Magnifique interprétation de Wilfried Hanrath !

Wilfried Hanrath - Re - Imagining Old Textures By Idematoa

Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...

Release Date: Ago 22, 2024
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Androids Dream (revisited)

CLOUDS AND RIPPLES  from Echoes From A Distant Past

Friends,

On behalf of my son Jeffrey Husted and myself we present a song called:
93 Million Miles. Jeff is the featured vocalist. He is my all-time favorite rock/pop star; Thank You Jeff! I Love You.

The lyrics were written well over a year ago but several lines in separate verses are resonating with me with greater charge today given the state of our world.

"You could just turn-away and let them have their way
Tell us all the reasons why it's too late
Fall into that rage
A burning star of pain 
and you may believe your crazy
You're not alone, we're all afraid"

"…I know it ain't been easy 
To be that change, to be that peace today"

 "Stand-up; gotta Stand-up
they'll be a sweet sunrise in the morning"
 

The phrase “Close your eyes and see” is reflected in my original lyrics as the final line but not sung in the final mix of the song. You will have to imagine them.

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Thank You Again for giving this song a spin!
May there be a sweet sunrise in the morning 
Close your eyes and see.

I continue to love creating music and I continue to be honored that you share a bit of your time with me.Thank You.

Sincerely
Dave
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Full Lyrics
93 Million Miles  
David Husted  
Feat. Jeffrey Husted
 

You could just turn-away and let them have their way
Tell us all the reasons why it's too late
Fall into that rage
A burning star of pain 
and you may believe your crazy
You're not alone, we're all afraid

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

Can you take me to that refuge that feel's like a mother's grace
Can you burn away the madness in the light of day
Can you take me too that place?
I know it ain't been easy  
To be that change, to be that peace today  

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

Stand-up; gotta Stand-up
they'll be a sweet sunrise in the morning  
Close your eyes and see

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

93 Million Miles

Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Gretchen Yanover Music: "Into This Dream"
You can visit more of her fine music here:
https://gretchenyanover.com/


What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?

What if you slept

Ray and I improvised this song together, only not at the same time and not on the same continent. Go figure.

You can visit Ray here: https://soundcloud.com/user-364196783-552705040

Steady

Just an old man getting crazy with his looper pedal

Do Like You Wanna Do

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboards, Master Mix
Robert Grigg - Guitar https://soundcloud.com/robert-grigg?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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Apotropaic

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Fever & Humidity (feat. Robert Grigg)

In my description for my last personal composition, Painted In Pastels, I talked about a certain harmonic language or style that flowered in the late sixties, early seventies. I mentioned Sondheim and his work, especially from the same said time. This to me is a towering achievement of what I was talking about. I was just floored digging into the music. The better a musician I become the more this piece impresses me.

Send In The Clowns

Ensoleillée By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

Lyrics:

Chrome teeth grinnin’ in the midnight smoke,
Highway’s hummin’ like a ghost that spoke.
Pistons poundin’, bloodshot eyes,
Runnin’ on rage where the angel dies.
Dust on the mirror, fate in the clutch,
Fortune don’t favor the weak too much.
Leather creaks with a devil’s hymn,
This ride’s baptized in oil and sin.

Gasoline halo, burnin’ bright,
Raise your fists, we ride tonight.
Rust-belt thunder, hell on wheels,
Rock-abilly bones with a groove-metal feel.

Switchblade laugh and a rattlesnake grin,
Dance with the chaos, let the night drag in.
Every streetlight flickers like a warning sign,
Every heartbeat hammer keeps time with mine.
Gasoline kisses, whiskey breath,
Every back alley’s a flirt with death.
Burnt rubber halo, tires squeal,
Life’s too short to beg or kneel.

Gasoline halo, burnin’ bright,
Raise your fists, we ride tonight.
Rust-belt thunder, hell on wheels,
Rock-abilly bones with a groove-metal feel.

Breakneck swing with a chainsaw grind,
Rattlin’ bones on borrowed time.
Sparks in the dark as the whole world bends,
This road don’t love you, it just eats friends.

Crash! Burn! Testify!
Ride or choke, we live or die!

Neon blood on the blacktop veins,
Kickin’ up dust with the ghost of chains.
Sirens wail but they can’t catch speed,
Law’s just a rumor when you’re built to bleed.
Bulletproof prayers in a shotgun seat,
Angels duck low when the devils meet.
Every mile marker’s a nail in the past,
We were born to burn and we’re built to last.

Gasoline halo, burnin’ bright,
Raise your fists, we ride tonight.
Rust-belt thunder, hell on wheels,
Rockabilly bones with a groove-metal feel.
Gasoline halo, burnin’ bright,
Raise your fists, we ride tonight.
Rust-belt thunder, hell on wheels,
Rock-abilly bones with a groove-metal feel.
