Amazing vocals and performance, has an epic and timeless feel, great music and production!

very intense song… so beautiful, mate …especially your voice👌🏻

very nice singing with excellent performance

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Old Irish Drunks - Lyrics

Well he left home one Sligo day and he kept on going until he came to a halt
And they heard nothing of their lost son since London had swallowed him up
Each night he drank himself to sleep in a town where he lived but did not belong
These streets were built by men who came from the earth then covered it up

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

Living on the far edge he broke his toes in the High Road cold
His last days he told me how much he loved all he said he hated most

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain

Built them good
Built them good
Built them good
Built them good

Strange Part of the Country

Old Irish Drunks

Bandcamp

The main riff of this is monkeyed from widerstehe doch der sünde by J.S. Bach. Another tribute to my father, who loved Bach.

I Know That You're Gone

This track is inspired by the words of Mr Jon Kabat-Zinn, who is both a great scientist and one of the founders of mindfulness meditation. I have the greatest respect for his wisdom and his work, and I thank him to build bridges between science and philosophy.

Music & mixing by Julien Vescovi
Spoken words by Jon Kabat-Zinn
Flute played by Lou Faedda
Double bass played by Colinne Solet

Locked-in

One Melody

Throughline

I see, feel, hear the rain and thunder, over our world, and it makes me wonder about a few things......

Where did... common sense go?
Where did... the knowledge and realization that we have nowhere to go go? 

Where did... the courage and will to stop the gates of hell from constantly standing ajar go?
Where did... your own will go?

Some of these natural lessons extend into the moral structure of humanity as it must evaluate from time to time if novel ideas work or if the ancient wisdom is better...and so it rains.

Video is available on youtube here; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYb_6nZuXOQ

Lyric/poem, singing and narration - Peter The Poet: @ https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Beautiful guitars left/right - Master David D: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Music, e-guitar, mix, production - Seagull: https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio
The gorgeous female voice: Clara Sorace.

Rain
And so it rains
Will it wash away tomorrow’s hopes, 
Leave us stranded in our yesterdays
Clinging to the fraying ropes
Swinging helplessly in vain

And yet it rains
Both the means to life or drowning death
Spilling ‘cross the flooding plains
Sucking out the terminal breath
Forever and again

I stand here naked, cold and blue
Stripped of pride and freedom too
Aspirations drained, subdued
As heaven’s cloudbursts purge me through

And still it rains
Will it cleanse, refresh, renew the truth
Sanitise and ease the pain
Or launder filthy failure’s proof
To try and hide the liar’s stain

And it will rain
While lunatics still yield the whip
Indoctrination’s game remains
The crass politico’s iron grip
Will euthanise our children’s brains

……and so it rains

Rain - Peter, David & Seagull - Video on youtube

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little man

Lyrics:

Running around, working hard
To afford what you want..
Always in search of wealth and money
Never rest from the hunt...

Chorus:
If you can bring a smile to a child's face
If you can share what you have
That is the greatest wealth of all
And you don't need the running anymore

All the money can be useful
And maybe help you for a while..
But it can never replace the good feeling you get
When you make someone smile....

Chorus:
If you can bring a smile to a child's face
If you can share what you have
That is the greatest wealth of all
And you don't need the running anymore

Slow down, look around
Do you really need more?
You can please another heart
Without making yourself poor....

Chorus:
If you can bring a smile to a child's face
If you can share what you have
That is the greatest wealth of all
And you don't need the running anymore....

Ohhhh!

The Greatest Wealth Of All

          Hello,
Have a Good DaY 
 Good ListeninG 
         Peace 
         ✌️😊

_ATmōSPhēRE_

Heavenly Sonata

I'm All Down

Sunset Drive

Showdown

part of this 9.13.25

I'm a rose in the concrete
Fighting for the light
Trying to bloom where I was planted
Even when it don't feel right
They say I need more than this
But this is all I've ever known
So I keep reaching through the cracks
Learning how to grow on my own
How to grow on my own


A raw confession about trying to grow and become something when you started with nothing. About fighting to bloom where you were planted, even when the environment wasn't built for you.

Concrete Rose

I was born to lose

Benjamin Börschinger (guitar)
Timo Petmanson (keyboard, drum machine)

Zürich 2020

Mixing/mastering Remi Teras

Petmanson & Börschinger - Trumimasen [2020]

Songs from the edge of somewhere. A place that doesn’t announce itself. You step in and can’t tell if you’ve walked into a protest, a party, or the end of something.

Conil’s music comes from the blues and from the life that followed it. A voice marked by the places it’s been.

People heard it early.
Danny Thompson said, “You don’t sound like anyone else.”
Tchad Blake still plays Strange Part of the Country.
Peter Green walked into the studio one afternoon and cut a track.

The record didn’t arrive with noise. It surfaced—four stars in Q Magazine, a Blues Matters cover, a single reaching number three on the U.S. Alternative Radio Chart.

The early years were England. Then came New Orleans, New York, Berlin, the Himalayas, Kilimanjaro.

The second album is close now. Marc Ribot on guitar. Danny Thompson’s final sessions. Tchad Blake in Wales.

Some things reveal themselves only at the end.

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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April
First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

Old Irish Drunks

Conil

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