In a common work, we all consider together how our little paradise in the infinite space might be lost. Lost to humanity and all other life that exists here, but many species of which are already extinct. Can it really be our serious meaning, that we would rather wage war and continue to lay waste, the only place we have?

Paradise Lost.

Music & e-guitar by Ed C @https://soundcloud.com/westtracksmusic
Supplementary sounds and Clara by Dan-DT @https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3
Lyrics & vocals by Peter @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040
Acoustic guitar by David D @https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Mixing & production by Seagull @https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

    Oh dear God what have we done?
    We suck the frozen coldings from our sullen solitary moon,
    Amplify the brazen boilings of our searing prodigal sun.
    And sway in time to catastrophe's wooden tune:
    We're a human race, that's on the run.

    We had it all, those fabled milky promised lands,
    Bestowed as nature's gifted dowry fair.
    We lifted precious gold and girt of flowery nectar in our hands
    Did cast it freely to the dirt with ne'er a fleeting care,
    As naked, baked and frozen now we stand.

    Long forfeited of the right to resolutely lead and boldly fight
    Stripped of creed we kneel and plead forgiveness of the case.
    Craving of the honest light, we darked the day and spliced the night
    In which this spinning world that lies defiled, desolate, exploited and debased
    Decries of natural justice, just as biblical endings loom in sight.

    No reverse gear, no button for rewind.
    Planetary cycles flip to comical haywire.
    And chaos smiles upon the dross of humankind,
    Shuddering alternate from arctic frost to forest fire.
    Deftly rendered senseless, crippled, deaf and dumb and blind.
    The environmental trust we cast to dust, fair repayment, done in kind,
    No future generations will need our crushing legacy to them remind,
    The penitential moral cost
    Of the Paradise we owned and Lost.

Paradise Lost - Ed C, Dan-DT, Peter, David D & Seagull

Spring's Embrace: Symphony of Renewal

Dedicated to some folks in my life who've picked me up along the way, especially through music...

This is one I'm pretty proud of.  Oddly, it's the first time I’ve written a full original song with me singing my own lyrics. I'm joined by the uber talented @TexMex-Shaman, who is wielding the lead electric guitar starting at the first verse through to the end. (this is the second time now where my vocal melody is partly inspired by his magical playing!) He also lends his mastering skillz to great effect here. Thanks TMS for truly bringing this to life with your playing! 
All other instruments are played by me on the keyboard - acoustic guitar, bass, organ, Wurlitzer electric piano, 2nd electric guitar (the higher one in verse 2), horns, drums & percussion, words and voice. The chorus is supposed to sound like a 60's soul song, like Marvin Gaye meets Van Morrison. 
If you play this more than once I'm sorry but I'm afraid you'll be stuck with it in your head all day.  :)

This one's a personal one for me, so thanks for listening, and for picking us up with your music!

LYRICS: 

Verse 1
alone in the corner, that old six string whispers to me
ah but when daddy played, he could set your spirit free 
like the drops in the rain, or a forest tall and green
there's music alive all around
and mamma she told me, you must listen for more than the sound
and hear with your heart

Chorus     
(And then she’d) 
pick me up higher, pick me up higher, pick me up higher
pick me up, lift me up, build me up,  
pick me up higher, pick me up higher, pick me up higher
pick me up, lift me up, build me up, 
pick me up higher 

Verse 2
Now I’m writing my own song… makin’ music with old friends and new
But the joy of my days, are my beautiful daughter and you
And when you play that song, she would close her eyes and sway
all the while as she sings
And man when I hear her, whispered memories they lift me up still
like a bird on the wind

Chorus  

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Other credits: 
-second verse sample of 'Take Me Home, Country Roads' (by John Denver), performed by my 9 yr old daughter
-image design by me using Chat GPT
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here's a link to just the final chorus vocals and horns isolated: 
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/pick_me_up_vox_isolated

and here's a link that features mainly the sax solo & horn section:
https://on.soundcloud.com/y1PR8xv69y77n5CY5w
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here's some pictures I took:
https://500px.com/p/MrMark?view=photos

-mark

Pick Me Up (with TexMex Shaman)

Illusion machine. (Winkandwoo & Midisound)
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Music created in July 2024
Editing, lyrics, vocals and covert art by Winkandwoo.

The original idea came from the chorus of the music. I thought of an accordion to create it, but unfortunately I couldn't find a good sound for the iPad for this instrument, so I scrapped the idea and replaced it with a soft synthesizer with some depth.

My partner in adventures, on this occasion, did the rest with an impeccable job full of creativity and elegance.

Thanks Clive, again, for this gift.

Listen to more from Winkandwoo here.

https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo

Lyrics.

What are they feeding your mind
How are they seeding your kind

Illusion machine
It's bigger than you and me
Illusion machine
The demon's behind your screen

Why do they need you so much
When do they get in touch

Illusion machine
It's bigger than you and me
Illusion machine
The demon's behind your screen


8 tracks of native MS2 instruments and Xewton forum.
1 Track Sunrizer synth.
1 track Arturia iMini
2 Tracks Flowtones
2 Tracks Korg Im.

Mix…….. yes……. My car 🚘
Hardware iPad
DAW Music Studio 2
Final mix by Winkandwoo 

Thank you.

Paco.

ILLUSION MACHINE (Winkandwoo & Midisound)

Her feet hardly touched the ground
back then
back then buried.
Angel, dead, black.
Pale angel dead.

The beams creaked in sways.
Hot curse, fever coals.
Her mother, psychiatrist superior
right on her Baldwin ivory
abandon secret valley.

Memorial puddles reflecting
the tower of the trees.
Her satellite lingers on night breeze
over millionaires cemetery.

The pedestal tipped.
Blue policeman balloon.
Paid off.
The cellar keys.

Weary investigator 
in the rain.
What has the gutter blocked?
Wild and gutted.

Aftermath of madness.
Catch the last 
tornado siren
in the skullcap.
Walk alongside goodbye.

Said the sorries.
Heeded the warnings.
The chemistry is ajar.
Leave him to the magnolia flurries.

Black bounded calfs.
Hot leather exhaust.
August plateaus.
Orange pressed.
Inspiration juiced.
Blood follows gravity.

From within it's confines
when hearts give in.
Lips sewn.
I should have known
but away, it would have over taken me
not to gone alone.

Glass wrecked.
Totaled entirely.
Voided code.
Waiting on the rope
to taut.

Words by Riley Robinson

Convalesce

All Those Colors, in my mind. Fills my heart, when life's not kind. 

All Those Colors

"And they said then, 'But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,..."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

Release date:
27 March 2025

The Man With the Blue Guitar - a tune beyond

Grind

West Album

Les fleurs hypnotiques

summer feeling

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