Name: The - Rathlin - See by Dunlooser in Beautiful Thing: 20 Incredible new songs from the SoundCloud community
Duration: 5 min 33 s
Description: A set of some lovely vibrant jigs and reels done my way.

@tradladsaughrim: Thanks Martin. It's a fine tune.

Very exciting music and great arrangement.

rockin' vibrant jig! stirs me up and gets me moving!

Beautiful Thing: 20 Incredible new songs from the SoundCloud community

A set of some lovely vibrant jigs and reels done my way.

The - Rathlin - See

We worked pretty hard on this percussion and drum arrangement.
As I was putting the final touches on the mix I started liking listening to it reduced in various ways.

Here is the whole song reduced (mostly) to just the drum parts.
I left some of the synth stuff in there on this run to give it a little color.

This is a drum take, three floor tom overdubs, various trashy snare sounds both real and manufactured, some triggers, samples, and manually sequenced electronic percussion stuff I wrote on the piano roll in the daw.

Hope you enjoy this, the finished track from our end is coming next.

I have enabled downloads on this in case you want to do something of your own on it. Slice and dice it, chop it up, use parts of it - whatever. It is fairly well on the grid and I think it is 90bpm though I am not entirely certain of that because I forgot to look before I uploaded it lol. Time signatures are weird. 9/4 and 5/4 and 4/4 alternating. If you need something removed just shoot me a message and I will mute whatever track and burn you a new mix even. That's how nice we are.

If you do something with it, please let us know, send us the link, and remember to give attribution to "Mystic Tape Deck."

Raiding the Halls (reduced - dl enabled)

Paul, Mark, Mike & Otto -
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Flying Whale

Poem: by Emily Dickinson (Hope. from 1862)
Hope is so beautifully described in Emily Dickinson's poem. Hope, like a fragile bird, or like a storm. The hope we carry within us.
Piano , keys, and instrumental composition: Yann Kifer @annkifer
Vocal, vocal composition and photo: Oddrun Eikli
Thank you so much for this JOY Yann. Thank you from my heart.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (10. desember 1830- 15. mai 1886)

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

'"Hope" is the thing with feathers is one of the best known of Emily Dickinson's poems. An extended metaphor, it likens the concept of hope to a feathered bird that is permanently perched in the soul of every human. There it sings, never stopping in its quest to inspire.

Emily Dickinson wrote this poem in 1862, a prolific year for her poetry, one of nearly 1,800 poems she penned during her lifetime. Only seven of these were published while she was still alive. Her sister, Lavinia, collected and helped publish all of her poems after Emily's death in 1886.

Her poetry was highly original but was dismissed or simply misunderstood when she sent her work out for appraisal or publication. It was only after she had passed away and her poems circulated more widely that critics began to appreciate her genius.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers. Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli.

How To Lie With Statistics.  2021 Janine Levinson

You take the bottom
You take the top
You take the middle
And add them up
Then you divide
So everyone is average

And then you talk 
About it all
You make it so
You smooth it out
If you don't speak
Don't say the word
Then it won't be

May it never be

The sound of the word makes you average
And when you say the word it makes you average
And time will see what becomes of me
'Cause I don't believe in average

And so you speak
You speak the word
Then everyone is indistinct
The twenty-four, the ninety-three
The thirty-five, the seventeen

And not a one will hear his name
But instead will stand in line
And just because the world is round
Will join their hands and always rhyme

The sound of the word makes you average
And when you say the word it makes you average
And time will see what becomes of me
'Cause I don't believe the averages

Average things in a special design
Special things in an average design
Some times in your life, in your lifetime
Special things in a special design

You take the bottom
You take the top
You take the middle
You add them up
Then you divide
So everyone is average

And then you talk 
About it all
And wonder what
What can it mean
To then divide 
To find the mean
Of ninety five and seventeen

The sound of the word makes you average
When you say the word it makes you average
I don't believe in average

How to Lie with Statistics

Chris: Lyrics & melody arrangement/vocals/Brauchli lapslide/audio engineering
Martin: Bass, rhythm, main guitars, shruti, instrumental arrangement & recording.
Another collaboration re-imagining the tradition, with Martin Kirwan…we’ve made this one a free download if you enjoy it. Martin has composed and played the instrumental on layered guitar tracks and shruti, and I've re-arranged the lyrics and vocal melody. As always, I'm blown away by his beautiful playing and imaginative blending of cultural sounds. https://soundcloud.com/tradladsaughrim

This gem can be found in Buntings Ancient Music of Ireland, and the "literal  translation from the original Irish" was undertaken by a Miss Mary Balfour, (there is a slightly different  translation in my 1897 book The Minstrelsy of Ireland). 
The original Irish song was believed to have been collected by an agent of Bunting's associates the McCrackens - a man called Patrick Lynch...who collected over 200 songs from singers around the Mayo area in the early 1800's but this man was never acknowledged in the publication. 
The original tune was believed to have been first published as "Ye Trugh" by Neal in 1724, but Bunting got it from Charles Byrne at a harpist's gathering around the 1790's.

"Arise from thy slumbers, oh fairest of maids!
With me wilt thou wander to Truigha's green shades,
Where sorrel and bright rowan berries abound,
And nuts in rich clusters the branches have crowned.

A bed of fresh ivy to rest thee I'll bring,
The blackbirds and thrushes around us shall sing,
And there with unceasing attachment I'll prove,
How soothing the cares of affection and love.

In my contemporary arrangement I've made the English lyrics flow a bit better. 

Photo by Chris Okunbor

An Seann Triuca

An Seann Triuća (The Old Truigha) Trad. arr. Okunbor & Kirwan. Free download if you like it

Despite the fact that the year was very difficult, I decided to finish it on a positive note and recorded a new track, the last one this year. I dedicate this work to all my friends and listeners here on my favorite Soundcloud and on Facebook, to everyone who has supported me all these years. You are beautiful people to me! Many people will find their photos on the cover of the track)) I wish you all the best, happiness and peace! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you! Enjoy listening)

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Return Trip

Improvisation by church mode.
movie :Movie :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8O8C-alrxs8
Sora :piano
Keigo Bigpapa sano :Violin,Pianica
Mori:Synth Lead(wood)

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A short song that expresses the damages of two people growing apart. The lead vocal and guitar was recorded live and raw and Nat added her lovely piano, vocals and bass lines to produce a more polished track and an expressive lament.

Copyright 2022 Daniels & Durgy * Gentle Rain Records 
Written, Performed and Produced by: Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
Nat Daniels: vocals, piano, bass and production
Craig Durgy: vocals and guitar

Lyrics;
Black and Blue

I don’t know, what to tell you
Or why we’re so, very black and blue

There’s that look, that reveals you
Here’s the toll it took, left without a clue

You ask questions, I tell lies
And in succession, alibis, us time
Only time

I’m the black, sheep among ewes
Always leading back, to the black and blues

You’re the blue, where all is true 
It’s so plain to you, there’s no other view

You ask questions, I tell lies
And in succession, alibis, us time
Only time

You’ll not step, within my shoes
A promise kept, embrace and bruise

And time is all that’s left to lose
As we find ourselves in the black and blues

Black and Blue

Black And Blue (LIVE)

Le cœur vert      Texte Camille C

Viens, on arrête de s’mentir on se parle 
Faire semblant ça fatigue, ça fait mal
C’est en train de me bouffer les entrailles
Je veux plus jouer faut tout qu’on déballe

Je sais pas si c’est possible de recoller des firmaments 
Je pense que ça vaut le coup, d’essayer de le faire vraiment 
Est-il possible de rallumer un ciel noir ?  
Et peut-on vivre quand on ne peut plus voir ?

Viens, ça suffit de se voiler la face
Il est temps que se brise la glace
Toi tu te caches derrière tes grimaces
Pendant que notre histoire boit la tasse
 
Je sais pas si c’est possible de replanter des étoiles 
J’ai jamais eu la main verte mais en se donnant un peu de mal 
Poussent-elles là où il n’y à plus rien à boire ?
Peut-être en étant douce, en gardant espoir

Viens, on se remet des étoiles plein les yeux
On n’a pas été bon, trop paresseux
A l’intérieur de moi ça sonne creux
Je suffoque sous ce ciel gris, orageux 

Je sais pas si c’est possible de cultiver ce qui n’est plus là 
Peut-être qu’avec du temps, peut être que si l’on y croit 
la vie peut-elle renaître de ces cendres ?
Comment faire pour que le ciel m’entende ?

Refrain : 

Je n’ai pas le cœur vert, pas de ceux qui prospèrent
Et qui savent transformer en oasis les déserts
Je n’ai pas le cœur vert pas de ceux qui grandissent
Et qui nous font se sentir bien moins petit et triste 
Je n’ai pas le cœur vert pas de ceux qui élèvent
Qui soigne de leur amour nourrissent de leur sève
Je n’ai pas le cœur vert et aucun papillon
Sur mon cœur de verre ne termine la saison

Le Coeur Vert    Texte Camille Courtial   chant : JuliA

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::  STOWAWAY  ::

A winter take off 
A summer touch down
Leave it all behind 
Oh! A new world
With old dreams
A new time ... so it seems

Stowaway 
Inside information - never seen or found
Hide away! Its only in the mind...in the mind

It's simple to understand - when eyes get a clearer view
Your soul can heal in time...

Brave adventure 
Broad horizons
Everything should change - by now it should change...
A winter touch down - the clouds not lifting
One day it may fade from grey...

Stowaway
Inside information - never seen or found
Hide away! She's only in your mind...In your mind 

MOIR 2006

Stowaway

Only  what  Liberates 3.

Composed & produced by: Chivicke home-Studio/2017

Esnifando sueños

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