Shifty 6.1 a1 64 bpm take 1 81825

stortion 50 bpm sept 2 take 1

Runx3 7 50 bpm take 1 8325

My wife happened to walk in as I was working on posting this and saw the title  and I got in trouble. Of course, it wasn't about my lovely wife. Be careful what you title your work, I guess. In reality it's just an instrumental track about this mortal coil of ours. Always, always, always love working with the hugely talented Mr. Gary Rees!!! @gary-rees-since-87

Your Spark Is Gone | Belial Pelegrim & Gary Rees

The lyric here is a slightly tongue-in-cheek reflection on a variety of possible issues. I was going to rewrite it to something a bit less depressing, but figured that the music suited it.

Artwork by Atlas Cedar using photographs obtained from Unsplash.com
Used under Creative Commons license

Music and lyrics by Atlas Cedar

Requiem

Written and recorded 15/16th August 2020

My first post-lockdown 'one-weekend' song...

The lyric is based on my experience of visiting the Fushimi Inari shrine in Kyoto in 2018, a magical day that I will never forget.

Photography by Chris Syme

Lyrics:
At the foot of the mountain
I contemplate the journey I'll make
To be enlightened
To be enlightened

I never doubted
That this would be the fate that I'd face
Gateway to Heaven
Now and forever

At the foot of the mountain
I find I'm in a dream-like state
Tranquil and silent
Into the silence

Foot Of The Mountain

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco

As Above So Below

Siriso

With huge respect to Freddie King & Magic Sam!
Hope you enjoy this!
Thanks for listening.

San-Ho-Zay (Freddie King cover) [for stereo]

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

poderosa colaboração com minha grande irmã!
invocação natural

Lyrics(Many Roots)Mariam Zohra @myrhyum <3<3<3

there's so many roads
there's so many roads
there's so many, ah yeah ah so many roads
so many roads
they all lead back to back to back to one!
one!
they all lead back to one back to one
to one

there's so many many roads back to o

they all lead back to one
one one one

.....

oh one destination, many roots, many roots
they lead back to one
there's so many roads
they all lead back to one
so, so

there's so many roads they all lead back to one
destination many routes, back to one
oh one destination they all lead lead back to one
destination oh one destination many routes
many roots
yes yes
many routes
yeah
one
many roots

Many Roots ft. Myrh

Martin Hirsch is a collaborator friend of mine on SC he asked if I could compose a song for a family member who has been diagnosed with a terrible disease.
She is only sixteen and has been given a 50/50 chance.
I was taken by his grief for this young girl and I was honored that he asked me to compose a song for her.
My thought's prayers and well wishes are with his family and Christine.

11/November/2020

Christine (Lyrics by Martin Hirsch)

Born in México City in 1955, started playing at an early age. In Mexico, I played with bands like  "Atrás del Cosmos", "Queso Sagrado", " Broken Heart", "Decibel", "Bardo Thodol", "Kathmandu Ensemble", Silent Light. In New York City I played with Bands like, "King"s East", "In The Service Of", "Fist of Facts", "Desire", "Dense Undergrowth"," "Matahari", "Like Wow", "Devil's Breakfast", "Muse Mob", "Atlantis 3000", "Monster", "Zenith", "Andromeda Crash" "Night Shade", I also collaborated with Hector Zazou, Harold Budd, Elliott Levin, Dennis Charles, Tetsu Inoue, Bettina Koster. Barbara Gogan, Salvatore Principato, Ken Man, Scott Hartley, Thomas Truax and many others. For many years I also wrote Jingles for a lot of products like Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Mc Donalds, Toyota, Kodak, Payless Shoes, Rothman's, Salsa Tabasco, JC Penny, Liberty Science Center, American Heart Association, MCI, Reebok, AT&T, Fanta, Play Movil, etc, I also made music for Viacom writing music for cartoon networks, Bravo TV, Chanel 1, and MTV. Also wrote music for Bill Moyers (PBS)and also for Fax TV in Germany.