Enormous sensitivity in superb collaboration.

So very well thought and interpretated, beautiful.

Beautiful work David, Debra and Peter...the message beams out.

such exquisite playing and wonderful poem, awesome collaboration 😊👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Achingly beautiful music, allowing Peter's wonderful words their true life and substance.  Pure loveliness.

So honored to be in collaboration with 1234567890 (Peter) and Debra Buesking on this track that first started out as an instrumental lament in a Celtic style.   It is no overstatement to say that Peter is one of the finest lyricists/poets on the Cloud.  More of his music and poetry can be heard at soundcloud.com/user-264930040.  More of Debra's brilliant creativity and playing can be heard @debra_buesking.

"And so to this…a song of sorrows.
Impassive moods shimmer grey from misted hollow yesterdays,
Stolen for the bleak tomorrows strewn upon our stony ways.
In enfolded dusks we watch in thrall as snows upon the migrant fall.
A massing stream of human husks, a currency, tragic traffic monetized,
Laundered of their simplest dreams. Kindled fading hopes bestride
Whose futures market crashed it seems, for his sickly child beside.

But thence the Noel star aglow; sapphire blue flashing light of hope,
Above the seething forlorn lines is surely set to rise.
As if upon the migrant three we know, kings mimicking the trope.
Man meets man’s humanity in heartfelt care, lives to de-commoditise.

And when trafficker before the final audit bashful, fain appears,
Rancid cash in offshore banks o’erflowing billowed surplus well.
From credit to the debit side we glance, and see a soul in deep arrears;
The ledger to be set aside, replaced with first class trafficked seat to hell.

When the Virgin Mother’s tears ease at last of speared pain,
When satan’s armies’ magazines vast of vice are finally spent,
When welcome arms cross razor wires, compassions fall as softest rain.
Christian helping hands of hope aspired shall end this fair lament.
…and so to this…a song of hope.

And So to This  (1234567890; Poem and Narrator, Debra Buesking, Piano & Synth; David Dunham, Guitar)

Another guitar interlude from the stream of my consciousness : )
It is downloadable if anyone wants to add anything

Epi Centric (Acoustic Guitar Instrumental)

Dairv took this song to new heights...he made it his own.
Love his work
https://soundcloud.com/dairv-dubbleyew

10/February/2022

A Hand Full Of Toys/ Featuring Dairv Dubbleyew

Guitar: Marco Pisu @marco-pisu-511634437
Synth percussions (modular analogue): @houseofthejanas
Piano and all other synths: me

Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@susan_wilkinson?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Susan Wilkinson</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/velvet?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a>

Percussivo 164

Lunar Railroads - Σεληνιακοί Σιδηρόδρομοι

Words & Music E.Andrews copyright 2022

Recorded & Mixed @ Beach Hut 25 Studios By Lizzie Andrews

Lead Balloon

Another song wrote in lockdown and dug out from the files of my IPhone . This is a tribute to the hard work of a young family member who worked flat out through the pandemic as a nurse. God bless her
Another version also is on my cloud with Jeff Roberts but  this one is the original.

Angels Without Wings (3- Acoustic Sky Session’s)

21/November/2022

I Wonder About Everything And You

This piece is based on the following:  I have long wondered at the percentage of "ambient" sound we suppress: infrastructure noises; highway traffic; fog horns; etc. etc.  That leads me to ponder the cost, if any, of utilizing a portion of our "energy" to continually suppress such sounds.   Finally, that in liberating and "redeeming" said disregarded, suppressed sounds, one can experience beauty and musicality.  This piece was made by my carrying a handheld digital recorder and perambulating a wide swath of my home neighborhood.   Moving through inhabited, to graveyard district industrial, to waterfront, underpass, basketball (that's the ghost of John Cage shooting hoops).  The buildings hum and the birds sing counterpoint.  I have managed, thus far, to suppress an overwhelming urge to start caressing, folding, manipulating, pounding these sounds into something else.  As they stand, however, many of them would be worthy of any electronic ambient composition and I wanted to present them in their natural glory.  Hence, while doing a minimal amount of trimming, snipping and constructing a coherence to the piece, I stayed away from reverb, looping, delay, compressor etc. etc.

A couple of things:  Some of the sounds are church services that I passed by.  I don't know the churches or the singers but I found them to be exceedingly beautiful and of great meaning to me.  It is with profound respect that I offer my thanks.  Similarly, I don't know who took the picture...it looked cool and appropriate, however.  Thank you!  

Hope you enjoy!!

Church of Disregard (How Sweet the Strawberry Mix)

The Fog In My Head

O
Got out too far ahead cause 
can’t help myself 
saw an angle and I slid in
I’m a natural 

Got the scent deep in my throat 
the sticky end of health 
the sweet debris
that captures me 
observe my deadly stealth 
I am the prayer
the hope 
Yea 
I Got out too far ahead cause 
can’t help myself 
saw an angle and I slid in
I’m a natural 

In the thicket on the jagged slope 
in the icy water 
this hunger in my belly
this ‘high’ running in my blood 
it’s a thing that I’ve grown to love
Yea 
an answer to a prayer 
it’s the hope a design undreamed of

Won’t you listen as I wail and cry
a victim of what’s driven 
broken on the jagged slope 
smashed and gored and
Ribboned 
O
Got out too far ahead cause 
can’t help myself 
saw an angle and I slid in
I was a natural

Sweet Debris (amped)

I am a finger-style guitarist living on the Texas high plains.  At the core of my music is melody that is inspired and informed by my Christian faith, family, friends, and countless influences through the years from the great composers, to jazz, folk, rock, Latin, Celtic, and the many fine musicians I have come to love on the Cloud, some I have been privileged to collaborate with.  Thanks for stopping by to have a listen. Comments are always welcome. Feel free to click on the picture of any track to learn more about it.

And So to This (1234567890; Poem and Narrator, Debra Buesking, Piano & Synth; David Dunham, Guitar)

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