Absolutely gorgeous.  Splendid collaboration with impressive performances by all.  Bravo.

A superb forth part of the Summer Series....perfect in very way and an absolute joy to listen to.

Beautiful, positive, and reflective.  Hope.

I love this track because it weaves a tender tale of yearning and promise. The gentle embrace of the acoustic guitar and the soft, soulful vocals create a delicate dance of hope and emotion. A beautiful reminder that even in the quietest moments, there is a profound power in a simple gesture of connection.❤️

A new original song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cc3LUESlVoY
Any visits to my YouTube video will be much appreciated .....
Thanks
Richard :)

Storm Light

This was unavoidable for me.  Politics aside, I think we can all agree that the mounting innocent victims of global conflict are a tragedy beyond measure.  These casualties should not be ignored as we sit in the comforts of our cushy little lives.


All rights reserved 6/6/2024

So far away 
It rumbles Iike a thundercloud
Eyes to the sky
Illuminated all around

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

The smoke in your eyes
Does not mask the tragedy…
don’t mind the flies
Images in front of me…

Temperatures rising
In the towns 
And over the fields
So many dying
And for what
I do not believe….

Moonlight and shadows
Paint the town
In shades so disarming..
the look in their eyes…
never to see the next morning 

Calling your name
In the pile of rubble under me…
I don’t here a sound
The silence is so deafening…

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

Missiles are raining
From the sky
It’s never ending…
mothers are wailing
like a choir
the tears they are sending

Six thousand miles 
Isn’t really far away…

Awaiting A World

Texte Français et Google traduction
ELLE AVANCE DOUCEMENT

Marquées sur le visage
Des traces de souffrances
Un mal bien avant l'âge
Pourquoi ce manque de chance
Que dire d'un accident
Un mauvais coup du sort
La perte d'un enfant
Parti si vite et mort

Dans toutes ses blessures
Qui l'on marquées à vie
Nombreuses autres brûlures
Lui prennent le cœur aussi
L'absence d'amour
Qu'elle n'a pas accepté
Depuis ce triste jour
Quand lui, il a quitté

Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

Elle se refait une vie
Toute simple et ordinaire
Dans ses pensées aussi
C'est une douce mère
Mais là-haut bat son cœur
Elle n'oubliera jamais
Mauvais jour de malheur 
Fait de mal et regrets

Elle reste à exister
Et toujours comme elle peut
Essayant d'avancer
En faisant de son mieux
Car ses autres petits
Qui eux n'ont rien à voir
Font aussi toute sa vie
Et mérite ses regards
 
Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

Elle se fait vivre ainsi
Malgré toutes ses traces
Et attend qu'aujourd'hui
Que le malheur s'efface
Doucement dans sa tête
Pour reprendre un chemin
Et revivre peut être
Ne voyant que demain

Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

SHE MOVES SLOWLY
Marked on the face
Traces of suffering
An illness well before its time
Why this lack of luck
What to say about an accident
A bad twist of fate
The loss of a child
Gone so quickly and dead

In all his wounds
Who marked them for life
Numerous other burns
Take his heart too
The absence of love
That she didn't accept
Since that sad day
When he left

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

She's making a new life
Very simple and ordinary
In his thoughts too
She's a sweet mother
But up there beats his heart
She will never forget
Bad day of misfortune
Hurts and regrets

She remains to exist
And always as she can
Trying to move forward
Doing your best
Because his other little ones
Who they have nothing to do with
Also do all his life
And deserves his looks

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

She makes herself live like this
Despite all its traces
And wait until today
May the misfortune fade away
Softly in his head
To get back on a path
And maybe live again
Seeing only tomorrow

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

ELLE AVANCE DOUCEMENT

Saw you walking last week
Down a stale local street
And the colours, they all fade away,
As we step through this dance of dissolving

My friend is beginning to melt
All her edges beginning to fade
All the lines on her face become cages
Tied up with all the nooses she has laid

I called out, but she can’t hear through the changes
All the ways that she has chosen now to be
Pulled aside the warp and weft, a little bit bereft
Like a fleeting streetlight trembling out to sea

Saw you walking last week
Down a stale local street
And the colours, they all fade away,
As we step through this dance of dissolving 

A tangle of matchsticks combs her hair
Just a woman who is never really there,
In a melting dream of someone, watch the edges drift apart
All out to sea…


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Written sung made and played by Emma

All out to sea...

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)

A fascinating story that inspired me to write the lyrics to this track.
Who’s Next !

THE 27 CLUB has become one of the most elusive and remarkably tragic coincidences in rock & roll history. The term became widely known after Kurt Cobain’s death in 1994, with rock fans connecting his age to that of Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Brian Jones and Jimi Hendrix – though it was notable to fans in the early 1970s when those four visionaries died within just two years of each other. When Amy Winehouse passed away at age 27 in 2011, it attracted even more attention to the significance of the age. While the club has been largely connected to musicians, it has expanded since, as many young actors and artists have lost their lives due to everything from addiction to suicide to freak accidents. The unfortunate and untimely losses are connected to the 27club.

Club27

V1
We are just a product of our Own
Environment
From where we go  to who we invent 
Mother told him  please don’t join that stupid club 
Don’t wanna be a casualty and end up misunderstood
He said no I wanna be were  the spotlight on me 
I’ve got the minerals and a top grade degree 

Chorus 
Oh my god it’s so Absurd
Oh my god haven’t you heard 
Of the Club 27
It’s a personal heaven x2
We’re you share the same number 
And forever stay younger 
Avoid club 27
Its your personal heaven 

V2
There is an investment in self car crash tv 
And expressions in our very own working Graffiti
Unlimited energy when we spray the white line 
But that’s as boring as breathing air in time 
And watching you in your very sad demise 
And waiting in club 27 for the next big surprise 

Chorus to end

Club 27 ~ Conscience Of Kings

Please enjoy the wonderful music video celebrating summer with beautiful photography by Heidi Schnicker and music by Bruce Klepper
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP7oCoMgQBE
Many thanks to John- Marc Ventimiglia @john-marc-ventimiglia for creating the birds sound library that was used to compose this piece 
For dudek, bansuri, harp, piano, violin, xylophone, bird sound library and percussion

Colorful Colorado - Summer - Feat. Video

Video: Any views, likes and subs very gratefully received! :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVs0xQeBQJA
A new bossa nova tune for a summer that's slipping away too fast .......

Ordinary Daydreams

Copyright 2024 Joe Stroffolino & Michele Ansani

When Michele Ansani. sent me his initial lyrics for this song, my first thought was that. I wish I had written them because I can relate to much of his musical journey.  He suggested that I turn them into a song so here it is. 

When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers 
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft

But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will like your songs because they’re danceable.

AI is generative and like the sleep of reason generates monsters
And like the sleep of reason generates monsters
the sleep of reason generates monsters

When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what  I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe and beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment 
I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming and saved it onto my PC
The internet and technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?

And now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same 
damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose
And people will like your songs because they’re danceable.

AI is generative the sleep of reason generates monsters
And like the sleep of reason generates monsters
the sleep of reason generates monsters

AI Sucks Song [M. Ansani - J. Stroffolino]

Cast of Characters:


Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – foundational acoustic and electric guitars, distorted electric guitar, and the seed idea
Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark – vocals, lyrics, high organ, toy piano, percussion, sound effects, production, editing, mix
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– 5-string banjo solo, electric guitar
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- low organ, piano, synth flute, sound effects
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, percussion 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – 4-string fretless bass
Composition – The Eclectic Collective


This song began its life as a hauntingly exquisite guitar chord progression that Tez came up with and shared with the rest of us. He also stacked a couple of other guitar tracks in there for good measure. Ken was first up, adding his drums, then later his pots and pans percussion. As he was doing that, Josh was coming up with his bass line, and they did their little dance of back and forth until the rhythm section was set. Mark came in around the same time, though, and added his unique, Waitsian vocals with the lyrics that he wrote for it, too. He also added some really amazing organ parts, a toy piano which you can hear right after the banjo solo, and percussion that add a solid foundation for his voice and add magic throughout the song. Stephen followed shortly after with the big stroke guitar chords, and also came up with the amazing banjo solo you hear in there, too. Last, but not least, JJ came in with his organ and electric piano to seal the deal with the melodies and ambience. Then he and Mark added the cool sound effects you hear throughout, too.
  Every great song needs a great producer, and Mark filled the duty on this one. He has proved himself to be a masterful editor, producer, and mixer, and we are lucky to have him as part of the team.
  This one is an homage to Tom Waits in a deliberate way. We're all big fans, and tried to do something in his unique style. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
 
Original lyrics by Mistermark:
I got something hidden in my closet 
that I don’t want you to see 
A little like a shady deposit
And it’s bound to incriminate me

Well now some might call it a skeleton 
Like a raincoat filled with bones
See I been hangin’ it there since I don’t know when
And I just can’t leave it alone

Me and Bill rolling bones in a gambling hall 
I threw snake eyes but Bill counted three
I took his accusation just a little too far 
Then everybody went quiet as they stared at me

Now the finger bone’s connected to the trigger
And the hand bone’s connected to me
And every day my secret’s gettin’ bigger
Soon enough I’ll be swinging from a tree

Coz I got something hidden in my closet 
that I don’t want you to see 
I done made a shady deposit
And it’s bound to incriminate me

Well now some might call it a skeleton 
Like a raincoat filled with bones
See I been hiding it there since I don’t know when
And I just can’t leave it alone
(repeat)

Bones  (Eclectic Collective)

The Tattooed Lady had a secret life found only in her dreams; she is much younger, has a family and a lovely home.  She is not the center of attention being stared at, hearing the stunned gasps of onlookers, a carnival side show on the move from town to another.  She sleeps sweetly and dreams deeply.
A very special thank you to Elmer Stone for letting me use a portion of his metal-inspired song "Tattooed Lady" which inspired my adding a dream sequence to his electric metal riffs.  A big thank you also to my dear friend Seagull for his sharing my vision of the song bringing Clara into the mix as the dreaming Lady, his final production touches, and his fantastic AI track art.

Dream Of The Tattooed Lady (Elmer Stone, Seagull, Clara, David)

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.

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