Phil’s finds 1

this and that

Autumn 2023

Created from tracks found at @re-ex

Repost Exchange link
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DistroKid Slaps forum page
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itch.io profile page:
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Douglas P Stoothoff main site:
https://exedexes1.com/
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itch.io profile link:
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Feature.fm overall Artist Bio link:
https://ffm.bio/douglas-p-stoothoff

Master Track List on SC:
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/tracks

Artist page on Spotify:
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Artist page on Apple:
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Good Folk I Found 2

Ladat’s Support Aug’24 vol.2

Folk

folk singer

Ullip whit: PCW Ensemble - Soundgarden Project - Bit's project - Stephan Hendricks. | Refuge Worldwide radio station | 
Radio Tempo Não Pára: Slimfit94/corecorecc & spullen/Ruin Klarity/střední škola |

KAMČATKA SCHAMANS

A guitar instrumental from the West Coast of Scotland
Additional links below https://davidsmccormack.hearnow.com

Inner Seas Perigean Tide

Crunchy bluesy rock with a nod to ZZTop.  Mix and Master by BeatsEdit.com.

Caffeine/What do you believe?

loose

call me back, I've got your back, 
no takebacks, i'm on the rack, 
i'm stretched so thin
it's the condition that I'm in
stretched so thin

staring at you at your face on the screen
and i'm wishing you were here
staring at you at your face on the screen
and i'm wishing i was here with you

am i ane of those people  just going trough the motions
cuz it isn't all that simple
surrounded by these complex emotions

staring at you at your face on the screen
and i'm wishing you were here
staring at you at your face on the screen
and i'm wishing i was here with you

walking down the street
head down looking at my feet
beating a path over cold concrete
where's everyone gone that i want to meet

and i'm staring at you at your face on the screen
and i'm wishing you were here
staring at you at your face on the screen
and i'm wishing i was here with you
staring at you at your face on the screen
can't you be why aren't you here with me
staring at you at your face on the screen
and i'm wishing i was here with you

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio

Face on the Screen 2023 remix

Didnt Know

Let You Go

Remix of the theme song for one of my favorite horror movie classics "The Exorcist" this is a treat for everyone to celebrate this Halloween season hope you enjoy and also check out my new  original track "Ghost Boi" and stay tuned for more songs coming soon that I've been working on 🎃👻🎹🫶💨🎶

Tubular Bells - (Wiggy Beatz Remix)

Bluebells

ALFONSO LLORENTE:  LYRICS, VOCALS. ACOUSTIC GUITARS, BASS & SYNTH
SYLVIA PRADILLA: LYRICS & PAINTING
MRS A: VOCALS

CIELO Y TIERRA SE JUNTARON HOY

Cielo y tierra se juntaron hoy, y llovió
Lo que debía llover
Cielo y tierra se apartaron hoy, y se lloró
Lo que se debía llorar
Se desgarraron las nubes y un pedazo de cielo cayó, se cayó
Se desgarraron las nubes y el cielo durmió, se durmió

Mañana tus ojos y os míos se mirarán
Nuestros labios reconocerán el amor
Mañana tus ojos y los míos se mirarán
Nuestros labios reconocerán el amor
Enloquecidos se buscarán
Con el cielo y la tierra en sus miradas
Volarán a casa
En el sol jugarán y en la luna dormirán
En el espejo de la vida se quedarán

Suave correrá la brisa
Y entrelazados miraremos
El verde de la tierra
El azul del cielo
Y nuestro amor abrigará

Cielo y tierra se juntaron hoy
Cielo y tierra se juntaron hoy
Cielo y tierra se juntaron hoy
Cielo y tierra se juntaron hoy

CIELO Y TIERRA SE JUNTARON HOY (ALFONSO LLORENTE & SYLVIA PRADILLA)

Looks over to me.
It's over. Let's face it, we're done.
No-hurdles-to overcome, 
As we shot for the sun.
Or the moon.
A premature peaking... 

look over at me.
We can't deny this is the end.
Refuse-to-bend for you. 
Just a thorn in my shoe.
A hindrance too.
A mill stone.

The soft summer breeze 
Has forsaken the trees,
The leaves are just falling on you. 
As the light and the shade, go their seperate ways.
It's over, its over, its over.

It's over for me.
The half smile which led t'ward the dance.
Another-chance to score.
Would we want anymore.
Had we known what's in store.
We head toward the door.

It's over for me.
No glance as we pass in the hall. 
Against-the-wall we fell. 
Nothing left here to sell.
Drunk too deep from the well.
Now we're done.

The soft summer winds.
Become bellowing zephyrs 
Separate one into two.
As the day and the night, part in evening's light.
It's over, its over, its over.

It's hard to beleive we could be so naive...
Or that we were both ever so young...
It's...

...over to you.
I'll leave it and see what you do.
A-pointed turn of the screw.
Schemes that used to amuse.
Come across as a ruse, 
We easily bruise.
Sending...

Over to you.
There's not a lot for us to say.
A break away. 
New days: blow the cobwebs away.
The shattered remains.
Once was Rome.

The soft summer breeze 
Has forsaken the trees,
The leaves are just falling on you. 
As the light and the shade, go their seperate ways.
It's over, its over, its over.

Over To You

A take on 50's/60's chord progression..with some stream of consciousness words.

Invisible Tears

HORMIGA

https://youtu.be/J7I4dtEd-g4

"Yo me llamo Domingo Espinoza,
yo soy... me quedo en la iglesia,
¿Cómo se llama? yo soy... yo no soy mero mero de aquí,
yo soy de Tlanchinol".

Trueno intenso,
tiempo negro,
viento frío,
llueve intenso,
olor a fresco.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Allá de Tlanchinol, allá de la Sierra de la Huasteca,
cerca de Tampico, ¿Si conoces Tampico o no conoces?".

Luna blanca,
pecho lleno,
cae neblina,
sube y gira,
cae a tierra.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Ajajajajajajá, acá na'más pues,
a que esta persona es este,
y yo me quedaba aquí atrás,
aquí, aquí me queda... ¿Cómo se llama...?
aquí me quedaba atrás".

Campo abierto,
solo cielo,
cerro abajo,
viene fiero,
sopla en serio.

Dolerá hormiga.


Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

Hormiga

“Beautiful Things”

Vocals & lyrics by @wild-christopher-lyrics.
Guitar: @angelo-annicchiarico-1

Beautiful morning
Beautiful day
There may be sunshine
There may be rain

I took a new road on my way to work today
I saw beautiful things
I saw beautiful things

Sometimes my life it tries to get so mundane
So given a choice between the numb 
I’ll embrace the pain

We are all terminal
You know it’s what they say
This life it’s incurable
It’s just a matter of the day

We all know this
But we choose not to believe
We exist in oblivion
We limit what we see

Sing off key
Live out of control
The best part of living
Is not knowing what tomorrow holds

Hold on to your loved ones
Or hold on to your gold
Cling to worldly possessions
Or fortify your homes

I saw a girl standing
She was standing alone
I stopped and said hello
When I left, she was all aglow

We don’t know the difference 
The difference we can make
The road you don’t go down
The chances you don’t take

Sometimes we trip
Sometimes we’ll take a fall
But I’d rather stumble then never know, 
never know at all

Sing off key
Sing out of control
The best part of living
Is not knowing what tomorrow holds

Beautiful morning
Beautiful day
There may be sunshine
There may be some rain

I took a new road 
On my way to work today
I saw beautiful things
I saw beautiful things

Music by Caedmon Rigby and Angelo Annicchiarico
Lyrics by Chris Barnett for Questionable Enterprises LLC. © 2024

Caedmon Rigby & Wild Christopher- Beautiful Things

Spit On Me Prod.Waves

Stay Awake, rough guide track

DEEP in the GRASS

As Far As We Care

these music were taken in April 2024. Barnim Schultze (Akasha Project ) and Ullip recorded this chackren journey with the title Seven Seals in a studio session in the Bergtonstudio Andalusia (Periana near Malaga). A wonderful journey through the chakras and a meditation base that is described as stimulating and relaxing. Immerse yourself in the world of sounds of Ullip & Akasha Project.
Produced, recorded and mixed by Ullip
The master was created by Barnim Schultze.

Seven Seals

Ullip & Akasha Project - 03 - Seven Seals

these music were taken in April 2024. Barnim Schultze (Akasha Project ) and Ullip recorded this chackren journey with the title Seven Seals in a studio session in the Bergtonstudio Andalusia (Periana near Malaga). A wonderful journey through the chakras and a meditation base that is described as stimulating and relaxing. Immerse yourself in the world of sounds of Ullip & Akasha Project.
Produced, recorded and mixed by Ullip
The master was created by Barnim Schultze.
https://soundcloud.com/akasha-project

Ullip & Akasha Project - 02 - Seven Seals

these music were taken in April 2024. Barnim Schultze (Akasha Project ) and Ullip recorded this chackren journey with the title Seven Seals in a studio session in the Bergtonstudio Andalusia (Periana near Malaga). A wonderful journey through the chakras and a meditation base that is described as stimulating and relaxing. Immerse yourself in the world of sounds of Ullip & Akasha Project.
Produced, recorded and mixed by Ullip
The master was created by Barnim Schultze.
https://soundcloud.com/akasha-project

Legal : www.ullip.eu/video-production
The use of my music to train AI and generate similar compositions is strictly prohibited and will be prosecuted. European and German copyright law applies in all cases. All rights reserved ©

Ullip & Akasha Project  - 01 - Seven Seals

Ullip & Akasha Project - 04 - Seven Seals

A live recording from the Carl Zeiss Planetarium in Bochum with the PCW Ensemble:
Kristian Terzic - Keyboards
Ullip - Percussion Hybrid Set
Dinesh Mischra - Bansuri
Edmund Held - Trumpet
Reinhard Kreckel - Sounds
recorded live by Ben Wyneken at Braincake studio.
Mixed, mastered and sound-refined at Ullip's Bergtonstudio
A journey through the universe of emotions, intuitively played and with a lot of soul
https://soundcloud.com/kristianterzic

Legal : www.ullip.eu/video-production
The use of my music to train AI and generate similar compositions is strictly prohibited and will be prosecuted. European and German copyright law applies in all cases. All rights reserved ©

Planetarium Nights

This track was originally a poem and I asked my collaborator and producer, Josh Elliott, to come up with a sound like a cross between Celtic Music and Triphop.

The Goddess  

Comely, alive, 
Share your memories;
Gliding past my window,
Muttered tones so sweet.
Psychedelic garments,
Flashback to dreams,
Speaking in Shelta—
All is not quite what it seems.

The goddess always at my door
I hesitate; I’m just not sure.
Throwin’ shapes and droppin’ hints
Her forest dweller’s third eye glints.

Renounce, surrender, 
No more maudlin times in need;
Hurly-burly mischief making
The goddess will not feed...
As she follows me closely
Through the fjords of my heart
Firewood for the soul,
Its knowledge she’ll impart.

The goddess always at my door
I hesitate; I’m just not sure.
Throwin’ shapes and droppin’ hints
Her forest dweller’s third eye glints.


Scorching and burning...
Flambé my inconsistencies
Intoxicate with love.
Take me to the mesosphere,
A pilgrimage above,
Where earthbound before too long
And in the coldness of space
With chivalry of angels
She’ll sprinkle moondust on my face.

The goddess always at my door
I hesitate; I’m just not sure.
Throwin’ shapes and droppin’ hints
Her forest dweller’s third eye glints.

The goddess always at my door
I hesitate; I’m just not sure.
Throwin’ shapes and droppin’ hints
Her forest dweller’s third eye glints.

THE GODDESS

After the conferences come the holidays.

Academics always look forward to the holidays.
They mark their calendars.
They count the days.

Finally—a chance to get some real work done.

No students.
No admin.
Just pure, blissful research.

It never works out that way.

Families expect visits.
Or worse:
relaxation.

Visiting home is its own kind of reckoning—
a reminder of how far you’ve moved
from where you started.

During her visit, Kate’s mother asks, right on schedule:
“So when do you finish school, dear?”

Kate tries:
“Mum, I’m an associate professor.”

“So... you’re a teacher then?”

“Sometimes. Mostly research.”

“Oh. Research for your thesis?”

Kate gives up somewhere around the second glass of wine.

The first band meeting after the holidays
is for licking wounds.
Ava doesn’t say much.
But when pressed, offers:
“Back home, people don’t understand
what I’m doing with my life.”

None of it is cruel.
Just distant.

Just a little lonely.

Somewhere in all the clinking cutlery
and misunderstood answers,
they each feel it—

That quiet, untouchable thing.

This is Test 7.

The reason they left.
The reason they stayed away.
The reason they can never quite go back.

Song: Smalltown Homecoming

These old streets feel small and tight
Sky's the same but something's light
Houses lean, a little worn
Under roofs that shield from scorn

Faces weathered, shadows deep
Living lives in quiet sleep
They're content with what they know
Never tried, just let it go

Homecoming, where time stands still
Every dream's a little hill
You and I, we felt the strain
So I left without a name

Main street's got the same old signs
Shops that close before it's nine
Same old park where children play
Games that never changed a day

People talk, but words are slow
Building lives on what they know
No need to dream, no need to roam
When these small-town lines are home

Homecoming, where time stands still
Every dream's a little hill
You and I, we felt the strain
So I left without a name

There's the house where Mom and Dad still reside
Toto's gone, but his love never died
There's the tree where love first bloomed
The same tree where my heart broke too

There's the barn where bullies would chase
Hid from their taunts, never felt safe
There's the bus stop where I once stood
With my suitcase, leaving for good

Homecoming, where time stands still
Every dream's a little hill
You and I, we felt the strain
So I left without a name

It's good to see, it's good to know
That there's nothing here to show
I'll leave again for the world so wide
Where I matter, where I found my pride

Test 7: Why Did You Leave? (Smalltown Homecoming)

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

This is Rock ballad about death but from a different point of view. Take a listen and let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Lyrics below
I never wanted to leave you, it was time, I had to go
I had no choice, it was the calling

My life was over, my time had come, a different beat a different drum
Its like a dream, I could be dreaming

But you can’t see me and you can’t hear me
You can’t touch me, but can you feel me
Cos’ I am right here, I am here, I’m still here

I see your sadness, I see your pain I don’t know how, I can’t explain
Why I am here with you, I’m with you

If this is death, there must be more, there’s no bright light, no open door
The only the sound that I can hear is the calling

You can’t see me, you can’t hear me
You can’t touch me, but can you feel me
Cos’ I am here, I’m right here, I am here, I’m with you

Break

I see the flowers, I see the cars, I see the church, that’s where you are
I see our friends, most of all I see you

I wipe your tears, I take your hand, try to help you understand
That I am here with you, I’m here

There’s no reaction, there’s no distraction
You can’t see me, but can you feel me
Cos’ I am here, I am here, I am here, I’m with you

I hear the calling, I can hear the calling
It’s getting louder, It must be time to go

I hear the calling, I hear the calling, the calling…...


Copyright Clive Pett 2025

The Calling

Country love song - young love and loyalty

My Man

Better Off Lost - Vera

  Please see FB link for more back ground https://www.facebook.com/david.s.mccormack.9  Thank you for listening :)

Step Up to the Line (1990)

More information and background to the album here . https://www.facebook.com/david.s.mccormack.9  Thank you for listening :)

Take 3

Sort of classical love song duet with coffee advert type sax break:)         Thank you for listening

Be That It May

Based on events of a long gone era and how those with a different point of view were treated at the time.


Tar and Feathers

Photograph albums seem to be able to hold a memory that is somehow more tangible than their digital equivalent. This song imagines an older women on her favourite chair looking back at pictures from over the years. 

Picture Book

..as observed at a nightclub once upon a time....the whistle is as he walks away...hands in pockets...feigning nonchalance. :)

Time to Time

Outside

Hi - I write songs - here is a selection from over the years - thank you for taking the time to listen. More info on the links below. Thanks.

Step Up to the Line (1990)

David S McCormack