Waw superbe !   Quelle qualité ( composition, interprétation ) et production remarquable !!

Le pixie dust c'est le secret!  Beau voix et melodie!!

Fantastique. Vous savez combien j'aime la voix française. Lisse!

All things shiny and new.

Guitar, Lead Vocal, Lyrics and song by William Paterson 
@w-paterson-1-1
backing vocal, keyboards ,percusions, mix, and productions by conover
© 2015 Patersongs/Conover


Waiting On The Sun

Me and you 
Sitting in the rain
Waiting on the sun to come

Me and you
Digging in our pockets
Its no money no fun

Well some day soon
Something's going to happen
Lucks going to come our way
We cant give up
We got to keep hoping 
Tomorrows going to be our day

Me and you
Trying just to get by
Boy these days are hard

You cant get work
They don't want to pay ya
Unless you play the right card

Well some day soon
Something's going to happen
Lucks going to come our way
We cant give up
We got to keep hoping
Tomorrows going to be our day

Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the sun

LEAD BREAK

Well some day soon
something's gonna happen
Lucks gonna come our way 
We cant give up 
We got to keep hoping
Tomorrows gonna be our day

Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the sun

Me and you
Waiting on tomorrow
Wishing it all away

Me and you 
Drinking through the sorrow
It always seems to want to stay

Well some day soon
Something's gonna happen
Lucks gonna come our way
We cant give up
We got to keep hoping
Tomorrows gonna be our day

Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the sun
Waiting on the sun......ect ......

END.

Waiting On The Sun (Patersongs/Conover)

Music and vocal by Alexis Roche
Production,mixing,editing,keyboards,orchestration and lite application of pixie dust: Bruce Conover

Lyrics: Poem by Paul Verlaine (1870).

La lune blanche
Luit dans les bois ;
De chaque branche
Part une voix
Sous la ramée...

Ô bien-aimée.

L'étang reflète,
Profond miroir,
La silhouette
Du saule noir
Où le vent pleure...

Rêvons, c'est l'heure.

Un vaste et tendre
Apaisement
Semble descendre
Du firmament
Que l'astre irise...

C'est l'heure exquise



translation to English:

The white moon
Shines in the woods ;
From each branch
springs a voice
beneath the arbor..

Oh my beloved.

Like a deep mirror
the pond reflects
the silhouette
of the black willow
where the wind weeps.

Let us dream! It is the hour...

A vast and tender calm
seems to descend
from a sky
made iridescent by the moon.

It is the exquisite hour!

Note from Alexis Roche to me when I ask him what this song meant and what that initial spark was good got them to write this beautiful song.

Re the song itself, it's a poem by Paul Verlaine from 1870 that evokes lovers(or maybe a man alone thinking of his missing beloved one)taking an evening walk under the moon. listening to the wind in the trees, watching a black willow reflected in the pond... it's basically about appeasement, dreams and, of course, love. This poem always makes me think about "Dream a little dream of me".
 After reading it for the first time, about 25 years ago (I was 17), I took my guitar, put those two chords, and found that melody straight away... I always thought it was over-simplistic, hence never played it with anyone, but for some reason it got stuck in my head and has been haunting me ever since. I eventually decided to record it one year ago, possibly in an attempt to let it go away... 
but thanks to the incredible feedback I got from soundclouders, things have not quite happened this way!

I will need therapy too :)

This Track came about after being so inspired by that beautiful song.

Music by Alexis Roche from his original recording located 
here: https://soundcloud.com/alexis-roche-2/lheure-exquise

Production,mixing,editing,keyboards,orchestration and lite application of pixie dust:  Bruce Conover

L'heure Exquise  (Roche/Conover)

Music: Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli
Instrumental composition, piano: Yann Kiferhttps://soundcloud.com/annkifer
Vocal and vocal composition, photo: Oddrun Eikli
Mix: Arne Hiorth
Poem: Emily Jane Brontë (The first verse of the poem: Come, walk with me)

Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew -
He took them one by one and we
Are left the only two;
So closer would my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine -

'Nay call me not - it may not be
Is human love so true?
Can Friendship's flower droop on for years
And then revive anew?
No, though the soil be wet with tears,
How fair soe'er it grew
The vital sap once perished
Will never flow again
And surer than that dwelling dread,
The narrow dungeon of the dead
Time parts the hearts of men 

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Come,Walk With Me. Poem: Emily Jane Brontë. Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli

Cosmic Soup

"Love begins in a moment, grows over time, and lasts forever." - Unknown

For Mr. Harris, who is often the subject or recipient of new music...This one was written in celebration of our wedding anniversary. Our wedding took place many years ago on St. Patrick's Day, over Spring Break. It was a lovely day despite the completely unpredictable March weather, and the years since have been beautiful, through good times and as well as challenging times. 😊

Love Over Time

Rumors of War

Mesmerize

For my sixth birthday for weeks and weeks I begged my dad for a dog
But my dad didn’t think I was responsible enough and he was also kind of cheap
But I kept asking him constantly and finally he broke down
He gave me a little cabbage plant growing in a Styrofoam cup

He said if you take good care of this cabbage plant
Next year I’ll consider buying you a dog

I named him Charlie and I planted him in the flowerbed in the front yard
And every morning I’d go outside, and I’d feed him water and fertilizer
I’d update him on what was going on inside the house
And as far as cabbages go Charlie was a patient listener

Every night before I went to bed
I’d stick my head out the window and say goodnight to Charlie.

Our friendship was more than one of those passing fads
And every day Charlie grew until his head was bigger than my dad’s

And I guess my dad must have noticed too because one crisp autumn afternoon
Me and Charlie were sitting in the flowerbed listening to a baseball game
My dad came outside, and he said to me, it’s time for you to become a man

He reached down and he ripped my best friend Charlie out of the ground
For a couple of seconds, I could see his little roots gasping for soil 
Then we took him in the house and we cleaned and we gutted him

 And I swore that would be the last time I’d ever have a personal relationship
 with a vegetable of the cruciferous type
And as we sat around the table, eating our cabbage soup
It occurred to me I was so glad my dad hadn’t bought be a dog

I dedicate this song to Charlie because he made such a big impression on me
Those months we spent together made me so happy.
I go down the produce aisle at the grocery store.  I see those cabbages and it makes sad
I’m glad for the time we spent together.  Sorry it had to end up so bad.

Charlie (Cabbage Song)

A Sunday morning piano improvisation about starting over. 😊 Wishing a wonderful day to everyone listening.

"As the day ends...put your worries to rest. Tomorrow is another day, filled with hope, potential and promise." - Sue Krebs

Another Day

Dinner for two

My maternal grandmother's cousin, Bill, had a lifelong interest in magic. It all began during his childhood when he had the flu. A friend taught him a few card tricks to help pass the time, and from that moment on, he was captivated and dedicated himself to perfecting his skills. In 1929, shortly after college, Bill joined the Society of American Magicians, hoping to make magic his career. His parents were concerned and did not approve of their son becoming a magician and entertainer. They encouraged him to give up magic and follow his father into the insurance business. He tried it for a while, but the allure of magic was too strong, and he eventually became a professional magician. Throughout the 1940s and 50s, he was constantly touring, performing a wide variety of illusions alongside well-known entertainers of the era, as well as his wife, who was his onstage assistant. Sadly, after many years, magic and fame became an unhealthy obsession that took a significant toll on Bill and his family. However, in the beginning, it brought him a sense of wonder and adventure. This piece aims to capture those early years.

The Magician

ANARS ! où que tu ailles

original music bed by Nate J  https://soundcloud.com/natej_music/bright
Vocal/Lyrical sketch by conover

I'm kinda visualizing
A home up on the hill
overlooking the ocean
I See an orange front door
With plenty of light coming in.

Build me a Castle and please keep it strong.
To guard against the elements that keep propelling me on.
Compose a mighty Castle and please keep it free
Of all the innocence that's missing in me.
That's missing in me....

Welcome to the BrightHouse
Where all things are shiny and real
Welcome to the BrightHouse
Where all your dreams come true
Welcome to the BrightHouse
Where all things are shiny and new
Welcome to the BrightHouse
Where all your dreams can come true
For you
For You
Just for you
4U
WTTB

An interesting interview from one of my major influences in production Jon Brion.   https://tapeop.com/interviews/18/jon-brion/

Welcome to The BrightHouse  (Conover / Nate J)

Music Bed by https://soundcloud.com/natej_music/dance-alone
Vocals and lyrics, mix and mastering by conover
© 2019 Conover/natej

Well here were standing in this bright and bold horizon
And some people feel that they're all alone
I'm here to tell you that were standing strong together
And we just don't need to dance alone
We take one step forward
and we meet that little girl
We back up a few steps and we twirl our arms up in the air
You swing the doors wide-open
and let the fresh clean air come in
You turn the lights on and make the shadows go away

Cause we ain't going to dance alone tonight
We're going to dance alone together 
We ain't going to dance alone tonight
We're going to dance together

©Conover & NateJ Jan 2019

We Ain't Going to Dance Alone!(Conover / Nate J)

Music by natej
Vocals, mix, horns and lyric's by conover
© 2019 Conover/natej

United we stand and here we go hand-in-hand.
Qantas will take you the safest way of all.
When you walked out across the tarmac.
I counted your steps until you’d got into the plane.
Oh Lord I know I'll feel the waiting.
The waiting came to set my plate.
Oh Lord I know I'll feel the waiting.
The waiting came to set my plate. But wait..

Around the world with you in 80 days.. Oh My
A round with you this morning.
Around the world with you in 80 days.. Oh My
A round with you again and again and again

Oh Lord I know I'll feel the waiting.
The waiting came to set my plate. 
Oh Lord I know I'll feel the waiting.
The waiting came to set my plate. But wait..

Around the world with you in 80 days.. Oh My
A round with you this morning.
Around the world with you in 8
Around the world with you in 80 days.. Oh My
A round with you this morning
Around the world with you in 80 days.. Oh My
A round with you again and again and again

Here is my one take vocal approach to a letter I got from Nate J.
That doesn't mean there aren't stacked vocals. It just means that everything I attempted I would keep and not look back.
This is the head down approach and you just work through the track eight bars at a time until you hit that magic ending.

Here is the correspondence I received:
I know it may not sound like a finished top song but I think it's good to show the process. 


Nate J
Hey Bruce! Here is the song I promised you! I call it "Gone" because it feels melancholy and longing at times but still sounds hopeful to me. I'm currently in a long distance relationship so I drew the connection from that. However, you should take it in whatever direction you feel! I'm excited to see your take on it! :)
https://soundcloud.com/natej_music/gone

The Waiting (Conover / Nate J)

Burned by love

Embers are glowing
Little eyes are showing
the plans for the rest of the night.
Temperatures dropping
but no need for bother
just pull me in closer
just pull me in closer to you
closer to you
closer to you
closer to you

We could be burned by love
We could be swept into nothingness
We could be burned by love
We could be caught up in happiness for you

Embers are glowing
Little eyes are showing
the plans for the rest of the night.
Temperatures dropping
but no need for bother
just pull me in closer
just pull me in closer to you 
closer to you
closer to you
closer to you

We could be burned by love
We could be swept into nothingness
We could be burned by love
We could be caught up in happiness for you.....

Temperatures dropping
but no need for bother
just pull me in closer
just pull me in closer to you
closer to you
closer to you
closer to you

We could be burned by love
We could be swept into nothingness
We could be burned by love
We could be caught up in happiness for you....

It's cold out there people. Stay warm and cuddle together

Music bed by: Nate j https://soundcloud.com/natej_music/burn
Guitar by @juswel
Vocals and lyrics by conover
© 2019 Conover/Natej

Burned By Love (Conover/ Nate J/ 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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L'heure Exquise (Roche/Conover)

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