Très belle composition pleine d'émotions! 👏 👍 🎶

Wonderful in every way.....beautifully expressed and produced...

Dear friends. Seagull`s music forms a perfect soundscape for Peter's strong lyrics. Thank you for this experience in music and words, which give me something to feel and to think about

I join the Friends below and confirm that you bring a lot of your musical personality to this reflection, accompanied by the text and vocals of Maitre Peter .... I would add, like David, that it is pleasant to listen to this excellent concept .... and like Debbie that there is a lot of imagination on both sides in this musical painting ....

Always this ability to create musical emotion ....

Liking this musical poem of our ancestral roots...  have we 'really' evolved?

Very impressive, fantastic work and collaboration!

Already commented on David’s site I think: for me this is a masterpiece. Peter’s and Oddruns voice giving the chills.. 
and the soundtrack as fantastic.

Your Mix 2

Sobakka - Jam

Trust Fund - Cut Me Out (speed up)

Similar to R I.P.  A bit of fun with a Dylanesque type blues.

A Little While

Taken from the upcoming debut full length album (planned to be released mid-2024 - "Rock and Roll Kills").
(p) & (c), 2024.
youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtnXGGtwzSQ
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lyrics:
Like we used to
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We don't play in gigs like we used to
We don't play in the streets like we used to
We don't hang out in squares like we used to
and we don't drink ice cold beers like we used to

and now we grew up, became strangers we fell on trap 
and the days are not the same, like we used to...used to

We don't jam at all, like we used to
we don't grill outside the yard, like we used to
we don't party as friends like we used to
we don't say hello like we used to....used to

and now egos stood up, became cold and all that crap
and the years are not the same, like we used to...used to!

Rock and Roll Kills

Like We Used To

Many thousands of years ago, our ancestors lived here on our little globe. Did they have any idea of the future..... and if so what was "future" for them? "Tomorrow, next week, or next year?" Did they even have a word for future? Or was life exclusively about develop and expand the group and getting food for the day? Or did they, too, have other goals and meaning with their lives?

Lyrics and vocals: Our dear poet Peter, https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, Mix and Production; Seagull, https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Calm Stream

    I have no words, just thoughts, like these
    Of primal cravings, fears and needs.
    My leathered skin, yet young, seems older
    Browned and cracked I shiver colder
    Depicting beasts muralled large within my cave, 
    Their fatty flesh my empty gut to crave.

    Bursting fires from the frozen mountain thread
    And weave and belch and burn and spit of ochres red.
    The very poison whence my paintbox palette grows
    'Neath the toxic gases twixt congealing lava flows.
    In these extremes we live, but few, the young into
    the perma-sleep will often fall 
    And not so old, our eldest ageing too, follow close
    upon the darkest terror's call.

    Meat and heat is all I need,
    Stone and bone, all I own.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

    Strip the skin, spit the pips,
    Moisturise the burning lips.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

Ancient Man - Seagull & Peter

20_Tschakka Tchaka Chakra - 1st release on MMJ 24 May 2021 (re-released on SoundCloud 19 March 2024)

I was inspired to this track by the brilliant track "Oasis" by Yotam Agam. Okay, I didn't get the rhythm so groovy! #indian #drums #trance #ownvocals

(produced with Music Maker JAM)

Tschakka Tchaka Chakra

From Nickel and Steel's debut album - available on all streaming services!

Lyrics:

He would arrive at half past four
He took the garbage beside my door
He said I can’t talk of it anymore
In my mind, there is always war
 
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
Yes, he’s gone, he’s not coming back
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
 
He carried the bags in his hands
Filled with bodies from the jungle land
He called at night, said do you understand
What could I say to the burning lamb
 
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
Yes, he’s gone, he’s not coming back
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
 
He’s not going be on the next train
He’s not going to come in from the pouring rain
He’s not going to give his kind regards
It’s really, really too hard
 
He came home no one cared
He had a face crippled by wear
Memories of those lads placed on his back
All that weight too much to ask
 
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
Yes, he’s gone, he’s not coming back
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
Because Joe is still in Vietnam

Joe Is Still In Vietnam

welcome to the internet

Hello Everyone,

It's a long time ago i posted one of my Classical adventures : )

Enjoying Life in peace & happyness whenever & wherever is my go & hopefully it is/will be the same for all of us !

Have a great whatever will be 

Andreas

Retour aux temps passés

'Windrush' An intended soundtrack for a yet to be made documentary on the Imigration, (which was often "forced" or "coerced") by the British govenment of the mainly Jamaican population over to England after the 2nd world war in 1948.
The HMT Empire Windrush was the ship used to carry these 1027 West Indians, who were later housed in often abominable conditions, including unused underground stations. They were sent out to service type jobs for a pittance in pay and more or less used as "slave" labour.
This is my tribute to these extremely proud people, many of whom I have met over the years, whilst living in London. All of them I remember with fondness.

A Cupboardful Of Hats

Windrush

Inertia

Dragons still roam the Earth ...

Altered state blues

Bill Boethius: guitars, bass, drum machine

Composed, performed & produced by Bill Boethius

Fiery Dragonspume

Pour mémoire, et par amour de la voix veloutée de cette basse électrique, nouveau mix pour cette chanson de 2021
 PAROLES
Les souvenirs sont comme les chats
Amour faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne ?
C’est toujours sans bruit qu’ils reviennent
Assis sur leurs pattes de velours

Les souvenirs sont comme des rois
 Dont il ne reste que la tour
Tout autour les chats font leur cour
Assis sur leurs pattes de velours

Les souvenirs sont comme les chats
 C’est toujours au cœur qu’ils surprennent
On suit leurs traces dans la rue
Au moment où on ne les attend plus

Les souvenirs sont comme les chats
C’est toujours au cœur qu’ils reviennent
On entend leurs pas dans la rue
 Quand on les croyait disparus
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Memories are like cats
Love, must I remember it?
It is always without noise that they return
Sitting on their velvet paws

Memories are like kings
 Of which only the tower remains
All around, cats are courting
Sitting on their velvet paws

Memories are like cats
 It is always at the heart that they surprise
We follow in their footsteps in the street
At a time when we no longer expect them

Memories are like cats
It is always to the heart that they return
You can hear their footsteps in the street
 When we thought they were extinct

les souvenirs sont comme les chats

Heartaches (2021) Anthology CD2 Track 11

Streets

Пожалуйста, только не домой

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

Welcome to my world,  🌍
and a warm thank you to all of you who take your time to listen, comment and like my songs. It is much appreciated !! 😉 🙏🏽

And a huge thank you to all of you who have collaborated with me on many of the songs! 😀 ❤️

Videos are on my YouYube channel  📽

And by the way TERROR, THREAT & WAR NOT ACCEPTED!

Ancient Man - Seagull & Peter

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