Welcome to our 2024 summer song series exploring human development from cave dwelling, to the shadow of nuclear destruction, to a hopeful vision of shared peace and prosperity. If we work together, we can solve most things if we talk. 
Our international band in this series:
With Soundcloud's most beautiful voice: Oddrun Eikli - @oddrun-eikli
Acoustic guitars: David Dunham - @david-dunhamuser589535203
Our outstanding poet & songwriter: Peter - soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Our inspired producer, composer, compilation, and mix master: Seagull - @farout-music-studio

A Shared Horizon, We Solve Most Things If We Talk (Seagull, Oddrun, Peter, David)

My tribute to the artists whose music has touched me the most, even my own stuff:) This will be an evolving list.

All-time Favorites--Songs That Never Fail to Move Me.

Made home from my 10 day road trip...way behind on my music.

Monday Playlist week of 8/5/2024

Related tracks: sheep_cloud(ひつじ雲)

Related tracks: Flying Higher, Gene Jumper, ( cover song )

Based around an acoustic riff, the song is about how a wave can be the start, or the end of something, and maybe a chance to start again. Produced by Shael Wrinch at Stone Hill studios on Bowen Island, B.C. Chris Herbsen on vocals, Shael doing harmonies and more of that great slide guitar. 
Lyrics:
She waved to say hello, she waves to say goodbye
She left a scent of faint perfume, and clouds in a sunny sky.
Coffee stains and magazines, and a space where she used to lie.
We're livin' here on shifting sands and we're left to wonder why.

I could have stared for hours and hours
at footprints in the sand
It took a wave beyond my powers
to help me understand 
that life come in waves.

Children's laughter fills the room. I hear her laugh and sing.
Faces stored in a picture frame can't beat the real thing.
What's been lost and what's been found, and what we hope to gain
is all that matters in the end, not teardrops in the rain.

I could have stared...

The Tequila Monday Project

Life Comes in Waves

A rainy-day-melancholy sort of piano piece.

Many thanks go to David Dunham for mastering my track. You can hear his beautiful guitar music @david-dunhamuser589535203
https://www.sheetmusicplus.com/title/waiting-at-my-window-digital-sheet-music/22554409

Waiting at my Window

Le plaisir de partager quelques moments de complicité et la preuve que l'amitié musicale n'a pas de frontières ....
Voix de Clara Sorace.

Avec la participation pour m'accompagner dans cette aventure :
- David Dunham d'Amarillo Texas - Etats-Unis.
A la guitare acoustique, que vous pouvez découvrir ou redécouvrir ici :
@david-dunhamuser589535203

- Seagull de Stockholm - Suède
Solo E.Guitar, que vous pouvez également découvrir ou redécouvrir ici :
@farout-music-studio

Je les remercie pour leur spontanéité, leur gentillesse et leur talent.

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The pleasure of sharing a few moments of complicity and a proof that musical friendship has no boundaries ....
Voice by Clara Sorace.

With the participation to accompany me in this adventure:
- David Dunham from Amarillo Texas - United States.
 On acoustic guitar, that you can discover or re-discover here:
https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

 - Seagull from Stockholm - Sweden 
Solo E.Guitar, which you can also discover or re-discover here:
https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

I thank them for their spontaneity, their kindness, and their talent.

After The Rain .... With Clara - David Dunham - Seagull

Flying Higher, Gene Jumper, ( cover song )

We begin our new song series "A Shared Horizon--We Solve Most Things If We Talk". 
Have you ever thought about humanity and its so-called progress and development through all the millennia on our fantastic little globe, floating on its spiral path around our sun, in the infinity around us. 
Our little "international band" did that for a period of time, and our conversations and thoughts gave birth to music and lyrics. And this music and lyrics became a little story, in 5 parts, which we want to share with you all by publishing a part of the story every week. 
So we wish you all a pleasant experience and listening as you journey with us these next few weeks:)  First song of the series: "Ancient Man, Calm Stream"
Many thousands of years ago, our ancestors lived here on our little globe. Did they have any idea of the future..... and if so what was "future" for them? "Tomorrow, next week, or next year?" Did they even have a word for future? Or was life exclusively about developing and expanding the group and getting food for the day? Or did they, too, have other goals and meaning with their lives?

Lyrics and vocals: Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, Mix and Production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
Spoken word/lyric:
I have no words, just thoughts, like these
Of primal cravings, fears and needs.
My leathered skin, yet young, seems older
Browned and cracked I shiver colder
Depicting beasts muralled large within my cave,
Their fatty flesh my empty gut to crave.

Bursting fires from the frozen mountain thread
And weave and belch and burn and spit of ochres red.
The very poison whence my paintbox palette grows
'Neath the toxic gases twixt congealing lava flows.
In these extremes we live, but few, the young into
the perma-sleep will often fall
And not so old, our eldest ageing too, follow close
upon the darkest terror's call.

Meat and heat is all I need,
Stone and bone, all I own.
Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
Cleanse it in the calming stream.

Strip the skin, spit the pips,
Moisturize the burning lips.
Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
Cleanse it in the calming stream.

We who thought, conversed, composed and collaborated around this musical journey are;
Soundcloud's most beautiful voice: Oddrun Eikli - @oddrun-eikli
Our fine acoustic guitarist: David Dunham - @david-dunhamuser589535203
Our outstanding poet & songwriter: Peter - soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Producer, composer, compilation, our gifted and visionary mix-master: Seagull - @farout-music-studio

Ancient Man, Calm Stream (Seagull; synths, Peter; spoken word and vocals)

The second song in our summer series; "A Shared Horizon..." takes us from the bare existence of cave dwelling and primitive art; to tribal society, city/state, and advancing civilization. But it has its pitfalls. Just as basic moral values are amplified for the good of society, there lurks in the shadows a growing evil of greed and lust for power, often by the very leaders placed in power.  It would become for mankind "the best of times and the worst of times".
A huge thank you again to Seagull and Peter for their vision, creativity, and production expertise in making this series possible:) 
Oddrun;
Lead us on
To a golden dawn
A warming place
Of hope’s embrace
David;
And lo! Established as it was, the platform of our species from caved ashes so to rise
Though needs of leaders quite because of traits depraved that good Gods may despise.
But why in aeons’ sequence led you must as always to the route of social harms?
We placed therein our sacred trust of democratic fruits within your grasping scaly palms.
Each brave insanity’s crooked generation of your leadership has truly failed.
As the slave galley of humanity to the devil’s veneration unto hellish waters duly sailed.
Oddrun;
Save us now
Help us breathe somehow
You sate your greed
While our future bleeds
David;
On every front we count your preachers labouring ‘neath our own travails,
Freedoms, equity, justice, truth, each our moral sense assails,
Education, nurtured health and social care just as with security, were never profit counted there,
All ghosted children’s wealth stolen with impunity whilst you, despotic, thrive on bountied fare.
No plans for the good, the safe and caring, where parental ties ever fearful, are left despairing.
For every future you have raped, baring lies bequeathed upon the tearful bible of your swearing.
Oddrun;
Buried alive
‘Neath your craven lies
Your cataract eyes
The blinding fog of our demise
David;
And now the circle is complete on its infinity of broken planal points,
As to the murk we fall replete, a trinity of cloven hooves profanely to anoint.
And yet, as poverty defines this shrine, wherein within, there’s naught that’s mine,
Not even of old bone and stone, or painted ochre fine
But whilst my furry forebears appreciated well, all that on their back was theirs.
I smell the consequence that all your works regressive lack, for we, the caveman’s heirs.
Music & Narration; Our fine guitarist; David, @david-dunhamuser589535203
Vocals; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, @oddrun-eikli
Lyrics; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Compilation, Mix and Production; Our gifted Seagull, @farout-music-studio

Developing Man (Seagull; synths, Oddrun; vocals, Peter; lyric/poetry, David; guitars, narration)

The third song in our summer series "We Solve Most Things If We Talk" examines the so-called progress of modern man. Are humanity's societies and social structures built over centuries really for everyone? Or only for groups of self-selected members?
Unfortunately, it is clear that large parts of humanity, during the course of our collective journey, again and again, ended up by the side of the road.  And what is the difference between the man in the stone cave and the modern man in his cardboard box or concrete conduit/cave?  We can't help but get the feeling that the man in the stone cave was somehow happier and more satisfied with his situation; it is all he knew.  The homeless (for whatever reason) know better...and hope for better.

Music & Lyric; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
With his high-string guitar; David Dunham, @david-dunhamuser589535203 
Thank you Seagull and Peter for letting me share this painful and poignant vision with you.

Modern Man:

I shuffle to, in my dripping cardboard palace,
Introspect on what the mental mind of evening brings.
The muffled dealer with his clingfilm-wrapped tripping malice
Prospects his kindly rental of the used syringe.

My box of brokenness shadowed by a higher human soul where lumens dare not tread
Detox wrapped in hollow stories still untold that crucify the thoughts within my head.
Needle patterns deathly blue upon my inner arm profess of no tattoo,
But of the crystal meth, whose harm, distressed, for me a living lie holds true.

Woven flaws, tangled webs of sins and hopes, regret a past mis-spent of futures told
Proven cause reflected in the ancients, whose tropes my nights now represent from days of old
Nothing that all of history built can yet detect the progress dial shifted
Nor the deeds nor the strength nor the intellect with which this vile human head was gifted

And within our minor symphonic demise, against which burning cold I close my eyes
All sin and crass politic lies now clear unfold, presenting no surprise that’s evident
I clock the days with callow patience as light defrays and my hopes relent
Futility and contradiction, sallowed latent time displays my childhood benediction rent asunder

Amid the sweet fair calling thunder of the ghosts of every child as yet unborn
There to meet me, falling at the hanging post, tempered mild, await my passing, so to mourn.

Modern Man (Peter; guitar, vocal, Seagull; synths, David; guitar

The fourth song of our summer series "We Can Solve Most Things If We Talk" is a hymn to Hope.  It is the enduring attribute of mankind to be able to think beyond the most painful circumstances and imagine a better life and a better world.  Peter is not just a fine writer of melody and lyrics, but a very able and eloquent guitarist and vocalist.  Oddrun graces this song with her angelic voice as if she were Hope itself, and in duet they give the song wings.  Seagull's synths, bass, and mix are ever sure and seamless, a true labor of love.
Music, Lyrics, Guitars & Vocals; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Vocals; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, @oddrun-eikli
Compilation and mix by visionary producer; Seagull, @farout-music-studio

Will you Raise Your Right Hand?

Peter
Can you number the circle’s rim, each point on a list?
Enumerate the air, simply cupping of your hands
Freedom lantern’s falling dim in honesty’s fading mist
But will you raise your right hand, when hope makes its stand?

Oddrun
Can you census the clouds, in a ledger of the sky
Set out in a single line each and every grain of sand
When the despot weaves his thieving lies will you stand idly by
Or will you raise your right hand, when hope makes its stand?

Peter & Oddrun
Can you audit every atom, in a volume for the shelf
Each uniquely named, indexed on demand
Does the mirror only fathom, a shallow of your self
Or will you raise your right hand, when hope makes its stand?

Oddrun & Peter
Can you detail every shimmered light on a canvas of the stars
A snapshot of the cosmos as at light speed it expands
Will you document but passive shame in the volumes of your pale memoirs
Or will you raise your right hand, when hope makes its stand?

Oddrun & Peter
Can you hoist the flag of humankind above the crass material world
Crush the armies of greed, their legions to disband
When the shining banner of grace is finally unfurled
Did you raise your right hand, when hope made its stand?

Hopeful Man--Will You Raise Your Right Hand (Peter, Oddrun, and Seagull)

I don't normally do covers , but i had to get this out of my system . One of my all time fav songs by the late great Liam Reilly of Bagatelle fame , this is my tribute to a wonderful and talented singer songwriter , hope you like my version of this great song !
Wonderful memories of when I lived there .

Summer in Dublin

Summer In Dublin

We conclude our Summer Series on a hopeful note and a glimpse into the future.  Mankind has finally found that it can accept the differences that divide us, share the bounty between us, and become a vast community governed by faith, hope, and love. How did such a thing come about?  We collectively took a step back from the brink of self-annihilation by realizing "we solve most things if we talk".  
Ironically, this was the most complex song of the five to put together,  We all had an idea of how we wanted it to turn out, and thanks to Seagull and a lot of talking between us behind the scenes, we came to consensus and a final version.  Our little band is proof "we can solve most things if we talk":)  It has been an honor to work with each of you: 
Music composition, 1st guitar (center), bass, synths, mix and production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
Right & Left Guitar; Our wonderful guitarist; David, @david-dunhamuser589535203
Lyrics & Vocals; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Vocals and harmonies; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, @oddrun-eikli
And the key phrase at the end; The lovely little Finley, 7 years old.

We Solve Most Things If We Talk

Summer rain finds my face, splashing through my smile
Thunder rumbles fall away, storm is phasing through
Peace of mind is on the case, misery is in denial,
Yesterday’s squally day, tomorrow’s skies are azure blue.

Dreams of history’s tension gladly start to ease
Gripping claws of lunacy finally shun the past
Seems things turned out badly for hunger and disease
Slipping towards unity, laying down the guns at last.

Call my neighbour as my friend, our meanings line as one
Colour, gods and politics accepted as they are
Mutualities to defend no conflict clouds our shining sun
Consideration and respect, a communal repertoire

Mother Mary called today
Handed me a flower stalk
Kissed my worries clean away
We solve most things if we talk.

Need as might we understand equality’s a bed of lies
Celebrate uniqueness as a cast of human thread
Day and night, hand in hand, no polity compromise
Learning from our weakness past, focused on the light ahead.

Mother Mary spoke today
Led me on a learning walk
Eased my troubles on the way
We solve most things if we talk.

Mother Mary sang today
Left me with a simple thought
The wisest heads will simply say
We solve most things if we talk.
"We Solve Most Things If We Talk"

Contented Man (Seagull, Oddrun, Peter, David)

Original Lyrics that inspired Glen by Tony Harris
Vocals, Music and Mix by Glen Granthem

HE GREW UP IN THE SOUTH IN THE 1920'S
WHEN WORK WAS HARD TO FIND
A YOUNG MAN IN HIS THIRTY'S
NO STRANGER TO THE DAILY GRIND

BACK IN THOSE DAYS OF OLD
MOST OF THE WELLS WERE DUG BY HAND
WATER WAS WORTH IT'S WEIGHT IN GOLD
AND VERY IMPORTANT WHEN BUYIN' LAND

TO EARN EXTRA MONEY DURING HARD TIMES
HE DECIDED TO START DIGGIN' WELLS BY HAND
KNOWIN' IT WAS HARD WORK AND LONG HOURS
IT WAS GOIN' TO BE HIS SHORT TERM PLAN

(CHORUS)
AFTER DIGGIN' SEVERAL  WELLS BY HAND
THEY STARTED LAUGHTIN' AT THE YOUNG MAN
HIS WELL DIGGIN' REPUTATION WAS A JOKE
HE COULDN'T HIT WATER IF HE FELL OUT OF THE BOAT
HE COULDN'T HIT WATER IF HE FELL OUT OF THE BOAT

HE HAD NEVER HEARD OF WELL WATER WITCHIN'
YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHERE THE WATER IS LOCATED
BEFORE YOU PICK UP A SHOVEL AND START DIGGIN'
IF YOUR GONNA BE A DEVOTED WELL DIGGER

HE NEVER TOOK THE TIME TO DO ANY RESEARCH
JUST PURCHASED HIS TOOLS AND STARTED DIGGIN'
WOUND UP BEING A WELL DIGGIN' JOKE
THAT COULDN'T HIT WATER IF HE FELL OUT OF THE BOAT

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(GUITAR SOLO)

(REPEAT CHORUS AND OUT)

2024 © Lyrics by Tony Harris

He couldn't hit Water if he fell out of the Boat -  Collab by Tony & Glenny G's One Man Band

Lyrics;
Aliens or Angels
Art Bell on the air one night
Said something streaked across the sky
So I searched the stars before morning light
In hope a spaceship would fly by

Watching what's been televised
Hey, are they watching me?
From some dimension as yet unknown
Beyond our technology

Are there Angels down from Heaven
That look out for our soul
Or aliens from outerspace
Who wait to take control

There's a limit to my vision
I'm only flesh and bone
I search for something out there
For some great unknown

Are they here now only waiting
for some fateful day
To show themselves in their true form
In some congenial way

Could eyes out in the universe
See this speck of dust
Orbiting a yellow star
Is someone watching us?

Are there Angels down from Heaven
That look out for our soul
Or aliens from outerspace
Who wait to take control

There's a limit to our vision
We're only flesh and bone
Are there Aliens or Angels
Or are we all alone

George Noory on the air tonight
Speaks of fire in the sky
I search the stars before  morning light
And pray that spaceships will fly by

Aliens Or Angels

It's time to wake up! This song should be a wake-up call to anyone who feels trapped in a period of uncertainty or doubt. This track is to remind you that there is always hope, even if the world sometimes seems bleak. 'Wake Up' wants to motivate you to step out of the shadows, find your energy and move forward full of drive. Let the beats carry you and feel the power of new beginnings! 

DAW Cubase
Halion Sonic 7
Groove Agent SE
Retrologue 2
Padshop 2
Colors LoFi Tapes
Novel Piano
Verve
Transverse
Hybrid Hit
X-Stream
CRE8 Wave Engine
Navia Harp
Evo Elysium
Kontakt Etheral Earth
Habitat by Domink Eulberg
Iconica Sketch
Ocular Sounds

100 bpm

Picture by Merlin Lightpainting on Pixabay

wake up

have a great day

■概要(Overview)
窓を開けたら秋の風が入ってきた。見上げるとあの頃と似た空。
遠くから少年野球の声がする。
・・そんな感じの曲です。
---------
リバーブ多めな感じになりました。へへ・・。
ピアノは無謀にもアドリブにチャレンジだ！(少しだけ)
う～ん、もっと練習しなさい！(と自分に言う)

I opened the window and the autumn wind blew in. Looking up, the sky was similar to the old days.
I could hear the sounds of little league baseball from afar.
This song has that kind of feel.
---------
It has a lot of reverb now. Hehe...
I'm going to recklessly try improvising on the piano!(Just a little)
Hmm, practice more! (I tell myself)

■歌詞
「ひつじ雲」

窓を開けて風が通り抜けていく
グラウンドでは子供たちの声がした
太陽はそこにいるだけ

あの頃にもしも戻れるのならば
懐かしい人たちに会いたい
聞けなかったこと　飲み込んだ言葉
伝えられる気がするから

迷いの中　手探りの中
過ぎてゆくだけの日々かもしれない
だけど　いつも　この世界は
輝いていたんだね

ひつじ雲が浮かんでいる
青空が少し見える
遠くまで来てしまったみたい
あの頃と似てる空
二度と戻れない日々
私の思い出

「あの頃」と思う時がくるなんて
手にするばかりの「今」ではなく
こぼれ落ちたもの　旅立った人も
永遠だと思っていた

未来のため　歩き続けて
たどり着く頃は　何が残るのか
こぼれ　欠けて　この世界は
輝いているんだね

ひつじ雲が浮かんでいる
青空が少し見える
遠くまで来てしまったみたい
あの頃と似てる空
かけがえのない今日を
抱きしめていたい

■Lyrics (Google translation)
"Sheep cloud"

When I opened the window, the wind blew through
I heard children's voices on the ground.
the sun is just there

If I could go back to those days
I want to meet nostalgic people
Things I couldn't ask, words I swallowed
I feel like I can convey them

In doubt, in groping
Maybe the days just pass by
But this world is always
It was shining

A sheep cloud is floating
I can see a little bit of the blue sky
It seems like I've come a long way
A sky similar to those days
Days that can never return
my memories

I never thought there would come a time when I would think of ``that time''
Things that have fallen, people who have departed
I thought it was forever

What will remain after continuing to walk toward the future?
This world continues to shine even as it continues to fall and chip away.

A sheep cloud is floating
I can see a little bit of the blue sky
It seems like I've come a long way
A sky similar to those days
I want to embrace this irreplaceable day

sheep_cloud(ひつじ雲)

Purple Heart Daisies

Ivory Tower Syndrome

We are pleased to present track  5 from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/haunting-one-seven

Haunting One Seven

Commanders Of The Future

Reflections on like, growing old, a little sad, but I think we all share emotions of good and bad times.

I Don,t Like Tomorrow Today

Many thanks to Eddie Harrison for his work on this new love song. Eddie gave it that 60's feel that I love.  (BMI)

Do You Know (Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Eddie Harrison) Original

Halfway Between Here and New Orleans © 
Original - Riff Beach ( RiffWerx - 2016 )
Lady Luck…..
Well, she left me out in Reno
Just one more throw
Before the red-eye home
You know I just wanna’ hop a streetcar
Or, maybe, take a shiny limousine
I’m so tired of being crammed into airplanes
That kinda’ travel just leaves me feeling mean
(Chorus)
Well, there’s sure something in living sunrise to sunset…..
But, I’m not sure exactly what it means?
And, just some thoughts on my way back to you
Halfway - between here - and New Orleans
Remember that time down on Decatur
Or, when we first met on Magazine?
We knew that sooner  - or - later
We’d end up halfway between here….
…..and New Orleans
And somewhere over the Mighty Mississippi
You know you’re right there in all my dreams
All the time we’ll spend together
Halfway between Here…. and ….. New Orleans

Sunny Beaches

Halfway Between Here and New Orleans 

Not really an etude in proper musical sense....it has more to do with a story behind it...:)

Composed, arranged, performed and produced by:
Leon Pajer

orlando51music © 2024

Etude For Nevi

Le Passager (concerto du confinement 1 mvt)

Glen Granthem does his best to keep up the speed  of the lyrics and lead guitar to an american treasure...

Hot Rod Lincoln (Commander Cody) TRIBUTE COVER

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.