What a lovely seed was sown with this song as both the beginning point of our little summer epic, and deeply moving ending as well. It's hard for me to hear this song without tears welling up. Peter's lyrics, vocals, and Oddrun's angelic singing as if she were Mary herself, moves me in profound and hopeful ways. Thank you dear Seagull for your beautiful composition and steady hand at the controls.

It's exceptional once again .... Everyone's participation gives this ensemble the nuances that you have undoubtedly nurtured for a long time .... There's always a great deal of realism in this production, and I'd like to pay tribute to the performances of everyone, each of whom, in his or her own particular field, has agreed to unite under your baguette ....  Bravo Maitre!

A beautiful musical sweetness that you propose here ....  A great deal of delicacy in the expression that everyone knows so well how to put into equation ....

Here's to hope (and to sounds like these to inspire it!)

Thank you for this beautiful piece of hope! We can all do well to remember "we solve most things if we talk". A beautiful project and tapestry! These kinds of projects don't happen by accident. They take effort from everyone involved! Thank you, all.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, dear Seagull, David and Petter, for letting me take part in a journey of Hope.

This tune is a heartfelt journey, where the acoustic guitar and the sweet vocals weave a melody of intimacy and understanding. Each note and word captures the magic of resolving life's complexities through the simple beauty of sincere communication.❤️

A wonderful and uplifting song, so refreshing to listen to... in conjunction with your other songs on the... A Shared Horizon Album. There's a cool little book by David Bohm: On Dialog, where he proposes dialogue is a process through which a group of individuals can develop and share meaning together. A step by step guide.

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

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

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

Put the Needle in the Groove

Put The Needle In The Groove (Remix DaRo_aka_Mr_Menator

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Artificial Forest - Τεχνητό Δάσος

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

Sunset

Flowers On The Battlefield

The blues can go anywhere ...
Loose Blues ...
Loser Blues ..

Bill Boethius: guitar, bass

Composed, performed & produced by Bill Boethius

Loose Blues

Vanishing Point

Don't say you loved me or that you wanted me now
Because I can't tell if you're heaven or hell
I can't even tell
Another lost girl who really really wants
What she can't have, that doesn't belong
It's not for trying
You built a fantasy and a pedestal for him
And a catastrophe just waiting to happen for me

Hold on, it's just a matter of time boy
You've been here before
Get your shit together
You've been here before
One step after another
You deserve more

You never really knew the object of desire
Because if you did, I knew you'd have tired
Of his way
Sex and secrets and such duplicity
Submission to chasing a destiny
That never came

Hold on, it's just a matter of time boy
You've been here before
Get your shit together
You've been down that road
And it's a road to nowhere
You deserve more


Thank you to Z for the drums!
#truthbetold
#musicismytherapy

A Fucked Up Limerence Song

Wet Garden is the eleventh studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

WILD SANCTUARY   
  
Softly now I'm passing by   
Your open doorway where you light tiny flames til the room's aglow   
  
Exactly where and when and what it needs to be  
Is this opportunity   
Without a window   
We have to guard it gently   
Gently gently gently  
  
Child of time   
You have no place to go   
But you move all the same   
  
We drew together while searching blind   
Through the corridors of time   
To reach the wild sanctuary   
The net's enormous, the holes they vary   
The net's enormous, the holes are few   
And hopefully we won't slip through   
We ride the rhythms of joy and pain  
Where they join they seem the same  
  
To reach the wild sanctuary   
Repair the lantern to light the night   
Where nothing is as devious as sight   
I know you've struggled child of time   
  
We drew together while searching blind   
A spot of blood, a mild surprise   
We rise by strength of will   
But still but still but still   
  
How beautifully the dark bird fares   
Wings as blades to carve the air   
In dreams we try to rise through water   
Try to run   
As the dead seem to return   
  
Create the world resembling you   
Create that world by slipping through   
Exactly where and when and what it needs to be   
Is this opportunity   
  
We grew apart and I faced my night   
Became aware of a tiny center of light   
Which swelled inside me unpleasantly   
Try to push it away with everything I had in me   
But it just kept growing   
Until of its intensity   
I cried out   
What is this pain   
I cried out   
Does it have a name   
And I answered me   
You're aware that you're living   
You're aware that you're living   
  
You're aware that you're living now   
You're aware that you're moving now   
You're aware of the change of tone   
You're aware that you move alone   
  
Softly now I'm passing by   
Your open doorway where you light tiny flames till the room's aglow   
Without a window

Wet Garden

Wild Sanctuary

I invite you to listen to my piano improvisation "Magic Lakes".
Find all my music here: https://linktr.ee/victorbirkan

Magic Lakes - Improvised Piano Piece

Basement tea party

A Christmas Gift From New York (feat. Michael Cunio)

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!

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

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