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Check out the original track with instrumental backing:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/magnetic-88-bpm

Lyrics:

(verse1)
Rich in lifestyle, born to run wild.
Hellbound nation, choose right wiseguy.
Societie’s fabric, built on pure lies.
Stick to the boundaries, live and let die.
Was it all planned from beginning?
A race for land and food, the greed unending
Forgive me if I’m rude, but stop pretending.
You won’t want one side to lose if you were on the other
The pull the push, so strong, get in line follow your leader
that’s magnetic, that’s magnetic

(Chorus)
I’m the solution to the mystery that cannot be solved.
A dream, a hope, a pray, I’ve seen evolve
From what’s the answer to the problem
to the problem being solved
The mystery has a magnetic need, for an answer to be solved
The mystery has a magnetic need, for an answer to be solved
Love is still the answer, love is still the answer

(Verse2)
The magnetic pull, Music has on my soul.
Vibrations of energy, sparks of sequence inside of me.
The essence of it all, is like a freefall
Music pull me from within, is all that I recall.
I don’t question destiny, was written inside of me
It’s not hidden, so all can see,
Things are as they should be
Things are as they should be
that’s magnetic, that’s magnetic

(Chorus)
I’m the solution to the mystery that cannot be solved.
A dream, a hope, a pray, I’ve seen evolve
From what’s the answer to the problem
to the problem being solved
The mystery has a magnetic need, for an answer to be solved
Love is still the answer, love is still the answer [echo]
(verse1)
(Chorus)

Magnetic Vocals 88 BPM

Music by Dave Rose
An aborted song turned into a little instrumental. It used to be called Used To Be but, I did a much slower version which I preferred. I put this out a few days ago with a vocal but deleted it and replaced it with this version.
I kept running out of breath when I was singing it as I just couldn't get the lyrics to flow properly 😁

Easy Does It

Overland

Symphony in E Flat Minor - Conflictus 
I have attempted to create a potent emotional and technical foundation in this composition by using E-flat minor, to portray two critical intervals to define conflicting characters,  the minor second and the minor seventh.

To create an emotional profound darkness I have used cello melody in (E-flat minor) to immediately establishes a somber, monumental, and deeply introspective mood, setting the stage for a serious dramatic work that follows.

Acute Tension (Minor Second) has been deliberately used to injects the music with sharp dissonance and anguish. This abrasive, element drives conflict, often suggesting the intensity of the E-flat Phrygian mode.

Somber Depth (Minor Seventh) strings provide the essential melancholic color and stability of the minor key to allow for broad, cohesive irritating melodies to define chaos and conflict.

The use of alchemy pads & strings in between the abrasive, close tension of the minor second and the deep has successfully created a reflective sorrowful mood of the minor seventh.

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Symphony in E - Flat Minor, Conflictus

Cast of Characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals, lyrics, Ovation acoustic guitar, and composition

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and upright piano, and JJ's angels (voice synth)

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Collings mandolin

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST fiddle

Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Gibson Earl Scruggs banjo, production, mix, and mastering

This is the latest in our series of songs Carl has written about us. Being as both Tez, a lifelong, and to a lesser degree, Carl are Manchester United fans, Carl siezed on the opportunity to celebrate their shared fandom. Although the lyrics are a little inscrutable to us Americans, we love that football (soccer) fans from across the pond will know exactly what he's talking about. 

  Carl wrote this song on his acoustic guitar, and upon sharing it with us, we weren't sure as to the direction we wanted to take it. JJ threw down first, adding his good-time-sounding upright piano and strikingly beautiful organ to the mix first. He also added the subtle human voice choral synth you hear throughout. Enchanted with Carl's composition, Josh next added his bass and mandolin both in the same recording session, without even closing his DAW. Mark was in right after, adding his friendly fiddle solo as well as fiddle fills throughout. Being as the song is about him, Tez came along shortly after and added the tuneful intro and outro on his guitar. Then, as it was just about to sit for a while, Ken added his very tasteful, perfect drums to the mix, thus completing the rhythm section. 

  Before we put a bow on it, though, Stephen made it back from his week in the Colorado wilderness in time to add his magical banjo to the mix. Speaking of mixes, now it was time for one, and we turned it over to him, our in house pro, to do the honors.

  We all really enjoyed working on this one. It is an example of Eclectic Collective taking one of Carls songs and having our way with it. Always a team effort getting it over the line, but we always manage to do it. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Division Two Champs, '75
Small consolation for '74 cries
Fan wow land psyched
True Red Devil in this life

We fell to Leeds
Last Division 1
We had the Irish
Man, I followed them
McGrath didn't train
A different breed
Golden era
Boozed up greats as seed

Then, we mostly won
But still, these moments to memories shone
Keane's end at Juventus
His team's power won
Beast perseverance
2-3 semi so they march on

Teddy & Ole
Broken Bayern lines
Videos with no YouTube
In sport mad mind

Great from great, Cantona
Flying curve ball martial artist
Old Leeds leech
A la French finest

Man Utd before Glazier fud
Old Trafford dreams
Red Devil blood
A fan forever no matter loss
Good grinding Fergie
Our hairdryer boss

True Red Devil
Hughesy's volleys
Arsenal disheveled
Good Giggsy speed
End to end
Back of the net
Great teen we get
Front of our dreams

True Red Devil
Scars from Aguero
And Barce's better
New cycles please
We've been Malcolmed
Bought like shop
These greedy Glaziers fucking up
Our theatre of dreams

If only for Fergie time
We'd be doing just fine

True Red Devil - Eclectic Collective

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

Time for a Change-up to a recent New Classical Piano Improvisation that captures the light and refraction of the tones that come in and out of focus as the music flows.

May you enJOY.

© Gary Courtland-Miles  2025
℗  Gary Courtland-Miles  2025

Living Jewels *

Spirit (2025)

I posted the original track on SC many years ago. 
But just for fun I decided to post this alternative short electronic version 
Lyrics by Demelia Denton
Vocals and music Torbjørn
OCEAN'S EDGE

Receding waves
And dampened sand
Footsteps gone
No longer found

Walk upon
The Ocean's edge
Crashing, creeping
Waves intend

To wash away
And grind the sand
All Castles built
But waves rebound

Gone the Sun sting
Heat of day
Children on
The beach that played
Quiet now
As darkness creeps
Sinking sunset
Ocean meets

Sultry, still...
Soon breeze will cool
Absorbed by waves
Sand, Ocean mills

All the Castles
Washed away
Not a sign
Of children's play

Come the dawn
Another day
Artistic Castles
Eyes will gaze

Ocean`s Egde (lyrics Demelia Denton)

'imprvisioned' 
another sleepless night that led to something live on my phone.

I can't imagine a world without you,
so now I know exactly what you felt
when you watched your folks a-growin'
beyond ages unbeknown
and inevitably faced the card we're dealt.

That we all live for dyin'; always trumps our best at tryin'
to cheat aging through fad diets and regimes.
But, I'm no longer lyin' to myself, and quite compliant, 
with defiant habits that will soon kill me.

Because without being with them, I'll have lost all of their wisdom 
of which typically flew right over my head.
And I wish I could've listened and embraced their larger vision, yet now I'm just wishin' I was the one dead.


imprvisioned

Music by Dave Rose
St Oswald Church stands in a field on the old Hadrians Wall looking North across the Cheviot hills and beyond into Scotland. The Skies are dramatic at times and the weather can change quickly. The clouds roll across usually across from the West. It is a beautiful spot and a lovely little church. This is an attempt to capture Northumberland, Cumbria and The Scottish Borders with just a bit of church.

Cloudwatching at St Oswald Church

Cloudwatching at St Oswalds

Hello,
Here are some songs wot I wrote. Mostly recorded at home as a sort of one man band set up.
Sometimes other musicians play on the tunes too.

A little stroll on the mild side 🎧

"Dave was awarded 4th best tambourinist in his cul de sac whilst still only 37, he still plays tambourine today whilst his peers have abandoned tambourine. Think that speaks volumes to Dave's commitment to his music". (Big Hits Magazine}

I have a tendency to remove songs to tweak them and reload. Sometimes they never return 🤔

 thank you for listening.

Headphones recommended.