imoressive sustain on the vocals, man , whew!

Love the lyrics and the raw emotion throughout the song, epic!

All night kept breathiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Wonderful! :)

Incredible lyrics.  You can’t get blood to, but in your case a poem was received from a rock.  Beautiful!

You feel it, we feel it! Your vocal phrasing is so expressive and unique!

Fantastic songwriting, great depth in the chorus, awesome vocals and music!

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Dog Meat Stew - Lyrics

I just drank three bottles of the best excuse on the planet
Going back to Camberwell to sign on and then shoplift
Lost my dog after I smoked something I knew I shouldn’t have
Days that followed followed me and I was following the days

They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with her
They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with a girl

Neighbours said they thought we were dead, we only slept one hour a night
Working jobs that we both hate to buy some shit we don’t need
Dog meat stew from Mexicans who dig in trash cans for breakfast
Burglar alarms are disconnected when they want insurance

They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with her
They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with a girl

I knew her before the thing, I never knew her after
Don’t like too much noise and I don’t really like the weather
Changed my name to John Coltrane 'cos no one took my phone calls
Best times are always the ones that you just walked away from

They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with her
They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with a girl

Strange Part of the Country

Dog Meat Stew

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A Waterfall Is a Poem Pouring Through a Rock - Lyrics

A waterfall is a poem pouring through a rock
A mild case of death in the park
Meant I was looking for someone

And the old guys keeping us straight with their stories
The death of a bricklayer in Dublin
And claims that there once were leprechauns 

And I was living with the night
Sleeping with the eyes
All night kept breathing

After two years of digging up my roots in back rooms
I found out there was only one truth 
That roots were meant to be buried

A waterfall is a poem pouring through a rock
The water will never fall back 
So I stopped looking for anyone

And I was living with the night
Sleeping with the eyes
All night kept breathing

A waterfall is a poem pouring through a rock
The water will never fall back 
So I stopped looking for anyone

A Waterfall Is a Poem Pouring through a Rock

A Waterfall Is a Poem Pouring Through a Rock

Don't be so hard on yourselves, we're only human after all.

Human

Get ready for this fabulous adventure !! My 4th work with Joao, inspiring as always !!!

https://soundcloud.com/jowwwafi: instrumental themes and arrangement, percussion, bass, guitars, synths..., production.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, guitars, synths, added sounds, production.
Intro/Outro: traditional music from Congo Republic. Picture: AI.

Translated lyrics (a funny-epic poem when I was 15):

Cacique manda: “¡Ir a cazar!”  /  Chieftain says, "Go hunting!"
Mondongo Gwanda pronto marchar.  /  Mondongo Gwanda soon leave.
Él ha bebido vino y gazpacho;  /  He has drunk wine and gazpacho;
torre ha subido todo borracho.  /  tower has climbed all inebriated.

Gran cazador, Mondongo corre  /  Great hunter, Mondongo runs
ojo avizor desde la torre.  /  watchful eye from the tower.
Cree haber visto una gacela.  /  He thinks he saw a gazelle.
“No me resisto, voy a cogerla.”  /  "I can’t resist, I’ll catch it."

Lleva su lanza, lleva su flecha,  /  He carries his spear, he carries his arrow,
pronto la alcanza y encima se echa.  /  he soon reaches for it, and jumps over.
Su colocón le trae de cabeza,  /  His drunkenness gets him in trouble,
¡el tío torpón falla la pieza!  /  the clumsy guy fails the prey!

 “¡Jopeng!” Exclama Mondongo, duro,  /  "Dang it!" exclaims Mondongo, tough,
enciende llama porque está oscuro.  /  he lights fire because it’s dark.
 “¡Cagonla!” Grita desesperado.  /  "Bullshit!" he screams desperately.
Ya la monita se le ha pasado.  /  The hangover is over already.

Sobrio, Mondongo no se calló,  /  Sober, Mondongo didn’t shut up,
dijo: “En el Congo soy yo el mejor.”  /  he said: "In the Congo I am the best."
Fue lanza en mano tras el animal,  /  He went spear in hand after the animal,
bajo un manzano fuelo a encontrar.  /  under an apple tree he got to find it.

Comiendo estaba tranquilamente,  /  It was eating calmly,
Gwanda acercábase lentamente.  /  Gwanda approached slowly.
Ya que la vio le tiró fuerte;  /  Once he saw it, speared it hard;
tanto la hirió, le dio la muerte.  /  he hurt it so much, caused its death.

Mondongo salta, vuelve al poblado,  /  Mondongo jumps, returns to the village,
alegre canta: “Ya la he cazado”.  /  happy he sings: "I’ve already hunted it".
Mondongo Gwanda llega a casita.  /  Mondongo Gwanda arrives home.
Cacique aguarda, le felicita.  /  Chieftain awaits, congratulates him.

MONDONGO GWANDA (with Jowwwafi)

blooming reef

A piece played on classical guitar

Notation & tab
https://musescore.com/user/54582801/scores/15271852?share=copy_link

In Clouds

Inspired by a hike to the Pico Ruivo on the portuguese Island of Madeira with my son David.  When it is cloudy at the sea level and you pass the low level clouds on the way up to the summit then you feel like heaven's gate is opening and you look the from the mountain tops down to the sea of clouds. The spirit of the olympic gods seems so close (except that Greece is not just around the corner ;) ).

Sea of Clouds

Benjamin Dantès - Il Restera La Mer

The Blue Room – smoke and whisky and tears….

The original idea was a smoky, jazzy, late night club-for-lonely-hearts kind of thing.  But since my “jazz” piano always ends up honky-tonk, and I can’t seem to lose the backwoods in my voice, the final product – though still smoky & late night – is more lonely hearts beer joint than jazz club.  Jazzabilly maybe.  Redneck Blues. 
								
But there is a plan to give the song a little jazz credibility.  I play an organ solo mid-song that I actually wrote for saxophone.  I’m sending the song to my little brother, longtime Atlanta musician Herb Avery, who says he knows a sax player who’ll take it on.  So if Herbert can make that happen, I’ll upload the new version later.  If he can’t, I’ll be looking for a sax player out there.  And yes, for now I’m keeping the sax player pic posted, to remind me to get this done.

My daughter Julia helped out vocally on the choral refrain.

So here we go.  Come set for a spell in The Blue Room…..when nobody loves you.

The Blue Room

Live @ Sipos Recording studio.
Written by Bill Liggett
Bill Liggett: guitar and vocals
Rick Ledgerwood : Bass
Larry Sell : Harmonica

This is one of those songs I'd like to record again at some point. This is an adrenaline piece in that there is a rush while playing it... especially live.. and so its difficult to keep the timing just right. I don't think it would be the same if it were recorded to a click track though. 

You said you'd be my friend forever.. but does forever have an end?
you said it's not the end of the road there's a way through just around the bend
well it's a long long time .. that you carried me
its a long long time now you say.. you want to let me down
well if you let me down.. let me down easy

Oh my Brother I heard you song and I shook your friendly hand
all the notes are still in my head but the ballad was the hourglass sandwell it's a long long time .. that you carried me
its a long long time now you say.. you want to let me down
well if you let me down.. let me down easy

Oh.. you say youll be back here some day
Oh... theres nothing more I can say.. but let me down easy

So now the game goes on my friend.. I know you had to fly
I could never fill your shoes but I know that its mine to try
well it's a long long time .. that you carried me
its a long long time now you say.. you want to let me down
well if you let me down.. let me down easy

Let Me Down Easy

Not Alone

"John Denver wrote this song about a 1910 Gibson "F-hole" acoustic jazz guitar his grandmother gave him when he was 12 years old. This was the same guitar she used to play, and it became Denver's prized possession, as he learned to love music playing the instrument. Denver would often talk about the guitar in concert appearances and interviews, as it was such an important part of his development. He was living in Tucson, Arizona when he got the guitar, as his father, who was in the Air Force, was stationed there.
Denver was a shy kid, and was forced to move around a lot because his dad was in the military. He spent a lot of time listening to the radio and playing the guitar, learning to write songs along the way. When he was 13, his music teacher asked him to bring the guitar into class, which he did. After playing some songs for the class, he became much more accepted at the school.
John Denver died on October 12, 1997 and his body was cremated along with this same guitar. The remains were spread over the Rocky Mountains.
"This Old Guitar" first appeared on Denver's eighth album, Back Home Again, as the last track. It was never released as a single, but was one of his favorites; the song appears on many of his compilations and Denver often performed it live."                SongFacts

This Old Guitar - John Denver (Cover)

A different arrangement than the original version by Neil.....

"Neil Young's song "Comes a Time" is about finding shelter from troubles and then facing them again. The song's lyrics were inspired by personal events and romantic relationships."               Google AI

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea

Comes a Time - Neil Young (Cover)

Collaboration with @Jh0st (vocals) and Comet17 (instruments)
Go to https://sunload.bandcamp.com/ for more

My Fallen Twin
In half light,
half human
The changing, angel fallen…
 
Cry to the rooftops
High like Mary
Carry the stolen crown
 
I see the future you…
You look like me, and sound like me too.
But lost is the imaginary
Boundary of sanity
 
From helpless,
too human
Wings of useless silence  
 
Unspoken
words unbroken
Listening closely to…
What's that your praying to?
Gods of your vanity
 
I see the future you…
your heavy wings, my fallen twin
Or is it just illusionary
hope in the form of a curse
 
Cry to the rooftops!
Drown in raindrops
Opening, wings of lead
 
Falling graceless,
human and faceless
Mute and weary silence
 
I see the future you…
your heavy wings, my fallen twin
Or is it just illusionary
hope in the…
 
form of a curse… keep silent, it only gets…
 
Now tell the others of eyes staring
Into blindness,
Wrapped in our hollow glory…
 
Now turned to dust 
from flames and rust and borders
and orders crushed (you turn around)
 
Through time's momentum
all that changes is the angel's shadow

darkstars EP

sun*load - My Fallen Twin - ft Jh0st

tribute to all those who also battle ptsd and depression on a daily basis, onwards and upwards and don't forget to breathe. #indie #electronica #postrock

shellshock

“You don’t sound like anyone else,” said Danny Thompson — legendary bass player for Nick Drake and Joe Strummer — about English producer Conil.

Tchad Blake, the renowned audio engineer for Tom Waits and Elvis Costello, echoed Thompson’s sentiment: “Strange Part of the Country is an awesome album. I still listen to it.”

Conil’s music reached even further when Fleetwood Mac blues icon Peter Green made a rare visit to his studio, drawn by deep admiration. Their encounter led to a hauntingly mellow version of Conil’s homage to the jazz greats, “Woke Up Around Midnight.”

Few artists cross boundaries like Conil, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. Admirers of his genre-defying sound include guitar icon Marc Ribot, British folk-blues pioneer Davey Graham, bass maestro Pino Palladino, and studio legend John Leckie.

As Strange Part of the Country continues to resonate with listeners around the world, it’s enjoying a well-deserved renaissance, becoming a lasting favorite.

Upon its release, the album made a quiet but undeniable impact in the UK. Q Magazine awarded it four stars and a coveted Q Recommends stamp, while Blues Matters featured Conil on its front cover, calling him “one of the most original artists out there.”

In the U.S., “Years Between” climbed to number three on the Alternative Radio Chart, receiving widespread airplay across the country.

Growing up in England, Conil has always felt a deep connection to American music. With close family ties and long-standing friendships across the U.S., the bond runs both deep and personal.

In 2011, he embarked on a transformative decade-long journey through some of the world’s most musically rich cities. From the soul of New Orleans to the grit of New York, the depth of Chicago, and the spirit of Austin, then across the Atlantic to Berlin and Athens, he immersed himself in each place, chasing a deeper understanding of music and the lives it shapes.

Conil is currently working on his long-awaited second album, a project that reunites him with Danny Thompson and Tchad Blake.

As much as I love making music, I'm also a fan of so many of you here on Soundcloud. This page is a mix-tape dedicated to all your amazing work. I'll be listening closely with cat's ears.

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