What a great song, enjoyed a lot a new listen

This track is simply beautiful. Piano, vocals, harmonies, just great!

I haven't been by in awhile. This sounds so good. Enjoyed.

Nonchalant excellence. Being superb appears to come so easily to you Bruce.

I like this real sound and vocals. Well done 🎸🎤🎵♥️😊

You are my ocean

Waiting for the moment
That’s sometimes hard to find
moving in slow motion
weighing heavy on my mind

I am out of practice
I’m even out of time
I  feel like a prisoner
doing time

you and I went swimming
in the deep blue sea at night
The nights’ stars lit the ocean
They know who we are

I am like a runner
running out of time
I am like a sculptor
running out of lime

Let’s start at the beginning
let’s not contemplate the end
And forget what was in the meantime
maybe we  can still be friends

Looking at the moment
What would we sacrifice
You are my ocean
you’re my star filled sky

I waited at the station
to find you were somebody new  
that time and space had changed us
you weren’t how I remembered you

and I must let you wander
this earth on your own
that friends don’t stay forever
sometimes they're just gone

You Are My Ocean

Ce que tu crois

Ce Que Tu Crois

Written for Valentines Day.  
A 4-Star Commended Entry in the 'Love Songs' category of the UK Songwriting Contest 2022.

There is something magic in the air, I can feel it here and everywhere,
It's in the sparkling morning dew, I think it's all because of you,

Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
I'm lost in love, I'm lost in love,

Is this really truly happening, this restless state I find I'm in?
Can it really all be down to fate; are my senses really wide awake?

Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
I'm lost in love, I'm lost in love,

I'm living in a dreamy state of mind, amazed by all the feelings that I find,
I can't escape the fact it's true, it's all down to my love for you,

Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
I'm lost in love, I'm lost in love,
Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
Maybe it comes from up above, maybe it comes from up above

Lost In Love

CHECK IT OUT! "Over The Sea To Skye": On All Streaming Platforms. Here's a landing page: https://linktr.ee/michaelfirthsellers

The song, "Over the Sea to Skye", is dedicated to the memory of Margaret Jenny Sellers née Peterkin (1923 - 2018). The photo shows her as a teenager in the 1930s. "Over the Sea to Skye" is also streaming on YouTube, Spotify, and many other streaming sites.

At the funeral of my mother Margaret Sellers, John Alderman (her grandson) and I sang "Over the Sea to Skye", a famous Scottish folksong made even more famous by being the Outlander series theme song set to the lyrics of Robert Louis Stevenson. As she was Scottish, this seemed a very suitable choice.

The positive reaction to our rendition encouraged us to record our version of the song under the name of "The Leatherheads". Unfortunately, distance and a pandemic delayed this until March of 2022 when we eventually recorded it under the experienced eye of the amazing Sergio Aguilar, who also arranged the music and played most of the instruments.

I should at this point acknowledge the influence Bear McCreary (who recorded the Outlander theme) had on our rendition. Thanks to him I realized that the Robert Louis Stevenson poem was infinitely more suitable for a farewell to a loved one than the original Bonnie Prince Charlie lyric. Following his lead, I changed the personal pronouns to reflect we were talking about a woman. I also went further and slightly modified the lyrics to fit the occasion (a funeral),and gave it a different arrangement to suit the fact that it was being sung by two people and accompanied only by a guitar, an arrangement largely followed in this recording, apart from the introduction of a counterpoint where I'm singing the chorus of "Will Ye Go Lassie Go" (also known as "Wild Mountain Thyme"), another old Celtic folk song, and the use of more instrumentation and the use of lead guitars rather than bagpipes (the excellent Sergio Aguilar, ladies and gentlemen!).

So, please enjoy what for us was a heartfelt adios to a wonderful daughter, wife, mother, and grandmother! 

lyrics
Chorus:
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Sing as we say goodbye
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Over the sea … to Skye

Verse 1:
Mull was astern, Rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth glowed in her soul
Where is that glory now?

Chorus:
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Sing as we say goodbye
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Verse 2:
Give me again all that was there
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lass that's gone

Chorus: Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
(And we'll all go together)
Onward the sailors cry
(To pluck wild mountain thyme)
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
(All around the blooming heather)
Over the sea to Skye
(Will ye go lassie go?)

Verse 3:
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was she is gone … gone

Chorus: Instrumental

Chorus:
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Over the sea to Skye
Over the sea … to Skye

credits
from Sing me a Song of a Lass that is Gone, released April 2, 2022
Music: Traditional Scottish air collected in the 1870s by Anne Campbelle MacLeod
Lyrics: Robert Louis Stevenson (with changes by Bear McCreary & Michael Sellers)
Vocals: Michael Sellers; John Alderman
Guitars, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Song Cover photo: Family photograph
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Sing me a Song of a Lass that is Gone

Over the Sea to Skye

Buy at Bandcamp

Over The Sea To Skye - The Leatherheads UK Songwriting Contest: Five Stars: Commended Entry

Some ideas about Clarity of Intent and word Fun.

It's not how i would choose to live, the love you took from me was not mine to give
I suppose you think you know the truth.
Extrapolation and the lack Thereof, Precursor to the gods above.
and the failure to correlate within the present circumstance the results of actions taken in the past.
This never ceases to amaze and complicate the connecting of the dots
in the purple Haze.
While intellect is Boiling off like steam, A stream of single thoughts that joins the clouds around their heads
Walking in the desert late at night
far from their Bed
on a quest.
though perception of the consequence is not precise
Some scenarios can at least be precieved 
and in doing so, can mitigate the original intention.
Is the fairy dust curated by the prisoner in the Mortal Coil?


Life's a Joke 
and if you're not laughing
well, the jokes on you
sometimes it Happens
cosmic comedy
 won't you set me free
i just want to go Ramblin around, just want to go ramblin around

Prisoner of the Fairy Dust.

I´m just trying to show you something
You don’t want to know
I´m hiding all my guarded secrets
You already know
As if I stupid man would not comprehend
you go down to my plain 
Tell me it is plain to see
Your crying´s all about me

You say we’re goin´ down slow
And you have always known
We´re goin´ down slow
That´s the way things go

Drunk, lost and lonely, 
Melancholic beyond words,
Angry till you’re trembling,
And feeling unready for love,
You go out in a wild romantic gesture 
To a beautiful woman    
You fake a smile and a sober expression
And all in the name of love and pain.

You say we’re goin´ down slow
And you have always known
We´re goin´ down slow
That´s the way things go

You wonder ´bout all these contradictions 
All these trials and confusions inside
But with a splendid displacement
You will let them hide.

You say we’re goin´ down slow
And you have always known
We´re goin´ down slow
That´s the way things go

Goin´down slow

This song is the opening track from my new album with the Littoral Drift.  Josh Peters https://soundcloud.com/jdylanp was gracious enough to sit in and play on these tracks. His drumming is unique, stylish, and passionate. He brings a lot of flavor to every song on this new album. During recording, I gave him little direction and told him I wanted him to feel total freedom to explore the tune and the vibe. It inspires his playing. We mixed the album together and decided to call the new band The Littoral Drift. The Littoral drift, or longshore sediment transport, is the term used for the longshore transport of sediments (mainly sand), along the upper shoreface due to the action of breaking and longshore currents. 

Check out the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9T1rLpQw-tQ

Lyrics:
Born with a nanny and a silver spoon
No complaints no complaints
Broken down wifi can’t get no display
Plain and mundane just plain and mundane

Rolling the dice and feeling the spice
Credited for your glee 
Byzantine pleasure couches of leather
Sprinkled Freud into their sleep
Blameless faceless can’t tell the difference
They all look the same to me
Kaleidoscope of colors forming on the mother
Dark heart formed repressively
Down in the dumps could have been a contender
Blame the mob and learn the lesson
 jingles and  jangles of  holiday pretenders
Blindness to the seedy oppression
It doesn’t affect me so I don’t care

So many out there just fighting for their share. 

Just like animals we rip and we tear
Floating and bobbing hoping it ends
Nothing gets wasted in the nature of things
Recycled promises hang from the wing

Too many trampled just trying to see
Sitting pretty from the perch in their tree
Pulling for the ringer   tribal thought lingers
 avarice raises its middle finger.

Blameless faceless can’t tell the difference
They all look the same to me
Kaleidoscope of colors forming on the mother
Dark heart formed repressively
Down in the dumps could have been a contender
Blame the mob and learn the lesson
 jingles and  jangles of  holiday pretenders
Blindness to the seedy oppression
It doesn’t affect me so I don’t care
So many out there just fighting for their share.

The Littoral Drift

The Nature of Things

As  I once heard "I'm not complaining, I'm just making an observation"

© Joe Liberty 2022. All rights reserved

Just Getting By

Now in the land of milk and honey 
In the home of the free and the brave  
It’s a time of feast or famine  and your worth equals your pay 
Sometimes you gotta wonder why
  Work hard all your life but still just getting by
Still just getting by

Well now, do you have or have you not 
Its the question of the day  
And your answer will determine
 If you’re out or got it made 
Sometimes you gotta wonder why
  Work hard all your life but still just getting by 
Still just getting by 
Yea

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  solo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

The bills they just keep coming  
The prices they all rise
 World you used to know before  crumbles by and by  
The same olds never ending
 But the dream keeps you alive  
Till you finely you realise 
That that dreams a lie

Oh, do what you can hope for the best  
Who knows you might win lotto yet  
Life a gamble and you know it’s true  
When one man wins the others lose 
Your lifes defined right from the start  
So get in line and do your part  
Buck the system if you dare 
But it’s dog-eat-dog so just beware 
Sometimes you gotta wonder why  
Work hard all your life but still just getting by
 Still just getting by 
Sometimes you gotta wonder why  
Work hard all your life and still just getting by
Still just getting by
Bye bye, still just getting by
Bye bye, still just getting by 
Yea

JustGettinBy3

Ever felt like life is passing you by?

You're just crossing off the days?

Ticking down the time?
_______________________________________________________________

Ticking

Ticking down the time.
Nowhere at the speed of light,
Nothing in my mind.
A dream of futures past.
Precious in my heart,
But it never came to pass.
Rearranged all my drawers of memory's worn out socks,
Corrected all my broken lifetime's kitchen clocks.
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Backwards at the speed of life,
Burdened in my mind.
Who stole it all away?
The clarity of thought
That defined me yesterday.
Dusted all the volumes on my memory's shelf,
Time-lapsed photographic of my former self.
Just ticking down the time.

Tomorrow calls in shades of black,
I swear these walls are staring back,
We waltz our falls in spiral mime,
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Lights out on the road ahead,
Fog come down behind.
Ready to anoint
The corpse of a life history
Shrivelled to a point.
JPEG'd out the detail of the smiling years,
Algorithmically compressed into this room of tears,
Where I'm just ticking down the time.
_______________________________________________________________

Photo by Charles Deluvio on Unsplash

Ticking

"The Second Coming" is a poem written by Irish poet W. B. Yeats in 1919, the poem uses Christian imagery regarding the Apocalypse  to allegorically describe the atmosphere in the immediate aftermath of WW1. The poem was written in the weeks following Yeats's pregnant wife's recovery from the flu. The virus had apparently bought his wife close to death. 
These themes of senseless destruction and pandemic seem to echo the world in which we currently find ourselves and the work seems like a chillingly apt allegory for our present situation.

A further twist to this piece is that the dialogue was generated using AI Voice cloning, the AI was trained using a recording of the English actor David Warner, who passed away in July 2022. The text of the poem was then simply copied into a text dialogue and the audio was then created within a minute. I slightly slowed the audio, split some sections and added some subtle convolution reverb, but otherwise the voice you hear is generated entirely by the AI.  
While this has been an interesting exercise in discovering what is possible, it does concern me regarding the rate at which AI technologies have suddenly exploded into the public arena.

Should we be worried.... possibly?

Dialogue: AI txt to speech generated using Eleven labs speech synthesis
Accompaniment: Andy & Helen

The Second Coming - W.B. Yeats (A dark ai verse for dark days)

Little Kiku you made me smile this morning
while we had coffee out 
the rain began to fall on our menu as we planned our famous day … 
and then you reach to me 
and that look in your eye could stop every single bird in this sky or at least they would try to slow down 
those little birds could slow down

are you not sleeping well
are you eating all right
do you worry of things that can go bump in the night
i love you Kiku

Are you not sleeping well
Are you eating all right
Do you worry of things that can go bump in the night
I love you Kiku
I love you Kiku

Little Kiku you know I have no way of finding you in this big dark city 
This big dark city tonight
come home
just come home to me

we can go out for coffee
we can stand in the rain
just let me explain
just let me explain

and then you reach for my hand
and I see that look in your eye
you could stop birds in the sky 
or at least get them to slow down
slow down
slow down
slow down
slow down 
slow down
It's 10 o'clock......
night night

Music composed and piano performed by Tom Régnier
Lyrics, organ, drums vocals, production and mix by conover
Guitar Solo by https://soundcloud.com/juswel
Cover art by Tom Régnier
Mastered at Abbey Road Studio by Alex Gordon
www.abbeyroad.com/engineer/alex-gordon

Kiku: conover/régnier/Welin

If there was only two traits that came through in my music, I would hope that it would seem to be effortless and inevitable.
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Kiku: conover/régnier/Welin

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