We're All in This Together and It Sure Feels Good

Wonderful Sounds

COME IN WITH THE FIRE

Life

Thanks to you all who took the time to comment on Solar Kama Sutra tracks!

Now That's What I Call A Panic Attack!  - Soundcloud Hits For Your 2 A.M. Meltdowns!  YO!

No One Understands Your Astral Baby: 40 new ones from the SoundCloud community

SHELTERING EACH OTHER

GOTHIC FUNK & FRIENDS various artists 1

Song about love as a shelter against inclemency of life (translated lyrics below).

By means of some weather sounds, I oppose precise dark parts to more colored ones, with serious work till 3:25 when I had fun jamming, so you can skip to 4:20 & enjoy great outro !!

Clarinet was borrowed from my sister for summer practice. Reed & keywork managing is difficult for a beginner, & home cohabitance was set on serious risk, but with painful effort I got something presentable, or so I hope, as not willing to repeat soon...

Pic: edited eyefish photo taken by my other sister during one of my hard summer rehearsals.

LETRAS / LYRICS

ENTRA SIN MIEDO / COME IN WITHOUT FEAR

Fuera hay truenos; / Outside there are thunders;
entra sin miedo. / come in without fear.

Fuera hay viento; / Outside there is wind;
entra corriendo. / come rush in.

Soy tu refugio protector; / I am your protective shelter;
entre mis brazos estarás mejor: / whithin my arms you’ll be better:
ven a buscar mi calor. / come to find my warmth.

Dentro hay fuego; / Inside there is fire;
entra a verlo. / come in to see it.

Dentro te espero, / Inside I wait for you,
entra sin miedo. / come in without fear.

ER22HC02 - (C) Ruizzo 1995 - (R) Francés Records;) 2014

Entra sin miedo (No clarinet was harmed)

2 perspectivas
thank to @Eclectronix for the lyrics  
L'uomo cerca di vivere intensamente, completamente, perfettamente.
Quando potrà farlo senza ledere la libertà altrui e senza esserne mai leso, quando le sue attività gli frutteranno soddisfazioni, sarà più sano, più normale, più civile più se stesso.
La felicità è il criterio col quale l'uomo giudica la natura, è in armonia con se stesso e il suo ambiente.
Disfruto la libertad
Lo único que puedo sentir
La empatía se va
Siento placer al herir
 
Libre de un puzle hacer
De seguir un patrón
Para que puedan ver
Que alguien el crimen firmo
 
Nada lo hago al azar
Juego con la libertad
De inocentes sin culpa
 
Pienso siempre jugar
Dicen que está mal
Yo no lo puedo notar

Libertá & Libertad ft Christian Moll

Rainbow -  - Output - Stereo Out

Walls
From a distance, I see a wall
I’m not sure if it’s there at all
I walk endless miles
From day to nightfall
But, I don’t seem to get closer
No closer at all

After many years, I reach that wall
It’s very wide and very tall
I think I have to climb it
Or it could be my downfall
Walls surround us all
Some are real, some not at all
Some are strong, most will fall

While climbing up a wall
I lose my grip and fall
I’ve been falling now 
For many years
If I can’t run, I’ll crawl
If I can’t crawl, I’ll fall
I’ve been crawling now
For many years








After many years
I know I built that wall
I built it wide
I built it tall
Walls protect us all
I have some regrets
But they’re mostly small
Far outweighed
By the beauty
Of it all

We all need a reprieve
From all the webs we weave
I’ve been weaving now
For many years
Don’t know what to believe
I think it’s time to leave
I’ve been leaving now 
For many years

Walls protect us all
I have some regrets
But they’re mostly small
Far outweighed
By the beauty
Of it all

Walls

Boundless, infinite divine love. It cannot be bottled, sold, exchanged, or in any way quantified. Love is non mathematical and sewn into our dna - whispered into our fabric by our pseudo-mechanical creators.

What Is Baffling the Mathematician?

https://youtu.be/2bh5B0MGWfg

Such a lovely little town, it deserves its own love song.

Banjo, lapslide & vocals Chris O
Audio Chris O

Salt River Town        (c)Chris Okunbor, October 2020

Springing rains are here again, ground is soaking down.
Rolling clouds come darkening, chasing folks from town.

Front porch singing, banjo ringing.
Front porch ringing, banjo singing.

Gonna get me a line, get me a pole, go fishing in a crayfish hole.

Rollin rains are here again.
Springing clouds come a-darkening,
Around, Salt River Town.

Rollin rains are here again,
springing clouds come a-sparkling,
the waters round Salt River Town.

Sister's Creek's got a crayfish creep, but they're running like the devil from me.
Flathead hiding at the Bend in the River, now its hurry on home for tea.

Front porch ringing, banjo singing.
The front porch ringing, banjo singing,
wise-up, about what’s enough.

Darkening clouds are here again.
And the rolling rain comes a-blowing in,
Whoa, Salt River Town.

Hear the ringing, hear the singing.
Front porch ringing, banjo singing,
learning, the meaning of enough.

Oh you know we love, 
the waters around Salt River Town.

Salt River Town

Salt River Town  (a love song for my little town) ~  Chris Okunbor

Statues - Fleursonseaux
All rights reserved - © Copyright

Statues

The old music chamber
Written, recorded, and mixed by Tim Griffis November 2020
Trying to write an instrumental with a jazz vibe that smells like cigarettes and booze.....;-)
Sorry for the squeaky strings.
Thanks to @mrcagey for feedback on an early draft - always appreciate that. 
Mix 1: November 11, 2020

Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio

Guitars
Guild DV-52 acoustic - acquired in Vancouver, Canada in 2000
Fender Stratocaster
Fender Squire Bass

Microphones
1. ambient room mic (TLM67)
2. close mic acoustic (AKG C414 XLS)
3. close mic acoustic (Shure 57A)

Drums: arranged by TG
Software: Pro Tools

Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 30 ips using ATR Master Tape.

The old music chamber

For the 31st Solar Kama Sutra song I decided to challenge myself a bit and do something in 7/4 time.  I tried remembering a band I heard do that and thought, "Isn't Pink Floyd's "Money" in 7/4 time?"  I remembered hearing it and thinking it was...

...  Turns out it is!  So for that reason I thought of Pink Floyd, and tried to do a Pink Floydish sound.    It's also a nod to Radiohead's "Pyramid Song".  I tried to capture the same feeling that song gives me, but with Solar Kama Sutra this time. 
(by the way, Solar Kama Sutra has always been just one person.  It's just the name for what I call the music)

Since Radiohead already used "Pyramid" which is well-known since ancient Egypt to be the coolest shape, I had to go with something else.  "Sphere Song" and "Cube Song" ?...  Well...  Those song titles just aren't gonna work....   Maybe "Dodecahedron Song"?....  Hmm... That actually sounds pretty catchy...  Feel free to use it!  

 My vocals are used more heavily on this track than it seems.  Throughout the track I tried to make my vocals sound like guitars and other instruments

  And definitely hats off to Pink Floyd for making a hit song in a 7/4 time signature.   How many times has that been done before?!

And of course, hats off to Stonehenge.  The ultimate inspiration for this track

lastly, much respect & love for all of you who have dropped by once again

- John

Stonehenge Song

Lyrics

Baby you’re lame
Maybe insane
How can you say
That without shame
Look at your hair
I just can’t square
How you might think that
We will forbear
Your obnoxious view of the world at your feet
That the obvious will remain unseen

Please shut your mouth
The stuff that comes out
Erases all doubt
Of what you’re about
So full of conceit
Tossing red meat
To the pools of fools
That form the effete
Tools of oppression 
You don’t know how to use
If you weren’t so incompetent
You’d be the new Il Duce 

Loose some weight
Can’t you see the light through the grate
Of the sewer where hold your fête 
Now gather your crap and go

Oh maybe someday
You’ll get back in my bed
Though I’d rather put a loaded gun to my head

I keep on swimming
In this ocean of dumb
It’s filled to the brim
This sure ain’t no fun
Is there no stopper?
I thought it was pulled?
You’ve turned on the spigot
And out poured a flood
Of the stupidest things
That I’ve ever seen
So blatantly dumb ass
It’s flat out obscene 

Oh baby
Loose some weight
Can’t you see the light through the grate
Of the sewer where hold your fête 
Now gather your crap and go

Dance in the street
Shout out in joy
Give you the finger
Come up with ploys
To stay direction
A hand in the wind
You can’t stop the future
There’s no chance to rescind
What’s happened baby
Been clearly defined 
By stomping your feet
As you wail and wine

Baby you’re lame
Maybe insane
How can you say
That without shame
Look at your hair
I just can’t square
How you might think that
We will forbear
Your obnoxious view of the world at your feet
That the obvious will remain unseen

Oh baby
Loose some weight
Can’t you see the light through the grate
Of the sewer where hold your fête 
Now gather your crap and go

Baby You're Lame

Always loved this tune so much. I struggle with reaching some of the keys that Wilson and Pierce hit, but I am having a lot of fun. My cousin used to blast this song when I was a kid. 

HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! The devil's in my car.
Ho, devil's in my car, whoa please
PLEASE! Leave me alone!

We're really tearin' tar.
We're goin' 90 miles an hour.
Ho! He's drivin' me crazy.
He's drivin' me to Hell now.

He's pointing his pitchfork at me.
He's in the front seat of my car!
He's taking over!
Oo, he ripped my upholstry.
He's at the wheel,
HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! He's drivin' too far.

(scream!) Ooooooh!

Whoooa!

I can't lock the door,
I can't put on my safety belt.
There's nothing for me to do but yell HELP!
Devil's in my car!
I'm goin' to Hell in my old Chevrolet,
I don't know which way.
Oh, HELP! Devil's in my car!
Yeah, yeah. He's gone too far.
I won't see ya tomorrow.
I won't see ya anymore.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
Oh! Ow! I'm sitting on his tail.

Oh-Ohh, I don't wanna go to Hell.
(I don't wanna go to the devil.)
He's in my car, in my car, in my car.

Ohhhh-waaaaahhh!

The radio gives me static,
there's nothing on my CB.
Oh, HELP! the devil's in my car.
Oh, he's in my car. He's in my car.
The devil's in my car.
We're turning off the road.
Oh! Where ya taking me devil?
Oh! He's grinning door to door.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
HELP ME!
Oh, I don't wanna go to Hell.
(I don't wanna go to the devil.)
He's in my car.

Freeway to Hell.
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Right through the tollbooth)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Right through the guardrail)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Across the median)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Would you slow down?)
We're burning up the road.

I've got the devil juice in my CARburater!
I've got the devil in my cigarette lighter.
I don't need no battery (I got the devil in my car).
In my car. In my car-oh!
In my car
In my car
In my car
In my car
In my car

Devil in My Car (B-52s)

L£ CA$$€

La cavale

La Cavale

Original Composition / Live Guitar / Bass / Production : Chris Dargay
Live Drums : Scott Tumino
Lyrics / Vox : Tracy Dahl Cucuzza
E.O.S. 2020

RiverTown (Vox - Bass -Demo)

I dedicated the song "Monique" to two women: 
First of all to my grand aunt Monique, who was murdered as a Jew by the Nazis in Auschwitz. I know her only from photos and the anecdotes of my mother. Through her tragic life story, her unique face with the big, jet-black eyes, I still feel connected to her today. 
In this song I imagined meeting her shortly before her gassing in Auschwitz. How I accompanied her to the gas chambers, how we got to know each other a little before the inevitable happened.  
      
Secondly, this song is dedicated to another Monique. Her stage name was "Barbara" and she was a charismatic French chanson singer. What would I have given to be at one of her concerts. But when she had her big time, especially in the 1960s, I was still much too young. So all I have left are their Youtube videos, of which I would like to put a link here: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPPZMyMNQCM

Her face and her eyes, her charisma and expression remind me so much of my grand aunt.  Like her, she was a Jewish woman of French descent. And with songs like "Göttingen" she contributed significantly to an understanding between the Jews and the land of the perpetrators- Germany.  

Lyrics in English:

Monique

I visited you in Auschwitz, 
Cursed this freezing cold murder place

See you coming with the gas chamber train 
Only one photo at my place with your face

Your deep black eyes look at me
Already as a child they magically fascinated me

I go to you, take you in my arms 
In the coldness of killing we both get warm

We go together, you tell me about you 
Of your life, your joys, your pain

And you listen to me 
Get to know me briefly

The butchers, they wave
The shadows, they sink down

We both still have some time left 
The cruel suffering is already approaching

You show me the brooch in the photo 
You show me how you move your hands to play the piano

The time fold now pulls you away from me
There to the shameful brick building
I can only look after you
You disappear in there 

Gassed and burned
But unforgettably burned into my soul


Deutscher Originaltext:

Monique

Hab` Dich in Auschwitz besucht 
Diesen eiskalten Mord-Ort verflucht

Seh` Dich da kommen, mit dem Gaskammer-Zug 
Nur ein Foto bei mir mit Deinem Gesicht

Deine tiefschwarzen Augen schaun` mich an
Schon als Kind zogen sie mich magisch in den Bann

Ich geh` zu Dir hin, nehm` Dich in den Arm 
In der Kälte des Mordens wird uns beiden warm

Wir gehen zusammen, Du erzählst mir von Dir 
Von Deinem Leben, Deinen Freuden, Deinem Schmerz

Und Du hörst mir zu. Lernst mich kurz kennen

Die Schlächter, sie winken
Die Schatten, sie senken sich ab

Noch haben wir beide etwas Zeit 
Heran rückt schon das grausame Leid

Du zeigst mir die Brosche, die auf dem Foto trägst 
Du zeigst mir wie Du Deine Hände zum Klavierspiel bewegst

Die Zeitfalte zieht Dich nun fort von mir
Dorthin zu dem Schand-Backsteinbau
Ich kann Dir nur nachsehen
Du verschwindest dort drin 

Vergast und verbrannt
Doch unvergeßlich in meine Seele eingebrannt

Monique

Monique (Lyrics in English in the Intro to the Track....)

Mary , Queen of Scots (8 December 1542 – 8 February 1587), also known as Mary Stuart, queen of Scotland (1542–67) and queen consort of France (1559–60). Her unwise marital and political actions provoked rebellion among the Scottish nobles, forcing her to flee to England, where she was eventually beheaded as a Roman Catholic threat to the English.
The scene to the soundtrack:
In the May sunshine, Mary and her 2nd husband Lord Darnley her cousin went to ride to the Scottish
woodlands.It all seemed like a dream, the wild ride, the strange smells and sounds.
They should have a race. Mary loved to ride and to ride fast. A horn sounded, it notes oddly out of
place where no hunters were.

Music : Lillithe 2020
Vocals: Ghosthack
www.Ghosthack.de
Remastering: Paploviante

Mary Stuart / Lillithe Production

Too close to home is the second track to be taken from my elements e.p and solo project 
To overcome darkness and isolation we have to reset our-selfs  from within and find the light its humanity against the elements but nature will always find a way and win [Jim mystic manser nov 2020]
lyrics 
The pressure cookers boiling and we got to close to home
 society has been spoiling all the things we loved and known 
locked down and now you say your missing having fun
just a way of nature telling you shes done
is it me ? looking too a grey and empty sea
is it you ? doesnt have a clue what we supposed to do
and now its all to close to home
they say your better off alone 
and i keep running from the storms 
to find a place thats safe and warm

put my arms and legs into the rain and in the air
frustrated travellers you arent going anywhere
just a slice of fiction now its getting hard to laugh
like a faded actor who hides an autograpth
is it us? making to much fuss to get from A to B
or is it me living in this life of novel mysteries

all tracks and music written by Jim Manser 2020

Too close to home

Too Close To Home

遊蘭 Time To Time

I want a little sugar In my bowl By Sucole & 6qsax

Original here: https://soundcloud.com/noisealter/somewhere-south

MIDI version of "Somewhere South" by NoiseAlter.

Enjoy!

Somewhere South MIDI

“What is possible for individual is impossible for the masses.”
― Gurdjieff

the exit was blocked by your astral body

Original here: https://soundcloud.com/noisealter/silhouette

MIDI version of "Silhouette" by NoiseAlter.

Enjoy!

Silhouette MIDI

Huge thanks to my Valuable Friends who partied hard!

@janinelevinson - Dance invites and vocals
@rick-4-1 - Funkin' it up for the dance floor
@phil-mcwalter - Sausage rolls and other stuff


PARTY BACK AT MY HOUSE

Party back at my house
Party back at my house
Party back at my house
Everybody's gotta come!
'Cos you're wonderful
Ooh Lord, we think you're beautiful
And we wanna hear you talk
We wanna see you walk
We wanna hear you shout
Have fun
Back at my house

Party back at my house
There's a party!
Party back at my house
There's a party!
Party back at my house
Everybody's gotta come!
'Cos you're wonderful
Oh Lord, so beautiful
We wanna hear you talk
See you walk
Hear you shout
Have fun
Back at my house

"BE the party" (Theresa May)

"Let's just get wastey-pants" (Nicole 'Snooki')
"Wow! What a ride!" (Hunter S. Thompson)
"I wanna see you dance" (Janine Levinson)
"Party Sleep Repeat" (Rick Medlock)
"Remember when we could?" (Jack Nicholson)
"Is this a cocktail party?" (Jimi Hendrix)
"Is this my party?" (Phil McWalter)
"Hell yeah!" (Clarence Clemons)

© Phil McWalter Oct 2020
[Photo by Emma McWalter @emmam-7]

Party Back At My House

Spotify

Based on Wypernet's (Laurent) song, and with his permission, I've posted this to my page on SC. The song emerged as an exploration and exhortation. If you feel as though you are going through the motions of life, and it's understandable in the age of Covid 19, it's time to change things up. Where's the red pill from the Matrix? (is the red pill the vaccine? Or is it a mask that some people choose not to wear? Or are these just what gets us past the pandemic...then what?). The Red Pill may be the simple awareness of others' needs and thinking of others first. Self-less, rather than self-ish. Other -centered, not self-centered. Community rights, rather than individual rights.

Life is Precious

Original music (Life Is Precious, on Sound Cloud) - Wypernet  https://soundcloud.com/wypernet/precious-lifeold-titlewyper2019
Additional synths, lyrics, vocals, and final output -Wigmore

We are the walking dead
The zombies of the Apocalypse
We've forgotten who we are
And we're wandering aimlessly
The red pill remains on the shelf
The red pill remains on the shelf

We are the walking dead
Life is precious but we spend it wandering
Wasting time, we try to amuse ourselves
With the logic and  philosophy of  all that is self-indulgent

We are the walking dead
We are the walking dead

Instrumental

We are the walking dead
Zombies of the Apocalypse
We've forgotten who we are
And we're wandering aimlessly
The red pill remains on the shelf
The red pill remains on the shelf
The red pill remains on the shelf


The red pill remains on the shelf
Take it with you when you want to see
The world as it could really be
The red will reveal

We aren't the walking dead IF we see
We aren't the walking dead If we know
We aren't the walking dead IF we can change
What we chose to be

Life is precious don't you see
Life is precious eternally
Life is precious for ALL of us, 
Not just for me

Life is Precious 
Life is Precious 
Life is Precious 

Life is so very precious, to me
Life is so very precious, to me
Precious
Precious

Life Is Precious

Lead and Rhythm Guitars - Admiral Krank
Drums - Monkey Blood Lowdown
Acoustic rhythm guitars, bass and vocals - nic

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ima_Hogg

Lyrics from Keats, Byron and nic

Greatest Hits

Ima Farrell Hogg

Ima Hogg

Beaten down by the coffin in the way
Butterfly drifting through the day
Never know how ever long its been
Colored in the lines and then begin
A tour that’s been called off for a while
Measuring the curtains without style
The forest leads you on and then turns grey
Better light the fire if you stay
And hours start to slip into the days
And you grew callous in your own malaise
Like no else mattered  so  depraved
Suck it up until you go away

So, you had to call it off
So, you had to call it off

Cancelled

Down down to Goblin Town 

Every time he looked at you /straight between the eyes 
He got the feeling He could fly /tempted by the height

Maybe if he had a chance, He’d look the other way
But his ponies got stolen and galloped away

Down down to Goblin Town 

Waiting the order /to end his life 
The Dwarves were cowered and fearing for their life

 But out of the darkness the Goblin King stammered
As he recognized Gandalf held Glamdring the foe hammer

Down down to Goblin Town 

On his way out as they tried to escape
He fell down deep into a cavernous maze
Down in the mire /he riddled and conspired
for Gollum’s ring he knew /         he had to be liar

One ring to rule them all, 
one ring to find them, 
One ring to bring them all. and in the darkness bind them.

Down down to Goblin Town

Goblin Town

I have a lot of faith that people can be strong enough to recognize where they have done (or are doing) harm and make sincere amends. I also believe that people have the power to heal and forgive wrong doings. It takes great strength to walk together through the fire of our pains and come out the other end holding hands, recognizing and honoring our differences while acknowledging and celebrating our similarities.  

May everyone get a chance to break bread together, enjoy some wine, and share some laughs. 

Thanks again to Calebass, Jon, and Janine for joining me together on a 3rd track. We make a great team! It was really fantastic to have Chris O and Belial Pelegrim finally join a track on my page. Chris O and Belial are two SoundCloud legends in my opinion. I am so grateful to be making music with all my favorite people. If only I had more time to make music with all of my favorites on the cloud. Who knows, maybe I do!

And massive thanks to Russ and the Chaos Cookhouse for baking my bread in their oven once again. If it wasn’t for them, I would only be serving balls of dough. 

Chris O: Lyrics and Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/chris-okunbor
Belial Pelegrim: Aurals, Outro Drone, and Additional Percussion 
https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim
Calebass: Guitars and Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/calebass
Jon Lock: Bass
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
Janine Levinson: Lyrics and Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson 
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix, Master, and Wind Tamer 
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

A rising hurricane blowing out the old
I feel it’s heading my way
Yes, a rising hurricane, heading my way
A rising hurricane blowing out the old
I just feel it’s blowing this way

The wind blows wicked by my side of the street

It’s heading my way

You better blow that away

We hunkered down for the storm breaks 
Sat by the heath till our bones ached
Kept those embers burning for what’s at stake 
Canned those apples for a future bake 
When we can walk across the street 
And give a hand shake 
To our neighbors where the wind don’t take 
A life’s time just to make up for
Past time’s big mistakes  

Well rise-up hurricane and blow out the old
Trade them for a mighty dawn

The wind blows wicked by my side of the street

Push aside the night shades to break a deal
Trade them for a mighty dawn

Even though things still ain’t right
We got deep history still within sight
And at times things can be downright 
Enough to incite our outright 
Deepest ugliest version of contrite 
I still cling tight 
To that hope for that bright light 
That one day things will be made right 
But it ain’t gonna be if we just hang tight 
Word 

The wind blows wicked by my side of the street

A rising hurricane blowing out the old
I just feel, it’s a-heading our way
Push aside the night shades
Break another deal
Trade them for a mighty dawn

Chris O, Belial Pelegrim, Janine Levinson, Jon Lock, Calebass, Russ & CKP - Wind Blows Wicked

I sent a very rough recording of this tune to Darren and asked him to make an instrumental for me to sing to. He produced two lovely tracks for me to choose from, and I liked them so much I sang to both. Here's the first one, the dreamy version. Thank you as always for listening and thank you, Darren.

No One Understands You Like I Do          

Song, vocals: Janine Levinson 2020
Instruments, mix:  Darren Sullivan @darren-sullivan

Sometimes it’s hard to tell the useless from the good
Sometimes it’s only possible to be misunderstood
There always will be trouble, and we’ll always be confused
Sometimes it will be ‘cause of me and sometimes ‘cause of you

But don’t you worry, although I am not perfect
No one understands you like I do

Sometimes you need a lover and sometimes you need a friend
I’m one or I’m the other, and today I’m both of them
But sometimes I am neither  -- and for that I am ashamed

But don’t you worry, although I am not perfect
no one understands you like I do

Foggy, floating in a compromise
Coalesce and then diffuse
My purple prose just leaves you mystified
And radar pierces through the gloom

Sometimes it’s hard to tell the useless from the good
Sometimes it’s only possible to be misunderstood
There always will be trouble and we’ll always be confused

But don’t you worry, although I am not perfect, lover
no one understands you like I do

No One Understands You Like I do  -  With Darren Sullivan

Hey hey! Bringing you this fresh Hip hop track finally. 
Featuring the man Frawstakwa. Marc Montfleury be
back on future projects. This is 120 Bpm. Enjoy!
Remixes & new material coming soon!!
Thanks 4 listening. Love 4 support!
Always returned!! Uploaded 28/11/2020.

You're not really sick The party responsible

THE DAYS THE WEEKS AND THE YEARS
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2020
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWJtWEi-2zM

ANOTHER WORLD

THE DAYS THE WEEKS AND THE YEARS

THE DAYS THE WEEKS AND THE YEARS (see info for video link)

"Tonight" is an indiepop ballad with a melancholy, bizarre mood. The declaration of love could be made on Tatooine or on any other inhabited planet in the universe!

Tonight

Not In This Life (feat. Liel Bar-Z)

Wanderlust

AT THE END OF THE LAND STARTS THE ROAMING OF THE SEA
IT SEEMS TO ME THE RIGHT PLACE TO BE
THERE IF YOU STAND FACING INFINITY 
IT LOOKS LIKE NOTHING BUT THERE’S PLENTY TO SEE

ANY NEW BABY BORN A WHALER HE WIL BE
EXCEPT IF HE’S A GIRL SHE’LL BECOME A LASSIE A LASS
WITH THE GULLS HIGH ABOVE SHRIEKING THEIR OWN SHANTY
PRAISE THE WIND THAT CARRIES THEIR BODIES SO FREE

AND THE FOAM A SPLASHING ON THE BOULDERS DEBRIS
TELLS IN SHORT NO TELLING WHAT A  WONDROUS STORY
FROM THE START TO THE END LIFE’S TENACITY
BATTLEFIELD STORMY ROUNDS OF IMMENSE ENERGY

HERE I STAND WITH A FRIEND INVISIBLE TO SEE
I GOT TIME ON MY HANDS STRETCHING OUT AT SEA 
I DO FEEL IN COMMAND BOTH SAD AND HAPPY
EVEN A GRAIN OF SAND IT IS SO GOOD TO BE 

THERE’S ABUSE AND HARDSHIP THERE IS INSANITY
ALL ON BOARD OF OUR SHIP OUR KIND OF A BOUNTY
BUT WHATEVER THE DIPS IN THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA
ON AND ON HAND IN HAND WE’LL MAKE IT YOU’LL SEE

ON THE EDGE HERE I STAND WITH SOMEONE NEXT TO ME
IT’S THE MAN OF ARAN THE GHOST OF FLAHERTY
WE THREE ARE IN COMMAND FACING ETERNITY
AND IT LOOKS LIKE NOTHING WHICH IS SOMETHING TO SEE

AT THE END OF THE LAND STARTS THE ROARING OF THE SEA

MAN OF ARAN (Lyrics)

@ApproachToSilence (6.12.20)
Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/5QteVEMfOj7LjPLBb4dsAU
YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9C_GM8lLVQ

ApproachToSilence_2015

Isle of Joy

A special thanks to Lizzie and Jim for bringing the legend of Avalon alive.  Here is the video Link    https://vimeo.com/488550982

Cover Art work by Lizzie Pentland
Main Vocals by Lizzie   @taylor-pentland
Guitars by Jim   @telefan
Harmonies,piano orchestration and lyrics by Annette
Please go over to Lizzie's and Jim's pages to listen to more wonderful music.

Avalon     (Ft Lizzie Taypen and Telefan)  With video

My new album "Dreams of the Byzantines" is streaming June 13th, 2025. Please check out my new website darrencsullivan.com for videos and albums to purchase.

Thanks for the kindness and support.