lyrics:

No matter what you say
All words will fail
Repeating yourself again
and soon you'll fade away
From here till the dawn
Gonna try to be a son
and then it's all for fun 
Don't wanna die alone..

Through the window pane
or heaven above
I'm feeling blue again


© 2022  Ion / Alex / Seyh Su- ℗ Opal Tribe
All Rights Reserved

Music by: Ion, Alex

Alex: guitar solo, bass

Ion: piano, synths, rhythm guitar, acoustic guitar, bass, bouzouki, drum programming, back vocals

Seyh Su: vocals

Pericles: bass

Yannis: acoustic guitar, bass, back vocals

Mixing: Chris Tsiolis, Ion

Mastering: Steve Dickins

Artwork "The Trees Have Eyes" 
© 2022 ℗ Opal Tribe


Gaijin (Medley)

© 2022, Ion - ℗ Opal Tribe, All Rights Reserved

Artwork "Dollhouse"
© 2022 ℗ Opal Tribe

Heart of Ice

This singalong was written during my young idealistic days, based on the amusing stories of Giovanni Guareschi. I thought I’d drag it out of the archives for a bit of fun!

Little World (Brian Peters)

The world of Don Camillo is a little place
Sitting on the River Po
Work enough for living, time enough to wait
And there’s space enough to grow

The faith of Don Camillo is a simple grace
Patient as the river flow
Taking up within the sphere of earthly ways
And he knows it must be so
-
We all live in a little world
We can make it grow
We all keep the universe
And we know it must be so
-
The God of Don Camillo has a human face
Watching as they come and go
Sharing in a knowledge that is people based
And He knows it must be so

Little World

Living like small, like a like small paper boat
Swiming just straight but the current pulls me away
pushing me forward, swiming, hitting the rocks.
I try to forget everything, all my bad days.
Like a small boat, such paper boat swayed by the wind
Like a  small boat, a paper boat rocked by a wave,
swayed by the wave, swayed by the wave.

Living like a small paper boat (Lodicka z papiera) ft IVETA - new version 22092023

The Sacred Song

[[ Waiting for the rain ]]

1 It's shortly before midnight, I cannot sleep at all. I count all my sins that are pushing through the dor.
I count all my mistakes, I expect the rain to come whashing  away our guilt, it simply unites us.
It's waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain,  waiting for the rain,  for the morning rain.

2
It is just before midnight, I cannot sleep aga-ain.  So I count my-y si-ins 
waiting for the ra-ain, for the ra-ain.
You know, your words burn me, they sta-ay in my mi-ind, please,  don't repeat them again, so let's try a new start, a new start.

3
It's shortly before midnight, I cannot sleep at all.  
I count all my si-ins that are pushing through the do-or.
It is just before midnight, I cannot sleep aga-ain.  So I count my-y si-ins 
waiting for the ra-ain, for the ra-ain.


[Refrain] 
It's waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain,  waiting for the rain,  for the morning rain.
It's waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain,  waiting for the rain,  for the morning rain.
... just  for the morning rain, just for the morning rain.


It's Waiting for the Rain 

It's shortly before midnight, I cannot sleep at all.  
I count all my sins that are pushing through the door.
I count all my mistakes, I expect the rain to come 
whashing away our guilt, it simply unites us, unites us.

It's waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain,  waiting for the rain,  for the morning rain.
It's waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain,  waiting for the rain,  for the morning rain.

2
It is just before midnight, I cannot sleep again.  So I count my sins 
waiting for the rain.
You know, your words burn me, they sta-ay in my mind, 
please,  don't repeat them again, so let's try a new start, a new start.

It's waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain,  waiting for the rain,  for the morning rain.
It's waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain,  waiting for the rain,  for the morning rain.

3
It's shortly before midnight, I cannot sleep at all.  
I count all my sins that are pushing through the door.
It is just before midnight, I cannot sleep aga-ain.  So I count my sins 
waiting for the rain, for the rain.

It's waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain,  waiting for the rain,  for the morning rain.
It's waiting for the rain, waiting for the rain,  waiting for the rain,  for the morning rain.
... just  for the morning rain, just for the morning rain.



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[ Ráno príde dážď ]]

1. [Emi] Je krátko pred pol- [C]nocou. [G]Ja zas nemôžem [C] spa-ať.
[Emi] Počítam svoje [C] hriechy, [D] čo nemalo sa sta-ať.
[Emi] Počítam svoje [C] chyby. [G] Čakám, že príde [C] da-ážď.
[Emi] čo zmyje našu vinu [C] viny, [D] a znovu spojí nás.
Spojí [G] nás.
Refrain
[G] Ráno príde da-ážď. [Emiď Ráno príde da-ážď. [C] Ráno príde da-ážď, [Dď že príde ráno [G] dážď. Ráno príde da-ážď.
Ráno príde da-ážď. Ráno príde da-ážď, že príde ráno dážď.
Medzihra [Emi][C][G][D] [Emi][C] [D]

2. Hoc je už veľa hodín, nespím a premýšľa-am,
Pália ma moje hriechy, je ich dosť akurát.
Pália ma tvoje slová, z nich ťažkú hlavu ma-ám,
tak nehovor ich znova, nech ich zmyje dáž].
Nech ich zmyje dážď
[G] Ráno príde da-ážď. [Emi] Ráno príde da-ážď. [C] Ráno príde da-ážď, [D] že príde ráno [G] dážď. Ráno príde da-ážď. R
Ráno príde da-ážď. Ráno príde da-ážď, že príde ráno dážď.
Medzihra [Emi][C][G][D] [Emi][C] [D]
3. !Opakuj 1!
[Emi] Je krátko pred polÁ [C]nocou. [G]Ja zas nemôžem [C] spa-ať.
[Emi] Počítam svoje [C] hriechy, [D] čo nemalo sa sta-ať.
[Emi] Počítam svoje [C] chyby. [G] Čakám, že príde [C] da-ážď.
[Emiď čo zmyje našu vinu [Cď viny, [Dď a znovu spojí nás.
Spojí [G]ď nás.
Refrain
[Gď Ráno príde da-ážď. [Emi] Ráno príde da-ážď. [C] Ráno príde da-ážď, [D] že príde ráno [G] dážď. Ráno príde da-ážď.
Ráno príde da-ážď. Ráno príde da-ážď, že príde ráno dážď.
že príde ráno dážď.
že príde ráno dážď.
Text Štefan Svetský

Waiting for the Rain with Paul Kusy

Sometimes you just gotta move on, in your own way.

Goodbye

Radiohead lucky Live at bbc

A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner

K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering 
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards

Promise Me (Brian Peters)

It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it

We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets

*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*

They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’

There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes

It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls

There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams

The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen

There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men

There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears

There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder

Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down

And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same

Promise Me

The second track from Christof's 'Lunar' project was written and recorded under February's 'Snow Moon'. Icy percussion and strings give way to melancholic piano as the first signs of spring begin to show.

In his 'Lunar' project - Christof will release a new moon-inspired track each month throughout the year.

Full Moons were historically named as a way of keeping track of the change of seasons and often influenced the timing of activities like hunting, harvesting and planting, where the bright moonlight could come in handy.

February's full Moon is known as the Snow Moon, after the heavy snowfall often associated with this time of year in the Northern Hemisphere, but is also sometimes called the Storm Moon or Hungry Moon.

'Snow Moon' links: tinyurl.com/CDSnowMoon

Christof R Davis links: linktr.ee/christofrdavis

SnowMoon

Landslide (Fleetwood Mac revival)

Rock & Cool music from Reunion island / Timeless.

Landslide (Fleetwood Mac revival)

Faab Eloerc