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Heart at Peace (by ClassicalGlass)

Best of the Cloud 05 02 2019

Folk & Singer-Songwriter

Love and Pain

Pathetique

Lyrics and vocals by Nic Evennett
Mixed by Adam Ellis

Stream it here:
https://songwhip.com/jimsanger/cloud-nine?fbclid=IwAR37ZsURw0tqeJtMGN6NUHQ7LjkFHQLPzwTUAb3SviSXcR1zou3zrzlsqBA

We are watching us ghost side,
There are clothes to be washed and hung from the line,
You are blurry and blue-eyed...
Chop the wood into diamonds on cloud nine.

Stir the pot, sing a lullaby,
While the angels around you scream 'Fire!'
For the child to beautify,
For the man to inearth every choir.
For the man to inearth every choir.

Find Nic here:

https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night

Album 'Waiting For The Leaves' out now.
https://nicevennett.bandcamp.com/album/waiting-for-the-leaves

Cloud Nine (feat. Nic Evennett)

Quiet Night on the Water

Phil Dupuis's Album

Destination Unknown

Nocturne No. 13

On a Distant Shore (Classical Glass and Annie Smart)

Enigma

A Winter's Tale

A Winter's Tale - 2nd Movement

A Winter's Tale - Final Movement

Elysian Fields

Music: Julien Morency

Thank you to @echosonica for writing a magnificent poem who describes perfectly the meaning of this piece of music.

Your soul ventures out to sea
setting sail on waves of night
rigging loose, sails held tight
on your lips a silent plea.

Nothing binds you to this shore
desert's every speck of sand
longing for a far-off land
oozing light from every pore.

Tide runs high, heart lies low
empty vessel filled with hope
beacons a way out to grope
still unbeaten by this blow.

Raging waves and howling wind
may fret out this burning heart,
tide rips may tear it apart
till the sails go down unpinned.

All the freer will it ride
thirsty waves drenched in moonlight
cutting through this shadowed plight
oars like wings unfurl and glide.

Waves of Night

The morning was bright and airy when i woke and the brilliant sunshine tempted me to go over our local woods, so i made myself some breakfast and headed out to take some photos of this wonderous sight, the birds were singing and the day felt positive and kewl, i found myself a nice place by a stream to chill and take some photos of this relaxing peacefull setting when there in the distance i could see there were 3 aliens dancing round the old oak tree, i rubbed my eyes and a shiver went down my spine, so with much nervous trepidation i wonderered over towards them with a giant smile upon my face, pointed my camera and i woke up two hours later in the undergrowth with a thunder storm brewing, suddenly a flying saucer raised up from the trees and speed off and was gone in a instant of the blink of my eye, did i capture this on camera as my cameras battery was now flat could it really be, i rushed off home wondering why i had a sore bottom and an itchy knee to check my pictures only to find my camera hadnt taken anything only the birds in the tree in this orginal electronic positive fun feeling chilled electro psychedelic dance alien encounter sci-fi journey! Hope you all have a top festive season and new year and maybe my last track of year! hehe! Cheers Peace :D

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The Encounter 👽

Remastered by Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans)
Please check the vocalized version https://soundcloud.com/user-713590138/after-midnight

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After The Midnight

Houman - Imperatrix

"El Sol De Los Muertos" is the new album by Black Mirror under El Hombre Bala Records Label.

https://elhombrebalarecords.bigcartel.com/product/black-mirror-el-sol-de-los-muertos-album

https://elhombrebalarecords.bandcamp.com/album/el-sol-de-los-muertos

1. My Innocence
2. Paperhouse
3. Love is not Enough
4. Watching Your Face
5. Fly
6. El Sol de Los Muertos 
7. Sister Pale Light
8. This Warm Place
9. Cinematic Plastic Walls
10. Deep Roots
11. I Was Born in a Cold Dark Country
12. Dad

Black Mirror are Inés Bonet & Arsenio Cavada

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vSfP0Whv9lz4yPjsqsRwTNQvrTK6KcwEwjIGiYb6Y7Zfi9Si5OHhDYXbPcemL-sFWIYAo3ow8vKumNg/pub?fbclid=IwAR29fLeYpZn1YQ6FHVlXJVuXs2ibbo8FH2SPhie01CXoSAsVq_ZWk39QH9U

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vQEpUT_QvZh6kMLCJgwFOrqXPRekxgSPxWyMzzFKW6PNNqZgjdBZxfgUHMEJQi5Rvo8Zhm41D-1v4CF/pub

Black Mirror. El Sol De Los Muertos ( 2019 )

Full lyrics 

I used to be a prince - at least it's written in my name - a pauper with a grin - but long gone is that shame - i used to be someone - but now it's gone to hell - I'm withering away - same grin is painted thin - i search for something new - i wish for everything -And i had everything - but without you there's something missing - did you read my verse - did you hear my crying words - did they mean anything at all - will you meet me for one last call- 

Once upon a time - in world that  once knew - when i was in my prime - and everything was you - i kept my end of the deal - but i couldn't keep up with you - Does it matter how i feel? - Never thought this'd get so real - did you read my verse or were you busy living in doubt - so subtly you missed - what it was all about 

So many words we said to one another....... can't take them back we're way too broken - I'd like to think we came a long way since then - just got this bath of blood to soak in yeah.........

I used to be a prince - at least it's written in my name - you used to be convinced - exactly of the same - i used to be someone - but now it's gone to hell - my soul is hanging low - my smile is not so well - oh baby I'm still here - open your eyes I'm right in front of you - did you read my verse - or were you busy being you - I wish you'd read my verse - laid it all on the line - not much more to say - can't keep what isn't mine

So many words we said to one another....... can't take them back we're way too broken - I'd like to think we came a long way since then - just got this bath of blood to soak in yeah.........

Baby did you read my verse - cause i opened up my wounds - i put it all in front of you - Smile will be ending soon - I used to be a prince - at least it's written in my name - you used to be convinced - exactly of the same.

Did you read my verse

* Darren kicked the tune off with drums, guitars, vocals, lyrics- Darren Sullivan @darren-sullivan

I added guitars vocals and mastering  BAM a hit!
MIDDLE CHILD
Lyrics : I wake to see…  the outcome of a dream
And I fall… away from the serene
 
And I think I am going to scream….. 
About the ones that we don’t feed….
 
Every Child
Every Child 
"                 "
Deserves to eat 
 

And I walk the streets…..
See the stress I see……
Buying things… no humbug
But a bottleneck to feed!!!!!!
Where are those that love me!!!!!!
The voice it whispers through the breeze….
 
Every Child
Every Child 
"                "
Deserves to eat

Middle Child (with Darren Sullivan)

Middle Child

"I've seen this moment before, can I go there again with you?" 
~ Season of Gold

Originally written as part of Hawk Moon Records' 2018 compilation album to raise funds for Young Dementia UK, Season of Gold is a nostalgic song that reminisces about the beauty of years gone by. This is also is the first new song released by Narrow Skies following their successful debut project Seasons, described by Insight music as "a beautifully presented album of atmospheric bliss".

Download & stream: https://echoes.blue/seasons-of-gold

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Lyrics:

We walked that season of gold
I'd walk it again with you
Clouded moments, hazy pictures in my mind

I've seen this moment before
Can I go there again with you?
Reminisce, of where time stands still

And I, I might need, 
I might need to reimagine

And I, I might need,
I might need to reimagine (to reimagine)

We walked that season of gold
I'd walk it again with you
Clouded moments, hazy pictures in my mind

And as the season turns cold
I'd do it all again with you
Distant memories... or just a dream?

Season of Gold

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Season Of Gold

Bundy's Escape

Enjoy this sad, dramatic but also hopeful track!

Love And Pain

I huge thank you to Nic for giving this song life and meaning with her lovely vocals and poignant lyrics:

Call Yourself Home

Not to bother you,
But your hands are blue. 
Lines remember you
The more you pretend. 
That November forgot when to end...

Keep her head while she loses yours, 
Keep her head while she loses yours
Oh you must keep her head while she loses yours,
Oh you must keep her head while she loses yours.

And the lock closes round you, 
The shock always found you
To rock and unground you
And then leave you cold.

You don't have to leave
All that you believe, 
You could finally
Call yourself home. 
You could finally
Call yourself home.

Call Yourself Home (Classical Glass and Nic Evennett)

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📝 Lyrics:

Been wondering how i could belong here
Cause this sure as hell don’t feel like home
I don’t want to live and die here
Sometimes I just wanna go

Maybe it’s the girl
Or maybe it’s just God I’m running from
Maybe it’s this life
Of countless times that I have tried
to break i’ve tried to break
the cycles

I don’t know if I can keep on
Hearing all I’ve done wrong
seems like no one thinks that day’s gone
But I assure you it is done

Maybe it’s the girl
Or maybe it’s just God I’m running from
Maybe it’s this life
Of countless times that I have tried
to break i’ve tried to break
the cycles

Cycles

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Bea Miller - Small Hands (Keaton Henson Cover)

big jet plane by angus and julia stone
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big jet plane

Pathétique in D minor

A musical imagining of an apparition playing for her widowed husband as she does every year on their wedding anniversary.  The widow can only listen from afar for if he gets too close she will disappear.

The Visitation

When I first heard Nic's beautiful, haunting voice, I knew instantly that I wanted to write a song for her. Luckily, she liked what I created and came up with an amazing vocal for it. Nic has been a dream to work with and I really hope that we can work together again soon. 

You can contact Nic at https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night
Her lyrics can be found  below:

Don't watch my back
Don't say a prayer for me
Good deeds get lost in being right
Your ground attack,
And lack of inquiry - 
See nothing under this gaslight.

You foolish thing
You've got so much to learn
Swallow yourself
And feel the burn

There're none so blind
As those who cannot see
You've only eyes for your design
I could tell you
But have to then kill me 
I'm dripping on your storyline.

Play on Spotify

Feel The Burn (feat. Nic Evennett)

It was a wonderful experience creating this piece with the remarkably talented singer, songwriter and artist Nic Evennett.  Thank you Nic for sharing your abundant talents with me.  You can hear more of Nic's wonderful music here 
https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night

Pleased to report that this track was aired a couple of times on BBC 6 radio.

Flights

Familiar sparks of blues and whites,
With urgency like night time flights,
And wrapped inside a nervous gown -
The downside of this upside down.

They like it when my voice is ice,
And nothing more than sacrifice.
I'm all lit up in this dark town,
And upright when I'm upside down.

Between the lines is always clear:
You're worried for your landing gear
And who'll be there upon the ground
To right you when you're upside down.

Flights (Nic Evennett and Classical Glass)

Ever so thankful to work with the amazing Nic Evennett on this song.  Her talent is special and I strongly recommend you listen to more of her wonderful work
https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night
Pleased to report this piece recently aired on Exile FM in the UK.
For a video version go to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jxq88LAwrtc&amp=&feature=youtu.be

Whispers

The upside
We're in this together.
My ally,
Faring the weather.
Mistaking
The wicked for the wise,
They're shaking
The thunder from the skies.

I worry, I worry...
Is that the wind in the tree?
The swaying,
Is she waving goodbye to me?
Oh darling,
Cradle my fears,
They're pooling
Under my head.

You'll surely listen, you'll surely listen now,
Whispers tell you everything.

She's waiting
For sorrys on the breeze.
The sun is sore,
The rain is hard to please,
The silvergrass
Is curling around me,
Forgiving,
And soft on my feet.

You'll surely listen, you'll surely listen now.
Whispers tell you everything.

(lyrics by Nic Evennett)

Whispers (Classical Glass and Nic Evennett)

Irish Drinking Song

Nic has done something wonderful with one of my noodles (Lawrence of Suburbia), adding lyrics and additional strings at the end.
Her latest album is available here:
http://nicevennett.bandcamp.com/album/waiting-for-the-leaves

And her Soundcloud page:
https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night

Tricks (Vocals and Lyrics by Nic Evennett)

“A painter paints pictures on canvas but musicians paint their pictures on silence.” -  Leopold Stokowski

A member of Cellar Door which you can find here: https://soundcloud.com/cdoor

"The most powerful and magical language is music. The reason for this is that music is the original language. Music is not ornamented poetry, and poetry is not ornamented prose. Poetry is fallen music, and prose is fallen poetry. Prose is not the original language; it is poetry made practical. Even poetry is not the original language; it is music made speakable, it is the words of music separated from their music. In the beginning was music." (Peter Kreeft, Philosophy of Tolkien)