Love the transition from synth to acoustic dynamic and your uniquely one of a kind sound David!  A needed anthem for the times, hope the dream can become reality!

great sonics and visuals - an upbeat anthem - dig your optimism in what I consider a darkening period....

Great message and so well produced. This will be in my head all day

I love how the sound design (which is superb  by the way) led you to the train theme for the song, a perfect melding of melody and effects - fantastic song Dave!

Great song Dave... the synth rock and acoustic/vocal is cool to listen to... liking the train metaphor of peace, love and understanding.

We all should write a train song in our careers....a bonus when it actually sounds like a train.  Good song David.  Love those crowd shouts - Hey!....great technique.

Here you can listen to the original version: https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/welcome-back-for-more

(Verse1)
Centered and focused, we all have a purpose
Always on the cutting edge, No need to unload us, alert us
Deep in the culture, we’re ultra Tight 
We dance, sing and write, getting ultra hyped 
Any size color or creative, no stereotype 
Bytes don’t hurt, but a keystroke can bury you 
Exchange what you learn, that’s a type stereo
Tight stereo, check another scenario 
That knowledge base that leaves a taste 
What’s a cook up? 
 
(Chorus)  
Welcome back for more, Got a taste for the flavor
well come back for more, and a flavor for the taste
Champions of the underground setting the pace
Welcome back for more, Got a taste for the flavor
well come back for more, and a flavor for the taste
Champions of the underground setting the pace

(Verse2) 
Listen very carefully, as I report the score 
ones and zeros, all built for war 
Computer Bass, ——stereo image tracks, cut and paste
Making music like we do, stand alone or with your crew
The collective few can’t refuse the flavor
Of our music with a slightly different taste 
Easy does it all the way, there’s never a rush 
Never haste, come correct and flavor to taste
A chef never worries about making mistakes

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
Making music dropping rhymes 
we’re in session all the time 
all the ingredients —thrown in the pot
Anytime theres a session you’ve got a cook-up 
that’s how we do it—-legends world renowned 
tight stereo in session, ———
champions of the underground—-
champions of the underground
Adlib

Welcome Back For More Vox 93 BPM

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...


La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui ronge

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide (help!)
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs là qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui

Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées

La tendresse des coups (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue se brisent en silence...
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I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...

Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away

And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death

lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly

And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death

the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one

who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death

kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions

The tenderness of blows

I can't let them reach that mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

With things so bleak and frightening at the moment, I thought a wee fun country number might bring a smile or two, for a moment anyway.
For the lovely Finse, Happy Birthday my dear! <3
Music, Lyrics, Vocals, Guitar, and Harmonica - Lizzie Taypen
Cover painting - Lizzie Pentland

Them Hitchin Angels

Proud to announce my first collaboration with folk string artist extraordinaire Don Jennings.  Don establishes the feel of the song with his strong rhythm strumming--almost the feel of a Celtic stomp, trying to get the mud off one's boots, but allows me plenty of space for my Requinto guitar that sounds a little like a mandolin in the center-left channel.  It is fun music, at least until you have to get the mud off your own boots;)  Hear more of Don's truly fine acoustic artistry @https://soundcloud.com/user-399104119

The Muddy March (Don Jennings; acoustic guitar, David; Requinto guitar)

This is what it feels like when the third eye bursts open. The textures, the pulse, the primal tension—absolutely captivating. A spiritual cyber-ritual in audio form.
(Still fine-tuning the tags for this track — apologies if it pops up in unexpected genres! 😅 Thanks for listening!)

Awakening dormant instincts (New Edit)

Tim Elliot and I are delighted to offer you our latest Creation as (the harmonic,  electric One Mic- One Take power-duo) Shekinah Fire * 

As we Let Go in the moment... and improvised this Tone Poem using only Tim's Custom Atilla Guitar and my Kawai ES7 Stage Piano, the Solar Winds definitely seemed as if they were blowing thru our instruments... releasing sounds of passion, glory, and the occasional Solar Storm. 

But we'll leave it up to your Ears and Imagination to envision it. 

Again, this is an improvised electric Symphonic Composition of 7 Movements... born of our letting go of any pre-planned design, depending only upon Deep Listening and where the Music was leading us.

We can also promise you that if you stay with the unfolding flow there will be continual 'flowerings' as it radiates outwards and reveals itSelf. 

May you let Go... and enJOY!

© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 -2025
℗  Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 -2025

The Photo of our Sun is courtesy of NASA's Solar Observatory Satellite,
as it captured one of the largest Solar Flare and Coronal Mass Ejections (CME) in October 2022.

Solar Flares & Cosmic Blessings *

Indie pop with a pulse. “Train’s Comin” is a synth-driven, emotionally charged ride from music producer and songwriter David Husted, a growing artist known for crafting introspective soundscapes from his home studio. With shimmering textures, poetic tension, and a hook that lingers, this track explores the uneasy hope of peace, love, and understanding in a restless world. For fans of heartfelt synth indie-alternative with atmosphere, meaning, and momentum.

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My new song Train's Comin' was just released!!  

It is hard to keep hope alive in these difficult times but I think that is what Train's Comin' is about. 

The song Peace, Love and Understanding was originally made famous and performed by Elvis Costello and the Attractions. I love performing this song not just because it is a blast to play but also because of the simple, straight-forward weight of the phrase Peace, Love and Understanding that lands so nice and clean. It fills the heart with something good in the moment of shouting it. 

Peace, Love and Understanding was written during a time of political turmoil and social unrest in the UK. It was meant to be a satirical yet earnest commentary on the era’s cynicism toward peace movements. Despite its hopeful message, Nick Lowe wrote it with a certain irony, asking why ideals like peace, love, and understanding were treated as naïve or laughable.

Elvis Costello’s interpretation transformed the song into a new wave anthem. His intense vocal delivery and the Attractions’ urgent instrumentation gave it a biting edge. This version became iconic, resonating with the late-’70s mood of disillusionment mixed with a yearning for hope.

So, Dave, why the deeper dive into this particular song? 
The phrase Peace, Love and Understanding emerged as a plea and a shout in my own latest song. 

You can find out more about my song development for Train's Comin' in my journal here.

Much Peace, Love and Understanding my friends.

Sincerely

Dave

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The title for Train's Comin' emerged out of copious amounts of train like sound design rhythmic effects laced through-out the song. In other words, I think the instrumentation and sound design led me to the Train. The bridge: this was a separate idea which I plunged in to the song like a red hot iron plunged in to the fire. Why did I add this? Just Because I felt like it. I had such fun creating it that I did not want to lose it forever AND I noted the synth pre-set called New Order Pulses had a vague sound of surreal train horns blasting through a psychic underworld or something along those lines ; ).

Thank You Nick Lowe and Elvis Costello for the lyrical inspiration of Peace Love and Understanding shouted throughout the song.  

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Lyrics

Trains Comin' 
by David Husted

V1
You better wake me up
This dream's filling me with hope
That's not a sentiment…
I know how to deal with
 
And then you lay me down
These cold rails on the ground
is that a train coming?
Or a trembling in my head?

ch
You better wake me up
I am a deep, deep love 
I'm this train coming
With track leading to your heart

And then there's peace, 
and then there's love, 
and then there's understanding

You better wake me up
I am a deep, deep love 
I'm this train coming
With track leading to your heart

[bridge]

ch
And then there's peace, 
and then there's love, a
and then there's understanding

You better wake me up
I am a deep, deep love 
I'm this train coming
With track leading to your heart

Train's Comin'

The Station

slide with me

Smoke & Mirrors

Goodness in you

You are
My destiny

Our love
Is like a massive tree
That slowly grows
And branches into
The clear blue sky

My deepest desire
Is that you be free
To express your innermost soul
Which floats and flutters
Like a rainbow-soaked butterfly
Whose beauty brings tears of astonishment
To my eternally grateful eyes

If You Felt The Soft Caress Of A Whisper In Your Ears This Morning Know That It Was I

Visit davidhusted.com to encounter my music in a deeper way.

Deep bow of gratitude to you for giving my music a listen, for liking, for commenting and/or for sharing when any given song resonates with you.  You help create a community that lifts music out of the nooks and crannies and allows it to be heard a little bit more than it otherwise might have been.  Thank You sincerely for that. Gratias tibi ago; Pax!

I love to create music.  It is really that simple.  

Dave

Train's Comin'

David Husted

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