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Wandering sleepy dreams.mp3

Popcorn Dreams

Chillin

Industry

Marbles

Jam session

The Valiha, as might be gathered by anyone with interests beyond the bounds of unionized education, is a Malagasy rhythm instrument. I found it by chance, bought it because I liked the look of it, and play it according to my own ideas without the least knowledge of how such things are done in its home country. Hope you all enjoy it!

Valiha

https://youtu.be/wGAxOw0JsuY?si=HU-qjpEc2ApPF2dF WATCH OUT ON YOUTUBE 😉👋🏼

The thought of the transience of all earthly things is a source of infinite sorrow - and a source of infinite consolation.

🇲​🇦​🇷​🇮​🇪​ 🇻​🇴​🇳​ 🇪​🇧​🇳​🇪​🇷​-🇪​🇸​🇨​🇭​🇪​🇳​🇧​🇦​🇨​🇭​ (1830 - 1916), 🇲​🇦​🇷​🇮​🇪​ 🇫​🇷​🇪​🇮​🇫​🇷​🇦​🇺​ 🇪​🇧​🇳​🇪​🇷​ 🇻​🇴​🇳​ 🇪​🇸​🇨​🇭​🇪​🇳​🇧​🇦​🇨​🇭​, 🇦​🇺​🇸​🇹​🇷​🇮​🇦​🇳​ 🇸​🇹​🇴​🇷​🇾​🇹​🇪​🇱​🇱​🇪​🇷​, 🇳​🇴​🇻​🇪​🇱​🇱​🇮​🇸​🇹​ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇦​🇵​🇭​🇴​🇷​🇮​🇸​🇹​. 🇸​🇴​🇺​🇷​🇨​🇪​: 🇪​🇧​🇳​🇪​🇷​-🇪​🇸​🇨​🇭​🇪​🇳​🇧​🇦​🇨​🇭​, 🇦​🇵​🇭​🇴​🇷​🇮​🇸​🇲​🇸​, 1880

Ephemeral

VIDEO 🟥

T-Frightening Lightning

A simple message for the fast approaching Christmas Day, taking the time honored classic tune and adding a few other familiar elements to this folky, upbeat rendition. I want to dedicate this Christmas wish to all my SoundCloud friends but most especially my dear friend and awesome partner in musical crime, Nat Daniels. This one is a solo effort but it goes out to Nat. 
Merry Christmas!!!

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

The Haunted Hotel

Dreams of Better Times

Sur une musique de Christian Devienne (merci à lui) 
Merci à Mart production pour l'image. 

Paroles en français à la fin.

You said that catching the sky
It was the only way perhaps
To remove the Tower of Babel
Who ravaged your brain
What are you waiting for now in your bed
Stuck in your paradise
Is this what you wanted?
For eternity, forget

Do you remember the cliff
Where we climbed behind our house
When you had my back
When you were still standing
Is your too much intelligence
Who led you into this silence
Or because you don't understand anything anymore
To this world that you let go of my hand

I was so proud of you my brother
My friend, in front of everyone
When you were the salt of the Earth
Who without you is no longer really round
You don't even know what my name is anymore
Even when you call me for help
You're in trouble in your hopscotch
That's not how you'll catch the sky

I see your features, your body posed
On white sheets right next to
Are you sleeping what did you dream
Who keeps you from waking up
Eyes gone far from home
Where now do you hit your shots?
You've damaged yourself so many times
What is still left of you

You said the world is crazy
That we must fight and never give up
That life is not a gift
Unless we make the world more beautiful
Explain to me because I don't understand
That you preferred our joys
To our embraces our quarrels
An artificial paradise

Why did you give up
You were the guy who could do anything
Even if it's your choice, you don't have the right
To go away where we don't come from
Do it for me open your eyes
Do what you do best
Let life return to you
Like when you loved it





Tu disais qu’attraper le ciel
C’était la seule manière peut-être
D’éloigner la Tour de Babel
Qui te ravageait la cervelle
Qu’attends-tu maint’nant dans ton lit
Englué dans ton paradis
Est-ce que c’est ça c’que tu voulais
Pour l’éternité, oublier

Te souviens-tu de la falaise
Où nous grimpions derrière chez nous
Quand tu assurais mes arrières
Quand tu étais encore debout
Est-ce ton trop d’intelligence
Qui t’a conduit dans ce silence
Ou parce que t’y comprends plus rien
A c’monde que t’as lâché ma main

J’étais si fier de toi mon frère
Mon ami, devant tout le monde
Quand t’étais le sel de la Terre
Qui sans toi n’est plus vraiment ronde
Tu sais même plus comment j’m’appelle
Même lorsque tu m’appelles à l’aide
T’es mal barré dans ta marelle
C’est pas comme ça qu’t’attrap’ras l’ciel

Je vois tes traits ton corps posés
Sur des draps blancs juste à côté
Est-ce que tu dors qu’as-tu rêvé
Qui t’empêche de te réveiller
Les yeux partis loin de chez nous
Où maintenant rends-tu tes coups
Tu t’es abîmé tant de fois
Que reste-t-il encore de toi

Tu disais qu’le Monde est taré
Qu’il faut se battre ne rien lâcher
Que la vie n’est pas un cadeau
Sauf si on rend le Monde plus beau
Explique-moi parce que j’comprends pas
Que t’aies préféré à nos joies
A nos embrassades nos querelles
Un paradis artificiel

Pourquoi as-tu lâché l’affaire
T’étais l’gars qui pouvait tout faire
Même si c’est ton choix, t’as pas le droit
De t’en aller d’où on r’vient pas
Fais le pour moi ouvre les yeux
Fais ce que tu sais faire de mieux
Laisse la vie revenir en toi
Comme au temps où tu aimais ça

Output Paradis (musique de Christian Devienne)

drummers delight (or not Idunno I'm not a drummer)

Echoes From A Trench

David Wurden is a composer, keyboardist, drummer, and skilled producer. With a penchant for exploring the unconventional, he possesses a unique ability to revolutionize musical compositions, defying traditional boundaries. Through his artistry, David takes listeners on a captivating sonic odyssey, venturing into uncharted territories and reimagining both vintage and contemporary sounds. His evocative melodies and intricate rhythms transport audiences, allowing their imaginations to wander freely in the boundless expanse of the universe. With an unwavering commitment to pushing the boundaries of musical expression,  David Wurden is an unparalleled force in the world of music.

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The Haunted Hotel

David Wurden

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