Every love story has it’s "beauty days" but the bad relationsships has to come to it’s end for
you to be able to fly high. Moving on is the best feeling of them all and nothing can bring you down after what you’ve been fighting trough!
Putting it all behind will be your blessing.

Out of Your Mind (feat. Gustav Bjoerck)

Music & Production by Omelette of Mars
https://soundcloud.com/omeletteofmars

Watch the video, here! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7D65bB0DwE

Read by Cosmic Keanu

Cimmeria
by Robert E. Howard

I remember
The dark woods, masking slopes of sombre hills;
The grey clouds' leaden everlasting arch;
The dusky streams that flowed without a sound,
And the lone winds that whispered down the passes.

Vista upon vista marching, hills on hills,
Slope beyond slope, each dark with sullen trees,
Our gaunt land lay. So when a man climbed up
A rugged peak and gazed, his shaded eye
Saw but the endless vista--hill on hill,
Slope beyond slope, each hooded like its brothers.

It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold
All winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun,
With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds,
And the dark woodlands brooding over all,
Not even lightened by the rare dim sun
Which made squat shadows out of men; they called it
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and deep Night.

It was so long ago and far away
I have forgotten the very name men called me.
The axe and flint-tipped spear are like a dream,
And hunts and wars are like shadows. I recall
Only the stillness of that sombre land;
The clouds that piled forever on the hills,
The dimness of the everlasting woods.
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night.

Oh, soul of mine, born out of shadowed hills,
To clouds and winds and ghosts that shun the sun,
How many deaths shall serve to break at last
This heritage which wraps me in the grey
Apparel of ghosts?  I search my heart and find
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night.

Cimmeria (Omelette Of Mars & Cosmic Keanu) - VIDEO AVAILABLE

There are times in our life when we  reflect through our thoughts.
Our Souls are the platforms that harbour these thoughts, emotions and desires.
I recently experienced these moments, which inspired this track.
I hope this music will take you through the same journey.
Composition, piano, 
midi (guitar,celo and choir)

our Souls in Solitude

STREET PREACHER 2

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 1st Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
SONG NOTES and LYRICS:
I wrote this song about an imaginary character born and raised on the Mississippi, growing up to be a music man. It's not based on anybody real, but is a kind of tribute to all (blues) musicians down the ages, who have developed their own style of playing and have become admired by future generations. I was inspired to learn to play the guitar listening to great guitar players and fascinated by their ability to simultaneously play a bass line, percussive rhythm and melody, while singing at the same time. (For guitar players interested in how this song is played, it is capo'd at the first fret and played in Bflat, using the thumb on the left hand to play bass notes while stretching fingers 3 and 4 for hammer-ons.). Hope you like it!

They named him Mississippi
That’s where he was born and found
Raised by the crew of a steamboat
Never did like his feet on solid ground 
Could have grown up to be a gambler
But he’d seen where the money goes
So he just played the blues
And watched the river flow

So Mississippi he became a music man
His hat tilted to one side
He wore a watch chain in his waistcoat 
And a twinkle in his eye 
Those gamblers liked to buy him a whiskey
So he’d smile on the dice they’d throw
As he’d play them the blues
And watch the river flow

Now they say down in Mississippi
When you’re riding on the river at night
That if you raise up your glass of whisky
There’s a chance that you just might
Hear the sound across the water 
From the deck of that old paddle boat 
As he plays the blues 
And watches the river flow

Mississippi

I think every home recording musician can relate to this sad lament.
Mixing up some soft rock and hard rock. Also, some flutes (because, they're jazzy cool man!)
Lyrics:
My neighbor
She works all day
She likes to come home
And sleep at night
In the peace and quiet
She tells me to keep my rock & roll down
I'm just trying to make
A little bit of rock & roll history
While I still can
Oh, but she tells me
To keep it real low
Keep it under
30 Db's (30 Db's!)
Oh, please!
I'm walking the walls
Like a church mouse
I'm just a man
And his guitar
Playing into headphones
(playing into headphones!)
When I feel like I need to crank things up
She tells me
"You've got to turn that racket down!"

Ohh I
I'll do everything
I'll play my
Soft marshmallow blues
(marshmallow blues!)
With flutes
I'm just a lonely rocker
Playing guitar
In my headphones
(in my headphones!)

She tells me to keep it down!
To keep it soft!
To keep it low!
To keep it quiet!
That's the way it goes
Now I play my guitar into my headphones
Into my headphones
(In my headphones!)

A Man, His Guitar, Playing Into Headphones

First Snow

Hey… so what are Vintage Bone: B-Sides? They are older songs and little ditties that got lost in my growing pile of recordings. This winter, I have been going through my catalog, pulling out a couple songs, here and there, and creating a new pile called Vintage Bone. Most needed some remixing and production adjustments. Some are first take versions of songs I like to re-record often. Ever notice that sometimes first versions seem to be the best, even if a redo is compositionally better? With this song, ‘There You Are’ from 2015, I noticed the vocals were ruined by plosives, hissing and distortion. (Nope, I do not have a pop filter -yet-. Haha.) There was way too much compression and reverb, and I overdid the EQ… all of which seemed to dull the song's natural character, so I made some adjustments and rerecorded the guitar solos. Sure, it’s just GarageBand, so please, cut me some slack. Thanks. Yes, sometimes I’d rather live in my dreams, with all my favorite ice creams. Most of us spend a third of our lives sleeping and dreaming. I dream like an old dog now. The symbolism and metaphors are wildly revealing. The vast dream world, of the places I go, and people I meet, is filled with extraordinary things. Sometimes there are dangerous situations filled with scary moments. I can fly, sometimes I encounter supernatural beings, but often I have recurring dreams where the places and people are familiar to me. Once in April, I dreamt about a mentor I had as a kid, who died. I woke up crying. I did not know he had passed, and thought he was still alive so I sent him a letter. Months passed, and I forgot about it. Then I received a letter from his wife. She was gracious and said she received my letter in the same month that her husband, my mentor, had passed away years ago. She said April’s were always difficult for her, and the letter was a godsend. In the letter, I had mentioned to my mentor how thankful I was that he was a part of my life as a kid. A bright spot as it were. She said no one ever mentioned that to him before, and thanked me many times. It was that dream that convinced me to pay attention to dreams. I have written over a hundred pages of dream experiences, and hopefully one day before I go, hee-hee…. I will write a book about those dreams. But for now, I have some snow shoveling to do. Hope you’re all well. Thanks for dropping by, m

Lammbone's Album

Vintage Bone: B-Sides... There You Are

By The Numbers IPG1 & Paploviante
Vocals and Lyrics IPG1
@ipg1
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/by-the-numbers-160-bpm
Paploviante: Bass, Music, Mix, Mastering and Picture
Lyrics:
I don’t need no jealousy —-no secrecy no bigotry 
life is still an odyssey—-a parody —-pure irony 
what will be my legacy—-humility and harmony 
history leaves a path to see—-land currency and slavery 
leaders with no decency—-no empathy not trustworthy 
life is never duty free —-there really —-is no certainty 
Is voters rights reality —-or just another fantasy
poverty’s the enemy ——revise the current policy

Let’s Pool our talents together ——and move forward in a big way 
the difference between giant steps and ———-Child’s play 
night and day —-the price we pay 
it’s gotta be—-what the people want —-not what the politicians says
—-I’m not a biblical man—-a man of principle—-I am
I believe in good and evil —and that energy is divine 
Is it a chance or a miracle ——of being who I am ———
who’ll guide and protect you
Too many gods to kneel to ——
So many beliefs to cling to——what’s true?
who do you have to save you 
Is the miracle within you —-clever but ————truth——-ful 
God work is never done —-we’re never in ———-ne——utral 
These are life’s lesson————enter the teacher ———exit the pupil

take my blessings when I can———-my lessons——- from who I am 
This divine spark of energy ———is it chaos——or life‘s plan 
Is faith—the path ——or journey—-taken by anyone who can
no good or evil theory just the fact that I am is all I need to guide me
————no spoken word or prophecy 
The challenge ——just to stay free—- victory over enemies 
The past is all history—wars—-brutality—- blasphemy 
the suffering —-the agony—-the cruelty—-the tragedy

Chorus

I don’t need no jealousy —-no secrecy no bigotry 
life is still an odyssey—-a parody —-pure irony 
what will be my legacy—-humility and harmony 
history leaves a path to see—-land currency and slavery 
leaders with no decency—-no empathy not trustworthy 
life is never duty free —-there really is no certainty 
Is voters rights reality —-or just another fantasy
poverty’s the enemy ——revise the current policy

By The Numbers - IPG1 & Paploviante

I’LL BE BETTER OFF
AND A BETTER MAN
NEXT LIFE

MUCH LESS OF A FOOL
WAKING UP AT NOON 
NEXT LIFE

I’LL BELIEVE IN GOD
AND HE’LL BELIEVE IN ME
NEXT LIFE
NO MORE PLAYING TOUGH
WITH MY LITTLE WOMAN  NEXT LIFE
 
NO MORE MOCKERY
EASY JUDGERY
NEXT LIFE

NO FOOLING AROUND
I WON’T LET YOU DOWN
NEXT LIFE

A MERCEDES BENZ
AND TIME ON MY HANDS
NEXT LIFE

IN MY LIFE TO COME
I MIGHT EVEN BECOME
YOUR WIFE
BAKING COOKIES FOR YOU MY LOVE
 

LIKE A ROLLING STONE
I’LL BE GOING HOME
NEXT LIFE

MUCH LESS OF A GOON 
HOWLING AT THE MOON 
NEXT LIFE

AND I’LL BELIEVE IN YOU
AND YOU’LL BELIEVE IN ME
NEXT LIFE

BUT FOR NOW I WILL
DO MY BEST AND KILL
MY TIME

NEXT LIFE
NEXT LIFE
NEXT LIFE

Bye bye Dave, 
I'll be seeing you....

NEXT LIFE (Lyrics)

Ambient ethereal soundscapes for your pleasure exploring ideas in sci-fi of the past, future and present.

SFS - ALWAYS THE BRIDGE

Be excellent to each other!

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."
--Ephesians 6:12

"Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father, who has loved us and given us eternal comfort and good hope by grace, comfort and strengthen your hearts in every good work and word."
--Thessalonians 2:16

Enter through the narrow gate. 
For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.
--Matthew 7:13-14

For am I now seeking the favor of people, or of God? Or am I striving to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a bond-servant of Christ.
-- Galatians 1:10

"No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon."
--Matthew 6:24

Cimmeria (Omelette Of Mars & Cosmic Keanu) - VIDEO AVAILABLE

cosmic keanu