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 👏

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?

Strange Part of the Country

Years Between

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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

we listen to our music and stare at the silver screen
that’s where we got all our wisdom
but we haven’t learned a lesson yet,
no we haven’t learned a lesson yet oh no, oh no

records and concerts and flowers and dope
love-ins and blue jeans and politics and hope
meditation yoga and non pollutant soap, oh yeah
it all loses meaning when you’re crazy and broke
it all loses meaning when your crazy and broke oh no

it’s just the time now to sing the rhyme now,
it’s just the time now to sing the rhyme now,
oh yes i swear now that i’m aware now
oh yes i swear now i say a prayer now

we listen to our music glued to the colored sets
we pretend that we don’t care at all
but we haven’t learned a lesson yet,
no we haven’t learned a lesson yet oh no, oh no

communes and stereos and women’s rights,
it all loses meaning in the new moonlight
dance in the clubs to the lazer lights oh yeah
it's all or nothing, which one is right
its all or nothing, which one is right oh no

it’s just the time now to sing the rhyme now,
it’s just the time now to sing the rhyme now,
oh yes i swear now that i’m aware now
oh yes i swear now i say a prayer
..........
written & sung by eddie angel
produced and recorded by kid otari
drums by greek god yannis alfiers
keyboards by guillaume
guitars & additional vocals by naldo

Recorded on Otari MX5050 8-channel 1/2" tape at the Laundry Room, Oakland California

Silver Screen 3.3-4 44k EQ'd

Silver Screen

“4 Stars - Q Recommends”
- Q magazine

From the album Strange Part of the Country:

w/ Grammy-winner Tchad Blake (Tom Waits, Elvis Costello), and bass legend Danny Thompson (Robert Plant, Nick Drake)

"One of the most original artists out there"
- Blues Matters magazine

Time Settles - Lyrics: 

And the decision made a hole, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber in my bones
This is what finally separated me from all my friends for whom I became skeletal

Time settles over me
Time settles over me 

And then the places I visit became the same inside world that I thought I was in
And like a fly scribbling the air I know neither the place nor what the hour is

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And I, far off inside, was old

And now the years are closing in, each minute the last minute and following me

Time Settles

When I was in infant school my class was a ragbag bunch of scruffy working class urchins, self included.  National health glasses held together with band aids, hand-me-down clothes, bruises, jam sandwiches.  There was a kid in that class who was very quiet, often absent.  Good at reading.  Good at running.  Kept himself to himself.  Sat at the back, never made eye contact.  Never put his hand up.

Turns out he was very deaf and spending a lot of time in hospital with operations of various sorts.

When he was seven he was given a hearing aid - huge thing the size of a transistor radio that sat in his shirt pocket.  The story I heard was that when he first went home with it his mam took him for a walk down a country lane to try it out.  He was very upset that it was obviously broken - all sorts of odd scratching and buzzing noises.

They eventually realised that he was hearing insects for the first time.  

Imagine that.

Often wonder what became of him.
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Huge thanks to my two friends here: Paco for inspiring and driving this project with his wonderful music, and Oddrun for lifting my simple lyrical efforts to another level entirely.
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A Good Boy

A symphony of crushing silence 
Played his timpani of weathered clay
Under lowered eyes that cried defiance
He’d softly make his quiet way
A guiding star that burned with life, but ever failed to shine
Kept his distance, from afar, no avatar to hide behind
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their condescending, pitied way.

Inputs built of aural mud are clinically desensitised
Muffled whispers trundle under cobbled skies of grizzled grey
Dreams and aspirations that never could be realised
He’d tightly close his eyes and lightly kneel to pray
Social cripple loner ‘neath a joker’s plastic smiles
Silent rippled mannequin, cartoon audio spastic child
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their well meaning, hurtful way.

Flip the switch and hear the light
Bear witness to the revelation
A trip to day-sound from his silent night
Demolishing all his expectations
Sweet blushing kiss of angels’ eyes
One of them has turned the volume dial
To flush his muted domicile
And hear the crickets singing on the chamomile

So cast the light fine, on the deafened child’s mind
And let the sound shine as the clearest of days
A new world’s flight is leaving dark behind
Clarity rebound leads the way
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy…..

So swing the arc’s beam, bless the lonesome soul
Illumination wakes the inner self
Warmth of seemliness melts the cold
Communication taken off the shelf
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy …. He’s a good boy now.

A Good Boy:  MidiSound, Oddrun Eikli, 1234567890

Somewhere cross the world
People free and brave
Anything they want they take
It's a land of plenty
Enough for everyone
Except for those with none

Don't worry darling 
Little one dry your tears
It's somewhere far from here

Got tiny little hearts
To hear the way they live
So little love left to give
And if they got no house
They live on the street
Or maybe in a car's backseat

But don't worry darling
Little one dry your tears
It's somewhere far from here

Late at night they sing their songs
With all the grace of Babylon

My beautiful child
May you never see
What's become of their dream
Soon the day will be dawning
We'll wake and rise my darling
While somewhere night has fallen 
Somewhere far from here

But don't worry darling
Little one dry your tears
It's somewhere far from here

Somewhere Far From Here

Lonesome Las Vegas

Time to roam now                                                                                                             
So far from home now                                                                                                     
Thought the bright lights and commotion                                                                       
would ignite the fire                                                                                                          
That burned out when I let you go                                                                                                        
Still a shy guy
Trying to be some kind of a wise guy
Got on this midnight flight for 50 bucks
To see Las Vegas
Where do all those people go

Maybe now my luck will change                                                                                     
But it feels like a place to fear                                                                                         
Walk the strip, where’s that pyramid?
I don’t need those souvenirs
Here’s the Luxor where I’m staying
Got a window near the Mandalay
Makes me sad when I think of all  those lives expired
The blood's now washed away

Oh Oh, Oh Oh, so lonesome Las Vegas                                              Oh Oh, Oh Oh, so lonesome Las Vegas     

Swim that cool pool
Ignore the rules, fool
Sitting in the sun, no fun 
I don’t know anyone
The same feeling that I had in school
Buffet meal deal
Overeat, I don’t feel
This night I’ll make it stop
By seeing old Carrot Top
It’s so easy when the shit ain’t real

Maybe now my luck will change
Only wish that you were near
Tired of traveling, now I’m getting out
I'm not sure I’m gonna come back here
Like a sailor sunk without his ship
Desert stranded, foolish magic trick
I’m so alone and lost 
In Las Vegas Nevada ( repeat last 2 lines)

Oh Oh, Oh, Oh, so lonesome Las Vegas 






Lonesome Las Vegas

let this one speak for itself

lyrics

I like to play a tune on my guitar
when the words I want are just too far
when the world gets too bleak
I can't find the words that I seek
so I like to play a tune on my guitar

when there is just too much
senseless hate and pain
people doing things I can';t explain
my mind goes numb and I start to strum
yes I like to play a tune on my guitar

when I sit and strum
the pain seems to be gone
I don't see the room spinning round me
my mind just wanders off
I just think about the notes
my fingers seem to know just where to go
yes I like to play a tune on my guitar

but then I have to stop
and I have to get up
and the world is just the same as before
I hope the day will come
when we sit down as one

and all play a tune on our guitars

it's a big sandbox so let's all play

you arent helping 

youre making things worse

one day ill die

and be put in a hearse

put me in the ground

bury me alive 

no i wont make a sound

spin my head around

spin my head around so i cant remember 

so i cant remember x4

dead n’ buried

Title taken from a John Lennon comment about one of his songs. Any similarity between the words and the UK Chancellor are purely coincidental ;0)

Fancy Paper Empty Box

"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."

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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