Wonderful song! Love the lyrics and the vocal delivery! Great prod too!!

Stunning collaboration, superb production, a treat to listen to!

Now this is what I'm talking about, like the darker vibes and sound on this one, Dope track!!

Fabulous work by all, super cool track and performances!

Awesome track with cool lyrics. love it👏🎧

SOULBENDER & OTHER STRANGE WORDS

Flibbertigibbet

and the cold wind blows
as life goes on
without you
💚

March 4th 2022
Composed & produced by Deep Sky Musics
Mastered by Eastern Wizard

Arctic of the Soul

Massive thanks to Fady for reaching out with this incredibly produced track for me to add vocals to. Fady's music was instantly inspiring and the song basically just wrote itself. And big ups to Bitzone for lending his ear and sonic artistry to mix and master this track into vivid color. 

Track Credits:

Fady: Music, Production
https://soundcloud.com/fadysporz
https://thesporz.bandcamp.com
Bitzone: Samples, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
the Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Time trials 
And I’m still miles 
Away Off course 
Of course I’m Falling off 
The track and This time 
I ain’t coming back 

Always
Starting in last
Place
All days
Speedily passed
I race 
To catch up but I can’t keep pace
I chase 
A taste of what it’s like to get a head
Instead
Led off course by centrifugal force
Falling off the edge
Again it’s got me feeling 
Better off 
Dead
When reeling
From being made to 
Head
Back on track
From the invisible hand 
Never giving me slack
As the power ups stack
Bullet bills speed boosting up to the pack  
Yet still producing the deducing  
16th place I can’t crack 
 
Time trials 
And I’m still miles 
Away Off course 
Of course I’m Falling off 
The track and This time 
I ain’t coming back 

Never
Finishing in first 
Or third 
However 
Quickly I burst
Or swerved 
Past peels or fake item 
Box a hazards  
Still out maneuvered and 
Staggered 
Disoriented wheels don’t 
Matter 
When I 
Can’t get a
Grip
As the
Realization 
Of the final lap
Lets the cup 
Slip 
From hopes 
Final dash 
I crash 
Afraid to hit the gas
Hidden shortcuts and cheat codes 
Not given 
Even if I was to play the villain 
Driven 
There’s no opportunity to surpass 
When my previous finishing position 
Was coming in 
Last 

Time trials 
And I’m still miles 
Away Off course 
Of course I’m Falling off 
The track and This time 
I ain’t coming back 

13th place
Thought I was in the chase  
14th place
Slippin’ but thinking keepin’ pace 
15th place 
And still got one in the rear view mirror 
16th place 
Wasn’t a fall from grace is getting clearer

13th Place

Fady, Bitzone, and the Couch King - 13th Place

Free D/L at www.terrywigmore.com

The song's direct message is about life and personal resilience, something that has gained a lot of traction in recent years in psychology and therapy.  

Beyond that is a message for Ukraine, in the context of Putin's WAR and attempted annihilation of Ukraine: "Bend, Don't Break!" 

Lyrics:
  Bend

I should have rolled with the punches
Drifted left and to the right
Instead I went and stuck my chin out
And had to duck more than once or twice

Bend…don’t you break…

I nearly fell more than ten thousand
Leaping tall and stony spires
Inarticulate these feelings, but tunes play
Ephemeral drawings white and blinding!

Bend…don’t break    (repeats)

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Lyrics, Vocals, Bass, Guitars

Bend (Don't Break)

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and as part of my forthcoming Vox Populi album)

Greetings all you wonderful SC people. First and foremost, thank you for just being you. This community has a natural propensity for giving off peaceful and loving vibes, and I am so grateful for that. 

In lieu of my usual dive into current events (I think we can all agree, it’s something along the lines of a ‘Choose Your Own Doomsday Adventure’ anyway), I’ve decided to jump right into the good stuff. So for this one, I’m going to explore one of my favorite topics… God (and please know that I will keep this very loving, and very respectful. But if you aren’t interested, I understand entirely). :)

I’ve been called a spiritual shopper because I don’t adhere to any one religious organization. Instead, my God is an ever evolving, ever expanding concept. I discover truths about God in quantum physics as well as religious studies. I see God in both art and science. I see God’s fingerprint in the perfection of a leaf, and the purity of a baby; and just about any other space where my mind goes quiet and my heart opens up. For me, God is the great mystery to discover; and it is meant to be a very personal journey. 

So how do I currently imagine God?

‘He’ (I’ll be following appropriate pronoun usage) is a kind Father who loves all his children equally. He doesn’t choose favorites, because he admires and respects the path we have each chosen. He knows we are all perfect beings (on a path of self discovery), because… well… he’s perfect (and on a path of self discovery). He also feels empathy for us, and shares in our sadness and pain when we hurt each other. But he loves us enough to know he can’t interfere with the big picture, or he will limit our opportunity to learn.

‘She’ is also a kind and loving Mother, who has entrusted us with a precious gift…. the gift of this beautiful planet. Contrary to our current behavior, the Earth is not our plaything, put here for us to consume. We are intended to be its caretakers (a responsibility that arises when consciousness is combined with empathy). She knows we have it within us to serve this purpose. But she also knows it’s ok if we fail, because the system is self-cleaning, and life will rise again and again… if not on this planet, then another.

‘It’ is also a vast and mysterious Universe, where life seems to be an almost aggressive energy, rather than a rarity. The building blocks of life are scattered everywhere, and Ubers and Lyfts in the form of meteors help spread all those building blocks around. Life appears to be a predominant goal of the Universe, rather than a fluke. And that is awe inspiring.

‘They’ are also the smallest of objects that serve the biggest of purposes. They are the atoms that make up you and me, and all the things around us. They behave differently when observed; and that denotes intelligence. And they act as if they are intimately tied to us; like they know they are supposed to take turns occupying matter in our bodies, so our adventures can continue; the microcosm supporting the macrocosm.

‘We’ are also amazingly diverse in our roles as ‘collective consciousness’, in order to experience the entire range of what it means to be alive. We have it within us to explore the lightest and darkest of corners. And when those boundaries are pushed to the extremes, we all learn a little more about ourselves; and more about this precious gift. 

And finally, ‘you’ are an independent fragment of this greater Whole. The scope of the entire human experience is available to you. Some choices can be beneficial; other’s will certainly lead to pain. But all will provide learning experiences. And when you learn, the Whole grows as well. You are all God in my eyes (each fulfilling a role in ‘the great discovery’), and I am honored to share this adventure with you. 

I hope you enjoyed my latest creation, ‘Shock Ra’. :)

Vox Populi

Shock Ra

ME & MYSELF
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2022 AB Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N3NU2j2fdY

I'M HEARING A SOUND AND IT'S LOUD 
AND IT'S CALLING AND SHOUTING TO ME
I'M HEARING THE WORDS OF A SONG ALL ALONG
THEY'RE ALL RINGING YOUR NAME

MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING
I'M HEARING SOMETHING STRANGE OUTSIDE
MAYBE IT'S JUST ME AND MYSELF

THE LIVING THE LAUGHING THE TALKING
THE CRYING IT COME TO ME
I'M HEARING THE WORD'S THAT YOU LEFT
NOW YOUR GONE AND IT'S CLEAR TO SEE

I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING
I'M FEELING SOMETHING STRANGE OUTSIDE
I BELIVE IT'S JUST ME AND MYSELF
(break)
I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING
I'M FEELING SOMETHING

SO DEEP IN THE NIGHT AND IT'S BRIGHT
AND IT'S LIKE IT'S SHINING ON ME
I'VE BEEN RIDING THE TIDE IT'S SO HIGH
LIKE A KITE I WISH YOU COULD SEE

I SEEING SOMETHING
I'M FEELING SOMETHING STRANGE OUTSIDE
IT'S ONLY SHINING ON ME AND MYSELF

ME AND I

ME MYSELF I

ME AND MYSELF

ME & MYSELF (see info for video link)

Composed by Charles Chambaz
All instruments, effects are performed, recorded, and mixed by myself.
For more information, see my public Profile
All rights reserved.

Face To Face - Charles Chambaz

Choppin. With  Kensuke Kotori

Show Me Your Way

Nylon Circles

Indie shoe gazing blues psychedelic classical soul space rock gospel

Spaceman blues

This is a bluegrass song that the amazing Frans Beelaard (@user-936947521) sent me to which I added mandolin and guitar. he came up with the song, though, and you hear him on the bass, banjo, dobro, and fiddle on it. I'm amazed at his playing, and deeply honored that he would share his music with me like this. I sent him several takes, and he assembled the song from them. I can't begin to guess the amount of time, skill, and effort that went into polishing my attempts, but I'm very happy with his results, and very appreciative for his efforts. We truly hope you enjoy this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Blue Mountain (with Frans Beelaard)

So happy to be able to share a new track made with the brilliant @debra_buesking

This Scottish inspired Celtic track gets it name from the opening words of a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins (posted below).  For those unaware, a burn is the Scottish/Northern English word for a small river.  The title also reminds me of the look and feel of  that other Scottish liquid Whiskey!  Have a wee dram while you listen.

Inversnaid

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Piano - Debra Buesking
Low Whistles, Uilleann Pipes - Philleann

Darksome Burn (Philleann & Debra Buesking)

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic. 
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 2nd Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
Lyrics:
Maybe one day I’ll go sailing
Out on the big blue sea
Where the fishes swim around, going up and down 
Like a fish …….was meant to be

What a lovely way to spend the day 
Just being out there afloat 
And oh what joy to shout ahoy
From the deck of a sailing boat 

Sailing along in the sunshine
Just me and the ocean breeze
Then across the bay I’d make my way
Back home in time for tea

Steady as you go
Steady as you go   

Maybe one day I’ll go sailing 
Out on the big blue sea 
Along the coast I could make the most
Of the nautical scenery

What a lovely way to spend a day 
Just being out there afloat 
See a smugglers cove or a treasure trove
From the deck of a sailing boat 

Sailing along in the sunshine
Just me and the ocean breeze
Then across the bay I’d make my way
Back home in time for tea

Steady as you go
Steady as you go

Steady As You Go

This is a delightful departure from my norm. I’ve always loved the Wayfarer cloud, and suggested a collaboration. DG sent me this powerful, haunting music, and the whole song lyric was written within a few hours of listening to it. This is the first time I’ve written something to another piece of music. Thanks a million for such a pleasurable and novel experience, DG. Such a joy working with you on this!

Wayfarer DG: Music and mix https://soundcloud.com/user-996383829
Me: Lyrics and vocal

Cloudy Charlie (Brian Peters/Dirk Gilleard)

Night crawls round your corner
Opens up an eye
Swallows all the colour
Of your life

Better read the sign
Written in the sand
Get yourself together
The hour is at hand

Cloudy Charlie calling
Down your cul-de-sac
Leave the blizzard howling
At your back

Wilderness in tatters
Moon has turned to blood
The living have been scattered
Before the final flood

*Sunlight has been broken
Pieces on the way
Sleep with one eye open
Until Judgement Day*

Leave one in the chamber
Get your running sack
Eat the bread of danger
Never turn back

Cloudy Charlie (w Wayfarer DG)

I’m happy to post this song with help from my first SC friend https://soundcloud.com/espere-verde, who encouraged me on to improve my music making from a very start. Good musician & draughtsman (he did this artwork too), his vocal performance here gave the mood I couldn’t to the song.

Technical highlights:
>Most vocals: Espere Verde
>Music & almost no vocals: Ruizzoidman
>Odd patterns hidden along three levels in this track: amalgamated psycho-hard coating, usual 7/2 in punk/ska intermediate parts, and finally the sweater core is structured in groups of five measures.

Lyrics: strangely, I wrote about these stressing things when I was 21 and supposedly happy; I'd say similarly today I'm twice as old...

SIN MUJERES NI TABACO, SIN PRISAS  /  WITHOUT WOMEN OR TOBACCO, WITHOUT HURRIES
  
Todo lo que odio me ayuda a vivir,  /  Everything I hate helps me to live,
lo que me pone enfermo me empuja a seguir.  /  what gets me ill pushes me on.
Todo aquello que quiero dejar de sentir  /  Everything I want to stop feeling
es lo que da sentido a mi vivir.  /  is what gives sense to my life.
  
No puedo vivir sin mujeres,  /  I cannot live without women,
ni tabaco, sin prisas,  /  or tobacco, without hurries,
no puedo vivir.  /  I cannot live.
  
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me mata por dentro.  /  kills me from inside.
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me saca los nervios.  /  gets me on my nerves.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me empuja a seguir.  /  pushes me to continue.
  
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me hace sufrir.  /  makes me suffer.
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.

ER29HC8 ©1995 ®2015

Sin mujeres ni tabaco, sin prisas (Most vocals by Espere Verde)

(Don't follow me here, best follow my main page ;)

I have many nice things to say about your music, but SoundCloud keeps deleting my comments unless they are very short :-(

I still love this SoundCloud community ❤️ 

Music Is Elation / Plastic Inevitable 

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.com

For mixing and mastering visit: 
Russell Sinfield at: 
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com
Bitzone at:
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone

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