Some great songs from some Fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

AB Playlist 082 Part 2

AB Playlist 083 Part 1

The Latest songs from some fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own,

Playlist 076

Well, I'm far too gone for any social please
And I crushed the odds but I'm far from free
Gotta find a way to sustain
This numb feeling cause' it's always

In my head again
when I'm feeling this adrenaline
Of the whiskey that's been kickin' in
I hope that this will never end, I said
In my head again
When the problems started from within
And the truth begins a sinkin' in
I'm beggin' please just make this end, yeah

OH! I gotta feel it, getting near it all
Opened up a void that was a hole
Pour it down until it warms the soul
Gotta feel it, getting near it all

Feeling far too gone for any 'socialing'
And I'm way too young to have this disease
So you think I'm wrong? Let me tell you right
How I've all but won this fight

In my head again
when I'm feeling this adrenaline
Of the whiskey that's been kickin' in
I hope that this will never end, I said
In my head again
When the problems started from within
And the truth begins a sinkin' in
I'm beggin' please just make this end, yeah

OH! I gotta feel it, getting near it all
Opened up a void that was a hole
Pour it down until it warms the soul
Gotta feel it, getting near it all (x2)

Far Too Gone

It is common nowadays to mix tapping with riffing and fast playing on low strings, but if you slide the tapping and add a fourth degree to the root, it sounds very interesting. The titles and songs have no meaning. I hope you enjoy it.

Creatures Of Tragedy

Cut through the static—Three Photons is broadcasting pure analog soul from a rain-slicked midnight in Chicago

I have been playing around with.....ii V I progressions and the Bebop A dominant scale. I call this one an Indie Dark Jazz flavor. Hope you will like some part of it and maybe hum along before it ends..... 
Thank you René for feedback on the first draft! 

Live from Chicago 
Written by TJG March 2021
Mix 1: March 23, 2021

Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio
Guitars
Rhythm 1: Guild DV52
Rhythm 2: Les Paul Standard
Lead1: Fender Stratocaster
Bass: Fender Squire

Percussion: 
Pearl Cajon Mach 2 – with brushes
Pearl Hi Hat with Zildjian symbols - with brushes - no idea what I'm doing here, but I like working the foot pedal. 

Mics: Neumann TLM 67 (vocal)
AGK 414 & Shure KSM44 on guitars, cajon and hi hat

Software: Pro Tools
Vocals: TG

Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape. I used an input and output transformer to give some additional harmonic distortion......I just like pushing the buttons and watching the reels spin…;-)


Verse 1
They’re all buying guns
To take a shot at you
But you’re still smiling
Because you died a long time ago
Two bullets through your soul

Refrain 1
It’s live from Chicago
Let the camera roll 
It’s live from Chicago

Verse 2
When the morning breaks
The camera fades away
But you’re still smiling
Because you’re still standing tall
Two bullets through your soul

Refrain2
Let the camera roll 
It’s live from Chicago
How was I to know?
Two bullets through your soul
It's live from Chicago

outro
How was I to know?
It's live from Chicago....

Let the camera roll
It's live from Chicago
How was I to know?
Two bullets through your soul
It's live from Chicago
How was I to know?
Two bullets through your soul
Here in Chicago
How was I to know?
Two bullets through your soul
let the cameras roll
let the cameras roll
it's life in Chicago
it's life in Chicago

Two bullets through your soul
It's live from Chicago

Live from Chicago

Drowning (Prod. PACMAN)

Production @pacman-mic-mastery
Cover art @time2cclear

Thank you for listening!

Drowning (Prod. PACMAN)

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

Check out the video for this track: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRwnjh97Wh4

House of The Rising Sun. - Instrumental Version

House Of The Risng Sun - Instrumental Version

Walk forever
written by TJG December 17, 2020
mix 1: December 20, 2020
mix 2: Jan 9, 2021 output transformer engaged on tape machine
cover art: TJG somewhere in china

Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio

Guitars
Rhythm: Guild DV52
Lead: Fender Stratocaster
Bass: Fender Squire

Mics: Neumann TLM 67 and AKG C414 XLS
Drums: single hand drum played by TG
Software: Pro Tools
Vocals: TG

Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape. 



Lyrics

Verse 1
wanna walk forever
in a day
walk right next to you
wanna take it down
to the rivers edge
see what we can do

refrain
you must be strong
to carry on
doing what you do
oh yeah
doing what you do

verse 2
crazy days and crazy nights
it's who we are
you know we'll make it through
nothing lasts forever
we'll carry on
doing what we do

refrain
you must be strong
to carry on
doing what you do
oh yeah
doing what you do

Verse 3
wanna walk forever
in a day
walk right next to you
wanna take it down
to the rivers edge
see what we can do

refrain
you must be strong
to carry on
doing what you do
oh yeah
doing what you do

Outro
you must be strong
you must be strong....

Walk forever

Just a bit of fun to finish, lots of effects everywhere. Just a bit of experimentation :)

Reach The Sun

Gabillard Laurent - Badman (Killer Mix) [Explicit]
Date de sortie: 01/12/2020
Nombre de disques: VOLUME 1 
Label: iM Electronica
Copyright: ℗© Gabillard Laurent
Durée totale: 4:01
Genres: Electro House

BADMAN

Gabillard Laurent - Badman (Killer Mix) [Explicit]

THE SONG WITH NO NAME
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Coptright AB Music 2021
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9wTEzWb6-E

WHEN WILL THE DAYLIGHT COME
THERE'S NO MORE SKY LIVING INSIDE
WHEN WILL THE LIGHT COME ON
WHEN YOU GET HOME   A FLASH OF LIGHT

BUT LIFE WILL PASS US BYE
AND NEVER SAY GOODNIGHT
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE

WHICH WAY DOES THE RIVER FLOW
IT'S LOOKING REAL DRY EXCEPT WHEN I CRY
THE MOON AND THE SUN WILL RISE
AND EVERYDAY   THEY CALL YOUR NAME

A LIFE OF RIGHT AND WRONG
A NEVER ENDING SONG
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE
(Break)
THE TICKING OF TIME GOES BYE
THE MEMORY LANE IS FADING AWAY
THE WAVES ARE ALL CRASHING DOWN
AND EVERYDAY HAS NO NAME

SO LIFE WILL PASS YOU BYE
THE PUNISHMENT FITS THE CRIME
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE

THE SONG WITH NO NAME

BeOk

Searching 

Searching, only nothing found, 
only hollow sounds, called it a day. 
Woke up, read a book I found, 
called the face of clowns, with mirrored page. 

But I don't need no make-up, 
my vacant stare's my disguise. 
The strings you pull, they don't make it. 
I'm not a toy you can wind. 

Searching, only nothing found. 
Hoping, it'll all go down. 

But I don't need no make-up, 
my vacant stare's my disguise. 
The strings you pull, they don't make it. 
I'm not a toy you can wind. 

Searching, only nothing found. 
Hoping, it'll all go down. 

Searching, only nothing found, 
only hollow sounds, called it a day.

 ©1988 Eric Linn Richardson

Searching

From the B.R. archives (Lo-Fi 4trk)

YOU’RE TOO HIGH

You’re too high my friends, have I stayed long?
Please do try my friends, do weather along.
I’ve seen all of you, sitting in stone.
Chewing on words, confused by their tones.
Waste has been found, compassion grows old.
While you just sit back and let your eyes roll.

There’s always been a question, on my mind,
Of answers of wisdom, that show me no vision.
There’s always been three words, just too high.
And now I see reasons, for my disposition.

Wouldn’t you say we were too high?
Too High.
Wouldn’t you say we were too high?
Too High.
You’re too high. You seem far away.
You’re too high. You seem locked away.
You’re too high. You seem far away.
You’re too high. You seem so locked away.

You’re too high my friends, have I stayed long?
Please do try my friends, do weather along.
I’ve seen all of you sitting in stone.
Chewing on words, confused by their tones,
tones, tones, stones, stones, stone, stone, stone, stone

(c) 1978 Eric L. Richardson / EMU

You're Too High (Lo-Fi)

Does anyone know who the lady is, that's giving me the 'nose hook'?
If so, please message me the name...
Great artist and people here on SoundCloud and thanks to all the musicians who post on SC. 
Good health to all those under your 'Umbrella of life'.

A good atmosphere to you..🌎

Searching

EMU (The original)