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Real life

Something nice

Something Nice

A few weeks ago I first heard https://soundcloud.com/user-369089703/stay-original and could already feel the words filling my head before it had finished playing. The song reminded me of a favourite band of mine, Procol Harum because of the piano/organ arrangement. I asked if I could try to make a collaboration out of this wonderful melody and Pascal kindly agreed. Thank you so much for the opportunity Pascal and thank you for listening.

Music/Arrangement/Production/All instrumentation except drums - Pascal PAVY 
 @user-369089703
Drums - Loïc
Lyrics and Vocals - @markjbennett
Photography - Douglas Corrance

Stay just a little closer,
Take me in your arms until the morning has come.
Bring me just a little closer,
Who knows what the day might yet become?

Soon it will be dawn,
And will the dream be gone?
Why is it that we cannot make it last,
Forever?

Stay just a little longer,
Hold me in your arms until the morning has come.
Hold me just a little longer,
Who knows what the day might yet become?

Stay, stay, stay, stay

Now it’s close to dawn,
Why can’t we carry on?
Why is it that we cannot make it last,
Forever?

Stay just a little longer,
Hold me in your arms until the morning has come.
Hold me just a little longer,
We know only too well what’s to come.

Please stay

Stay - Pascal P. Musiques/MarkJBennett

Dick sent me this great instrumental long ago, full of details and different sections. I was too busy then, now I've enjoyed working on it at last !!

https://soundcloud.com/oorlab: composition, drums, bass, synths, guitars... all before 0:20 and most after that.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, lead guitar, pocket sax, and 40 years old school flute.

Letra  / Translated Lyrics:

(Coro:  /  Choir)
De coger café yo vengo  /  From collecting coffee I come
A coger café voy  /  To collect coffee I go

(Solista:  /  Lead:)
Quisiera ver lo que no vi,  /  I’d like to see what I didn’t see,
quisiera ir donde no fui,  /  I’d like to go where I didn’t go,
quisiera hacer lo que nunca hice…  /  I’d like to do what I never did…
… pero veo lo que no se ve,  /  … but I can see what cannot be seen,
voy donde nadie nunca fue,  /  I go where no one ever went,
y hago lo que no hace usted. /  and I do what you don’t do.

Picture by Carlos Duque Rangel: "Recolectores de café"
https://www.artelista.com/obra/2345713654034411-recolectores-de-cafe.html

De Coger Café (with Oorlab)

Orange Clouds

JEANNE D’ARC 
Jeanne d'Arc (1412 - 30 mai 1431) est considérée comme une héroïne de la France pour son rôle dans le siège d'Orléans et le couronnement de Charles VII de France pendant la guerre de Cent Ans contre l'Angleterre. Après avoir mené avec succès plusieurs actions militaires françaises, elle a été capturée, remise aux autorités anglaises, condamnée comme hérétique et brûlée sur le bûcher en 1431. Vingt-cinq ans plus tard, sa condamnation a été formellement annulée. Près de 500 ans après sa mort, elle a été canonisée comme sainte par l'Église catholique romaine.
Joan of Arc ( 1412 – 30 May 1431) is considered a heroine of France for her role in the siege of Orléans and the coronation of Charles VII of France during the Hundred Years' War against England. After successfully leading several French military actions, she was captured, handed over to English authorities, convicted as a heretic, and burnt at the stake in 1431. Twenty-five years later, her conviction was formally overturned. Nearly 500 years after her death, she was canonized as a saint by the Roman Catholic Church.
Backing track: Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/mythic-paploviante-open-colas
Lillithe : Production and Arrangement.
              Adding: sound effects, synths.

JEANNE D’ARC - Lillithe & Paploviante

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 07/2022.
Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

An Electro-Jazz track inspired by one of the very 
beautiful photos brought back by Julie during a recent 
trip to Tanzania.
Many thanks to Julie.

Une piste Electro-Jazz inspirée par l'une des très belles 
photos rapportée par Julie lors d'un récent voyage en 
Tanzanie.
Un grand merci à Julie.

Savanna

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
https://wouwouandthewormling.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://www.redbubble.com/people/thewormling/shop
https://www.patreon.com/wouwouandthewormling

This is the 6th song posted from the album I started using demo tracks given to me by Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the pandemic! This song was inspired by the mass shootings that plague the United States and the lack of progress this society and government makes toward increasing the safety and well being of all. I was recently surprised by an article in support of the “good guy with a gun” solution in a mainstream liberal news article. It’s basically the wild wild west out here still, lol. 

Big thanks to Wou Wou, Bit-zone, and Stricknice for sticking with me through this long project and being an awesome group to work with. And big thanks to The Magnetic Dog Sisters for working with me on this second track. I love their fresh experimental sound!

Track Credits:

The Magnetic Dog Sisters: Organs and Organ effects
Stricknice: Guitar additions, Samples and Sample Work, Ending Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
http://www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Bass, Lead Guitars, Synth, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

It’s true, dreams get shattered on a daily basis
You can see the disappointment on the multitudes faces
And on this occasion, even though I was sent to the ground I try to be gracious
As I watch the hind from behind, I plot how I’m still going to taste this 
Facts, I ain’t going to lie
Each time I try to sneak by the stag into his harem, I feel like I am less of a guy
I don’t know why I am always living in comparison
Stuck in this seasonal competition 
At the same time living in fear of becoming venison 
The life of an unfettered stag should be one of rugged individualism 
Yet here I am, alone and disappointed by my under actualized freedom, it’s embarrassing 
I walk alone once again and hear the birds singing
Try to let go of these dark thoughts that I’ve been thinking
It’s just me and this cool stream from which I’m drinking
The last thing I noticed was my ear ringing

I should have been running 
I should have had fear
Its clear that deaths near so you always 
Better beware 
I would have stared down that bullet 
If I knew it was my time
Look my maker in the eye 
As I’m about to die
Just as I was hitting my prime
With a fully aligned spine 
And a F.U. on my mind 
I would spit my cud on the ground 
And I would bellow out a sound
For the millions of lost deer to the round
Bullets of men, the scourge of the earth

The Shrike

The Shrike Pt. 2

The Magnetic Dog Sisters, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 2

Go Beyond

I’m honoured to take part in a fifth collaboration with the amazing Torbjørn and Jimmy. A development of a Torbjørn demo, this one is a straightforward, no nonsense rocker, play it loud.

Credits:-

Torbjørn:- Musical composition, Hammond Organ, Organ, String Synth, Bass, Drums, Percussion. https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv

Jimmy:- Lyrics, Vocal composition, Vocals. https://soundcloud.com/j-rivas

Dairv:- Guitars, Production, Mix, Mastering, Cover Art.

Mean Streets (Torbjørn Vagle  - Jimmy Rivas - Dairv Dubbleyew)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Tomorrow, 22 August 2022, marks ten years since my brother Bri died. Hard to believe. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. His ashes were released into the River Thames, from the towpath that runs alongside Fulham football ground (quaintly known as ‘Craven Cottage’). He’d been a lifelong supporter of the club so this seemed a very appropriate resting place for him.

For those unaware of the sporting ritual, nearly every year since 1839, there's been a boat race on The Thames between Oxford & Cambridge Universities, held on a course between Putney and Mortlake. It is quite the occasion, with crowds lining the banks of the river for much of the four mile, 374 yard distance. It is broadcast live by the BBC and the Fulham stadium can clearly be seen as the crews row past. Guess who we think of when that happens?

When we were kids, we lived on a housing estate just a couple of minutes from the river, so Boat Race Day was always special. Every family was either a vehement supporter of the light blues of Cambridge or the dark blues of Oxford which seemed quite normal at the time but, thinking back, appears quite odd now. We were all decidedly lower class, with precious little chance of attending any university, let alone Oxbridge. But I clearly remember having a punch up with another kid on the estate because he supported Oxford. Total madness…but in my defence, I was very young at the time.

The family ritual was to watch the race on the telly until it reached Hammersmith Bridge, run to the river to watch the boats go by and then run back to see the finish. You still hear folks say “We had to make our own fun in those days” and I rather think this custom now falls into that deeply enigmatic category.

So that’s how Bri’s death has become inextricably linked to The Boat Race and the thoughts I have of him when the drone cameras look down upon the crews as they zoom past Craven Cottage. The fond memories always win out over the political bewilderment…and, strange as it may seem, I still want Cambridge to win.

For you, Bri. We miss you. (Terry Reeves)

Ten years of ashes floating, reasons to find
Connected thoughts search sensitive mind
Watery echoes continue, grieving combined
Reluctant tidal memories, questions behind

Never to forget you're all part of me

Cambridge beat Oxford, repair some sorrow 
But cannot add smiles to a never tomorrow 
A two to one chance, exciting times borrow 
History growing up, running riverside to follow

Never to forget you're all part of me

Ten years have past left me standing here
No harmony practice, new song to appear
Every heartbeat 4/4 beat counting each year 
Independence not requested, vocal unclear

Never to forget you're all part of me

From Birth to final moments always there
No feeling exchanged or choosing to care
50 years of musical lifetime joined with stare 
Total love for a brother, dreams cannot share

Never to forget you're all part of me
Never to forget you’re all part of me

RELEASE THE ASHES - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Music & Piano: Jan Schonander

Got in my head that I wanted to play something with a little staccato and this is what came out. Also thought it would be a good idea to do all four seasons and recruited three pianists to complete the cycle. Delighted that Debra Buesking agreed to take on summer and here is a link to her wonderful interpretation:
https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/summer-interrupted-c/s-6ix0O3wrxbm

Two additional Soundcloud artists have agreed to tackle Fall and Winter and when their inspiration results in a track the links will be here too. I have also put together a playlist where all four tracks eventually will be in a collection. 
https://soundcloud.com/thegats/sets/four-seasons-interrupted/s-A8Hi6t3VNkV?si=a7457f3de6a241c3a68fc7f30c86a64c&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

I spent seventeen long winters in Stockholm. Funnily enough the most challenging season to me was always spring with all the false starts and long hiatuses. By the time it’s May and you can reasonably expect some warmish weather (defined as over 50F) it inevitably snows and destroys your planned weekend bike ride, or maybe you just have to keep your down jacket in the closet a few more weeks and leave your lighter clothes at the back of the closet. Of course, spring is the beginning of a period of more fun and games. Hopefully you can hear the pull between spring trying to break through and winter lingering on in this music.

This is a performance with no post recording edits. It is entirely in Gm except for 1 note intended to denote a dissonant interruption. I wonder who can locate that B.

Spring Interrupted

Contains a snippet of narration of H. P. Lovecraft's 'The Colour Out of Space' by Ian Gordon for HorrorBabble.

Lovecraftian Herb Garden

Comme Ça Que Je L'aime (the way i love her )

When https://soundcloud.com/ipg1, historical SC member, offered this open collab from one of his pages: https://soundcloud.com/level-one-up1/unused-multiples-140-bpm-open-for-collab, I was immediately inspired by the modern sound where I felt some rock wanting to get out!
IPG1: Try the link above to find his great prog-nu-hop-trap-track!
RUIZZOIDMAN: guitars, bass, added drums, lyrics from an old poem, vocals, choir.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics

TU AUSENCIA  /  YOUR ABSENCE

(Tu ausencia, tu ausencia…)  /  (Your absence, your absence...)

Hoy que la noche es oscura,  /  Today that the night is dark,
(y estridente)  /  (and strident)
hoy que la noche es brumosa,  /  today that the night is foggy,
hoy que la luna se oculta,  /  today that the moon is hidden,
(largamente)  /  (for long)
la soledad es odiosa.  /  loneliness is hateful.

Hoy que he roto la sonrisa,  /  Today that I broke my smile,
(del pasado)  /  (from the past)
hoy me grita la conciencia  /  today my conscience screams
para acrecentar la prisa,  /  to increase the hurry,
(demasiado)  /  (too much)
careciendo tu presencia.  /  lacking your presence.

El frío de esta noche que ya no es clara,  /  The cold of this night that is no longer clear,
¡el frío de esta noche me llueve tanto!  /  the cold of this night rains on me so much!
y estas gotas que ruedan por mi cara,  /  and these drops that roll down my face,
¿son gotas de lluvia, o son de llanto?  /  are they raindrops, or because of crying?
(¿Son gotas…)  /  (Are they drops...)

Un pasivo gris inunda mi mente,  /  A passive grayness floods my mind,
un gris silencioso que empaña el cielo,  /  a silent grey that steams the sky,
y estos tonos muertos que nadie vierte,  /  and these dead tones that no one pours,
¿son de la tormenta, o por mi duelo?  /  are they from the storm, or from my mourning?
(¿Son de la…)  /  (Are they from the...)

La gélida oscuridad que me viene  /  The cold darkness that comes to me
es la nube fatal de mi existencia,  /  is the fatal cloud of my existence,
pero el frío afilado que me hiere  /  but the sharp cold that hurts me
¿es frío por la noche, o por tu ausencia?  /  is it cold of night, or because of your absence?
(¿Es frío…)   /  (Is it cold...)

Tu Ausencia (with IPG1)

Rock A Car / 2022 Open Collab
At the request of several listeners I have removed the noise at 36 seconds and declared the track as open collaboration. 109 BPM.
Bass, Music and Mix Paploviante
Logic Pro X
Free Download
The track is downloadable as a mp3 file!
You can complete what you want!
If you publish it, you have to mention me in the description and title!

Rock A Car - Paploviante

■概要(Overview)
時々、命は何度も形を変えて存在し続けるような気がします。
例えばそれは空を飛ぶ鳥かもしれません。

Sometimes it feels like life continues to exist in many different forms.
For example, it may be a bird in flight.

■歌詞
「大丈夫だ」
大丈夫だよ　悲しまないで
振り返ってもいいから
僕がいつも　君のそばに　いるから

風を切るスピードで
この大空を飛ぶ
僕は鳥　見上げてよ
この僕を

上昇気流を　身体に感じ
僕の翼で　どこにでも
君の心を届けてあげる
君の大事なあの人へ

LaLaLa・・・

大丈夫だよ　君は頑張った
顔を上げて　いいんだよ
僕らいつも　正しいばっかり　ではない

どれだけの時間を
飛び続けただろう
僕は鳥　届けたい
今　君に

上昇気流を　覚えているかい？
君と二人で　旅したね
僕はいつでも　見守っている
僕の友達　君の事


寂しい時に　思い出して
空を見上げて　風を感じて

例え身体が　滅んでしまっても
花を咲かせよう　風を吹かせよう

大丈夫だ
大丈夫だ
大丈夫だ
大丈夫だ

■ Lyrics (Google translation)
"It's okay"
It's okay don't be sad
you can look back
It's okay because I'm always by your side

at a speed that cuts through the wind
fly in this sky
I'm a bird, look up
this me

Feel the rising air current in your body
anywhere with my wings
I'll carry your heart
To that person who is important to you

LaLaLa...

it's okay you did your best
It's okay to raise your face
We are not always right

How long have I been flying
I'm a bird I want to deliver to you now

Remember the updraft?
I traveled with you
I'm always watching over you
my friend about you


Remember when you're lonely
Look up at the sky and feel the wind

Even if my body perishes
Let the flowers bloom Let the wind blow

It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay

Daijoubu-dA

First attempt at (kind of) synthwave, which turned into a bit of a fusion when I added the rnb vocals 🙄😊

Thank you for listening ♥

Home Tonight

Tha Boss with Tha Sauce

Turn that heater up let’s thaw and defrost
 heat up that grill as the beat comes across 
 Blazing out your speaker yeah I’m here to set it off 
 and of course I keep it dope tha boss with the sauce 
like tha boss with the sauce

Seems like they’re all trying to fix me but the mix be dope 
I ain’t a rich motherfucker but I sure ain’t broke 
I focus on my vision hold on to my hope 
this is my life bitches not a practical joke
Ain’t never going to stop keep up stay woke 
and don’t act like I owe you cause I put in the work 
Ain’t stroking no Egos fuck it if you can’t cope
 I’m just doing me and I know the truth hurts
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

On point won’t stop the game’s not done 
I’m coming through step aside or better yet run 
if you’re too sensitive go on ———gone 
trying to stay positive now let’s get along 
Underground independent is how I get down 
check the narrative it’s on —-it’s on 
how many lives I live sum it up one 
how many fucks I give sum it up none
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

Don’t hate the hustle or the player———-hate the game———-hate the game
it’s easy when you’re judging from the outside ——looking in
recognize the obstacles———suggest you learn the name 
still thinking I’m a target —— check your aim—— check your aim
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

On point won’t stop the game’s not done 
I’m coming through step aside or better yet run 
if you’re too sensitive go on ———gone 
trying to stay positive now let’s get along 
Underground independent is how I get down 
check the narrative it’s on —-it’s on 
how many lives I live sum it up one 
how many fucks I give sum it up none
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

Tha Boss With Tha Sauce

Music video:
https://youtu.be/MVMYtWtD3Hs

featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
:
Memories flicker between yearning, sorrow, and hope at the moment you realize your loved one has gone. Sweet blessing is an alt-folk tune with southern gothic undertones.
It is the opening track off the d'ville EP:
soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville
:
------------------------lyrics

Sweet blessing,
why are you playing dead, eyes in the back of your head?
I know even though your skin is cold
You're playing the fool in me.

Just last week? Just last week 
you wrapped your pretty head around this old tree
and tried your best to drown 
but when darkness came down
Whispered please save me…

Sweet blessing come back, come back down 
Way down with your hands on the...
'Cause lately I've been thinking of
starting over as we grow young.

On Sundays you go to church alone
Leave your sister's children
Wondering why their two moms are so distracted…

When you come back
you come back, and break all the mirrors again
and scream that dying's the only fair thing
that's left in this world.

Sweet blessing come back, come back down 
Way down with your hands on the...
'Cause lately I've been thinking of
starting over as we grow young.

/violin solo @4catsncoffee/

Close those books
Close those books, they smell like dust and ghosts
These old words can't convey the pain
'cause our time is forever near us.

I know a place...
Know a place where almighty sky in the rain
Towers above the earth where we once lay

So bring that broken...
Broken violin with just one string
And I’ll, I'll bring the drums
and we'll sing and dance a play the darkness away.

Sweet blessing come back, come back down 
Way down with your hands on the...
'cause lately I've been thinking of
Starting over as we grow young.

d'ville

2020

Buy on Bandcamp

Sweet Blessing [ft. 4catsncoffee | video in description]

Track shows a very delicate theme and a quite hard-riffed part, both alternating and finally flowing up to an endless symphonic dream (words are half a poem I wrote previously (not these, but lyrics below)).

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

No despiertes (Sólo un sueño)  /  Don’t you wake up (Only a dream)

No... despierta... no... no despiertes  /  No ... wake up ... no ... don’t you wake up
no, cuidado... no despiertes, na na na na na...  /  no, take care ... don’t you wake up, na na na na na…
... despierta al fin y date cuenta  /  ... wake up at last and realize
de que todo ha sido un sueño, na na na na na...  /  everything has been a dream, na na na na na...

Una vez más, nervios y resentimiento,  /  Once again, nerves and resentment,
todo en mi vida es sueño, sólo ha sido eso.  /  everything in my life is a dream, it has only been so.

Y de nuevo, con el tiempo,  /  And again, with time,
incubando un nuevo sueño,  /  incubating a new dream,
me voy hundiendo en mis propios brazos,  /  I am sinking in my own arms,
me acuno, me canto y me voy acostumbrando...  /  cradle myself, sing to myself and get used...

Otro escenario, otros personajes,  /  Another stage, other characters,
la misma historia, na na na na na...  /  the same story, na na na na na...
que durará un día, un milenio,  /  which will last one day, a millenium,
toda mi vida, na na na na na...  /  all my life, na na na na na...

Pero sin duda vendrán a despertarme  /  But undoubtedly the laughs of people
las risas de la gente, alguna tarde.  /  will come to wake me up, any evening.

Y entonces, con miedo...  /  And then, fearfully...

No... despierta… no… no despiertes (…)  /  No ... wake up ... no ... don’t you wake up (…)

No despiertes (Sólo un sueño)

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