wow you have a beautiful voice!! very intimate sound with lots of emotional pull through not only your lyrics, but your voice. wonderful song

J'ai Peur-  Mix 3

The horrific situation in Ukraine is on everyone's mind - Gathered to tell our story here are great friends and musicians who bring their hearts to the unfolding situation. Sennid Simon's super soulful lyrics and groove are so welcoming. Our two exceptional guitarists - Stephan Lipinski and Lou Taverna - alternate a total of 6 not to be missed burning solos across the funk, Georg Boehme's tight baritone sax adds glue with both funky inside and outside playing and Sergio Parraga's exciting congas and lead quinto drive it all forward and add to the tension. Lou's added some additional rhythm and harmony guitar parts for even more color.
Just doing our musical thing for Ukraine and freedom...

Follow these fine musicians:
@sennid
@pinner
@louis-taverna
@sergioparraga

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares. And continuing prayers for Ukraine...

Funk The War - Sennid Simon / Stephan Lipinski / Lou Taverna / Sergio Parraga / Jamie Rhind

caught me wishing,
summer swelter and 
i can't sleep

turned out the lights,
picked up my phone,
she had something to say to me

she said, "i've got your number,
i'm in the fears you're voicing,"
picked up the phone and she said

my love, my love
don't fall asleep,
running through the aisles
i've got no more tears to weep

caught me wishing
i could let go and land
on my feet

caught me wishing, in my dreams 
i have everything - holding conversation, 
an ovation at the ease

she said, "i've got your number,
i'm in the fears you're voicing
and if you look around they all
had better choices!"
she said, "i've got your number,
i'm in the fears you're voicing!"
picked up the phone and she said

my love, my love,
don't fall asleep,
running through the aisles
i've got no more tears
to weep

150 (my love)

tangerine sky

Funny Kind of Sad

Rise from the Depths

Where Am I?

Where Am I? (instrumental)

Another acoustic song wrote during lockdown about the strength my wife gives me.
Conscience of Kings have already recorded a studio version previously not released.

For All The Above (2- Acoustic Sky Sessions)

A collab between Dred Fouglas & Shadow of the Hatman.

Dred Fouglas: Vox, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Lyrics
Shadow of the Hatman: Drums, Backing Vox

Lyrics:

This bitter road is all I’ve known
Pitch black and ever winding
like the spine of some spiteful soul
Here no light can find me
Only nightmares and crushing lows
down this trail of misfortune
Born to spread this grief that fills my lungs,
‘cause grief is my infection

Breathe it in, to me it feels like home
It feels like rain when you’re alone 
A dying friend when you need them most
A violin when it plays sad notes A candle blowing out when you see your loved one’s ghost 

This bitter road will not dead end,
I just pave it further every day
Made from all the things I try to forget
as they burn away my brain

Breathe it in, to me it smells like home
It feels like shame when you atone
A dying dream when you want it most
A bloody hand when you cut too close A glimpse of paradise when you’re trapped on Bitter Road

There is no wind that blows
No pretty trees or stars
And I don’t remember 
where they’ve gone
The darkness pressed against my skin
I’ve lost the will to care
The man that’s standing here is gone, gone, gone
There is no weapon greater than the emotional scar
This bitter road is my cell

Bitter Road

(After Math. Before Spelling. A love that could not be. The true story of two best friends, trapped in My Own Private Manitoba.)

Trying to sing a sunrise,
from out the letting of our bad blood,
but your silence speaks,my knees weak,
beneath the flow of the flood,

Honestly, can't you see,this is me,
trying to be what you want,
except i couldn't and can't,
not a promise or pant, could i haunt,

desolation darkens the door,
where i dress up in my death,
but that's life, and it's rife,with this strife,
the clock breaking with each breath,

and now the hands never meet,
so we'll stare at our feet,with interest,
and the numbers don't count,
up to any amount, i confess,

Wager me, i'll be wringing the words,
from my clotted throat,
Wager me, and the tracks that we marked,
bid a baleful bloat,

Wager me,
for i told the truth,
and you broke my mirror,

It must be all my fault,
if we don't appear,
is our reflection gone?
is that the path we're on?
out from the sinking streets,
of the quicksand concrete,

you know my scars still sing...

Apologies to fall from my lips,
are only tears in the rain,
in the muddle of this puddle,
I would catch your refection again,
but for the reality that my proximity,
imparts pain,
and the truth is that noose of abuse,
swinging loose in my brain,

Sorry is the name of the blame,
that bides a world without friends,
where confessions of love, are made of,
old shames and long lost loose ends,

And every poor Palindrome,
a once and future home to forsake,
until they're lost in the cost,
of destruction that they'll leave in their wake,

Palindrome

It's been some time. I'm still here trying to avoid becoming an AI version of myself. 

If you find the time 
To take the test, you take the test 
The serum we confine 
An aftertaste
Of buried treasure 

The bell will start to chime.
And you will talk, they always talk 
The task you will assign
Is derelict 
Without a measure 

See me my friend in present tense
Dance to the end and then make sense
Of this new illusion
 
Free me my friend of this pretence
Love to the end 
At my defence
Of this new illusion

And the colour-blind 
The broken light, the broken light
A fever to the mind 
A distant sight 
Upon a river  

In the garden of life 
And you will breathe, you will breathe 
The flower of the knife
A pentacle 
Will make you shiver

You will sleep
You will dream
You will feel
You will hope
You will break
You will steal

See me my friend in present tense
Dance to the end and then make sense
Of this new illusion
 
Free me my friend of this pretence
Love to the end 
At my defence
Of this new illusion

New Illusion

Bois Mes Règles

cursed demos :^) 
🍓🫧🖍💌🧚🏻‍♀️

150 (my love)

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