2020 Tracks

T H E J O U R N E Y

I want to take the journey
I need to meet your eye
I want to take the journey
Walk up into the sky

Watch the colours bleed out of the sky
Watch the mountains fall before my eye

Don’t want to find a shortcut
I need to feel my foot
Taking that first hardest and the longest
I want to feel my feet on every step

I want to take the journey...

©Phil McWalter Jan 2020

Open Collab source: https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/funky-potatoes

The Journey

The Journey - (Open Collab with Paploviante)

I've uploaded a video to accompany my latest acoustic tune ........ great if you get a chance to have a look (Link below)
Cheers
Richard :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWvR-iuISjQ

Another Winter

Piano : Elisabeth Dicker @https://soundcloud.com/liz-dicker
Orchestrations : Julien Morency  @https://soundcloud.com/julien-morency

Based on the book Cilka's Journey by Heather Morris

Cilka is just sixteen years old when she is taken to Auschwitz-Birkenau Concentration Camp in 1942, where the commandant immediately notices how beautiful she is. Forcibly separated from the other women prisoners, Cilka learns quickly that power, even unwillingly taken, equals survival.

When the war is over and the camp is liberated, freedom is not granted to Cilka: She is charged as a collaborator for sleeping with the enemy and sent to a Siberian prison camp. But did she really have a choice? And where do the lines of morality lie for Cilka, who was send to Auschwitz when she was still a child?

In Siberia, Cilka faces challenges both new and horribly familiar, including the unwanted attention of the guards. But when she meets a kind female doctor, Cilka is taken under her wing and begins to tend to the ill in the camp, struggling to care for them under brutal conditions.

Confronting death and terror daily, Cilka discovers a strength she never knew she had. And when she begins to tentatively form bonds and relationships in this harsh, new reality, Cilka finds that despite everything that has happened to her, there is room in her heart for love.

From child to woman, from woman to healer, Cilka's journey illuminates the resilience of the human spirit―and the will we have to survive.

Un Triste Périple

Un Triste Périple - Elisabeth Dicker & Musicar

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade
By David Husted

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade Sun Drops    
Melting on an ocean's horizon   

I Wipe the mud from my knees
over madness
The windows are weeping as I lay dreaming 
Of stranded Islands
Empty and stripped clean


Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages 
Bubble gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

V2
Einstein and Heisenberg in parliament
Embers proliferating magic
Thriving through the time fields sucking information from the cosmos
Our very constitutions dust and water; 
Gold and oil on the alter now;  be a ghost to this chatter
Plot our lives in advance,……….     Of the rising sands

Ch
Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages now
Bubble  gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

Bridge

We will not Run
We will not run   

Ch 

The Chorus has a psychedelic vibe to it but with its own unique twists and turns.  I tried not to box myself into corners with my lyrics and used a very open ended process to my word smithing.  I felt know need to present you anything too "air-tight" in terms of story or arrangement.  This is what I love about song writing. I toss up ideas (the crazier the better) and see what happens.  Once I have a kaleidoscope of working pieces I gently mold them into forms that contain loose tendrils of cohesiveness and meaning but only just barely.  This is one of those song's I created with no preconceptions or creative borders and I just let my mind go where it wanted to.  Sometimes this works and sometimes it is a disaster.  In this case I arrived at something I liked enough to share with you.  

Never mind that Dave, what is the song about?  

It has something to do with the excruciating beauty of a sunrise.  It has something to do with love.  It has something to do with how quickly time moves forward.  It has something to do with how impermanent everything really is (including us).  It has something to do with how lucky we are to be the tiniest spark of a flame witnessing this miracle before us for the most minuscule parenthesis in time.  It has something to do with stepping out of my self imposed cage, and yet not running away and hiding.  It has something to do with staring this beautiful, wild catastrophe of existence right in the face and enjoying the ride.   Far Out Dude. Now go put your favorite tie dye shirt on, grab a cup a coffee and listen to my song : )!   Groovy Man…..Will Do!  

May your corners curve like lemonade.

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade

Lothlorien

the turtle project composed,  played and sang this  track
pixie dust application, backing vocals , C3 Hammond Organ,Korg Triton keytar,mix and mastering by conover.

It was only yesterday
I thought it was just us
Destined to stay hidden in the woods
I’d marveled at the prospect
Of there being more
But now we’ve found them do I trust them?
I’m not sure
They might have the answers
They might just keep us safe
Confiding in them could be the biggest
Mistake we’ll ever make
They might lead us to victory
They might even take us home
But something doesn’t feel right
About that leader in my bones

I have felt so hopeless
As if I can’t go on
And these people seem OK to me
Do you really think there’s something wrong?
They might have the answers
They might just keep us safe
And I’m willing to take that risk
Let’s leave it all to fate
They might lead us to victory
They might even take us home
It’s better than facing the enemy alone
Alone
Alone

Maybe I’m just being a little paranoid
But I can’t shake off this feeling, he’s someone to avoid
Let’s just take it one day at a time, see how things pan out
If you trust him then I’m willing to give him a chance
In spite of my doubt

10th File (Turtle project/Conover)

Music performed by Paradox
Composed by Peter McCarthy
Pixie dust application, Korg triton guitar solo, B3 organ, backing Vox, Mix and Mastering by conover

© 2020 Conover/McCarthy

Nothing Lasts  (McCarthy/Conover)

We all might find ourselves feeling a little anxious in these troubling times, so if you have a moment, please turn out the lights,.... sit down,.... take a deep breath,.... and RELAX ......happy times ahead soooooon!!!!!!  I hope you enjoy!!!
Peace. 💖
© Retro-Tone Audio

Endless Oceans

Music by Julien Morency & Sebastiano Quiri @fleursonseaux
Photo by Sebastiano Quiri

When we started this collaboration, like everyone on this planet, we were hit by the pandemic and the effects on our lives.  Earth stopped for a moment and we could feel her heartbeat ...and with it the will to overcome anything!

Lorsque nous avons commencé cette collaboration, comme tout le monde sur cette planète, on a été frappé par la pandémie est tout ce que ça a changé dans nos vies. La Terre s'est arrêtée pendant un moment et on pouvait ressentir son battement de coeur....et avec lui la volonté de tout surmonter!

Pulsearth

Video

Pulsearth (feat. Fleursonseaux)

Aura

Featuring my Valuable Friends who kindly gave their hearts and remarkable skills to this project: Thank you!

@janinelevinson - The Mistral Vocals
@burn-it-smith - The Scirocco Piano and Aeolian Double Bass
@rick-4-1 - The Beaufort Scale Drums 
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Wuthering Stuff

Janine has recorded a wonderful stripped-down version too:
 www.soundcloud.com/janinelevinson/mr-Ps-bag-of-sunshine-mcwalter-cover-with-phil-mcwalter

Vodka and Caviar

I once flew across America
Just holding a balloon
Discovered a buried treasure chest
Full of gold doubloon 
I walked into a hurricane
And found myself back home
On a wild white stallion
Galloping through foam

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
Of vodka and caviar

I sold my soul to a friendly gecko
Who left it on the bar
I ate a bag of sunshine
That exploded in my car
I flew with the Egyptian gods
And travelled to the stars
And I dressed up like a carnival king
With glitter in glass jars

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
On vodka and caviar

Some days
Are better than others
Some nights I
Don’t bother…

It’s not the truth
Sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train

The walled-up dust on a jester’s laugh
For a cask of sherry wine
The smell of sugar cane in the heat
And a woman’s gaze divine
Float around my spinning head
A trail of petalled steps I said
Take me from the tower and sing
My songs around my bed
(Is he dead?)

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
On vodka and caviar
Vodka and caviar
On vodka and caviar

June 2020 Phil McWalter

Vodka and Caviar

Spotify

Vodka And Caviar

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