🔥🔥the reach around .. love it Clay🔥🔥
🔥I’d like to be a fly on the wall while your composing & creating these songs you must crack yourself up 😂 
🔥your songs always hit me as either 
well researched lyrics 
or you’re lived through or experienced in real life your funny songs
🔥being in small communities up here in Northern Canada 🇨🇦 I can totally relate to many of your songs / lyrics 
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻Bravo👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you:) the reach around is so underrated:)

so good, love the picture of ThrillMonkey's nephew

Oh this is brilliant Clay , love it , makes me wanna go to a barn dance !

Clay Young

Voice of the nation

WATER TO WINE
 
Words & Music: Goff Johnson
Vocals: Todd J McLean
Keyboards & Rhythm Guitar: Goff Johnson
Drums and Hammond Organ: Kat Hendrix
Lead Guitar: Tim Porter
 
Mixed and Mastered by Kat Hendrix at Absolute Time Studios, Vancouver, May 2025
 
About the Song

"Water to Wine" is a song about the appeal of perfection we often see online, contrasted with the seemingly unremarkable and ordinary lives that most of us lead. It’s a reflection on the emotional toll that comes from chasing validation through likes and follower counts— and the emptiness that can follow when the spotlight fades.

Our value, though, goes far deeper than what shows up on a screen and authenticity holds more power than appearances. Take a deep breath and if we look up from the scroll and take a brave look at the world — and each other — we might find something much more real!

Behind the Song (from Goff Johnson)

Ironically, while the message of the track talks about isolation and the cost of surface-level connection, the making of Water to Wine was the exact opposite of that! It came to life through collaboration with the incredibly talented Todd J McLean, who, in addition to his awesome vocals, and red-hot music connections, also created the cover art (Woman in Yellow Chair) for the track! The overall result is something far richer than either of us could have created alone.

Working together brought depth, direction, and new energy to the song — proof that the best things happen when we connect for real. No filters, just music, shared purpose, and mutual trust!

Final Notes (from Todd)

This is my first collaboration on SoundCloud. I could not have been more fortunate than to work with Goff Johnson, an immensely talented singer/songwriter/musician. When I first came across Goff, I listened to his entire Stories of Stardust album end-to-end and I was so impressed with this concept and significant body of work. I highly recommend checking it out on Goff’s SoundCloud page. https://soundcloud.com/goff-johnson/sets/stories-of-stardust?si=9db35566a42747b9b63a5780334f67ea&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Although Water to Wine is not part of Goff’s Stardust series, it is nonetheless a beautifully written song and it’s been a privilege for me to sing it. Besides, I love to sing the Blues. Thank you so much, Goff!

We owe a huge shout-out to both Kat Hendrix, a master musician and our producer, and Tim Porter, a virtuoso on guitar. It is a real privilege to work with these West coast legends.

Lyrics: 

Verse 1
Someone wrote a playbook for perfection 
with lives of photo ops, their outtakes seldom seen 
today a star, the next you’re a pariah 
“Be Kind” they say, but that ain’t what they mean 
 
Chorus: 
Well I never watched the water turn to wine, 
and i never took a flower out of the desert, 
but i walked until my feet bled, and I looked until I was blind, 
and I reached out for a hand to hold in mine 
 
Verse 2 
Well there’s nothing quite as quiet as “the silence” 
after fame has passed, so flashbulb fast, away 
and i wonder if it really makes a difference 
cos the next in line wait for their time, to shine but not to stay”

Chorus: 
Well I never watched the water turn to wine, 
and i never took a flower out of the desert, 
but i walked until my feet bled, and I looked until I was blind, 
and I reached out for a hand to hold in mine

Cover Art: Woman in Yellow Chair, Todd J McLean

All rights reserved

Water to Wine

written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

"DREAMING OF THE UNIVERSE"

Written, performed and produced by Roman Gorielov.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Roman Gorielov.
Cover design and photo by Roman Gorielov.

https://linktr.ee/romangorielov

© 2025 Roman Gorielov.

ambient atmospheric calming cinematic composer contemplative dramatic dreamy emotional ethereal exciting gentle heartwarming hypnotic instrumental keyboards light meditative melancholic newage peaceful pensive philosophical reflective relaxed soothing soulful synth synthesizer tranquil

Suffering Demos

Dreaming Of The Universe

Dear friends, I am hopelessly in love with swans! But - if I try to hug them, they bite me in the ass!!
These two swans: Daddy - and Mom-swan were busy building a new home in the stream in Simrishamn some days ago!


Busy Times for Swans

I saw them as they found the place where they can build their home
the home is right in the middle of the stream
the lady took the command 
while her dear husband sailed away
and the sound from their wings blowed my soul away

I have heard that swans are faithful to each other during their whole life
they always help each other with all their kids
they put them to bed when the sun 
suddenly goes to rest
and the sound from their wings blowed my soul away

The lady worked so hard with sticks and straws to finish their home
she is so careful that the bed is nice and soft
I suppose that the man supplies with food and all work
can progress with speed
and the sound from their wings blowed my soul away

We will follow this cool and diligent team how they proceed in building their home
and when their kids have been born to our world
all people in this town will come to see 
this happy family of swans
and the sound from their wings blowed my soul away


Häktiska tider för svanor
Jag såg dem när de hittade platsen där de kunde bygga sitt hem
Huset ligger mitt i bäcken
Damen tog kommandot
medan hennes käre make seglade iväg
och ljudet från deras vingar blåser bort min själ

Jag har hört att svanar är trogna varandra hela livet
De hjälper alltid varandra med alla sina barn
De lägger dem i säng när solen
plötsligt går ner
och ljudet från deras vingar blåser bort min själ

Damen arbetade så hårt med pinnar och sugrör för att färdigställa deras hus
Hon är så noga med att sängen är fin och mjuk
Jag antar att mannen som förser dem med mat och allt arbete
kan gå framåt snabbt
och ljudet från deras vingar blåser bort min själ

Vi kommer att följa detta coola och flitiga team hur de fortsätter med att bygga sitt hem
och när deras barn har fötts till vår värld
kommer alla människor i den här staden att komma för att se
denna lyckliga svanfamilj
och ljudet från deras vingar blåser bort min själ

Busy Times for Swans - 2025-06-03 10.22

Simple track, music made in GarageBand :)

Lyrics:

Love can be such a beautiful thing, if you just let it out
Don't hold back your love
You can't expect others to know
If you can't show what you feel inside, no one can see the real you
So don't hold back your love
Just let it out
Let it flow..

If you dare to give a piece of your heart
You can get so much in return
Give as much as you can
Even if you risk getting burned

Love can be such a beautiful thing if you just let it out
Don't hold back your love
You can't expect others to know
If you can't show what you feel inside, no one can see the real you
So don't hold back your love
just let it out
Let it flow...

No one can do it for you
But someone can do it to you...

No One Can Do It For You  (Original)

The Reach Around

keep the hope...

Please also check out my YouTube channel:
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街灯 / street light
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どうか
想い届けと　風をあつめて
祈る　ゆびさき

どこか
帰る場所など　有るが如くの
急ぐ　あしおと

命があるか　ないかの
二色で塗られた景色だけ
吹き荒れて　佇んで
暗闇ですら　ない

自分のような　何かが
自分の姿で演じてる　そして
泣きぬれて　狼狽えて
こっちを覗いてる

ひとり
灯る街灯に　寒くないかと
憂う　ゆうぐれ

いつか
閉じる扉など　有るが如くの
急ぐ　ひとなみ

命があるか　ないかの
二色で塗られた景色だけ
吹き荒れて　佇んで
暗闇ですら　ない

自分のような　愚かな
自分の姿を忘れてる者が
泣きぬれて　狼狽えて
こっちを覗いてる

AppleMusic

街灯 / street light

Bruce Klepper's beautiful piece "Chiaroscur" inspired me a few ideas about art that I wrote in French. I sang them over Bruce's instrumental, improvising some melodies and vocal harmonies, and here is the result. 

*** L'ART POUR L'ART ***

L'art pour l'art, ou l'art pour l'argent?
Car il faut bien vivre, il faut bien survivre.
C'est bien évident...
Parfois c'est bien clair.
Parfois ça dépend…
Pour atteindre les rêves il faut rester sur sa faim,
et jeuner souvent, et prier longtemps.  
On prie quand on cherche la réponse dans l'âme,
la beauté dans le geste, le génie dans le vent.
L'obsession qui nous prend de puiser le néant,
de parfaire une esquisse, de créer tâtonnant,
c'est ça l'art pour l'art
qui coule dans le sang.

L' Art Pour L' Art (based on Bruce Klepper Chiaroscur instrumental)

Il Gigante di Monterosso – Feat: Sergei Govorov
June 2025
Duration: 3:20
Music Composition - Bruce Klepper
Effects and Mixing - John-Marc Ventimiglia 
Cover Art Photography- Heidi Schnicker 
Soprano Sax- Sergei Govorov 

On our recent trip to Italy, one of the places we stayed was Monterosso, one of the 5 villages in Cinque Terre. From our patio, we were able to see Il Gigante looking out over the ocean. I am pleased to announce this new music collaboration, Il Gigante di Monterosso - Feat: Sergei Govorov, celebrating the beauty of Italy.  Listen to Sergei's music on Spotify and Apple Music.
Sergei Govorov completed his doctoral degree at the Gnessin Academy of Music in Moscow with the highest honors.  In 2022, Sergei moved to the United States.  Sergei's repertoire ranges from classical saxophone to avant-garde, jazz, and pop. He has performed over 4,000 concerts worldwide.  For the last year I have been writing music for the sax and piano duo, Govorov & De Groot.  Sergei Govorov and Britta De Groot have performed my music in Colorado and have future plans for more concerts and possible recordings. 

For soprano sax, piano, tubular bells, sound effects and percussion

Il Gigante di Monterosso - Feat. Sergei Govorov (demo)

Sometimes the strongest people are the quietest.
This song is a voice for the ones you don’t always see, the survivors behind the smile, the ones still standing after everything tried to break them.
It’s not just a song... it’s a reminder to look closer, care deeper, and never underestimate quiet strength. 💔🫶🌙
If you know someone like this, let them know.
They're still here. And that means everything. 💜

****Lyrics****

I’ve met them.
I’m one of them.
The quiet survivors.
The ones who walk through life like nothing’s wrong,
but they’re holding themselves together with threads.
This song is for them.
And for you, so you don’t miss what they carry.

They hide the worst of it behind a tired smile
Say, “It’s nothing,” when it’s everything, but that’s their style
They walk through fires no one sees, and still they care
They’re breaking in a room full of people unaware

And you don’t know
The weight they carry as they go
But I’ve seen the nights
They lose the fight
And still, they breathe

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

They whisper cries so no one else will hear
Hold the world together, even drowning in their fear
They give their love, even when none comes back their way
And still they show up, still they hope, every day

And you don’t see
How hard it is just to be
But I’ve watched them stand
With shaking hands
And still, they give

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

You don’t see the nights they cry into their sleeve
Or how brave it is to simply, still believe
You pass them in the street, at work, at home, each day
Smiling, helping, laughing, while their heart slips away

You might think you’d recognize someone who’s barely hanging on
But survivors don’t always look broken
They look like parents, friends, coworkers, kids
They look like people you love

So pay attention
Ask gently
Listen longer

Because some people are fighting for their lives
Behind quiet eyes and steady hands

And if you see someone like that, really see them,
Remind them,
They are a survivor
And that, is something to be proud of

Behind Quiet Eyes

Bubba Wants A Moon Pie

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Heartache In My Levi's

carry on.mp3

Telephone booths and GTO's, where they went, no one knows. Ma and Pa Kettle got Lost in Space, what in the world is the old rat race? A floppy disc and a push button phone. Diet Tab Soda and Brute Cologne. When J.R. Ewing was an astronaut, Jethro told us Ought From Ought Was Ought.  

Ought From Ought Was Ought

Bigfoot is a friend of mine. We like to make music and share it with our friends. See our YouTube channel and A Journal of Nonsense for more fun.

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

The Reach Around

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