For Allen G. Bailey Man you were good. https://soundcloud.com/agbailey
Huge thanks to Phil McWalter,  https://soundcloud.com/phil-mcwalter , for adding the perfect touch!

lyrics;
Allen plays his old guitar
he plays his latest tune
The six strings sing and do their dance
beneath a Scottish moon
It's a world his own, where everyone belongs
Allen writes the music we love to hear his songs

Allen plays his old guitar
and sings about the west.
Coyboys, Trains and "Say Whens Bar"
and "Billy" just the best
A world all his own, where everyone belongs
Allen writes the music
We love the hear the songs

Stepped into the clouds with music left to share
Heaven's where the Angels sing, you'll find his music there

Patiently waits his old guitar
That sweetly played his favorite tunes.
And six strings sang and did their dance
Beneath the Scottish moon

In a world all his own, where everyone belonges
Allen wrote the music, we love to hear the songs

Allen (Additional Production by Phil McWalter!)

🎸 Welcome to my musical journey! 🎶

Hey there, music enthusiasts! I'm Oz a hobbyist musician who's been strumming the strings of my guitar since my teenage years. Music has always been my passion, weaving its melodies through every chapter of my life. From the intricate rhythms of Oriental music to the rebellious energy of pop-punk, the timeless allure of blues, the groove of funk, and the nostalgia of electronic sounds from the '80s and '90s, I find inspiration in a diverse array of genres.

For me, music is more than just sound – it's a language of emotions, a canvas where I paint my feelings and experiences. The power of music to evoke and express emotions never ceases to amaze me. Being part of this vibrant community here on SoundCloud fuels my creative drive and pushes me to explore new sonic landscapes.

As the legendary Bob Marley once said, "One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." So join me on this musical voyage, where we'll dive deep into the ocean of melodies and rhythms, sharing moments of joy, introspection, and everything in between.

Let's make some noise together! 🤘

YOUTUBE VIDEO......"FIELDS OF QUIET SOIL"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyYHjxPPBgc 
YOUTUBE VIDEO(NEW) ... "POCKETFUL OF LIES "
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay9vAZQgmN4

SOMEDAY THE WEIGHT OF THIS YEAR ON MY LIFE WILL BE AN ALBUM FULL OF PAIN,... BUT, RIGHT NOW IT SEEMS LIKE I'M CENTRALLY LOCATED IN HELL

1987 WENT TO Nashville for a “short week” Music row to make the big time … wow … nobody listens in lawsuit land in those days. 1988 WENT TO NASHVILLE for 3 days (surely, I would crack this puzzle and become famous …) so many on benches in front of churches. Frustrated, didn’t sing publicly again basically for 25 years. (after all, where would a singer/song writer, make a name for himself in Karaoke land).
2010 discovered open mics (new world begins). WRITING SINCE …a lot! Had someone to produce me in limited acoustic style for a couple years…I think a few were damn good “Fields of Quiet Soil”. Had a lot of offers to write lyrics and/or sing for a lot of other artists here. (but no recording capability …let alone a decent computer for my own. TODAY, THINGS CHANGE …I’m here to make an impact (got 4 new ones under my belt recently) …plus some old ones you will not be disappointed listening to. Welcome old music fans and artists., potential serious collabs.
I’m locked and loaded this time!
FB Doug Roossien

Is Time a relative realm, or does it exist as unique, static & monolithic, and the things and beings pass in an illusory manner while it does not change at all ?
Who can say that time exists in any way other than intangible ? If this exists, can it be judging or helping in any other way than philosophically ....................................................
real music half composed with mouse, keyboard, mind and heart (No generative AI involved) and half played with my hands, in the case of keyboards and some synths.

I enjoy composing, arranging and recording music on an ever-expanding array of guitars, especially Fender electrics and Martin acoustics.  My musical journey began more than half a century ago, and every day brings new opportunities for continued growth as a musician.  My current leading influences include Jim Campilongo, Scotty Anderson and Guthrie Trapp.  I love Beethoven, Keith Richards, Henry Mancini, Aretha Franklin and a thousand others whose music has brought me joy, whether for many decades or for a few minutes.  I strive to learn something from every piece of music that I hear, and to make music that others will enjoy hearing.

I'm an amateur DIYer in terms of recording, doing everything in my music space at home and learning as I go.  I enjoy experimenting with a variety of microphones and mic placements, recording into a Zoom R16 and using Audacity as my DAW.  I use an array of Fender tube amps, all blackface/silverface reissues, and a modest pedal board.  I record acoustic instruments either with condenser microphones directly on the instruments or else amped through a Fishman Loudbox Mini.

Dan's Shadowman has left the building ...
Enter Doomjelly, a name I carefully picked out of a hat. 
Thank you very much for listening!

Collaboration of
Negative Headphones - Japan
Side Hustle Prophets - USA

If you like what you hear, please also listen via my Spotify page. Always grateful for the support. Thank you.
https://open.spotify.com/artist/0dMBWuIwRXXEduU7VwJunr

I love the sounds of the 60s and 70s especially. I try to write songs that I would enjoy listening to myself. It’s the only gauge I have. My songs are just the sum total of all my positive listening experiences. I'll let you try to guess who they are!

Thank you so much for listening to my music, if I don’t reply immediately I do apologise. Life has a way of getting in the way of things I’d rather be doing but I do appreciate your listening and support.

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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April
First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon