Well sung and a more edgy production pays dividends

You two really take your Halloween seriously!. Great work!

So well sung guys, with so much feeling! Excellent performance!

A dynamic cover of a damn fine song. You did it justice.

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

Sometimes you go to a dark place.

WRETCHED BEGGAR

Ooooo….
Ooooo….

I don’t want you
I don’t need you
Why don’t you 
Why won’t you
Why can’t you
Get out of my way 
It’s my way

All you do
When I’m in your arms
All you do 
To twist and turn me
All you do
To look the other way
Alll you do
To ignore me

I should leave you
I can’t bear you
Why don’t I
Why won’t I
Why can’t I
Get out of my way 
Gotta be one day

A little devil in my mind
Poking me with his red hot trident
White smile on his face
I feed him 
I feed him
That fat little bastard
I’m gonna get the wretched beggar

All I do
To forget myself
All I do
To erase myself
Never do
Anything I used to
Never do
Anything I want to

Better for you
Better for me
I think we
I believe we
I hope we
Get out of my way 
Never better than today

Wretched Beggar

WHEN YOU FINALLY L:EAVE

Future sunset Omarama
Knowing only you will see
It’s a low brow shrinking ceiling

A contract without words
It’s the thick of family
Harbinger of lonely hearts
The fate of you and me

And when you finally leave
We gotta face it courageously
When you finally leave
We gonna have to suck it up – it’s the right thing to do
We gonna have to draw down on memory 

Fate is born by trajectory
Attraction mangles fences
Leaving snow grass blowing free

And how the years were kind to us
Yearning for the workplace
The weekends oh so bleak

And when you finally leave . . .
Instrumental
You got a date stamp – a black hole in the sky - And I got to make way

You and your Omarama – we’ll both be conscience free
But how will we feel? . . . 

Cause when you finally . .

When You Finally Leave

Most small towns have something they're known for;  it might be a building or a statue, or some famous person who lived there.  When I was a Baptist pastor forty years ago in the little town of St Francis, Kansas, it was the "Walkin' Boys.  Not exactly "boys", they were three middle-aged brothers who were probably autistic and lived at the local nursing home called "The Village".  Their parents made provision for them to live there after they passed away so they would be well taken care of.  What made them so memorable was they would venture out every day from the Village regardless of the weather and walk the length of the town, checking their post office box, stopping in at the jewelry store to have their watches set, then proceed out to the cemetery to pay their respects to their parents, then return to the Village.  They would make this three mile trip three times a day if the weather wasn't too extreme, and you could almost set your watch by when they would pass by.  I felt they needed a song, and it is one that's still remembered by those who knew them. I understand the last of the Walkin' Boys passed away just a few years ago having lived to a ripe old age of course--they walked every day:)  The song also features my singing; something that got lost along the way some years ago. You'll also hear a little tape hiss; it was mastered from a forty-year-old cassette:)
Lyrics:
It's another sunshiny morning in our little town,
The air is crisp and clear, a little snow left on the ground,
Then I look up Benton Street and guess who's coming down,
It's those Walkin' Boys, those Walkin' Boys are coming around.

Well they call the Village home but don't spend much time there,
They spend their time a walkin' 
And what folks think they don't much care,
And the season doesn't matter they still take the dare,
To tread in summer's heat or old man winter's frigid air.
Chorus:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say. 
All dressed up in dungarees,
Smoking their pipes as proud as you please,
Walkin' Boys where you going today?

They start out from the Village for their daily chore,
They check their mail box then walk to Stewart's jewelry store, 
And with their watches set they go on out the door
Headed for the graveyard then return to go once more.

Boys you may not know me but I think you're grand.
I used to think you strange, but now I better understand,
That you are the way you are because of God's own hand,
You're special to our town and unique in all the land.
Chorus 2:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say.
Lookin' at the graves but they aren't sad,
Just paying respects to their mom and dad,
Walkin' Boys where you goin' today?

Walkin' Boys (from Scenes of St. Francis)

℗© Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic.
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning 
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
Song Notes and Lyrics:
This song imagines one of those occasions when you by chance find yourself in a place where there is some great live music that somehow just seems right.....
Lyrics:
Somewhere in New York City
Or was it down in New Orleans 
Could have been in San Francisco
Or maybe it was all a dream
I was walking by an old blues bar-room 
When I heard somebody playing with some style
So I bought myself an ice cold beer
And listened for a while

Looked like he’d lived a whole life-time
Beard gone silver grey
The people in the place seemed spellbound
Happy just to hear him play
At home on stage under the spotlight 
Keeping time with his heel on the floor
I bought myself another beer
I stayed and Iistened some more 

He wore a fine silk waistcoat
Jacket on the back of his seat
Hat pulled down to his cheekbone
Boots tapping out that beat

He played until the bar-room closed
Right sound right time right place
He walked off into the night
With his old leather guitar case
Never knew his name
Don’t even know if he still plays
But I’ll picture that stage and hear that sound
For the rest…of my days

He wore a fine silk waistcoat
Jacket on the back of his seat
Hat pulled down to his cheekbone
Boots tapping out that beat

Fine Silk Waistcoat

My friend and close collaborator @rplanes offered me this great arrangement and the title and theme that he thought might make an interesting subject matter. Initially, I was scratching my head as the topic seemed too vast but then the ideas started to attach themselves to his melodies and I was hooked. Humans en masse appear to be taking wrong-turnings and making things worse rather than better. This is me letting off a little steam with Rod's help. Thanks for taking the time to listen.

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix.
Me - Vocals and lyrics
Photograph - Courtesy of Douglas Corrance

Reverse Entropy (by Rodolfo Planes and Mark J Bennett)
We drift from order to chaos,
Like it’s the norm.
Without a sense of pathos,
To see the storm.
Following your safe instinct,
Where it may go,
Or go where you are told.

We let others cloud our vision,
Like they know best.
What happened to our ambition
Never addressed.
Following your safe instinct,
Where it may go,
Before we get too old

You have the choice,
When you have the will,
And it’s backed with the,
Knowledge, and fulfilled by skill.
 
We fall for the theorists,
Like it’s gospel.
Go find yourself some realists,
Who’re less hostile.
Following your safe instinct,
Where it may go,
While you still have a hold.

We’ve been duped at every turn,
By those we trust.
Without alarm or concern,
Now we are bust.
Following your safe instinct,
Where it may go,
If you can still feel bold.

You have the choice,
When you have the will,
And it’s backed with the,
Knowledge and fulfilled by skill.

All our futures are in your hands
With all that it commands
Focus on how it now all stands
Before making your demands.

Reverse Entropy - Continental Collision (by Rodolfo Planes and Mark J Bennett)

Dear friends, it is a big day when a little guy will taste real food for the first time in his life. We were sent a video of this spectacle and you could see how grateful this little baby was for the little porridge served by his sister!
This song may be a little bit crazy, but it is an expression of love between a sister and a newborn little brother.

Lyrics inEnglish

Hugo's Big Day

It is on this day that something important will happen
they feel they are a little anxious
now it depends on - everyone knows what they are doing
if something goes wrong when this boy is to be trained

Is it said who does everything who experiments
it has to be someone you can trust
who could it be - it must be her
which shows that she always loves this little boy

What is going to happen now, is it something huge
it is now that his taste buds will be tested
because now it will be a little porridge - which he gets from his sister
and the reward is a small smile from this boy
        

Lyrics in Swedish

Hugos Stora Dag

Det är denna dagen som något viktigt ska hända
            G.       D. Em.                  Am.           G.   D
de känner att de är lite ängsliga
       Em.              Am     G.      D.      G
nu hänger det på att - alla vet vad de gör  
      G.                   C.     C.         D.        G
om nu något blir fel när denna pojken ska tränas
             G.           D.                   C.               D.  G

Är det sagt vem som gör allt vem som experimenterar
           G.                     D.  Em.              Am.           G.D
det måste vara någon man kan lita på
        Em.            Am.                   G.  D.       G
vem kan det nu bli - det måste vara hon
         G.              C.    C.             D.     G
som visar att hon alltid älskar denna lille pojken
         G.                 D.                 C.             D.  G

Vad är det som nu ska ske är det något som är jättestort
       G.               D.         Em.          Am.                  G.    D
det är nu som hans smaklökar testas skall
          Em.                  Am.          G.        D.       G
för nu blir det lite gröt - som han får av syster sin
           G.                C.     C.                     D.       G
och belöningen blir ett litet leende från denna pojk
            G.           D.               C.        D.              G

Hugos Stora Dag (Hugo's Big Day) Lyrics in English in description below.

Original music and mix, arrangement and playing all instrument J.J. Terrell
Electric guitars and final mix by Neno J.
Check out J.J. Terrel on SoundCloud: @j-j-terrell

Passion (Collab with J.J. Terrell)

Though I have never visited Ireland, Irish blood runs through my veins and I always seem to feel a surge of it this time of year.  Kerry County is considered by many one of the most beautiful places on Earth; the openness of crystal-blue sky reflected in the water, and an eternal green seen from horizon to horizon.  And if one is lucky, a glimpse of the Bog Pony might be caught.
A huge "thank you" to Debbie Buesking for gracing my guitar with her oh so elegant playing.  The beauty would have been lacking without it:)  Hear more of her exquisite playing @debra_buesking.

The Beauty Of County Kerry (Debra Buesking; piano, David; guitar)

Cast of Characters:
The Mysterious Decibel-- @themysteriousdecibel –MD-- vocals and lyrics in the choruses
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar, production, and mix
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –piano 
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums and vocalized tones at the end, verse lyrics and melody, composition
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –-four string fretless bass, vocals on the verses

This is a song that originated with Ken several months ago. He wrote the whole thing on piano, guitar, and drums and presented it to the rest of the band. Of course, everyone was very excited to add their spin to it. Josh added his bass part first, as the foundation. Then JJ added his dynamic piano part, which ended up being both foundational and stylistic. Stephen added his solid foundational guitar to it, too, soon after. Then it sat, stalled out for need of some vocals. Of course, we asked TMD to add some, which he did in grand fashion. All that was left were the verses. Ken wrote lyrics, and gave Josh an idea for the melody, so he sang the verses to wrap it up. Of course, we asked Stephen to produce and mix it for us, which he did so well, as always.

  We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed making it.

Homeboy (The Eclectic Collective)

This is a song that has great meaning to me. My mother suffered with dementia for most of the last 7 or 8 years of her life, and as her only child I became like her parent. Having watched this strange and difficult process, and lived through it with her, I began to write this song. I've tried to capture the emptiness and despair of what dementia, or Alzheimer's, causes its victims. At the same time I wanted to express my vision of her ultimate release from suffering. I hope it offers some comfort and hope for others who have had, or are having such experiences. This release is actually a somewhat updated version of the track I had previously released on SoundCloud.

Lyrics: Wisconsin Shoreline by Craig Durgy

What you gonna do when the words are hard to find
And your busy world escapes your dizzy mind
What you gonna do when you can’t tell dusk from dawn
When your son’s your dad and your friends are just plain gone

Where you gonna go when you don’t know where you’ve been
And you lose your keys and your dignity again and again
Where you gonna go when the door is so unsure
And the doctor seems so certain there’s no cure

Oh, Wisconsin shoreline that’s my home, it comes back to me
How did I get here, so alone, so unhappy to be
Did you happen to see…what has happened to me?

How you gonna feel when your reasons let you down
And their reasonable decisions push you around
How you gonna feel when New England gets so cold
Where your husband died and left you to get old

Who you gonna turn to, what’s the name?
Why is this happening, who’s to blame?
Where is this place I shouldn’t be?
When can I leave what’s come of me?

(chorus)

Close your eyes and rest,
And soon you’ll realize your life’s been blessed
Those clouds will fall away, and the light will come I pray
And I know you will recall, they will be there one and all
Quiet and so still, sitting by your final battle of the will
And I know as you move on, I’ve got you back now Mom
Now put your best dress on, they’ll be waiting, everyone
(chorus)

Wisconsin Shoreline

Wisconsin Shorline

Happy Halloween Folks!
Vocal Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2020
Gentle Rain Records
Produced, performed and Arranged by Daniels & Durgy
Written by: Ambrosia Parsley and guitarist Duke McVinnie
Originally performed by Shivaree

Lyrics:
There's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone
There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can't stand
What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out
And maybe and then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
So goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say goodnight moon
There's a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbor and he's been watching me
And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Something's under the bed
Now it's out in the hedge
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall
What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out
And maybe and then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
So goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say goodnight moon

Goodnight Moon (Cover)

Two song writers, two kindred spirits... that found each other by pure happenstance and great fortune, to collaborate and create music together.
To see our separate artist pages, please click on the following links:
Nat Daniels   https://soundcloud.com/natdaniels
Craig Durgy  https://soundcloud.com/durge

Goodnight Moon (Cover)

Daniels & Durgy

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