Lyrics 

Wheat fields shine like golden sheets
In your mind you still believe
You’re different from all the grain
Only you can feel this certain pain

Window’s open to your street
You hear the gentle sigh of the breeze
No traffic there to clutter up
What once was there to shut you up

Free from the ego
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

Free from the ego 
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

In the mirror you sustain 
A glaring at your simple frame
This wishing for a better you
Is all that you seem to do

Free from the ego
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

Free from the ego 
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

Just be alive
Don’t bite the apple

You are just as meant to be 
A perfect mix of biology
There’s no peace you can’t achieve
You just have to change what you see

Free from the ego
Free from the pride
Simple just to be alive

saving up the things

Eden

Slowed down version of old song from the archive

The Way I Feel - Deep Down

Demo track off of my upcoming metal instrumental album
The Egyptian was written, arranged and recorded by Louis Taverna
All rights reserved © 2024

The Egyptian (Demo)

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

Microtonal quartet performance for Malloween Festival in celebration of the release of the 3rd album by Mall.Dad.

Watch the complete Malloween Festival here:
www.twitch.tv/videos/2290543539

Listen to Mall.Dad 3 here:
soundcloud.com/mall-dad/sets/malldad-3-sticks-in-the-sticks

Rast Gard (Live)

Nouveau Morceau. L'achat du RTL-SDR sur mon Raspberry PI en réseau fonctionne à merveille. Et comme dans les ondes moyennes, il y a des bruits chelous,  j'ai capturé et j'ai composé mon nouveau morceau autour de ce son. Je vous souhaite une très bonne écoute.

Amplitude Modulation

Rumors of War

Pacôme Original Track:
Listen to Wind by Pacôme on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/CkHKdH1WNzwcG27S9

TBD Original Track:
Listen to Autumn in the Wind by The Beautiful Dark on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/k3r6bc1gPo4Gi47C9

Techno arrives for TBD. Schweeeeeeet.

Thanks Pacôme 🙌🏽🔆

Lyrics (Adapted from a poem by my Grandad, Papa, Bill Stapleton)

Autumn in the wind
Autumn in the wind

"Blow nature blow at year's appointed time
Loose leaves remember now's your dying hour
Wild artists show your skill with shades sublime
West wind it's time to manifest your power"~Papa

'Autumn in the Wind'
Summer failed
Blown death recind
Nature, will again win
Winter grins
Life line Spring

"What beauty comes from such confusing gales,
How wonderful the art that nature shows,
Sad thoughts reflect as bloom of summer fails,
Mad compensating loveliness now flows."~Papa

'Autumn in the Wind'
Summer failed
Blown death recind
Nature, will again win
Winter grins
Life line Spring


We can curate a warm
Observe and don't harm.
Until the cold is gone,
We're standing waves to winds of harm
Be spring for good deed
Seasoned human psalm
This blood line shone wind words of charm
From the spirit world
From the garden of eden
Grown some new eARTh arm
Curate the warm
Turn the light on

'Autumn in the Wind'
Summer failed
Blown death recind
Nature, will again win
Winter grins
Life line Spring

Autumn in the wind
Autumn in the wind

Merging Winds

10.) Know Who It Is

Composée et interprétée par Lena 
Texte : Steph OUNA https://soundcloud.com/user-70495223
Merci encore Steph pour tes précieux conseils :)))

HOPE

a take on todays filthy global regime effect . i wrote this a while back , i wish i hadn't now , kinda . . . by RJ WALKER

Low life in high places

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.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

David Dunham