Liking all of the multi-vocals on this one, Dan!

I love that, great concept and performance *_*

awesome and funny ... this is a one-of-a-kind track!

Another lyric and melody fragment grown by trading the memory card back and forth between us. Still to remix at some point. Thanks to our SC friends and hope you enjoy.

Lyrics: 
Turn down your fear
Lay down your worries
Tell me all your sorrows
Give them to me, let them be only mine

Know that I'm near
Stay, don't you hurry
Listen for your answers
Speaking to you, a whisper at a time

Turn down your fear
Lay down your worries
Tell me all your sorrows
Give them to me, know that they are mine

Image credit: John Crux Photography, found at https://cosmosmagazine.com/earth/sustainability/nature-giveth-and-humans-taketh-away/

Worry

Hypnotist

tell it to the girl

...it became obvious that she was adrift without a pilot. No distress signals were flagged. Captain Morehouse of the Dei Gratia knew Captain Briggs personally as an experienced seaman. The first mate (chief mate) of the Dei Gratia, Oliver Deveau, crossed over to the Mary Celeste in a rowboat with a detachment to investigate the vessel. He found a faulty bilge pump and a lot of water between the decks. He reported to his captain that the ship was a "thoroughly wet mess" ("the whole ship was a thoroughly wet mess"). Even the captain's bed was completely soaked. In the galley, the stove had been ripped out of its place, and kitchen utensils were scattered about.

Various hatches and the lazarette door were open, the ship's clock was out of order and the compass destroyed. The sextant and chronometer could not be found, indicating that the ship had been deliberately abandoned. The only lifeboat appeared to have been intentionally launched rather than washed away (though other sources claim it was still on board).

Marie Celeste

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Wasting Money & Time

The way it sees right through me
The way I know it's there
Lurking behind shadows
To catch me unaware

What have I awakened
What line have I crossed
Am I what you remember
Is it you who I forgot

Hello little time bomb
Knocking at my door
Are you something that I've asked for
Something I deserve

No time to tell you sorry
Our momentum has be set
You must feeling tired
Of hearing I regret

What else can I offer
What would make it right
This dance has only started
Can I make it through the night

Hello little time bomb
Knocking at my door
Are you something that I've asked for
Something I deserve

Dirty little time bomb
What took you so long
I feel like I've been waiting
So long for you to Drop


Thanks To
Sean Sweeney: drums
Adrian Filangi: Bass

Where It Feels Like Home

Timebomb

Inspired by two things:
1. A line from a novel I was reading at the time by Robin Hobb in the Farseer Trilogy - and I did steal the words "didn't even know what I'd been insisting on" regarding a long argument!
2. A scene from a documentary about the band Chicago, where one of the members (Jimmy P.) had a blue with his girlfriend and nothing he did could get her out of the funk she'd gone into. He finally sat at the piano and wrote the situation into a beautiful song - it was one of their hit ballads and at the time it erased the sadness in girlfriend. 

This is by far my favourite MGs song.
Lyrics and vocals - Gina Graham
Guitar and music production - Mark Vigano

We argued on and on
But in the end
Didn’t even know
What I’d been insisting on
But you knew what you  wanted
And so you won
Thank God for that

So I took the words of Jimmy Chicago
A song he said
Written by his own hands
was all it took
To totally erase
The pain and sorrow
That had fallen on that day

So we took it down to the ocean
Let it feel the breeze
And take it’s shape
Watch it drift away
Know that it was mine and yours
But it’s not for keeps
Sure we made it
But it can blow away

No acrimony here now
We take a breath
Stretch the moment
And move in consonance
Well this is what you wanted
And in the end
All there really is to get

Feel the Breeze

“The Trial of Mary Wick”

Gathered here our coven,
I raise the matter grave:
Among us there are cowans
Who don’t believe the same

They praise the Demon Goddess
Or so their words proclaim
But behind their utterance
They don’t believe the same

They stare at computers
They use feigned names
They text other users
Who don’t believe the same

They must be exposed
And to the public shamed
We must punish those
Who don’t believe the same

Mary Wick, Mary Wick
The computers lie
Mary Wick, Mary Wick
Believe the same or die
(Agh! She’s not a witch!)

Before us: Mary Wick
The Wick of recent fame
Her texting makes me sick
As one who does believe the same

My very daughter saw her
Perusing cowan teachings
She then informed my daughter
Which really hurt her feelings

My son who is no liar
He watched her post a meme
He read it was a cipher
That mocked us as extreme


All her tears and please
Let them fall in vain
But keep her on her knees
With those who don’t believe the same

Mary Wick, Mary Wick
The computers lie
Mary Wick, Mary Wick
Believe the same or die
(Agh! She’s not a witch!)

Oh she’s a deplorable cowan—tut-tut-tut
Oh she’s an ideological slut
Oh she’s a technological nut-nut-nut
Oh she’s an epistemological mutt

Oh she’s in league with radicals—tut-tut-tut
Oh she’s a demagogical flirt
Oh she’s a computer-texting nut-nut-nut
Oh wish someone’d make her hurt

Humbly I ask, listen please
Humbly I ask, not for me
I see them now, hateful eyes
Though innocent, I’m to die
Resigned am I, to my fate
Yet after me, others wait
I speak for them, their welfare
I beg you please, please beware

An evil spirit, I know not what
Threatens our bonds to cut
With wiles and subtleties
To spread this suspicious disease
The conscience shrinks in fright
Though conscious, black as night
The future I pray brings peace
But here, I die as one fully free

Oh her words are dangerous, shut her up
Oh what cloying trite muck
Oh the things she says, burn us up
Oh someone quick and gag her talk

Hang her up, hang her up, hang her high to die

Oh curse her prideful kneeling, pull her up
Oh drag her onto the gallows deck
Oh we’ve spoken last, hang her up
Oh pull the noose tight around her neck

Hang her up, hang her up, hang her high to die

Mary Wick, Mary Wick
Hanged dead for no crime
Mary Wick, Mary Wick
Hanged dead as a sign (/for all time)

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

The Trial of Mary Wick

Lord, help me make it, through every day,
Lord, help me find, a much better way,
To help and to serve, to spread Your holy word,
Lord, help me make it through each day

You guide us all through our path in life,
Through the rough and the smooth
The bliss and the strife,
To help and to serve, to spread Your holy word,
You guide us all through our path in life,

Floating like an angel, through the clouds in the sky,
So many questions with no need to wonder why

Lord, help me make it, through every day,
Lord, help me find, a much better way,
To help and to serve, to spread Your holy word,
Lord, help me make it through each day

Floating like an angel, through the clouds in the sky,
So many questions with no need to wonder why

Lord help me make it, through every day

Floating Like An Angel

A hike to the park, past the concert garden, out into the no man's wood land and back.

Eine Wanderung zum Park, vorbei am Konzertgarten, hinaus in in den Niemandsland Wald und zurück.
_____________________

I was inspired by some older synthesizers for this song. So SQ80, Wavestation and D50 were used, along with some modern VST plug-ins. The song refers to an older song and thus connects past and present.
Ooh yes, i cooked the picture myself once again ;-)

Zu diesem Lied haben mich einige ältere Synthesizer inspiriert. So wurden denn auch, SQ80, Wavestation und D50, neben einigen modernen VST Plugins, eingesetzt. Das Lied nimmt Bezug auf einen älteren Song und verbindet somit Vergangenheit und Gegenwart.
Ach ja, das bild hab ich mal wieder selbst gekocht ;-)

No Man's Wood Land

No Mans Wood Land

My wife and I started singing this morning about breakfast.  The next thing I know I am recording this song.  What kind of music is this?  How does this stuff happen?

You can find the video here:
https://youtu.be/c5YO3GX6i98

Breakfast Song

Dear SoundCloud friends.  This is the place where I locate my country, bluegrass, folk, jazz, and blues oriented songs:  roots music.  You will find this music rougher and not as polished as the music I place elsewhere.  This is where I will host music with a more wooden feel.  As always I am very interested in collaborating with my fellow musicians.

I encourage you to visit the sites of the musicians with whom I have collaborated on this page:
https://soundcloud.com/brianpeters-3
https://soundcloud.com/nayj-2
https://soundcloud.com/selaruioana
https://soundcloud.com/markjbennett
https://soundcloud.com/mlucas
https://soundcloud.com/tracesoflace
https://soundcloud.com/johnny-minstrel
https://soundcloud.com/kodiaktom-1
https://soundcloud.com/lucy-o-music
https://soundcloud.com/ian-tait

I would greatly appreciate your support on my Patreon page:  https://www.patreon.com/user?u=59878068&fan_landing=true

Breakfast Song

Dan Lockhart

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