I'm enjoying the lyrics, this is quite an interesting piece with a wonderful acoustic vibe

Really like the feel of this... a Lion of a song Darren (family crest) and the lyrical poetry of social foibles and poor Lovecraft.

Wowzers, Darren!! Love everything on this!! Got a bit of a punky Paul Simon on your singing skills, which makes me absolutely happy!! Awesome guitar! Some absolute incredible intricate noting!!! Love it!!!😎💯💯💯💎💎💎🙏🙏🙏

@emma-valentine-275735097: thank you so much

Nice catchy chorus, the loose double-tracking on the vocals works really well

Get ready for this fabulous adventure !! My 4th work with Joao, inspiring as always !!!

https://soundcloud.com/jowwwafi: instrumental themes and arrangement, percussion, bass, guitars, synths..., production.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, guitars, synths, added sounds, production.
Intro/Outro: traditional music from Congo Republic. Picture: AI.

Translated lyrics (a funny-epic poem when I was 15):

Cacique manda: “¡Ir a cazar!”  /  Chieftain says, "Go hunting!"
Mondongo Gwanda pronto marchar.  /  Mondongo Gwanda soon leave.
Él ha bebido vino y gazpacho;  /  He has drunk wine and gazpacho;
torre ha subido todo borracho.  /  tower has climbed all inebriated.

Gran cazador, Mondongo corre  /  Great hunter, Mondongo runs
ojo avizor desde la torre.  /  watchful eye from the tower.
Cree haber visto una gacela.  /  He thinks he saw a gazelle.
“No me resisto, voy a cogerla.”  /  "I can’t resist, I’ll catch it."

Lleva su lanza, lleva su flecha,  /  He carries his spear, he carries his arrow,
pronto la alcanza y encima se echa.  /  he soon reaches for it, and jumps over.
Su colocón le trae de cabeza,  /  His drunkenness gets him in trouble,
¡el tío torpón falla la pieza!  /  the clumsy guy fails the prey!

 “¡Jopeng!” Exclama Mondongo, duro,  /  "Dang it!" exclaims Mondongo, tough,
enciende llama porque está oscuro.  /  he lights fire because it’s dark.
 “¡Cagonla!” Grita desesperado.  /  "Bullshit!" he screams desperately.
Ya la monita se le ha pasado.  /  The hangover is over already.

Sobrio, Mondongo no se calló,  /  Sober, Mondongo didn’t shut up,
dijo: “En el Congo soy yo el mejor.”  /  he said: "In the Congo I am the best."
Fue lanza en mano tras el animal,  /  He went spear in hand after the animal,
bajo un manzano fuelo a encontrar.  /  under an apple tree he got to find it.

Comiendo estaba tranquilamente,  /  It was eating calmly,
Gwanda acercábase lentamente.  /  Gwanda approached slowly.
Ya que la vio le tiró fuerte;  /  Once he saw it, speared it hard;
tanto la hirió, le dio la muerte.  /  he hurt it so much, caused its death.

Mondongo salta, vuelve al poblado,  /  Mondongo jumps, returns to the village,
alegre canta: “Ya la he cazado”.  /  happy he sings: "I’ve already hunted it".
Mondongo Gwanda llega a casita.  /  Mondongo Gwanda arrives home.
Cacique aguarda, le felicita.  /  Chieftain awaits, congratulates him.

MONDONGO GWANDA (with Jowwwafi)

Raindrops falling in my cup
Coffee morning just woke up
Reasons mattered before time stopped
No one travelled and no one shopped
No you never got in line
Never stopped on a dime
You always wanted just to sing
Circled around and tied the ring. 

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

Won’t see the light of day
Could barely repeat refrain
Counting all the money you spend
On nothing more than a big fat hen

Desensitized by karma dreams 
A prickly place to hide the seams
Reaching out to another brain
Trading riffs that last through days…

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

A Prayer for the Dying

I’m waitin on a new style I’m waitin on a new day
Walkin a long the mile checkin out the play

I’m never goin out at night
Only out in the day
Never gonna ride assumption
That I’m gonna be ok
So I’d rather just have you know
It’s another shut in day
The flowers never grow
When you focus on decay
You never amount to much
When a shadow scares your touch
So smile at the crossroads
You talk shit way too much 

Everyone is a little bit frightened
Everyone is scared
Maybe you could help them out
But a shut in you don’t care.

Make your friends dine about
Try to dance and scream and shout 

I was waitin on that cow bell
I was waitin on the rain
Someone said they remembered me
And boy was I a pain
Before the lavish luxuries
And pleasantries defined
I got pistol whipped by 
Robbers
Just beggin for the time

Mother ran the tightest ship
Blessings in her way
I always had the politest things
Ready off to say

She never let him out at day
Never out at night
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light

We saw him in the window
We told him to come down
Waving at his friends
His mother always frowned
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again

Lovecraft's Sick Again (Acoustic Version)

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/sapiens-g-n-ration

SAPIENS GENERATION

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/la-table-des-ombres

Et quand le rideau tombe à la fin du chemin
Il n' y a rien d'autre à dire, y avais rien d'autre à faire
Peut être que demain il neigera sur nos tombe
Prendre place au festin à la table des ombres

LA TABLE DES OMBRES ( Extrait )

This song reminds me of the haunted house at Disneyland where the candelabras float up and down the hallways. Here is a video made for the song. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUJgj6MZGy4


We can’t help but run away
When cornered against our will
Flagrant fouls of innocence
Always try to ride the fence
Waiting out the calls
While you are left in haunted halls

 They battered us down
They winched us away

Hold you down for 
Counted out forever more 

 You can count on me for
that will be the time when we will 
show the world what we’ve found  
 that will be the time when we will 
show the world what we’ve found

Haunted Halls

The song is about perseverance through repetitive tasks by escaping deep into the mind's imagination. Back to the grind, I guess. Here is a video accompaniment with some old school animation. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TJg8QihRsM

Lyrics
When you were searchin like an Urchin you were movin
On the sea floor
 With the tides you collide while dodging all the mine
Fields close to shore
Missing all the green hoping genes give the means from the fiends
For many more
Times like these you hope for the shoulder 
Of many of us
Pushin up the boulder for days and in ways but it sways
As it must     
But crashing back down to the ground
Like  Sisyphus

Never had the change on the range by the quarter that was drawn
 in early dawn

And you sit curled in your room with  clouded doom
Metamorphosis

Grinding the Stone

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/lia

Je bat mon créateur sur son propre terrain 
J'inventerai les règles, je choisirai la fin
Et quand lui joue sa vie, moi je ne m'encombre pas
D'amour et d' égo
Demain je règnerai parmi tout les drapeaux
Lui si grand, si petit, le poète du monde
Le peintre de la vie, l' inventeur de la bombe
Le vivant achevé dans les pas de son Dieu
Appelant au secours
Demain sera trop tard, sera son dernier jour

Lia ( Extrait )

It's not often that an entire nation suddenly has its hands unshackled, its mouth ungagged and its cell door left ajar with an open invitation to leave the darkness and step into the light.

So, Syria, what's it to be?

Hmmm...?

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Find Seagull's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Find David's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

Artwork by Seagull
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Mother Syria

Hold my hand up to the sun to reach this smouldered rubble
Lift my eyes again with little patience left in trust
Assad years, father and son, each the devil’s double
Gassed and burned my cradle nation to blood-soaked mental dust

With his face alight the new guy’s mission, pure, sent from heaven
Promises truth, gold, light and god in his virgin presidential pledge
In the dead of night autocracy voted AK47
New boots crush freedom’s fingertips, as they’re clinging to the ledge

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
That cradled understanding of things earthly and divine?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
Or should we prepare the palliatives for your sectarian decline?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
On the path of sane humanity or on diabolos’ design?

Mother Syria will you renounce the suicide bomber’s blast?
Maybe seek out peace at last?

Mother Syria   ...   with Seagull and David Dunham

Cast of Characters:
E Ruizzo-- https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions --Manuel-- composition, lyrics, Squier Stratocaster electric guitar, vocals, mix, and production
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- piano, accordion, and horn
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Jose Ramirez nylon stringed flamenco style guitar, and mastering
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – four string Fender Precision Bass bass

This song began all the way back when Manuel was 16 and found love that summer with a girl named Carmen. He remembered her, though, and wrote this song about her all these years later. The title of the song means "Your name has the song," and the lyrics spell out the girl's charms using the letters of her name. Check out the lyrics and the translation below. 
  Using that inspiration, Manuel came up with the song structure and the vocal melodies to a rudimentary drum track with his electric guitar. He then asked Josh if the group would be interested in taking it on. Josh, never being one to refuse a challenging piece of music, and always on the lookout for interesting musicians with whom to collaborate, accepted his kind offer and created a project for the rest of the Eclectic Collecitve to join. He started the whole thing off by adding his bass, to which Ken added his innovative drums, to which Josh redid his bass, as is the typical process in the EC.
  Next up was JJ, who you'd think he'd grown up with Spanish music the way he added the horns, accordion, and piano. Then Stephen stepped in and added his psychedelic and intricate acoustic guitar to the stew. 
  It was all done, except for the mix at this point. Manuel did the honors, and did it very expertly. Stephen mastered it to give it more volume and dynamism, too, as he always does. 
  This was the first, but we hope not the last, time the EC has collaborated with Manuel, although we're all fans of the incredible music on his page. He was a true delight to work with, giving honest, encouraging feedback and helping us shape his song to meet his vision. We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by E Ruizzo:

TU NOMBRE TIENE LA CANCIÓN  /  YOUR NAME HAS THE SONG

Qué es una lágrima en el desierto?  /  What is a tear in the desert?
Cae sin ruido, se evapora y se olvida.  /  It falls without noise, evaporates and is forgotten.
No tiene tiempo de brillar, su vida  /  It has no time to shine, its life
es corta y su camino tan incierto…  /  is short and its path so uncertain...

Ce del calor del desierto y su sol,  /  ‘C’ for the heat of the desert and its sun,
a del adiós por el que lloré tanto;  /  ‘a’ for the farewell for which I cried so much;
erre del río que forma mi llanto;  /  ‘r’ for the river formed by my crying;
eme de miedo, de magia y de amor.  /  ‘m’ for fear, for magic and for love.

E de esperanza, de espacio rosado,  /  ‘E’ for hope, for pink space,
de espina clavada, de suelta emoción;  /  for stuck thorn, for loose emotion;
ene de noche de un tiempo pasado.  /  ‘n’ for night of a past time.

Carmen, tu nombre tiene la canción  /  Carmen, your name has the song
de todo aquello que has significado:  /  of all that you have meant:
Carmen de luz, de sonrisa y de adiós.  /  Carmen of light, of smile and of goodbye.

Tu Nombre Tiene La Canción (with The Eclectic Collective)

Grievance to attack 
A mind fighting back 
Brought up with its norms 
A mind detecting the storms 
Or some valor 
A statue of itself 
Projecting outward in its manor 
In an atmosphere 
Presenting glamour 
As time pitter patters 
The choice between peace 
Or disruption  
Comes from the belief 
In our own thinking 
Grievances darken your mind 
A call for righteous judgement 
Is the attempt to correct 
The attack on its premise 
Tainted with environmental hysteresis 
Embedded in our social structure 
A trojan horse that is mustered 
Acceptable to the reactions 
Of some bluster 
A meditative note 
Not some sound that’s 
Rasping from a throat 
A clear harmonizing vibration 
Setting our thinking into 
The tranquil elation 
The ability to visualize past 
All the normalization 
And the subjugation 
From a state and its rationalization 
Of its own belief in the obligations 
Of our creations 
The ability to move free 
Free of the thinking  
Inside me 
My best thinking 
Keeps me a prisoner of time 
Vulnerable to what is not sublime 
A sublime mind 
Can escape time 
It doesn’t need valor 
Or righteousness to correct 
What is mine 
Free of the reaction 
Of my thinking 
The ability to know joy 
Beyond its form 
To behold a loving soul
Propagating through space 
Transmuting the human race 
The experimenting  
Of my thinking 
Is objectively 
Stunningly 
An attempt to sit and say 
“I will there be light” 
As we pray


My Clarion Moment

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