Name: 4/4 And 7/8 Bass And Beat by fpmorinstudio
Duration: 2 min 2 s
Description: Original music by : FPMORINSTUDIO/François Pierre Morin musician composer

Très joli travail. Vraiment plaisant à écouter. Sympa comme tout. Bravo.

DIDN’T THE RIVER KNOW?
© 2022 Lucidi/Olson/O’Brien/Henry/Johnson
Music by PJ Lucidi, Hollie Olson, Brian Henry, Steve Johnson
Lyrics by Alex O’Brien

Hollie Olson: Vocals
PJ Lucidi: Rhythm and Lead Guitars
Brian Henry: Drums, Mixing and Mastering
Steve Johnson: Bass

One New Year’s Eve he walked out
In his Tux he looked so fine
We thought he was off to a party
Thought he was having a real good time
But he didn’t come home that evening
And he didn’t come home that night
They didn’t find him till the springtime
His body washed up, cold, wet, and white

Didn’t the river know?
Didn’t the river understand?
That troubles don’t last forever
And mountains wear down to sand
Why couldn’t that river refuse him?
Why couldn’t that river keep him safe?
The beach should be a place to swim
Not a holding place for graves

A sensitive man, he was a painter
So many canvases left undone
The man he was a brother
And a pool hall wayward son
Well the man he was my uncle
And he loved to go for a walk
He showed me the world of fossils
And we fished off the cottage dock

Didn’t the river know?
Didn’t the river understand?
That a pain can’t last forever
That one can always change a plan
Why couldn’t that river reject him?
Why couldn’t that river flow him home?
The water is there to give us life
Not to drown a mind that feels alone
 
With divorce my father felt guilty
He thought that he should have been there
I was a teenager and selfish
Having too much fun to show I cared
His therapist felt discouraged
And the talks and the pills and how they failed
The pool hall debts they were relieved
And the angels did they wail

Didn’t the river know?
Didn’t the river understand?
That love comes to the lonely
Every hand can find a hand
Why couldn’t the river sustain him?
Why couldn’t the river hold fast?
Why couldn’t the river restrain him?
Till all his fears and worries passed

Didn’t the river know?
Didn’t that river know?

Didn't the River Know

Original music by : FPMORINSTUDIO/François Pierre Morin musician composer

4/4 And 7/8 Bass And Beat

A great Christmas carol written by Michael Perry (1942-1996). Written to the tune of the Calypso Carol, it's a song I enjoy singing at this time of year.

See Him Lying On A Bed Of Straw

See Him Lying On A Bed Of Straw (Michael Perry) © Mrs B Perry/Jubilate Hymns

checking out some apple loops and my friend Christian playing some git riffs for the first time. I wanna get one of my buddies to do a little rap on this in future :)
yep, ist a track for a car ;)

Amg 63

Making the world perfect is to me a real paradox and conundrum.It bothers me when noble ideals are turned into self righteous accusatory rhetoric that becomes counterproductive to the goal of "world peace". How can we deal with real entrenched differences in culture that seem to conflict without war???

lyrics
for centuries crusaders have set out to fix the world
and try to make it perfect for every boy and girl

time after time like clockwork, they crumble in the dust
their noble ideals fall apart and turn into rust

the problem here is that nothing's really perfect
and what's your perfect is not mine
and mine is not yours

this one eats meat that to that one is taboo
neither is right neither is wrong
so how can they get along

the world is many hues,a little black a little white
but it's mostly a foggy gray that we must muddle through

we are all in one boat and we each have an oar
we are all trying to reach the other shore
if we don't pull together we will just spin around
the boat will fill with water and we will all drown

the trick to perfect in this world is to tolerate what's imperfect to you
accept it as a difference and being just that
not better...not worse
and don't make them into a lame excuse
to kill or rape or persecute

facts seem hard to come by, but that's where we have to start
intolerance and disrespect will throw us off the mark
so let's keep it simple, it's a place where we can start

pain is pain and should be stopped
hunger is hunger and should be fed
cold is cold and should be clothed
thirst is thirst and lips should be wet

start with this and work our way down opinions crooked path
understand we won't agree on all that comes to pass
you cannot be intolerant of intolerance if you want to reach the end
for if you are intolerant to what seems intolerant to you
no matter how noble your pursuit
you just become another racist

and that my friend is the rub when you try and change the world

the rub

Rescue (Lyrics) by Linda Straub

I'm so lost, fallen in the underground,
far from who and where I want to be.
Deep within this vast and dark abyss, 
I lay me down in mournful sleep.

Wrapped in this cold coil of flesh,  
apart from the warm sunshine,  
the only sound is my beating heart
tapping solo to a bewildered mind.

Oh Lord, release me from this fear. 
I'm yearning to be found.
It's so dark and damp down here 
in this pitch black underground.

I see a dim light high above me.
Is it just my imagination?
Have you sent an angel to rescue
this lost child of your creation?

Swinging lanterns are growing brighter,
and someone is shouting out my name.
Lift me up to the blue sky above me
where all lost are newly found again.

where all lost are newly found again.





Rescue- An original song by-

This was another beautiful project in which producer Morten Jeamland sent me the music and I sang the vocals. 

We share the love for nature and feel that it is a vital part of wellbeing. People can be very disconnected from nature these days, which is a worrying development. It is good to go back to the roots.  And protection of nature and all the living species should be at the forefront of any decision making in the world.

Remix and production by Morten Jeamland @mortenjeamland

Lyrics and vocals by Heidi K

Whispering Forest

Whispering Forest - Remix by Jeamland & Heidi K

With My friend Sidhartha Gautama, love him !!

sorry

Hello Listeners,

Again, i explore the Sounds and Transitions that come through these ten little fingers whilst improvising.

May you will enjoy 😊

© Gary Courtland-Miles 2023
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles 2023

Improvised on my  Kawai ES7 Stage Piano
No Over-dubs, only Mastering.

Radiance

Firstly I have to point you guys to the video because this is at least 50% visual experience. It is here: 
https://youtu.be/_dO6_wsRROw
I want to also explain about this song and us as artists. We have already made, and will continue to make songs in our genre of catchy pop, earthy folk and ethereal mystique. We are comfortable there, but we thought we would try something a little different, a little left field. This is arty and abstract, just for fun... but it was also kind of serious, inspired after having just finished reading Angela's Ashes.

LYRICS
It's a 21st Century malady
There's nothing really wanting at all
Hm
Let's try not to fall
Maybe we're poised for lift off
Maybe we should find the escapr route
Or a launch pad
There's nothing wanting at all
Agony of nothing wanting
Breeding malcontent
Breeding the wildest problems
No one in their wildest dreams
Could have imagined they'd have to solve
In the 1940s

Just last night
I was waiting for a thread
I had nothing wanting at all
Hungering after
The mere-est thread

Where are you?
Where are you?
You could not receive it
Could not receive it
Where are you now my love

I made a gift of a vow
Given freely as any vow should
But you could not receive it
You could not receive it
Where are you?
Just over the hill
In this 21st century

21st Century Melody

Vocals & lyrics: Neons Gone Mad

Watch Neons Gone Mad’s great video for this song:

https://youtu.be/bgX1uHX9wWY



"Unfold Me"

Lyrics by Craig Conley,
after a riddle by James Hoggarth (1880)

Anywhere
that you go
you'll behold me

Woodlands and
pastures I
sometimes abound

On your travels
you will surely unfold me

I've thousands of annums roll'd a-ground
In cottage and mansion I am seen
Not a stitch of clothing clings to my form
Not a toe or a foot to my being
Yet countless shoes any size oh have I worn

Anywhere that you go you'll behold me
Wander far, wander wide, you'll unfold me
Now the secret I'll reveal: my name is dust

Unfold me - ft. Neons Gone Mad

http://francoispierremorin.com  Home of storytelling , 
 I do play Music for the love of it, playing guitar,  percussionist  ,composing  on a computer and Guitar, Piano, creator of mood and sound design

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