Hey, this is a wonderful version. Fab vocals & harmonies, as always!

Man, are you bringing back memories and you all sound so good-beautiful my friends !!

Thanks Jon. I recorded the base track of guitar & lead vocal on my iphone voice memos as a simple concept for Nat to consider but she did this with it and I went with it. Glad you like it Jon. Durge

Spring 2022

Little to say but... enjoy !!

https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson: original instrumental theme on keys and drums, vocals.
Ruizzoidman: lyrics, vocals, bass, guitars, production.
Mahatma Ghandi: speech at Inter Asian Conference, 02/04/1947

Lyrics:

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Recognising one another
as a friend, as a true brother.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

By sectarian politicians
humankind is being confronted.
Now is the time (2)
Troubles they want us to see,
people live them more easily.
Now is the time (2)
We need pragmatism …

We’re all part of minorities,
the red haired or left handed.
Now is the time (2)
No more talk about left or right,
no more minding if black or white.
Now is the time (2)
We need global thinking …

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Love flows freely in every heart.
Revolution inside each one.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

It's The Time (with Janine Levinson)

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2021
Gentle Rain Records 
Featuring Junkheap (Dave T)
Written Performed and Produced by Daniels & Durgy 
Our Utmost Thanks to you Dave for lending us your terrific Rock vocals to blend with ours on this epic song!

Lyrics:

Bodhran’s Dream 

A silver veil hangs sweet and low
The sea pulls her skirt in the wind
Gazing over Tempters cliff, 
The heart calls a future unmet
Two hands upon a timeless face
Who never seem able to meet
But Time has sold what should have been
And I can’t let go of this dream

Chorus:
So take my hand Love!
And we’ll dance ‘till the Sun kiss the moon in the sky
By the beat of the Bodhran and the whistle’s delight
We’ll ignite heaven’s light..
And we’ll live every lifetime!
In the space of a moment in each others’ arms,
And we’ll sing ‘till our voices surround every star
And remake what has past,
If tonight’s but a dream
Darling.. Live it with me.

Holding on to memories
That glisten like pearls on a string
And where this ends, no one can know,
But hope is where all this begins…

Chorus:
So take my hand Love!
And we’ll dance ‘till the Sun kiss the moon in the sky
By the beat of the Bodhran and the whistle’s delight
We’ll ignite heaven’s light..
And we’ll live every lifetime!
In the space of a moment in each others arms,
And we’ll sing ‘till our voices surround every star
And remake what has past,
If tonight’s but a dream
Darling.. Live it with me…. Live it with me…

Bodhran's Dream

Bodhran's Dream (Ft Junkheap)

A bit late,but best wishes to y'all. 

I hope this is a good year
I hope for me and you
I hope for warmth and good cheer
In twenty twentytwo

I'll raise a glass,here's to you all
Together we can do
Before our final curtain call
Let live twenty twentytwo

May your time be ever golden
May you see your trouble through
May you never be beholden
In twenty twentytwo

Remember what we took for granted
Remember what we thought was free
Isolated disenchanted
Life has no guarantee

Here's to all the tired and weary
I wish the best for you
A year that's not so dreary
In twenty twentytwo

(Twenty) 22

Evanescence

okay I fleshed it out and worked on the vocal...
NOTE: I finally took those annoying breaths out of the vocal track!

This one’s gonna hurt, it’s gonna make me wanna cry
And turn things upside down, and still I’ll wonder why
You made me feel alive, but now I want to die
You took away my wings when you taught me how to fly

This one’s gonna hurt, more than anything I’ve known
It makes me question everything, what is right and what is wrong
What it means to be redeemed, to come off of that ledge
And you see the one you love still dancing on the edge

In this dirty dusty room, it’s like an empty tomb
There’s an echo in the hall, but no one there to hear me call
But know I tried to make it right
I tried to save us from the fall

I don’t know what to do, I can’t believe it’s true
I was lost inside a dream, but I know now what it means
To wake up in the cold, when everything went wrong
And the life we knew is gone

This one’s gonna hurt, and it’s more than I can stand
When I can’t hold you close, with these two empty hands
I was searching for a sign, to know how you would feel
I wish I could change your mind
But I know you never will…

This Ones Gonna Hurt (Complete Mix)

VIDEO OFICIAL:  https://youtu.be/_O_a1-Flsm4

GIRASOL

El frío cubrió todo con una capa de hielo
y girasol es,
la noche aventaba todo su fulgor con la oscuridad 
y girasol es,
fue como estar ausente por un instante nada más, 
nada más.

El silencio atrapó todo con un manto de nácar necedad 
y girasol es,
la nada inundaba con blanca seda y negra oscuridad 
y girasol es,
fue como estar distante en el presente en ésta realidad, 
realidad. 


GIRASOL CREDITOS:

Sojue Stradac - Símbolos, signos y presentimientos.
Paulino Robles: Fotografía, portada CD  #FotoBazarTulancingo

SEMILLAS

Girasol

Sometimes in the quiet of the night come those moments of clarity.

Nightfall

flamenco guiter song arrenge metal.
Spanish 
Heavy metal

trapped in a kaleidoscope

WORST THAN TEXAS *unnecessary expanded mix8

Alt mix of Clean Beacon
From https://soundcloud.com/enigmacurry/clean-bloop-beacon-poll-all-be-con-op-open-collab

Clean Beacon - Rays thru the Down Pour (Enigma Curry and Arma Ignifera)

all instruments: stonerjazz @user-911083679
remix and narration:sonic structures and silent stretches
image: the same collab
info: there are more versions of this canto to emerge from other collab partners. LOOK FORWARD!

narration: the thirteen canto poem finds its way into sound, a slice at a time

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

CANTO lV- A poem by Jo Rlchter (sonic structures and silent stretches) best played loud

Where Are You

Running Back To You

Morning prayer

*** VIDEO NOW ON YOUTUBE ***                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Jfxj-CCGnw

------------------------------------------------------------
-)))  MOVE  (((-    Onto The Radar   -)))
------------------------------------------------------------
Move onto the radar 
Take a leap of faith out of the shadows
And sing, sing across the airwaves
It's so much better now       
-)(-
Nobody said - All of this would be an easy ride
Nobody said - The road ahead is as the crow flies
-)(-
So tune it in - Turn it up 
Be the one - To bang the drum
ONE - TWO!
Make it happen!
-)(-
Move onto the radar
Take a leap of faith out of the shadows
And sing, sing across the airwaves
It's so much better now!  
And your senses will be re-awakened
When you feel the warmth and you embrace it
So sing, sing across the airwaves
It's so much better now!  
-)(-
Nobody said - It wouldn't take a lot of hard work
Nobody said - You would always get the last word 

-))((-      -))((-      -))((-      -))((-      -))((- 
  
Nobody said - You wouldn't have a care in the world
Nobody said - You'd never end up feeling hurt
Nobody said - It's easy rising from the deep, deepest blue
Nobody said - It's not worth striving to break on through
-)(-
So tune it in !  Turn it up!  Be the one - To bang the drum!
ONE - TWO!
Make it happen!
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
MOIR/DAVENPORT 2016

RhuneStar 3

Move (Onto The Radar)

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2019
with Permission by EMI/SonyATV
Performed by Daniels & Durgy  2019
Written by Jimmy Duncan 1957

My Special Angel

My Special Angel (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

My Special Angel (Cover)

Daniels & Durgy

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