The high summer sun of mankind's technological advances still yields dark shadows where the homeless and drug-addled helpless may be found.  Thank you Peter and Seagull for letting me have a voice in your poignant song.

This series would do us well if it were required listening. It brings both beauty and gentle provocation of necessary thought.

Both poignant and disturbing...but necessary.  Thank you for your music!

Another page is turned on our more modern air, but just as absurd in its unfolding .... The decor has changed, but with ever-increasing toxicity for man .... An excellent text by our Friend, gives for this simple but so effective accompaniment, moments of reflection on what we have been, and what we are going to become ....

Always this moment of meditation that you offer us with these strong words and this very simple but so original music .... Very nice collaboration.

I have listened and read this text several times. It is beautiful music that protects the seriousness of the text and the reality that many are faced with. These are emotions in the color blue, thank you for conveying this seriousness in our time, in a way that allows us to listen and take it inside. Yes, it could have been me, it could have been my nearest and dearest.

Second listen, like others in this batch, of this original creation.

Hello everyone.
Have you ever thought about humanity and its so-called progress and development, through all the millennia, on our fantastic little globe, floating on its spiral path, around our sun, in the infinity around us. ;)

We did that for a period of time, and our conversations and thoughts gave birth to music and lyrics. And this music and lyrics became a little story, in 5 parts, which we want to share with you all, by publishing a part of the story every week. Because we believe that, We solve most things if we talk sensibly with each other. ;)
So we wish you all a pleasant experience and listening. ;)

We who thought, conversed, composed and collaborated around this musical journey are;

With Soundcloud's most beautiful voice: Oddrun Eikli - https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli
With his brilliant guitars: David Dunham - https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Our outstanding poet & songwriter: Peter - https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Producer, composer, compilation, Mix & Master: Seagull - https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

A Shared Horizon:  We Solve Most things if we Talk

In memoriam, the bombing of Guernica, Spain, April 26, 1937. A lamentation in music.

And in 2024, for the injured, displaced, and departed around the world as invading forces of tyranny rain down death and destruction upon innocent people.

I literally cried as I updated my old composition about the bombing of Guernica. 

Originally composed in GarageBand, I finished the first version of this song on April 26, 2013, not consciously aware that the date was the anniversary of the atrocity committed by fascists against civilians during the Spanish Civil War. I had had ambitions to create an animated short about its history and Picasso’s famous painting when I could afford the technology. So my first step was to use available resources and create the music, which I did 11 years ago. I have yet to produce the animation. Maybe someday. The cover art gives you an idea as to how I envisioned the graphics for the animated short.

This Guernica composition is my first attempt at composing neoclassical music. As a girl I would sing and hum made-up symphonies as I conducted an imaginary orchestra. I’ve got hundreds of improvised concertos, sonatas, fugues, and arias deep in my memory banks that sometimes creep into my contemporaneous music.

This week, as the anniversary of Guernica approached, I imported my old music file into my current DAW and refreshed it, adding French horn, the first instrument I played as a young student. I also added audio of propeller planes recorded live in March and April 2024. And I pushed the previous violin and cello parts to the limit, so if you hear a screeching violin or a groaning cello, it’s intentional; war gives millions of reasons to scream and wail. The composition’s 8-chord structure is repeated as if to state the obvious — we, humans, have yet to contain our violence individually and collectively. We witness and experience the horror of mass murder and war around the globe. Every. Damn. Day.

I realize my song probably isn’t going to be a favorite for listeners, not my usual chill music. But I’m also a firm believer in the idea that sunlight is the best disinfectant. With this music about Guernica and the history of 1937, I am reminded how far we’ve come, and yet, how little we’ve changed. But change we must, and I believe humanity will change for the better. The question is when.

Guernica

Written for songwriting contest, w/theme the Santa Fe River in n. Florida. Translations..."Timucuan": native people in n FL at time of Spanish Conquest.  "Cracker Cowboys": colloquial name for cattlemen who herded wild cattle north during the Civil War.  "O'leno town": ghost town on the Santa Fe, a swinging bridge built in the 1930's is still there.  

Roll On, River   c. 2023 by Mike Manetz

V. 1
The river was Timucuan,
Before the comin' of the white-man's gun.
'Neath the giant cypress trees,
They fished the river wild and free.
Spanish priests came one day,
Taught the natives how to pray,
Named the river Santa Fe,
River watched them fade away.

Chorus
Roll on, river,
On and on forever,
She'll be rollin' on when we're all passed and gone.
Through centuries of hopes and dreams,
Conquistadors, fools and thieves,
Roll on, river,
Roll on,
River, roll on...

V2
Cracker cowboys took control,
After driving out the Seminole.
Their cattle on the muddy banks,
Would feed the hungry rebel ranks.
Black man runnin' to be free, 
Down the Santa Fe on to the sea.
Midnight paddle down to where,
A Yankee gunboat's waitin' there.

Chorus

V 3  
Lovers at O'Leno town,
On a swingin' bridge they're lookin' down,
River rushes there below,
Like a thousand years ago.
Their kids will play computer games,
They'll forget the history and the names,
But the river holds the memories,
Of all she touches, all she sees...

Chorus




Their kids will play computer games,
They'll forget the history and the names,
Of all of those who came before,
Guess it doesn't matter anymore...

Centuries of hopes and dreams,
Conquistadors, fools and thieves,
All they left is all but washed away,
Their kids will play computer games,
And forget the history and the names,
of all of those who came before,
They don't care much for that anymore...

Roll On, River

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

Not stripped, but certainly not very well dressed, and with a few tweaks.

FOR YESTERDAY

Yesterday felt so easy
Yesterday felt so good
Yesterday felt so easy
Yesterday felt so good

Walked to the gate
Not a worry in the sky
Turned to my baby and I waved her goodbye
Saw her through the window
Sweet tear in her eye
Oh I long for yesterday
I long for yesterday
Yesterday
I long for yesterday

I picked up the phone
Dialed a memorized number
Told her I love her didn’t talk about the weather
Sat at my desk
Wrote the first of many letters
Oh I long for yesterday
I long for yesterday
Yesterday
I long for yesterday

It was so easy
It was so good

I went to the bar
Started talking to my neighbor
Nobody thought I was a sicko stranger
Didn’t think twice
I gave my name and number
Oh I long for yesterday
I long for yesterday
Yesterday
I long for yesterday

It was so easy
It was so good
It was so easy
It was so good

For Yesterday Scantily Clad

Unfortunately, it is clear that large parts of humanity, during the course of the journey, again and again, ended up by the side of the road. Are humanity's societies and social structures, built over centuries, really for everyone? Or only for groups of self-selected members?

And what is the difference between the man in the stone cave and the modern man in the cardboard or concrete cave? We can't help but get the feeling that, the man in the stone cave, was somehow happier and more satisfied with his situation. Why? Yes, that is an interesting thought to ponder......

Music & Lyric; Our dear poet Peter, https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
With his brilliant guitars; David Dunham, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Modern Man

I shuffle to, in my dripping cardboard palace,
Introspect on what the mental mind of evening brings.
The muffled dealer with his clingfilm-wrapped tripping malice
Prospects his kindly rental of the used syringe.

My box of brokenness shadowed by a higher human soul where lumens dare not tread
Detox wrapped in hollow stories still untold that crucify the thoughts within my head.
Needle patterns deathly blue upon my inner arm profess of no tattoo,
But of the crystal meth, whose harm, distressed, for me a living lie holds true.

Woven flaws, tangled webs of sins and hopes, regret a past mis-spent of futures told
Proven cause reflected in the ancients, whose tropes my nights now represent from days of old
Nothing that all of history built can yet detect the progress dial shifted
Nor the deeds nor the strength nor the intellect with which this vile human head was gifted

And within our minor symphonic demise, against which burning cold I close my eyes
All sin and crass politic lies now clear unfold, presenting no surprise that’s evident
I clock the days with callow patience as light defrays and my hopes relent
Futility and contradiction, sallowed latent time displays my childhood benediction rent asunder

Amid the sweet fair calling thunder of the ghosts of every child as yet unborn
There to meet me, falling at the hanging post, tempered mild, await my passing, so to mourn.

Modern Man - Peter, David & Seagull

Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Slide guitar, Guitar, Keys, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering.
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**"Gold Boulevard"**

In the city of razor tongues and neon lights,
Where laughter hides the poison and the fights,
There walks a man with wry smile upon his face,
In a sardonic friendship, no one can trace.

Sardonic friendship, a dance of deceit,
A two-step of laughter, but hearts incomplete,
Fools Gold Boulevard, where the jesters reign,
In a world of illusions, we forever remain.

Beneath the facade of witty banter and charm
Lies a twisted allegiance, doing no harm
But the cynics and jokers, they understand
The allure of Fools Gold Boulevard's hand in hand.

Sardonic friendship, a dance of deceit
A two-step of laughter, but hearts incomplete
Fools Gold Boulevard, where the jesters reign
In a world of illusions, we forever remain

Solo

Beneath the surface, beneath the veils
Lies the truth we dare not to unveil
The bond of humor, the bond of pain
In Fools Gold Boulevard, we remain

So raise a toast to the friends we pretend
In the shadows of laughter, in the echoes of the end
Fools Gold Boulevard, a timeless masquerade
In this sardonic friendship, our secrets are laid

Gold Boulevard

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

Is there really hope? Is the human mind so developed that we can feel and give support, empathy, help and hope to everyone around us? Why then, do we build walls? And how tall do they need to be, to separate us.....from..... each other?

And why do some countries build mental walls between the sexes of their own people, declaring one gender (read women) far less valuable than the other? Or castes, from so-called high-born to insignificant, despite belonging to the same people. Why is one crow worth more than all other crows?

Music, Lyrics & Vocals; Our dear poet Peter, https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Vocals; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli
Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Will you Raise Your Right Hand?

Peter
Can you number the circle’s rim, each point on a list?
Enumerate the air, simply cupping of your hands
Freedom lantern’s falling dim in honesty’s fading mist
But will you raise your right hand, when hope makes its stand?

Oddrun
Can you census the clouds, in a ledger of the sky
Set out in a single line each and every grain of sand
When the despot weaves his thieving lies will you stand idly by
Or will you raise your right hand, when hope makes its stand?

Peter & Oddrun
Can you audit every atom, in a volume for the shelf
Each uniquely named, indexed on demand
Does the mirror only fathom, a shallow of your self
Or will you raise your right hand, when hope makes its stand?

Oddrun & Peter
Can you detail every shimmered light on a canvas of the stars
A snapshot of the cosmos as at light speed it expands
Will you document but passive shame in the volumes of your pale memoirs
Or will you raise your right hand, when hope makes its stand?

Oddrun & Peter
Can you hoist the flag of humankind above the crass material world
Crush the armies of greed, their legions to disband
When the shining banner of grace is finally unfurled
Did you raise your right hand, when hope made its stand?

Hopeful Man -  Peter, Oddrun & Seagull

Humanity progressed with apparently small steps, and a lot of pitfalls. For better or worse. 
And the history of mankind shows with all desirable clarity, that our current situation as a so-called civilization is only a consequence of that we let again and again,  catastrophically failed leadership of humankind, that led us all the way, full circle, from the man in the stone cave to the man in the cardboard cave. 

So shame on us all, our so-called leaders, but perhaps mostly on ourselves for tolerating / electing / supporting them, over and over again throughout our history.... It is very tempting to burst out in one, over our world, for a long time, violently resounding primal scream. I'm Mad As Hell!!!!

Music & Narration; Our wonderful guitarist; David, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Vocals; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli
Lyrics; Our dear poet Peter, https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

A Shared Horizon

Oddrun;
Lead us on
To a golden dawn
A warming place
Of hope’s embrace

David;
And lo! Established as it was, the platform of our species from caved ashes so to rise
Though needs of leaders quite because of traits depraved that good Gods may despise
But why in aeons’ sequence led you must as always to the route of social harms?
We placed therein our sacred trust of democratic fruits within your grasping scaly palms.
Each brave insanity’s crooked generation of your leadership has truly failed
As the slave galley of humanity to the devil’s veneration unto hellish waters duly sailed.

Oddrun;
Save us now
Help us breathe somehow
You sate your greed
While our future bleeds

David;
On every front we count your preachers labouring ‘neath our own travails
Freedoms, equity, justice, truth, each our moral sense assails
Education, nurtured health and social care just as with security, were never profit counted there
All ghosted children’s wealth stolen with impunity whilst you, despotic, thrive on bountied fare.
No plans for the good, the safe and caring, where parental ties ever fearful, are left despairing
For every future you have raped, baring lies bequeathed upon the tearful bible of your swearing

Oddrun;
Buried alive
‘Neath your craven lies
Your cataract eyes
The blinding fog of our demise

David;
And now the circle is complete on its infinity of broken planal points
As to the murk we fall replete, a trinity of cloven hooves profanely to anoint
And yet, as poverty defines this shrine, wherein within, there’s naught that’s mine
Not even of old bone and stone, or painted ochre fine
But whilst my furry forebears appreciated well, all that on their back was theirs
I smell the consequence that all your works regressive lack, for we, the caveman’s heirs.

Developing Man - David, Oddrun, Peter & Seagull

Is there a future for all of humanity? Or have we passed the breaking point. Everyone is looking for light, joy, a clean and beautiful planet, etc. And to be content. Is it possible, and will we reach this beautiful shiny dream world, or are we a dying breed?

Music, Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
Right & Left Guitar; Our wonderful guitarist; David, @david-dunhamuser589535203
Lyrics & Vocals; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Vocals and harmonies; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, @oddrun-eikli
And the key phrase at the end; The lovely little Finley, 7 years old. ;)

We Solve Most Things If We Talk

Summer rain finds my face, splashing through my smile
Thunder rumbles fall away, storm is phasing through
Peace of mind is on the case, misery is in denial,
Yesterday’s squally day, tomorrow’s skies are azure blue.

Dreams of history’s tension gladly start to ease
Gripping claws of lunacy finally shun the past
Seems things turned out badly for hunger and disease
Slipping towards unity, laying down the guns at last.

Call my neighbour as my friend, our meanings line as one
Colour, gods and politics accepted as they are
Mutualities to defend no conflict clouds our shining sun
Consideration and respect, a communal repertoire

Mother Mary called today
Handed me a flower stalk
Kissed my worries clean away
We solve most things if we talk.

Need as might we understand equality’s a bed of lies
Celebrate uniqueness as a cast of human thread
Day and night, hand in hand, no polity compromise
Learning from our weakness past, focused on the light ahead.

Mother Mary spoke today
Led me on a learning walk
Eased my troubles on the way
We solve most things if we talk.

Mother Mary sang today
Left me with a simple thought
The wisest heads will simply say
We solve most things if we talk.

Contented Man - We Solve Most Things If We Talk - Seagull, Oddrun, Peter & David

Word and Music by Stefan van Walsum
All Instruments by Stefan van Walsum
Mix and Master by Nandi´s Cavern Studio, Kerpen Germany

FIRST SNOW (Lyrics)
Verse 1
I said; hey Doctor,
 I don`t feel fine.
I do not drink
 and I never get high! 
Verse 2
You are a university graduate.
Wearing the white coat.
What do you recommend?
I´m sure you`re a clever and wise man. 
Verse 3
Please send me to rehab.
Or what should I do?
I'm going round in circles.
I can't find peace for me too.
Verse 4
I'm not drunk.
I am sober.
I don't do drugs.
I hate the stuff.
Do you have anything that does the trick?
Give it to me!
Pre-Chorus 1
It must be good if you recommend it!
I fell for it.
I trusted him.
It's hard to believe.
Bad medicine, it was like my first snow. 
Verse 5
Good that I am strong.
I know it was so wrong.
I am so scared.
Practically I took snow!
Verse 6
I can't sue him.
His intentions good.
Still, I feel betrayed.
He gave me the first snow.
Practically he gave me snow.
Pre-Chorus  2
It must be good if you recommend it!
I fell for it.
I trusted him.
It's hard to believe.
Bad medicine, it was like my first snow. 
Bridge
Now I will feel very bad.
I will always be sceptical.
From today and forever, no more trust.
I can hardly believe what has happened.  
It blows my mind. 
Blows my mind……
Outro
Oh no Doctor!
You gave me snow!
Oh no Doctor!
You gave me snow!
It blows my mind.
It blows my mind.
He gave me snow.

First Snow

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

Inertia

Merci à lllos et sanzen  pour ce partage.

Déclin Chant: baie des anges / Compositeur: lllos / Auteur: Sanzen

The Same Soul

01 - SA - WE - Pulsing Presence
02 - SA - ASE - Subtle Dirt
03 - NI - STRAYLIGHT - Worm Hole - Chapter IV

Twilight

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!

Modern Man - Peter, David & Seagull

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