Radiohead Covers

Classical Glass

Collaborations with buddies

AS playlist, May 2019

SoundCloud Weekly

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)

Instrumental Cover Of A Beautiful Radiohead tune, True Love Waits

True Love Waits Instrumental - Radiohead Cover By Richy Moore

An arrangement of Reckoner for piano and string quartet.

Radiohead - Reckoner

Repost of another wonderful collaboration with Heidi-Marie Arapa.
The original track you find here:
https://soundcloud.com/wiesenberg/peace-unity-in-the-world-the

GIVE PEACE A CHANCE! 


Peace & Unity In The World, feat. Heidi - Marie Arapa on synth

Cover of This Mess We're In by Thom Yorke and PJ Harvey - incredible song that has long been a favourite.

All recorded using vocals; no other instruments.

Sorry for the rough production value - weird bumps at the beginning wouldn't scoot.

This Mess We're In - Thom Yorke & PJ Harvey - Acapella

This is a single from our album < ONE >
soundcloud.com/oesj/sets/oesj-one-album

OESJ

SIRENS`CALL

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02. SIRENS` CALL (Album "ONE")

Nostalgia

If Only - Part 4 - Acoustic Interlude  ( Acoustic guitar instrumental solo)

I like good stories
I like good tales
Like reading minds
Like reading yours...

You’re in my good books
And there you’ll stay
You’re in my good books

Oh turn the pages
Oh turn them now
You can read my mind
For as long as you want...

Chorus

GOOD BOOKS

The lyrics were written prior to the death of Mark Hollis of Talk Talk (see verse 2, lines 3 and 4).  They now seem a fitting tribute to a great musician.

How can we dance on the head of a pin?
Share all of our dreams like bright young things?
I won’t tell, if you don’t tell
A stanhope of hope in this fragile, little world

Anywhere but here
you know it makes me want to cry
Anywhere but here
you know it makes me feel alive

How can I see a more youthful you?
A man of 60 something but always 42
Happiness Is Easy, it’s The Colour of Spring
I squint into my future, I ‘Do’ Believe In You

Anywhere but here
you know it makes me want to cry
Anywhere but here
you know it makes me feel alive

That which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger
I feel like a cat who’s lived 9 lives, or longer
I want to cuddle up and pretend to read a book
happiness is easy, when happiness is you

Anywhere but here
you know it makes me want to cry
Anywhere but here
you know it makes me feel alive

Anywhere but here
you know it makes me want to cry
Anywhere but here
you know it makes me feel alive

Anywhere but here
you know it makes me want to cry
Anywhere but here
you know it makes me feel alive

Anywhere But Here

The world is such a terrible place
It’s filled with violence and rage
If I’m wrong, prove me wrong
Not with words, don’t go on
Prove your point with actions and deeds

Perhaps, perhaps it’s just me?
Perhaps, perhaps it’s just me?

Glued to his mobile phone
He’s a social media whore
If I’m wrong, prove me wrong
I’m with you, but alone
Put it down, look at me for a while

Perhaps, perhaps it’s just me?
Perhaps, perhaps it’s just me?

Are we afraid of ourselves?
If not, then why do we hide?
Behind screens that distract
Is it fake, is it fact?
The world is a terrible place

I know, I know it’s not me
Oh, I know, I know it’s not me

Perhaps It's Just Me

Para Lia - Hawk Hill

+ Bandcamp: https://paralia.bandcamp.com/track/hawk-hill
+ Spotify: spotify:track:1FOqWHvfn0zchqsLBQXmmB

Watch the music video on Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiplJ-eh2W8

Follow Para Lia on:
https://www.facebook.com/paraliamusic/
https://www.instagram.com/paralia.music/
https://twitter.com/para_lia_band
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNABsfHKaCDk28fOj91Dc1g

words and music by René Methner, Copyright 2019
mix and production: René Methner
mastering: Thomas Heimann-Trosien, TurnstyleMastering, Berlin
cover art: Phillip E. DAoust
Thank you so much Kevin (Mr. Cagey), Fady (Mr. The sporz), Tim (Three Photons) and JJ (Subject To Revision) for giving feedback to the song when the work was in progress!  

lyrics:

strolling down the street i knew so well
when i was a boy and made my way to
school

and the school was closed long time ago
because bleeding us dry nowadays seems to be
cool

we create new dead end towns

goodbye hawk hill lane
i don't miss you
goodbye hawk hill lane
don't let it get you

young people turned their backs on that one way street
and all the factories are rotten but you built a new town
hall

and the color of the town slowly turned into a grey
like the face of a forgotten but the cemetry is pretty
green

a field of broken dreams

goodbye hawk hill lane
i don't miss you
goodbye hawk hill lane
don't let it get you

goodbye hawk hill lane
i don't miss you
goodbye hawk hill lane
you know i still love you
don't let it get you

Hawk Hill

All The Things VIDEO https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xW0-PbJdeEA&feature=youtu.be 
Observation Ward - new album out now from all the usual suspects, or listen for free here at my new website www.stephsweet.co.uk
Am very happy to see the first reviews coming out, this one from the cool and fuzz loving Popocculture
"Steph Sweet has brought an interesting and new sound to this area.
With powerful vocals, and swirly and crunchy guitar riffs that wouldn’t sound out of place in a late 90’s britpop, yet grounded somewhere more in the early 80’s. “All The Things” is dark, broody, a little strange, but also interestingly an ear worm that will grab you and not let go." Popocculture 17th May 2019

written, performed, recorded and mixed by Steph Sweet 
All The Things ©steph sweet 2019 All Rights Reserved
 
All The Things

Saw you yesterday, at the funeral, in our widow’s weeds
Decades bleed away, fresh cut scarring for my idiot seam

All the things that we have been
All the things that I have broken
All the times I tried to change
Choking in your cold, cold silence

It’s too brutal, finding it hard to breathe
Glass spiderwebs crashing over me
It’s too brutal, finding it hard to breathe
Glass spiderwebs, crashing, crashing, crashing over me

All the things that we have been
All the things that I have broken
All the times I tried to change
Choking in your cold, cold silence

It’s too brutal, finding it hard to breathe
Glass spiderwebs crashing over me
Cracks appear inside my heart
All the screaming in my head
Never good enough for you
Except for all those years in bed

And I don’t even know where I’m supposed to go

All the things that we have been
All the things that I have broken
Choking on all your little lies that went unspoken
Choking on all your little lies that went unspoken
Choking on all your little lies that went unspoken

And I don’t even know where I’m supposed to go
Don’t even know

All The Things ©steph sweet 2019 All Rights Reserved

Observation Ward

All The Things

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Saving our money
Gonna buy us a dream
Three or four years 
Ain’t as long as it seems
It’s gonna take time
Yeah It always takes time
But time’s on our side
Yeah Time’s on our side

Two kids in the yard
Down by the lake
Beans in the garden 
And Corn on my plate
I’ll build us a fire
We’re in bed by eight
Never too late
Never too late

Dreamers are lovers
And lovers are dreams
And who are you?
If dreamers are lovers
And lovers are dreamers
Then who are you
I’m dreaming a dream

If life is a dream
I wanna sleep late
I’d rather keep dreaming
Than to be wide awake
Don’t rattle my cage
Don’t rain on my cake
Heaven can wait
Heaven can wait

Heaven Can Wait

A true pleasure to collaborate with the very talented Nic Evennett on this cover of a great Radiohead song

Exit Music for a Film: A Radiohead Cover (Classical Glass and Nic Evennett)

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)

Our first Radiohead arrangement, Packt Like Sardines in a Crushd Tin Box by Paul Kim, was an experiment fueled by our fascination with the musical world of the band. Our goal was to capture its spirit, creativity and edginess on acoustic string instruments. Inspired by the music in Packt and the powerful reactions of audiences, it was clear that we should do more. The result is this all-Radiohead CD, Everything in its Right Place. It picks up where our chart-busting EP, Disturb the Silence, left off. In the process, our Radiohead arrangements have become crowd favorites at venues including the Apple Store, Carnegie Hall, the Library of Congress and Lincoln Center, and a foundation of our playlist. Enjoy.

Everything in Its Right Place- Radiohead arr. Paul Kim

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)

Tristesse in F minor

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)

Empty Streets

Music: Classical Glass and Oddrun Eikli
Poem: by Emily Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848)
Pianocomposition and arrangement : Classical Glass. @classicalglass-1
Composition for the vocal, photo and vocal: Oddrun Eikli.

Poem: by Emily Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848)
All hushed and still within the house;
Without – all wind and driving rain;
But something whispers to my mind,
Through rain and through the wailing wind,
Never again.
Never again? Why not again?
Memory has power as real as thine

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

All Hushed and still within the house. Classical Glass and Oddrun Eikli.

Colours in the Dark

The latest from Cellar Door, a collaboration project with Nic Evennett and Philip Dupuis (Classical Glass).  You can find other tracks from Cellar Door here: https://soundcloud.com/cdoor

Lyrics:

If we're not one then let's be water,
If we're not flowing we're not real.
I love your colour when you falter,
You're glowing sapphire in the steel.

Step out your world and drape it round me,
I'll slide my arms through what's undone.
We are the could and would and should be,
Where rivers blush under the sun.
Where rivers blush under the sun.

And be that as it may, still, still...
There's something inexplicable
In finding all of me could be all of you.

Just for a while, don't speak.
Just for a while, don't speak.
Just for a while, don't speak
And listen...

I lost the girl in me but caught her,
Your boy was tired of everyone.
They bound together in the water
And shimmered silver in the sun.

If We're Not One Then Let's Be Water (Nic Evennett and Classical Glass as Cellar Door)

“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)