superb atmospheric ambiance very nice track 

like all the elements that make up this instrumental!! very melodic and tastefully realized!! well done!!

A wonderful atmosphere! I like !!!  ❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

Silent Nemesis In The Mirror

We Are Dust

A second edition, if you will, of David's "Angels". I am very grateful to David for trusting me with his music.  You can hear more of his peaceful guitar music
@david-dunhamuser589535203.
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

On Angels' Wings : Second Flight (with David Dunham, Guitar)

Recuerdos

Out of the Box July 2022
"Set co-ordinates for Planet B... nymphets sighted!!"

Space Persuasion

16 track, recorded February-December 2022.  Anyone interested in trying some vocals, please contact me.

Let's meet in our dreams she said
As if we could find the keys to a secret kingdom
Where anything could happen
As if she knew
only magic could  keep this love alive

qsc: synthesizers, guitars+delay, fretless bass

Rehearsal for a dream (see description)

Windy Night (All At Home)

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

Neon Nights

Written by Terry Reeves, 1981
Recorded in a dusty attic, Wallington, Surrey, 1983
Terry Reeves: Vocals/ Guitar 
Brian Reeves: Guitar
John Palmer: Bass
Gary Reeves: Drums

Back in 1981, there was a major news item on the front of the tabloids involving two young teenagers who had committed suicide in a car. They left a note saying that there was no point in carrying on living as they had no job and no money. Unemployment was the highest it had ever been at that time, so it made the headlines. This song was my comment. There was nothing great about the Thatcher government and yes, I was there. (Terry Reeves)

LYRICS

Work hard at school and you will succeed
Get the pieces of paper that you need
You will get there if you are the best
But what happens to us, all the rest

CHORUS
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Discipline will curb your greed
Much more training's what you need
It's better now than it's ever been
Hard times like these we have never seen

CHORUS X 2

Lets tell the truth and not live a lie
No piece for us of that money pie
The youth are the future that's what we're told
But what will they tell us when we're too old

CHORUS X 2

So what's the point in carrying on
Growing up is just one big con
Haven't listened to a word that's said
Perhaps you'll listen when I'm dead

NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Final Choice - Root Division (1983)

Here's another in the series of semi-live recordings with Nat Daniels. Nat took an ancient recording I did back in the 80's and salvaged it, embellished it into something that gave me a really pleasant surprise. The song delivers a simple message about overlooking the most important aspects of our time in this life, often too willing to fall into step with what everyone else seems to be doing. Don't lose sight of the true relationships, the true friends and the simple, real connections. My thanks to Nat for her usual abilities to transform anything into a special experience.

Craig Durgy: guitar & vocals
Nat Daniels: piano, bass, vocals & production

Music & Lyrics by Craig Durgy

You count your blessings, you count your years
And the day’s long gone
You start undressing as another day nears
And your mind turns on
All of a sudden as the light’s dying down
You see what you could not
Love took a little but love took a little a lot

You’re working steady, you’re on the go
And the week’s long gone
The feeling’s petty but it’s all that you know
And you can’t slow down
All of a sudden as you’re driving home 
You look at the home that you’ve got
Love took a little but love took a little a lot

The radio plays and a sentiment stays
There’s a face that you’ve looked at for years
You idle in lines of idling minds
That unwind in their own rear view mirrors
The face is one, and then another
And it hurts as each one disappears

You’ve got a husband, you’ve got a wife
You’ve got a lover and the best things in life
You heard a story, you made it stick
No need to worry cause you laid it thick

Then in a moment, it’s happened before
The eyes in the mirror look away
They turn to someone you loved so much more
And you know what they’re trying to say
Ignore the moments and just earn your pay
Then you’re dead and you’re starting to rot
Love took a little but love took a little a lot

We Are Dust

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