I know it takes all kinds but Lord what a fine mess!

Some of Us/Eddie Shook+Matt Shook

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When I wrote this duet, I had Amanda Sanderson's distinctively beautiful voice in mind. The song itself is an outgrowth or continuation of a poetry collection I published a few years ago, "The Book of Arabella."
Both the song and the poems are about a mysterious, otherworldly woman, Arabella, who feels trapped in a marriage, trapped in fact in her human body.
Here's a link to that poetry collection for the curious:
https://www.library.wisc.edu/parallelpress/pp-catalog/poetry-series/2014-2/the-book-of-arabella/
(...and yes, that is actually our cat in the photo on the big clock above the piano)
Instruments used:
All three guitar tracks played on my Gretsch 5622T
plus Fender (Squier) Jaguar SS bass
Angel chorus sung by angels...well, actually Alchemy synth
Amanda's SoundCloud page: https://soundcloud.com/phoebeelena
Recorded in Logic Pro using hardware tube preamps and compressors.

***Cat on a Clock***
(Words & music by Timothy Walsh)
Verse 1 (Him)
You come softly down the stairs into my waiting arms.
Hand you coffee, touch your hair…it seems that you’re not there.
I don’t say it but I know, on this special day,
your body’s here with me, but you’re a million miles away.
I don’t say it—I don’t want to tell no one—
You’re going nowhere but you’re always on the run.

Verse 2 (Arabella)
Morning comes, I stretch in bed, see the sun come through the blinds.
Hear you in the kitchen there, smell the coffee so divine.
I rub my eyes, decide if I can slide into this day,
or maybe spread my wings and softly fly away.
I don’t know why I’m so restless in this world.
It’s like I’m from some country where I can’t return.

CHORUS:
You’re like a cat upon a clock sleeping in the sun,
whiling away your time on earth until our day is done.
Just like a cat upon a clock dreaming through the day
while the world outside goes on and softly spins away.

Verse 3 (Him)
Twilight comes and I see you in the garden where
the cedars and the pines are your sisters in the sky.
You walk out among the herbs, barefoot on the bricks,
smell the chervil and the thyme that never ask you why.
You’re so lost to me I don’t know what I’ll do.
I’m so in love with every single thing you do.

Verse 4 (Arabella)
Some days I wish that I could go flying through the sky—
spread my wings just like a crow and take off with a sigh.
Somewhere beyond the moon, I think I’ll find my home,
far away from this earth and this house of flesh and bone.
I’m not angry, I just don’t know how to say
I’m a creature not like you in any way.

CHORUS (sung twice)

Cat on a Clock

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Cat On A Clock (early demo mix)

Vocal music & Lyrics by REKHA https://soundcloud.com/rekha-iyern-fe
Music & all instruments, production by Jan Schonander @thegats

FELINE FEVER

You are my prized possession
My one and only obsession
I'm never gonna give you up
Give you up
Oh-No not me
No-No

You are my true desire
My boy flamin' fire
You're the only one who brings on
This high feline-fever in me

And when the lights go down at night
I'm gonna put my naughty on strong
Well it's what you want
I'm gonna make you sweat
Til' you can't sweat no more

Cuz' Y-O-U Baby
Are makin' me wild and crazy
You know how to turn your woman on
Without even tryin'

Cuz' Y-O-U Honey
Are makin' me wild and crazy
Your boy flamin'-fire 
Turns me right on
So goo-ood

It's in the way you walk
It's in the way you talk
Ahn, it's in the way you dress 
You know it messes with my head
It messes with my head

It's in the way you look at me
Gazin' all so prettily
Baby you're turnin' it on
You're turnin' it ah-on
Wo-Oh...Oh

You are my Baby
I need you to make me wild and
Wild and crazy Baby, Darlin', Honey Bun

Cuz' Y-O-U Baby
Are makin me wild and crazy
You know how to turn your woman on 
Without even tryin' now

Feline Fever

Feline Fever | REKHA & TheGat(s)

I can’t help but stare                                                    
At the way you comb your hair                                   
Oh man this is not fair                                                 
To me                                                                             
Mr. fancy free

Baby I no longer know                                                 
Why the sound of your voice delights me so            
Curl up close and make heart rate go                      
Through the roof                                                          

Flash those baby blues and I’ll                                  
Flop around like a fish for a while                             
But in the the end                                                       
I’ll reconcile                                                                 
With my fate
Why did I wait?
 
Pull the wool right over my eyes
Cast your spell, hypnotize 
My life is better when I don’t realize
It’s been
Burglarized

Oh you make me fade my lover
And it's such a gift to take a trip
Away
From myself

When I look at the parts and pieces
I can’t believe how they form a cohesive
Hold on me it’s a psychokinesis
Of my soul

If this is all I ever have
I can’t complain, it ain’t so bad
I might be harnessed but I’m sure not sad
With you

I Can't Help It

Marco Lucchi : piano and fx

5 agosto 2020

Dobrada à Moda do Porto

Um dia, num restaurante, fora do espaço e do tempo,
Serviram-me o amor como dobrada fria.
Disse delicadamente ao missionário da cozinha
Que a preferia quente,
Que a dobrada (e era à moda do Porto) nunca se come fria.

Impacientaram-se comigo.
Nunca se pode ter razão, nem num restaurante.
Não comi, não pedi outra coisa, paguei a conta,
E vim passear para toda a rua.

Quem sabe o que isto quer dizer?
Eu não sei, e foi comigo …

(Sei muito bem que na infância de toda a gente houve um jardim,
Particular ou público, ou do vizinho.
Sei muito bem que brincarmos era o dono dele.
E que a tristeza é de hoje).

Sei isso muitas vezes,
Mas, se eu pedi amor, porque é que me trouxeram
Dobrada à moda do Porto fria?
Não é prato que se possa comer frio,
Mas trouxeram-mo frio.
Não me queixei, mas estava frio,
Nunca se pode comer frio, mas veio frio.

Poesias de Álvaro de Campos. Fernando Pessoa, Lisboa: Ática, 1944

piano patterns no 1

Music, Morten Jeamland & PJ
Keyboard, synth, congas, sound effect, production & mix, Morten Jeamland
Drums, bass & guitars, PJ

Fresh Summer Breeze W/ Morten Jeamland

22/August/2020

Rumours (featuring Jussi Welin)

This is a re-recording of a former improvisation. Tighter performance and different register on the accordion. Also remixed.

Dove va il tuo cuore, Giuseppina? [an original piece for Piano and Accordion]

Wow and Flutter

I would like
float in the sea
of the pretty eyes,
Melt me in a tear.
Wrap me in a crunch.
I want to question
gently to water.
Imagine the curves of a fairy.
Disappear in your ears
I want to play in the deepest
of a human being.

Sleep in a truth

Empathize with calm lakes.