Your music and your voice are unique. And what I particularly admire is that it's not just your voice that sings. Your voice, heart and soul sing together. Great, Conil. 👏

What a great song! What a fantastic voice!

Another masterpiece, thank you Conil for sharing your tracks! Wonderful!

would love to be able to hold notes that long

Just come back for another listen. Lovely 👏

Round Midnight - Lyrics 

Round midnight when the engine’s on
Lose my head from the rolling throng
Get my house out of the fire
Get my car out of the wreckage pile
Straight out of lullaby land 
Straight out of Birdland
Like waking up in the morning without my head in my hands

And I’m getting on
Well it’s been pretty long
And I woke up around midnight to see Charlie Parker fly in a saxophone
Well there's gold on the road

Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you

Charles Mingus
That’s so like Philly Joe Jones
Miles she likes your Miles Davis shit
Miles Davis shit 
Miles Davis shit 

Gone midnight and I'm just moving on 
With a couple of fellas with sticks and songs
Got my head into a St. Louis fire
Haven’t seen daylight for a couple of nights
Straight out of lullaby land
Straight out of Thelonious land
Like waking up without feeling like my head’s been up my ass

And I’m getting on
Well it’s been pretty long
And if I’m not home before midnight I'll be playing here with this whiskey and these songs
From somewhere out of the earth

Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you

Second cousin of the Dizzy man
And the nephew of the devil
A girl sent to me by the devil

I'm getting it on and I can’t do me wrong
Got jazz inside my vein now and the blues even comes out of my asshole
It's the door to my soul

Round midnight getting, I'm just getting on with you

Strange Part of the Country

Round Midnight

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Years Between - Lyrics

Time to go home
Time is not enough

And I have seen down the ways of time
And I feel them coming through me in waves

In my life, like a shadow in the sunlight
Just passing over all the days and the years between
And the long way and the journey into night and day
And when it's over our days are lost into real life

Breathe in the years
Time greeting me

And how all these things have me weighed down
When I have seen far away

And in my life, like a shadow in the sunlight
Just passing over all the days and the years between
And the long way and the journey into night and day
And when it's over our days are lost into real life

And what about when I get old?

And in my life, like a shadow in the sunlight
Just passing over all the days and the years between
And the long way and the journey into night and day
And when it's over our days are lost into real life

And what about now?

Years Between

Camden Town and I Should Be Happy - Lyrics

Feel unusual maybe we should get outside some time this week or maybe we should go on scraping the walls

Head's gone weird
Head's gone weird

Feeling derelict, if I was a house I’d be the end of a terrace knocked down leaving my inside walls outwards

Head's gone weird
Head's gone weird
Head's gone weird
Head's gone weird

Camden Town and I should be happy

Camden Town and I Should Be Happy

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

Turning Point

It's not often that an entire nation suddenly has its hands unshackled, its mouth ungagged and its cell door left ajar with an open invitation to leave the darkness and step into the light.

So, Syria, what's it to be?

Hmmm...?

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Find Seagull's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Find David's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

Artwork by Seagull
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Mother Syria

Hold my hand up to the sun to reach this smouldered rubble
Lift my eyes again with little patience left in trust
Assad years, father and son, each the devil’s double
Gassed and burned my cradle nation to blood-soaked mental dust

With his face alight the new guy’s mission, pure, sent from heaven
Promises truth, gold, light and god in his virgin presidential pledge
In the dead of night autocracy voted AK47
New boots crush freedom’s fingertips, as they’re clinging to the ledge

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
That cradled understanding of things earthly and divine?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
Or should we prepare the palliatives for your sectarian decline?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
On the path of sane humanity or on diabolos’ design?

Mother Syria will you renounce the suicide bomber’s blast?
Maybe seek out peace at last?

Mother Syria   ...   with Seagull and David Dunham

I've always wanted to play this because it is one of my favorite songs. Let's just say it has been on my to-do list for a couple years and I've always been afraid to attempt it. Thank you for listening!! I appreciate you!

Yamaha Acoustic Guitar
Peavey Bass
6 different woven synths
Vocals

We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does
Faster than a bullet
From an empty gun
Turn yourself over
Loose change we could spend
Grinding down diamonds
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

People pushing harder
Up against themselves
Make their daggers sharper
Than their faces tell
Babe, its your time now
Loose change we could spend
Where we are going
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

Round the Bend (Beck Cover)

Live song of the month,  Work in Progress

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As the sky begins to swallow 
The moon begins to shine 
Your cigarette is burning 
Perhaps it is a sign 

Never ending or concluding 
Never started to begin 
Your mind is racing miles an hour 
All the cars begin to sing 

The pavement is burning 
On the soles beneath your feet 
The calls you make unanswered 
You know you’ll never sleep 

Your body lone and waiting
Like a flower with no sun 
Your sins have reimagined 
And this time they have a gun 

Face your troubles with some grace 												
And don’t make such a fuss													
Let it flow off in the air 
In your hands it turns to dust


As the night grows tall and long 
The hours start to blur 
Your legs are growing tired 
Your words begin to slur 

The sounds of drugged up nomads 
The couples in a rut 
Some kissing on the sidewalk 
And you feel it in your gut 

This feeling warm and open 
Has closed itself for good 
Someone spits that you should smile 
You try but never could 

You are hopeless you are vile 
And your words leave only soot 
You’re a cheater you’re a liar 
But you always get them hooked 

The sky is clear and silent 
There’s no point to discuss 
Let it flow off in the air 
In your hands it turns to dust


As the sky begins to spill
The sun begins to shine 
All the life that has been waiting 
Is suddenly alive 

The colours draw a palette
The trees begin to green 
It’s only when you see them 
What’s unraveled has come clean 

Her lips that felt so close 
That were here just yesterday 
Her eyes tangled with yours
are a million miles away 

It’s only when the colour 
Reminds you of her hair 
And then you know it’s over 
You’re suddenly aware

The love you have is patient 
But this time it’s not enough 
Let it flow off in the air 
In your hands it turns to dust


All photos by Felix

Dust- demo

A love story that started with a "Hi!" and end up in something more. This is how real love feels like... it's not about you, it's about her. Love to be loved, in order to feel love. Love is great if you know how to take care of it. This is not a thing but a journey... where you get more and more and you never stop to be surprised for what's next. Listen, and enjoy. This song is for you, mi amor <3.

Serenity Song

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"You don't sound like anyone else," said Danny Thompson - legendary bass player for Nick Drake and Joe Strummer - about English musician Conil.

Tchad Blake, the renowned audio engineer for Tom Waits and Paul McCartney, echoed Thompson's sentiment, declaring, "Strange Part of the Country is an awesome album! I still listen to it."

Conil's music reached great heights when Fleetwood Mac blues icon Peter Green paid a visit to his studio, driven by his admiration for Conil's music. The collaboration between the two resulted in a mesmerizing, mellow version of Conil's homage to the jazz greats, "Round 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 is experiencing a well-deserved renaissance and becoming an all-time favorite. 

Upon its release in the UK, Strange Part of the Country made some waves. Q magazine, the country's best-selling music monthly, recognized its exceptional quality with a prestigious "Four stars - Q Recommends" rating, while Blues Matters magazine celebrated Conil as "one of the most original artists out there," giving him the front cover feature.

Born in England, Conil's musical roots extend to England, Ireland, and France, but his deep affection lies with the sounds of American music.

Following the release of Strange Part of the Country, he embarked on a transformative journey, spending the past decade residing in various cities across the United States and Europe, including New York City, New Orleans, Chicago, Athens, and Berlin.

Conil is currently immersed in making a second album, a project that reunites him with the incomparable talents of Danny Thompson and Tchad Blake, as well as several other world class musicians.

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