SCloud song offerings discovered over the years that were (still are!) so potent they have left an indelible impression on my muse-aic auto-biomass, and have doubtlessly influenced me in one way or another...

Can't imagine ever taking any of these off the list. But I do look forward to adding more.

Discovery is FUN for the ears! :D

France-wah Hall of Flame - SCloud Fire-ever Favorites

Indie Music Feedback Radio

Here's the songs that really tickled our fancy during March.

Our absolute favourite song this month was Jacob DeBoer's "Winter Solstice" - this has been on repeat listens all through March.
Miaow McDonald is quickly becoming one of our faves here on Soundcloud and it doesn't hurt that she has a cat reference in her name!! ;)
The Shape Of Pears by Disconnectica is flat out bonkers (an Australian expression) and we love it.
"Reach" by Francois Cormier is majestic and included in this playlist because we are frequently returning to his page of songs. I'm pretty sure most months we're going to feature one of his songs!
We love Seafood Sweater Girl's collection of folky songs.
English Minor - See How Life Turns Out - listen to hear if Grandma's story has a happy ending....
Dred Fouglas describes himself as "Dirty-Folk/Lo-Fi/Singer-Songwriter". Sounds accurate to us!
We've only just discovered nic from Sweden but we're looking forward to taking a deeper dive into his music. For now, we've had his track "Happy Family" on repeat. A bit of a Radiohead feel to our ears.
Don't miss Florian Lüthi's "The Definitive Sheep Song" - its what might happen if Weird Al Yankovic turned his attention to sheep.....
If you make it all the way to the end of the playlist relax with the final song, a peaceful little instrumental by Zach Schneider  - Sitting Beside A Cat And Listening to the Chirps of Birds  - we're kind of obliged to like a song with a cat in the title!!

The Cat's Favourite Soundcloud Songs March 2021

a celebration of being a woman.... a sister.... a friend....


"Sister" is the 5th of 13 or so songs from my debut solo album, Year Zero.

"Sister" will also be available on all other digital platforms to download and/or stream... iTunes, Spotify, Napster, Deezer, GooglePlay, AppleMusic, TikTok, YouTube etc etc etc...

AVAILABLE TO BUY here:  https://miaowmcdonald.bandcamp.com/track/sister


(c)(p) written & performed by Miaow McDonald


Miaow McDonald only plays Fender Guitars.


lyrics:

hey... my sister
won't you come to me
we can walk on the wet sand
and cry in the sea
hey... my sister
won't you come to me
i'll brush your hair
until you fall asleep.......

hey... my sister
i'll be home soon
we can sing in the kitchen
and howl at the moon
hey... my sister
i'll be home soon
and we'll dance in the forest
and sleep until noon...

and sleep until noon...


released March 12, 2021

credits:

Engineered/co-produced by Robert Davidson, the 'Aged Choir Boy'.

Miaow McDonald: Vocals, Bass, Guitars, Synths, Tambourine Tickles & Scratches

Additional Musicians:

Robert Davidson: Drums, Additional Bass

all rights reserved

Sister

Creepy, sinister, cryptic and a bit demented maybe?  Shades of Radiohead, David Bowie or David Byrne (Talking Heads), or so I'm told.

Purchase track at https://disconnectica.bandcamp.com/track/the-shape-of-pears

This sixth version has lots of changes.  The drums and strings are completely replaced, and the sound of the guitar, piano and vocals changed.  Many vocals are single now rather than doubled.

Please follow, like, comment and repost!  Thanks.

Lyrics:

She keeps her love in a shoe
High upon a shelf
(Sombrero)
And when she's not all there
I go and help myself

She wouldn't recognise me
If I was inside out
(Sombrero)
You shouldn't trust anyone's tea
Just coz they're short and stout

It makes me cry
It makes me try
Not to cry

A workout for your mind
Defence against attack
But I can jump the fence
and run around your track

There's something wrong
I tell myself there's
Nothing wrong

Shhhhh

She confides in me
About the shape of pears
(Sombrero)
But when there's no one home
I sit in all the chairs

She came to stay
She floats away
Stay... away 

She keeps her mind wrapped up
Underneath the bed
(Sombrero)
But no matter how you try
You can't untoast your bread

Lock it in
Block it out
Block it in

(Sombrero)

Clear blue sky, clear blue sky, clear blue sky
Clear blue sky, clear blue sky, clear blue sky
No photo... so it didn't happen
No photo... so it didn't happen
(Sombrero)
It's a river in Egypt... just a river in Egypt
No photo... so it didn't happen
Clear blue sky, clear blue sky, clear blue sky
Clear blue sky, clear blue sky, clear blue sky

The Shape of Pears (version 6 - OLD)

1

This one’s a Cross & called “the minister”
(I’ll go how they’re arranged in front of me)
Grab a broom from that sinner
Push those tentacled limbs aside
I find it hiding in the Black Church
Where I unlearn everything I know
It leads down the Penrose steps
To the room where the pastor goes
To lie awake & doubt his sanity
Gets up & prays every morning
Trembling night & day 
For the horror of the thing-in-itself

2

This one’s a Plume, & called “the visitor”
I know that I’ll be blamed for some of it
The equivocal telemetry
Of a comical fall from grace
In fact we only share a cigarette
He’s unmoved by the Blood Moon
I’ll not rush to defend him
I would have it all to myself
I check the time, I think it strange
The lights are still on in the stables
I find him there in Ontario’s stall
& he stinks like rum

(This is a painting, love is a fiction
Faith is a cage, but it’s a great hiding place
For our diaphanous moth-eaten selves.)

3

This one’s a Knife
Called "the professor’s wife”
Back early from the seaside
With a prize nautilus shell
She finds our bluejeans intertwined
In a heap in the mudroom
A fist to the bridge of the nose
O it bleeds like Hell
A dinner for the King, he corners me
He’s got no mates, he is balding
Trips on his shame, means no harm
Spills wine on himself, bless his heart.

Three Fetishes

Humblest apologies and deepest regards to Nye, Brown, & Fry.

Soundcloud Presents...

Go Ahead!

A heartfelt message to someone so dearly loved who I am happy/relieved to say *did* take the meaning to heart and is doing so much better...

************************************************

Don’t be sinking alone
Don’t go slinking down that drain again
While swimming ‘gainst the riptide of the bottle on your own
Don’t be sinking alone

You’re not drowning at sea
You’re sitting on the couch right there next to me
In spirit or by speed-dial doesn’t change the gravity
You’re in arm’s reach of me


So just reach for me when you fall
You can reach for me
When the world ‘neath your feet 
drops deep down that black sea
You can reach for me


I know it’s hard to break free
The brain is oftentimes its own worst enemy
Adrift in pilled perception ‘midst a mind-field cacophony
The tidal rushes won’t let you

Be

Don’t be sinking alone
It’s time to learn how to breathe again
No need to bear the burden of this Great Wet all your own
Stretch out your hands, you’ve got me


And just reach for me when you fall
You can reach for me
When the world ‘neath your feet 
drops deep down that black sea

And just reach for me when you fall
You can reach for me
When the world ‘neath your feet 
drops deep down that black sea

Reach

Take the time to care for your mental health.
However much you need.
However you like to do it.
Few things are more important than this...
It's okay to go Incommunicado, Incognito for a Minute.
You deserve it...

Yes... You do.

Sometimes there is business.
Sometimes there is boredom.
Sometimes doing business is doing too much.
Sometimes doing boredom is doing too much.
Sometimes I love to do nothing at all.

Song made/recorded on soundtrap.com
Photo is of me going incommunicado, incognito for a minute at an event in broad daylight. (I used a blur for a visual representation of incognitoism)

Free Downloads

Thanks again to Karly for inspiration to experiment, and encouragement to make another beat.
Your album is brave and beautiful. :)

@ikarly03

Lyrics:

Keeping busy...

I believe that 'better keep busy' is as better as it is worse.
Surely it's worse when the busy is begot to banish the boredom.
Leaving the busy one bound by blocking the borders,
Blindly searching for business to busy one with before foraging
Behind the boredom that was abandoned for its blandness,
Too busy building up bricks around this boredom branded 'bad'
To see the bricks are no better but blatantly bland in equal measure,
To blame either busy or bored is too bold.
For they are only bells that ring in bereft of what we behold.
Neither blues nor blossoms bless either bane.
This blunder must be banished, so let it be brought plain,
That busy puts no bend in boredom but brings and sustains it,
And busy be not begone by boredom, the two be one and the same sh**
Off the busy grid, a bored member quit, I'll be going...

Incommunicado, Incognito for a Minute.

It's not that I don't like you and I don't like to be rude,
But communications overwhelming sometimes, the myriad,
And multitude of magnitudes, the amplitude, the platitudes,
And I don't have the aptitude to stay up in that altitude
Where the air is thin. I miss my quietude, the longitude,
My latitudes, my attitude of gratitude.
So if I am secluded don't conclude that I'm eluding you,
I'm renewing nudity of mood and equanimity,
Leave me in my room I'm...

Incommunicado, Incognito for a Minute.

Just a minute...
Okay, continue.

Incommunicado, Incognito for a Minute.

Has it been a minute?

Incommunicado, Incognito for a Minute

Un morceau en hommage à la "Reine du Pop Art"

Floating Glass, splintered pieces of snow
Haunting Shadows of the Scandinavian seas
Sketches of a broken night
Tend to mystify the grace of light
In a last and hopeless sight
Angels come and say mornin'

I'm a fountain of blood
In the Shape of a girl
I'm half child, half ancient

I'm a fountain of blood
In the Shape of a girl
I'm half child, half ancient
I'm a whisper in water

Peace Hunter and Guardian of Time
You count centuries when I blink an Eye

Floating Glass, splintered pieces of snow
Haunting Shadows of the Scandinavian seas
Sketches of a broken night
Tend to mystify the grace of light
In a last and hopeless sight
Angels come and say mornin' (mornin')

Follow the stream
Or swallow the Glime

Pleasure is all mine


Bridge:
Where is the line to a new world
Where is the line to a new world
(I said) Where is the line to a new world

Scatterhearts for their scatterlove
Bittercrops' now the food of dove
There is more to life than This.

Credits
Released on February 19, 2020
Recorded and written by Yohna Saïdé in her room.
Mixed by Eliot Hage Delbarre in his room.

Roaming Spirit

In The Eyes (Produced by Crickets Make Math)

“See How Life Turns Out For You”

Grandma is living in a retirement home for the old
Her family has money but not the means to care for her at home

See how life turns out for you!
Love your mom and father, too!

Grandma eats three meals daily in a room made up of antique chairs
She rarely has appetite and leaves most the food but no one’s ‘ware

See how life turns out for you!
Eat your meat and veggies, too!

Grandma hosts no one except the nurses with cold, pale, dry hands:
	They make her bed each morning
	They dress her while she’s squirming
	They hoist her in her wheelchair
They roll her here, there, everywhere
	They change her senior diapers
	They bathe her in the shower
	They give her pills to swallow
	They bed her til tomorrow

Grandma has no friends at the retirement home for the old
Residents tell her stories in which not a thing is ever told

See how life turns out for you!
Find good friends and keep them, too!

Someday you’ll be old, too!
Someday you’ll be alone, too!

Grandma plays bingo every Wednesday and Sunday after lunch
She always is winning but it never seems to amount to much

See how life turns out for you!
Practice bingo and rummy, too!

Grandma sits in bed waiting for visitors that never come:
	Her eldest is a royal bitch
	Her only son’s a narcissist
	Her middle is incompetent
	Her youngest is a bon vivant
	Her nephews are oblivious
	Her nieces are ridiculous
	Her friends are all sick and bed-rid
	Her husband’s dead, good luck for him

Grandma cries for the days when she could live her life all on her own
Recalls the past only fondly and laments the present with a moan

See how life turns out for you!
Care for body and mind, too!

Grandma will die in her retirement home for the old...

- - -
Music by Corey Ball

Lyrics by August Lysy

Music by Spencer Martin

See How Life Turns Out

Passenger

Bandcamp

It Takes Time to Settle

Pallete

Knife

Creature Feature

let's round the edges, let's rearrange, walk through the grassy fields, let's get away.
move past the stable, forgive the past, drop all your baggage here and fade away.
the wheels are falling off, and that's ok, let's move the mountains now, wash down the drain.
let's round the edges, let's feel the rain, walk through the grass, let's get away.

Let's Get Away

The sun
The sun it paints the sky
With beauty and regret
And as it fades tonight
So fades my silhouette

Winter solstice brings no solace
Just cold and lonely nights
The days are short and grey and hopeless
Entombed in bitter ice

I am headed, headed west

Death is in my sight today
As the sun goes to rest
For when my shadow's faded
What of me is left?

I am fractured, lost, and scattered
A transitory mist
If all I have is dust and ashes
I'll be swallowed into the abyss

I am headed, headed west
To join the sun in its descent

winter solstice

Welcome from Melbourne, Australia!  I recommend going to my playlists, as the track list is a bit of a mess.  I'm mostly focusing now on alternative rock/pop vocal tracks, but have a wide variety of genres.

Influences include Radiohead, The Beatles, Mike Oldfield, Silverchair, Pink Floyd, Grimes, White Stripes, Blur, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Throwing Muses, The Breeders, R.E.M., EMF, Talking Heads, David Byrne, David Bowie, Philip Glass, The Clouds, Beck, Queen, Godley & Creme, They Might Be Giants, Scott Joplin, and somehow the Coen Brothers!