Name: Short Adoration by Damon Peterson in REACHING OUR WAY TO JOY
Duration: 3 min 1 s
Description: Always trying to blend divergent influences while also adding a lyrical melody and interesting harmonic and rhythmic ideas....

Extending your title into long adoration! Beautiful sonic stretch! >> ❣❣❣❣ The vocal bits +haunt me! ;) Your guitar presence is a present! 🎶♾🤍🤍🤍🤍🎁🔁

love this track my friend - the guita, bass and choir parts melt to one symbiosis in the first section

beautiful chrod progression here - great work!

REACHING OUR WAY TO JOY

October Rain

Rodolfo Planes @rplanes : Bass, Guitar Solo.
Pichy Sotomayor : A Guitar, E Guitar, Orchestration.
Picture: Su Sotomayor
Original song ©2021 Pichy Sotomayor

October Rain

October Rain (Planes / Sotomayor )

As If

Part 83 of 266
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TAFFETA | 83

Soulful Seed

Source of Joy (Original Mix)

PICK ME UP
BEFORE I LET YOU DOWN
GIDDY UP
COS I’M THE HELL OF A ROAN
HELL OF A CLOWN

I DON’T KNOW WHERE I BELONG
SOMEWHERE DO I HAVE A HOME
IF YOU TRY TO TIE ME DOWN
THEN YOU’LL SEE ME GONE

FALL ME UP
OR FLY ME TO THE GROUND
HURRY UP 
BEFORE I’M NOWHERE TO BE FOUND

I HEARD THAT YOUR BIRD HAS FLOWN
AT THE VERY EDGE OF DAWN
NOW REGRETS CUT YOU THROUGH THE BONE
BUT WHAT ELSE COULD BE DONE

START ME UP BEFORE YOU BREAK ME DOWN
CHECK ME UP AMONG THE LOST AND FOUND 

I DON’T KNOW WHERE WE BELONG
WE THE PEOPLE ON THE ROAM
SOMEDAY WILL WE HAVE A HOME
OR ARE WE ALWAYS TO BE BLOWN AWAY

SHUT ME UP SO I CAN YELL NO SOUND

AND IT’S MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY
MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY
MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY
ANYWAY RIGHT HERE WE’RE SUCH A LONG LONG WAY 
FROM ANYWHERE ANYWHERE
MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY

MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY  (Lyrics)

Always trying to blend divergent influences while also adding a lyrical melody and interesting harmonic and rhythmic ideas....

Short Adoration

cloudcation longer than expected or wanted
catching-up
be good / wicked, responsibly, to suit

pic: pxfuel.com

Reaching (free DL)

Ever thought if you could live without your skin?
And go to a place not far from here?
I can take you there, close your eyes

In the middle of the night you wake
Drop of blood running down your face
The mark on your wrist means you're chosen now

Take a step through the misty grey
Down the path where the spirit waits
Put your feet into the water now

Take me back down to the river
Take me back down where the spirit floats
Separate the ghost

Joined together in the atmosphere
The spirit hand takes away your fear
You let go, the dream takes over now

Take me back down to the river
Take me back down where the spirit floats
Separate the ghost

Spirit realm, is there room for me?
Spirit realm, will you take these chains?
Spirit realm, is there room for me?

Ever thought if you could live without your skin?
And go to a place not far from here?
I can take you there, close your eyes

Poison Frog

Separate the Ghost

It's been a while since eddyoffline and I did a collab.  Mostly because he's always offline.  This one finally came together though.  I have never really played Reggae before and it shows. Thanks to eddy for sending me this track.  He plays an awesome bass in this as well as a solid rhythm guitar to hold things together.

Reggae-ish

Reggae-ish - with eddyoffline

A big thank you to https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx for playing nearly all instruments, arranging and mixing, it was a  pleasure to collab.

Lines in inverted commas quote René Girard (1923 - 2015), also the title of the song points to him.

The picture shows a section of a photography showing men at Ascot (taken out of NZZ).

Mimetic Desire

Man is the creature
Man is the creature

„Man is the creature
Who does not know
What to desire,
And he turns to others
In order to make up his mind.“ (2)

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Mimetic desires

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere
A shadow of a hope ?

Let me have it, let me, let me have it
Let me have it, let me, let me have it

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Sparkling, mimetic desires

„We desire 
What others desire
Because we imitate 
Their desires."

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere hanging out
A shadow of a hope ?

Man is the creature…
Man is the creature…

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don't let the blindness guide you
Don’t let the darkness blind you…

Mimetic Desire (ft joerxworx)

I’m honoured to take part in a fifth collaboration with the amazing Torbjørn and Jimmy. A development of a Torbjørn demo, this one is a straightforward, no nonsense rocker, play it loud.

Credits:-

Torbjørn:- Musical composition, Hammond Organ, Organ, String Synth, Bass, Drums, Percussion. https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv

Jimmy:- Lyrics, Vocal composition, Vocals. https://soundcloud.com/j-rivas

Dairv:- Guitars, Production, Mix, Mastering, Cover Art.

Mean Streets (Torbjørn Vagle  - Jimmy Rivas - Dairv Dubbleyew)

This track is the typical guy waking up in the morning not knowing where he is and fears the retribution when he gets home.
Also at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeBwnj14KDc
Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen
Keyboards: Phil Bowen 
Guitars: Phil Bowen
Lyrics:
Verse 1
Laying here ‘till morning when the sun comes up
Laying with my face down in the dusty ground
Feeling so hung over on the verge of breakup
I need one more drink. Let’s have another whip round

Verse 2
Cold emotion sems to play us a game
Who am I to criticise and who am I to blame
Here am I where my heart burns so hot
I’m losing my mind. I’m losing the plot

Middle 8
I need a little comfort to keep my heart warm
I need another drink to face the fire storm
‘cause when I come home, the levee will break
The ground will move and the house will shake

Verse 3
I thought about work, but it seems such a chore
Look at the neighbour who’s living next door
Rises at dawn with curtains still drawn
I close my eyes and try to ignore

Verse 4 
I’ll lay down my heart now and lay down my soul
I’m better off living without job control
No cent to my name. Life’s just a card game
We all end up in a six foot hole.

Ideas and thoughts

Another whip round

I'm very pleased to get to work with Karl's music yet again as we have collaborated on many projects together. When I first heard 'Haust' (Icelandic for Autumn), I was haunted by the richness of the bowed sound and the grinding industrial textures that spoke to me about the extreme environment in Iceland (https://soundcloud.com/sesar/haust). I asked Karl if I could contribute and a few weeks later I'm proud to present our 8th collaboration.

Music, instrumentation, arrangement and production - https://soundcloud.com/sesar
Lyrics/Vocals - me
Image - Douglas Corrance

What was grey becomes black, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Dawn's late, later still, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Grey to black as darkness falls.

Darkness Falls by Sesar & Mark J Bennett

l am so happy to make Guitar Noises with these Two cool cool Dudes--What a TREAT! please take a listen to the original:):)     Texmex-shaman – Shrooms

Shrooms with TexMex Shaman & One Blind Mouse

Simple woodwind lead line over synth bass and physically modeled bell drone.

May 12, 2023

Recalling some tequila, love words and more with them in that Ibiza bar, I wondered: “What if Pink Floyd met the spirit of Camarón de la Isla… in my bedroom?” I used lots of guitars, basses, etc. on a 12/8 beat, to enclose 3/4, 6/4 & 8/8 rhythms along.
> Pic: ruined well at hometown countryside

Letra / Translated Lyrics: EL POZO DE TU AMOR  /  THE WELL OF YOUR LOVE

Fui a abrir el grifo, estaba sediento,  /  I turned on the tap, I was thirsty,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Fui a abrir el grifo, necesitaba hacerlo,  /  I turned on the tap, I needed to do it,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el grifo de tu amor.  /  I needed the trap of your love.

Fui a bajar al pozo, me estaba muriendo,  /  I was going into the well, I was dying,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Fui a bajar al pozo, y me caí dentro,  /  I was going into the well, and fell inside,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

Por bajar al pozo, yo me caí dentro  /  Because of going into the well, I fell inside
y no quiero que nadie llore por mis lamentos  /  and I don’t want anybody to cry for my laments

Caí… por ti.  /  I fell … for you.
Caí… caí… caí por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell for you.
Caí… a tu pozo, caí por ti.  /  I fell … into your well, fell for you.
Caí… caí… caí… caí a tu pozo por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell … fell into your well for you.
Caí.  /  I fell.

Me he caído al pozo, y ahora que estoy dentro  /  I have fallen into the well, and now I’m inside
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Vine a beber al pozo, pero el pozo está seco,  /  I came to drink at the well, but the well is dry,
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

ER30HC9 ©1995 ®2015

Grab it !!

El pozo de tu amor (Caí por ti)

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In the maddening realm of sound, where the lines between genius and madness blur like a frenzied hallucination, there exists Damon Peterson—a creature of unfathomable depth and discord. This man, schooled in the high arts of classical mastery, possesses the soul of an artist, the mind of a scientist, and the spirit of a philosopher on an psychedelic-fueled voyage.

The very essence of Damon is a riddle, a ceaseless enigma, a Pandora's box of sonic chaos. One cannot anticipate his next sonic conjuration, for his compositions are a kaleidoscope of ever-shifting realities. He weaves together the fraying threads of folk, jazz, classical elegance, and unhinged improvisation. From the farthest reaches of the globe to the darkest corridors of history, he plunders musical styles as if plundering the ancient treasures of a lost civilization.

Within this swirling tempest of influences lies the secret alchemy of Damon Peterson—an alchemy that births melodies so strange, they defy convention, and emerge as something altogether fresh and uncharted. Beware, for in the realm of sound, Damon Peterson is a mad sorcerer, concocting a brew of music that defies sanity and embraces the chaotic beauty of the unknown.


En el enloquecido mundo del sonido, donde las líneas entre el genio y la locura se difuminan como una frenética alucinación, existe Damon Peterson: una criatura de profundidad y discordia insondables. Este hombre, instruido en las altas artes del dominio clásico, posee el alma de un artista, la mente de un científico y el espíritu de un filósofo en un viaje alimentado por el éter.

La misma esencia de Damon es un enigma, un enigma incesante, una caja de Pandora del caos sónico. Uno no puede anticipar su próxima conjuración sónica, pues sus composiciones son un caleidoscopio de realidades en constante cambio. Teje los hilos desgarrados del folk, el jazz, la elegancia clásica y la improvisación desenfrenada. Desde los rincones más remotos del mundo hasta los oscuros pasillos de la historia, saquea estilos musicales como si estuviera saqueando los tesoros antiguos de una civilización perdida.

Dentro de este torbellino de influencias yace el secreto alquímico de Damon Peterson, una alquimia que da a luz melodías tan extrañas que desafían la convención y emergen como algo completamente nuevo y desconocido. Cuidado, porque en el mundo del sonido, Damon Peterson es un mago loco, elaborando una poción de música que desafía la cordura y abraza la caótica belleza de lo desconocido.

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