Magical song. Beautiful composition for such a beautiful memory, Philip.

Sorry for your lost, this music for your daughter is great in itself and a wonderful tribute. Your soul are here.

So deep and touching tribute your dear Allyson Phil... I'm writing listening and... crying... Marvelous!!

this is so beautiful and touching, for your dear Allyson. So sory for your loss dear friend Philip.

To the heart, Philip!  Simply touching in so many ways and a beautiful message to us all. For the losses of life that we all must face in this world brings us that much closer to others.  It opens their souls to others.  Thank you for sharing with us all!!!!

℗© Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic.
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning 
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
Song Notes and Lyrics:
This song imagines one of those occasions when you by chance find yourself in a place where there is some great live music that somehow just seems right.....
Lyrics:
Somewhere in New York City
Or was it down in New Orleans 
Could have been in San Francisco
Or maybe it was all a dream
I was walking by an old blues bar-room 
When I heard somebody playing with some style
So I bought myself an ice cold beer
And listened for a while

Looked like he’d lived a whole life-time
Beard gone silver grey
The people in the place seemed spellbound
Happy just to hear him play
At home on stage under the spotlight 
Keeping time with his heel on the floor
I bought myself another beer
I stayed and Iistened some more 

He wore a fine silk waistcoat
Jacket on the back of his seat
Hat pulled down to his cheekbone
Boots tapping out that beat

He played until the bar-room closed
Right sound right time right place
He walked off into the night
With his old leather guitar case
Never knew his name
Don’t even know if he still plays
But I’ll picture that stage and hear that sound
For the rest…of my days

He wore a fine silk waistcoat
Jacket on the back of his seat
Hat pulled down to his cheekbone
Boots tapping out that beat

Fine Silk Waistcoat

Texte dit et écrit par La Gazelle (https://soundcloud.com/amandine-esno.)
Musique HyLGZ22 (https://soundcloud.com/user-618736932) et Damga.

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Black Keys Seductive Harmonies (La Gazelle, HyLGZ22 & Damga)

Raindrops falling in my cup
Coffee morning just woke up
Reasons mattered before time stopped
No one travelled and no one shopped
No you never got in line
Never stopped on a dime
You always wanted just to sing
Circled around and tied the ring. 

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

Won’t see the light of day
Could barely repeat refrain
Counting all the money you spend
On nothing more than a big fat hen

Desensitized by karma dreams 
A prickly place to hide the seams
Reaching out to another brain
Trading riffs that last through days…

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

A Prayer for the Dying

The soils above [demo]

A song about how I came to learn to play the guitar and start to write songs. I am very sorry for the poor sound. But at the moment I can only record with my phone. That's why I have to play the song in one go. The drums are just the built-in drum accompaniment of my amplifier, which I switched on in this song after the first chords. I will buy an audio interface and try to find a DAW (free or not too expensive) - if you know a free one, you can send me a PM.
One day I will manage to get a better sound, I am sure! But for the first songs, only all live-played with the drums from my amp recorded via phone, since I cannot do more at the moment. Perhaps some like it nevertheless? I am a bit excited about pulishing my first track here...
Since someone asked for the lyrics:

Motörhead is dead
A song called Ramones brought me to them
In my girlsroom I learned to play the guitar
I knew that I would not get very far
When my teacher told us, Motörhead is dead
I wanted to find out the music they made
The music was so fast, the sound was so hard
A song called Ramones brought me to them
Another great band
A second hand guitar, amp from my brother, too loud for my mother
In my girlsroom, on my bed, with headphone on, guitar in hand
With every chord I felt more alive
Motörhead and the Ramones became my drive
I plug in my amp and turn on the sound
Playing Motörhead so loud
With Motörhead my journey had begun
Now I write songs one by one
I learn how to rock and run
And Motörhead lives on and on and on and on

Motorhead Is Dead

Fading Memories

Everything In Love

Once We Were Divine

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A mix of light and shade, Modulate Me is a Darkwave / Triphop soundtrack set to a steady mix of downtempo electronic / industrial beats. Droning wavy bass and rhythmic bass are married with dreamy guitars, celestial synths and abstracted samples. The track progresses to a final countdown, spoken by Buzz Aldrin on the Apollo 11 Lunar mission in 1969.

Modulate Me

PHUNK

Jupiter

Happy Birthday <3

Composed in loving memory on the anniversary of my daughter's passing.  Rest in peace.

Dear Allyson

“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)

Dear Allyson

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