composition. Love the sparse instrumentation, the eloquent, succinct lyrics, even the choice of photo. And your comment below is the cherry on the cake : )

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Steinway Acoustic Piano Background. Harp Background. Bowed Acoustic Bass. String Quartet Chamber. Cello. 1st & 2nd Violins. Chamber music strings. Percussion Trap drum set. Congas. Djembe & Tablas.

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It felt more in keeping with the lyric to mark time during what was suppose to be a solo, odd thing to do, I know, but muses can be so stubborn!

https://youtu.be/p9_e06tByaY
Photo: The art of waiting by IGNANT

The muse packed her suitcase and left
‘Antoine, you’re not one of the best’
And I went ‘boo-hoo’ 
I knew it was true
I guess

She says ‘What’s that in your throat?’
And ‘Why ya playing bum notes?’
Does she think I don’t know
A ‘re’ from a ‘do’
What a mess!

Gonna wait for this doorbell to ring
And maybe this canary will sing
But don’t hold your breath
It hasn’t rung yet
But who knows?
Who knows?

The Muse Packed Her Suitcase And Left

Drums: David Lopez
All other instruments: Sam Reaver

Stock crash middle class 
Counterfeit crime of a century
Cutthroat don’t choke
Better him than you on the brink

Cool breeze charismatic
Grave robbing scam of a century
Drill baby thrill baby
Burning up an Anthropocene

It’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony
It’s been a long time since I realized I couldn’t relate
I’ve been craning my neck trying to see if there’s a sign that was meant for me I said it’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony

Bring it back

Pill-poppin priest talkin trash 
Through the crash of a century
Blind luck dumb fuck 
Jamming up the waves on my scene

Flip top shock jock 
Certified creep of a century
I see you don’t know how to read
But you write like you know what it means

It’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony
It’s been a long time since I realized I couldn’t relate
I’ve been craning my neck trying to see if there’s a sign that was meant for me. I said it’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony

Bring it back

Lost in a Symphony

Recorded / mixed: Audacity
Guitar: Cort MR710 LH NS
Mic: Rhode USB Mini
Effects: Clock ticking / Laptop Keyboard

Lyrics:
If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

There comes a time in every man's life
When the words won't flow and the melody slows
There comes a time when day turns to night 
And the flame once so bright is nowhere in sight

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

Please don't go
You'll never know
That every time I clear my mind
You're the only one I find

Disconnected and tone deaf
Emotionally worth less
Wondering what will be left
I fill my life with emptiness

Remembering your touch
I couldn't get enough
Now it doesn't even matter
No it doesn't matter

Cos if he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

Don't stop singing
Never stop 
Never stop

© Tam Hastings, Ben-Tam Jennifer, 2022

Don't Stop Singing

Don't Stop Singing (2023)

Hey… thanks for dropping by. This is a simple Blues song. Songs, such as this, happen when I find myself in a songwriting slump. Lack of inspiration and ideas exacerbate the situation, pushing me back to the Blues. I grumpily relent then wallah, a song. And what better Blues theme than relationships? Seems I mine that gold often, which maybe says more about me than I’d like to reveal. But who cares? It’s the Blues. Here, Winter will not let go. Bitter, unrelenting winds, near horizontal snowfall, and minus 18F tonight. I looked outside this morning and a rabbit was waiting by the front door for me to put some carrots out. All the birds were hunkered down in thick pines, except for some ravens scavenging the neighborhood. There were some high flying geese as well, that flew by. They always seem to panic in the frigid weather. It almost sounds like they’re honking… ‘let’s get outta here.’ I don’t blame them. The deer are more wary now for some reason, and I only see their frozen tracks and fresh tree/sapling rubbings. I wrapped a couple trees to protect them, buried others in snow, but left 4 where they had scraped the bark bare. I will probably have to cut those trees down, but will wait to see if they survive. After getting some garden carrots for the rabbit, I decided to shovel some snow and work on my ice beard. It was cold enough today that condensation from my breath froze on my beard. They have an ice beard competition here and post pics of the best ones. There are some maniacs who stay out in the cold to ‘grow’ solid ice beards, and a chance at winning. Some have icicles hanging off their chin. No cheating with pouring water on your beard. Just having snow blowing into your beard along with some condensation from breathing. I let my face thaw out, when I came inside. Later in the afternoon… I walked down the the mailbox in the wind and there were tiny little horizontal icicles on the latch. I had to walk around a semi truck, completely blocking the road. The truck driver tried to turn onto our street and got stuck in a deep snowdrift. A neighbor came down and pulled the semi out with his tractor. I watched for a bit, then headed home. So now I am glad I am inside. Take care, Mark

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Wrong Turn Blues

River And Falls

Delighted to team up once again with my good friend & synthmeister extraordinaire, John Buckle (https://soundcloud.com/john-buckle-166792889) for the next track in our Elvenland Saga.

In Chapter Two, left alone and imprisoned, Raewyn laments her fate. But as the storm hits, in the distance she hears the horn of Gildor, the Elven leader. Can she finally have faith that freedom is nigh?

John Buckle: Synths, Mood Sound Layering
Electrometis: Original composition, mix/master
Vocals: Ghosthack

Free download if you like it :)

Thank you for listening ♥

Elvenland #2 - The Faith

Elvenland #2 - The Faith (feat. John Buckle)

Collaboration Jam with Roy Roy. Song base originated and written by Roy Roy. Great ambient background song for perhaps a pleasure drive or grilling in the back yard. Thank you for listening!

Artwork: A drawing by Roy Roy!

Roy Roy's Soundcloud page: https://on.soundcloud.com/1GuUM

When the Music Ends (collab - Roy Roy)

I miss the days / Paploviante
Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Vocals:  Alley from Ghosthack www.Ghosthack.de
Lyrics:: „I miss the days“

Verse One
Sunday turned into Friday 
I spent 5 days
Hiding
Trying everything to forget you
Trying to get back to my youth

Pre - Chorus
Oh, 
how things have changed
I’ve fallen from grace
I miss the days
When it was just me
Before I met you
Before I got all these wounds

Chorus
you said
I’ll love you always
But always is a promise
That no one can keep
Thought you were the one in my dreams
Guess I’ll just keep fantasizing

Verse Two
Im awake at 2am
In a cold sweat
Cause the bed 
Gets colder and colder 
Dont know what I’m doing
It’s so confusing
Can’t find my footing

I Miss The Days - Paploviante

# acoustic
I am happy to play in an ensemble with Francesco again.

violin - Rosin Dust
all guitars, double bass - Francesco Cartocci

Here is wonderful music of Francesco
@francescocartocci

Here are our other collaborations:
@ soundcloud.com/rosindust/sets/grazie-francesco

La Primavera - with Francesco Cartocci

Groovin The Moves - Remastered

Piano player, singer,  righteous upright bass & concatenator of disparate factors.

The Muse Packed Her Suitcase And Left

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