It's like you created a space for the soul to spread itself out in.

It's ;ile you created a space for the soul to sing its own tune in

I hope the muse visits you again, mate, and often. You are a superb composer, arranger residing in the brave musician that knows no boundaries.

a fantastic piece with great story telling

Great, great texture and layering.  Really well done.

Beautiful music, nice flow until the surprise at 3: 40, nice, I like surprises. :)

SOULBENDER & OTHER STRANGE WORDS

Flibbertigibbet

and the cold wind blows
as life goes on
without you
💚

March 4th 2022
Composed & produced by Deep Sky Musics
Mastered by Eastern Wizard

Arctic of the Soul

Free D/L at www.terrywigmore.com

The song's direct message is about life and personal resilience, something that has gained a lot of traction in recent years in psychology and therapy.  

Beyond that is a message for Ukraine, in the context of Putin's WAR and attempted annihilation of Ukraine: "Bend, Don't Break!" 

Lyrics:
  Bend

I should have rolled with the punches
Drifted left and to the right
Instead I went and stuck my chin out
And had to duck more than once or twice

Bend…don’t you break…

I nearly fell more than ten thousand
Leaping tall and stony spires
Inarticulate these feelings, but tunes play
Ephemeral drawings white and blinding!

Bend…don’t break    (repeats)

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Lyrics, Vocals, Bass, Guitars

Bend (Don't Break)

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and as part of my forthcoming Vox Populi album)

Greetings all you wonderful SC people. First and foremost, thank you for just being you. This community has a natural propensity for giving off peaceful and loving vibes, and I am so grateful for that. 

In lieu of my usual dive into current events (I think we can all agree, it’s something along the lines of a ‘Choose Your Own Doomsday Adventure’ anyway), I’ve decided to jump right into the good stuff. So for this one, I’m going to explore one of my favorite topics… God (and please know that I will keep this very loving, and very respectful. But if you aren’t interested, I understand entirely). :)

I’ve been called a spiritual shopper because I don’t adhere to any one religious organization. Instead, my God is an ever evolving, ever expanding concept. I discover truths about God in quantum physics as well as religious studies. I see God in both art and science. I see God’s fingerprint in the perfection of a leaf, and the purity of a baby; and just about any other space where my mind goes quiet and my heart opens up. For me, God is the great mystery to discover; and it is meant to be a very personal journey. 

So how do I currently imagine God?

‘He’ (I’ll be following appropriate pronoun usage) is a kind Father who loves all his children equally. He doesn’t choose favorites, because he admires and respects the path we have each chosen. He knows we are all perfect beings (on a path of self discovery), because… well… he’s perfect (and on a path of self discovery). He also feels empathy for us, and shares in our sadness and pain when we hurt each other. But he loves us enough to know he can’t interfere with the big picture, or he will limit our opportunity to learn.

‘She’ is also a kind and loving Mother, who has entrusted us with a precious gift…. the gift of this beautiful planet. Contrary to our current behavior, the Earth is not our plaything, put here for us to consume. We are intended to be its caretakers (a responsibility that arises when consciousness is combined with empathy). She knows we have it within us to serve this purpose. But she also knows it’s ok if we fail, because the system is self-cleaning, and life will rise again and again… if not on this planet, then another.

‘It’ is also a vast and mysterious Universe, where life seems to be an almost aggressive energy, rather than a rarity. The building blocks of life are scattered everywhere, and Ubers and Lyfts in the form of meteors help spread all those building blocks around. Life appears to be a predominant goal of the Universe, rather than a fluke. And that is awe inspiring.

‘They’ are also the smallest of objects that serve the biggest of purposes. They are the atoms that make up you and me, and all the things around us. They behave differently when observed; and that denotes intelligence. And they act as if they are intimately tied to us; like they know they are supposed to take turns occupying matter in our bodies, so our adventures can continue; the microcosm supporting the macrocosm.

‘We’ are also amazingly diverse in our roles as ‘collective consciousness’, in order to experience the entire range of what it means to be alive. We have it within us to explore the lightest and darkest of corners. And when those boundaries are pushed to the extremes, we all learn a little more about ourselves; and more about this precious gift. 

And finally, ‘you’ are an independent fragment of this greater Whole. The scope of the entire human experience is available to you. Some choices can be beneficial; other’s will certainly lead to pain. But all will provide learning experiences. And when you learn, the Whole grows as well. You are all God in my eyes (each fulfilling a role in ‘the great discovery’), and I am honored to share this adventure with you. 

I hope you enjoyed my latest creation, ‘Shock Ra’. :)

Vox Populi

Shock Ra

There is good and evil in each of us. We see this every day, looking inside ourselves, into our heart, into our soul, into our inner mirrors. Sometimes we see good there, but sometimes evil.  I want to dedicate this track to all the good people who gave their lives in this eternal war. In a sense, this track is a requiem for the passing World, as I knew it.

Inner Mirrors

｢調整 ~ ADAGIO ADDOLORATO」

Concept music for a scene of a graphic novel. Part 1 of 4.

Music written, produced, performed, mixed and mastered by Thomas O'Higgins Horna.

Cover art: "Die drei Lebensalter der Frau" (1905) by Gustav Klimt. Edited by me.

RECONCILE

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My respected multi-beat maker Producer-
The Italian Job https://soundcloud.com/the-italian-job-remix
This beat based on his Nexus6
Check out his original, it's even greater!
https://soundcloud.com/the-italian-job-remix/nexus-6
IJ! Thank you for your wonderful stuff!!!
All stuff-The Italian Job&Tot.
Art work-PONZ(office ponz.com)
Thank you for Listening!
Hava nice day! PEACE!

Lexus6 - w/ The Italian Job

Video here 💜

https://youtu.be/G7je9x_x_0Y

A song I wrote with my dear friend Orla in mind and memories of our teenage years and the great times we had. sadly Orla left this world 7 years ago and left an empty space in many people's lives...
               💜 
Snowy bus rides, foreign scenes,
the way we laughed, hysterical teens,
singing "I don't belong here"
life is not what it seems.


ooh dancing in the long grass
ooh closing time.


Traffic lights, staying out all night,
scary stories, your eyes so bright.
Those empty spaces...
floating out of our sight.

ooh dancing in the long grass,
the fire inside fire inside, fire inside

oooh reflections of time..
oooh can't rewind...
reflections of time
can't rewind, when it's closing time.

reflections of time
can't rewind
when it's closing time.


Empty spaces...
Closing time.


Empty spaces (Adrian Smardzewski and Áine Parkes)

Choir performance is sampled from this video—https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s7eM9kYpDw

Tebe Poem is High Slavonic, and roughly translates to "We Sing to You." I've seen it translated "We Hymn Thee" and "We Praise Thee" as well.

Tebe Poem

modern day

photos are memories I keep within my mind
stored in the basement in a crate I’ll never find
songs are the stories and the places I have been
authored before this mental knot I’m tangled in

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears

poets and prophets weave our words into their art
read in dramatic mien and spoken from their heart  
unseal the parchment let the words escape their cage
left with a book with seven hundred empty page

styles we made are old and frayed 
where all the past is filed away
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
the sky is wet with ink

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears
modern day is bland and beige
remembrance of the golden age
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
my heart is black as ink

Modern Day

Gunshot blues is the first track I have written and recorded. I recorded the track at HQ Studios in Manchester. I first started writing the song about 7 years ago but then moved onto writing the next song and then the next song and so on. I finally got around to finishing this one last year and taking it to the studio to record. I play the guitars, bass and there is an organ somewhere in the background. I then attempt to sing as well. Drums are a mix of samples put together by the producer. There is some other percussion in there such as tambourine and I don’t know if there is a technical name for it but “shaky egg”? My Dad did those as he came with me to the recording studio when i did this track and I wanted him to be a part of it. See what you think…..

gunshot blues

This song is a tribute to beautiful lives cut short. Back in November 2022 last year three University of Virginia football players were shot and killed by a former teammate as they returned from a trip to see a play in Washington DC. It happens all too often in this country. These three were outstanding young men much loved and mourned by the community.

The amazing Ceci Wynans paid tribute in song at their memorial service:  https://youtu.be/VLA6biZDTx0

The art is a painting by D'Sean Perry, one of the three young men lost. 

This is song is sung from the imagined perspective of their parents.

Brother Gone

I still see a little boy running hiding from me and laughing then
I'd like to think that losing you had some higher reason in the end
but how can anyone know how hard it is to let you go

you were the one who always knew everything is in God's hands
but you're not here and it's so hard to understand

just look at all these people standing here
calling out your name
this would be the happiest day of my life if you were here by my side
instead all I've got is this heartbreak and pain

how was I to know it'd be the last time
that I'd see your shining face next to mine
they can take away the good years that should've been yours to claim
but they'll never take away the good man you became

I'll always see a little boy running hiding away from me
but this time you're not coming back
and I'm not sure how I'm ever gonna live with that

God I need some peace of mind
I hope that it isn't far away

Brother Gone

So this was going to be a nineties throwback petshop boys style piece. I could never get it right, it's such a nihilistic piece. This is a very rough version, two takes on the piano, and a few takes on the vocal.

Let’s go, just you and I, 
while the world still dreams below the starry sky
Down the lonely street into an empty town 
From our mindless sleep on to Hallowed ground

I always thought there would be time
but i watched it slip away before my eyes
Yet we had time for our goodbyes
Looking out, at the edge of the demise

Without you here, what would I be?
Within your arms, you comfort me
You keep me close, 
you set me free!

It doesn’t end with a whimper or a bang, 
We just slowly fade to black from where we came
It doesn’t end in flood or fire,
It all just simply falls to our desire

will there ever be another?

A Love Song From The End Of The World

find the light : )

one for the kids. c'mon, sing along, it'll make you feel good :

the light I saw

Fond Memories

I’m happy to post this song with help from my first SC friend https://soundcloud.com/espere-verde, who encouraged me on to improve my music making from a very start. Good musician & draughtsman (he did this artwork too), his vocal performance here gave the mood I couldn’t to the song.

Technical highlights:
>Most vocals: Espere Verde
>Music & almost no vocals: Ruizzoidman
>Odd patterns hidden along three levels in this track: amalgamated psycho-hard coating, usual 7/2 in punk/ska intermediate parts, and finally the sweater core is structured in groups of five measures.

Lyrics: strangely, I wrote about these stressing things when I was 21 and supposedly happy; I'd say similarly today I'm twice as old...

SIN MUJERES NI TABACO, SIN PRISAS  /  WITHOUT WOMEN OR TOBACCO, WITHOUT HURRIES
  
Todo lo que odio me ayuda a vivir,  /  Everything I hate helps me to live,
lo que me pone enfermo me empuja a seguir.  /  what gets me ill pushes me on.
Todo aquello que quiero dejar de sentir  /  Everything I want to stop feeling
es lo que da sentido a mi vivir.  /  is what gives sense to my life.
  
No puedo vivir sin mujeres,  /  I cannot live without women,
ni tabaco, sin prisas,  /  or tobacco, without hurries,
no puedo vivir.  /  I cannot live.
  
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me mata por dentro.  /  kills me from inside.
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me saca los nervios.  /  gets me on my nerves.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me empuja a seguir.  /  pushes me to continue.
  
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me hace sufrir.  /  makes me suffer.
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.

ER29HC8 ©1995 ®2015

Sin mujeres ni tabaco, sin prisas (Most vocals by Espere Verde)

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