Oh this is gorgeous. Beautiful rest strokes on the classical guitar and Tatiana's plaintive playing. This is a hauntingly beautiful collaboration and superb in every way.

It fills out so nicely. I love minor keys. So much more emotion.

Beautiful arrangement strings sound superb

M drawn/great soundN song/It's almost dawn/well done/rosin

Fantastic production💪💪💪Wonderful talented performance.

As soon as I got serious about putting this playlist together I was afraid of missing something or someone from among the many wonderfully talented and supportive people here. And it can't be helped. So this is best described as a sampler of some tunes I really liked a lot, but it certainly isn't an exhaustive list. If I were David Geffen I'd be working on getting people the listening public they deserve. But in the meantime here's a list of great songs by you for you.

2023 Sampler  (not ranked)

This is a song about those you depend on.

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I LOOK FOR YOU
(c) JunkHeap Apr 06 2022 / Remixed-Remastered May 2025

Sometimes the days wear me down.  
I'm looking outside,
see my reflection in the window.
Furrowed brow and worrying  
etching its lines.
   
The world it turns and burns,
seems like it'll always be this way.
Hope shines bright through the clouds, 
as we wish for a better day.

I look for you.
I see your face in the crowd. 
Her eyes call to me, 
and we meet and 
hold each other so close. 
I feel your warmth.
See the throngs of people
moving like a wake around us;
in the ordered chaos, 
we save each other from it all.

ch. / break

My pillar of sanity, is you.
I look for you 
to whittle away the time 
on this insane ride.
Laughter and I get you.
We're past the pleasantries.
So many great days behind,
so many ahead.
So many great days ahead.

I look for you.

I Look For You

Dick sent me this great instrumental long ago, full of details and different sections. I was too busy then, now I've enjoyed working on it at last !!

https://soundcloud.com/oorlab: composition, drums, bass, synths, guitars... all before 0:20 and most after that.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, lead guitar, pocket sax, and 40 years old school flute.

Letra  / Translated Lyrics:

(Coro:  /  Choir)
De coger café yo vengo  /  From collecting coffee I come
A coger café voy  /  To collect coffee I go

(Solista:  /  Lead:)
Quisiera ver lo que no vi,  /  I’d like to see what I didn’t see,
quisiera ir donde no fui,  /  I’d like to go where I didn’t go,
quisiera hacer lo que nunca hice…  /  I’d like to do what I never did…
… pero veo lo que no se ve,  /  … but I can see what cannot be seen,
voy donde nadie nunca fue,  /  I go where no one ever went,
y hago lo que no hace usted. /  and I do what you don’t do.

Picture by Carlos Duque Rangel: "Recolectores de café"
https://www.artelista.com/obra/2345713654034411-recolectores-de-cafe.html

De Coger Café (with Oorlab)

Cover of   https://soundcloud.com/killedmonkmusic/slow-times
Artwork by Kristina Mills of Chattanooga, TN
Thank you KilledMonkMusic for the kind words and inspiration. Good luck on your journey.

Slow Times by Killed Monk Music

lyrics, vocals, mixing by Tam Jennifer, on synthetic guitar loop (anon.) Two loops have been chopped up, arranged and mixed in with the vocals to accent emotion. 

Indie experimental trap. 

Vocals recorded and mixed using Audacity and RODE USB Mini Microphone

FOR MY MOTHER

Cover generated using Stable-Diffusion.. design by Tam Jennifer. 

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I originally recorded a version of this song just two months after she died. Here is the original. 

Listen to Mother mother (DEMO 20191118) by Tam Jennifer Music on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/r6jbs

Where Did She Go ( I Wanna Know, 2022 )

Ventotene, a small island in the Mediterranean. Under a breathtaking starry sky, waiting for the dawn.
Thanks to @RosinDust for her gorgeous violins. I am always grateful for her willingness and enthusiasm.
In the last period I worked a lot on things written some time ago, so I had not composed anything new for a few months and, as always happens in these cases, I was a little afraid of having run out of creative vein. That's why, with this new piece, I'm happy and ready for the next time when I'm definitely going to ask myself, once again, "oh my god, is this over?" :)

Here the other collaborations with Tatiana:
soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana

In the photo, of course, Ventotene.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

It's almost dawn - with Rosin Dust

This piece is based on a traditional Scottish-Gaelic waulking song - a highly rhythmic song that would accompany the waulking (beating and finishing, or fulling) of woolen cloth. Though traditionally, waulking songs and other Gaelic puirt-a-beul (mouth music) songs would have been sung unaccompanied and in unison, we put together a little arrangement for SATB.
We hope you'll enjoy it.

soprano - Diane Roberts
alto - Abby Bryden
tenor - Angus Bryden
baritone - Rob Llewellyn 

words:

Hé mandu 
'S truagh nach tigeadh
siud gam' iarraidh
gille 's litir
each is diollaid
Hé mandu hì ri oró hó ro hù o
'S mise dh'fhalbhadh 
null thar sàile 
le mo leannan
's cha bhiodh dàil ann
Nam biodh agam
sgiath a'ghlaisein 
iteag an eòin 
spòg na lachainn 
Shnàmhainn na caoil
air an tarsainn 
An cuan Ileach 
's an caol Arcach 
Rachainn a-steach 
chun a' chaisteil 
's bheirinn a-mach 
as mo leannan 

translation:

It's a pity that what I want isn't on its way - a lad and a letter, a horse and a saddle.
I would go across the sea with my lover, without delay.
If I had the wing of a finch, the flight of a bird, the webbed foot of a duck,
I would swim the narrows, right across the Sound of Islay and the Orkney Sound.
I would go out into the castle and bring out my lover.

Hé Mandu (Scottish Waulking Song - SATB)

Very lovely to write this new song at my real piano again! Thanks to my lovely Sander for awesome mastering job! 😊🎹🎤🎶💕❤️🎧🎵❤️
@wane-of-summer for lovely music!

DEEP DOWN (acoustic piano & vocals)

Lost In An Indian Suburbs

Quand l'esprit fusionne avec le corps!

When the mind merges with the body!

Mind's ouverture

Mind's Ouverture

Original Fouglas.


Lyrics:

She’s living in a tomb
amongst the insects and ghouls
Fallen from earth
in a land beyond sleep and waking
Whenever she closes her eyes
she’s lost to the spirals
Spinning in a hex,
in an echo of truth,
in a dream that can’t die

Yet you carry her like an ache in your head
And as you walk through your days
just thinking and seething, 
though you know she never was
and never will be 
Gone, gone
Gone

She’s broken into fragments
of ugly scenes you must forget
You still feel her
and, of course, she still haunts you
Is she still buried out there 
in Satan’s junkyard 
‘neath the iron and rust 
and red rotting branches?

Yet you’re driving her like a nail in your coffin 
And as you swallow more pills
all wasted, sedated,
‘cause you know she never was
and never will be 
Gone, gone
Gone

Nail In Your Coffin

Reminiscent of the French composer Erik Satie
Special thanks to David Dunham @david-dunhamuser589535203 for his generous help in mastering my track.

SATIE*ESQUE

When my songwriting friend Colin Macduff (find his beautiful debut album 'The Past and the Sky" here: https://www.birnamcdshop.com/product/colin-macduff/) shared his poem 'The Rope', I asked if he'd mind if I tried to put a melody to it.

I did. This is the demo version which I'm hoping to record in a studio soon. There's an accompanying video created with footage from my phone: https://studio.youtube.com/video/yhxZxWGo0wY/edit


The Rope

Coiled, crossed, entangled in a corner
Old and wise and silent, silent as a snake
Left aside beside the new, unwanted
You dream of hands, the touch, their grip, their shape

Once you ran the span and moored our vessels
Safe between the capstan, the capstan and the quay
Once you were the rope that held us steady
Once you were the rope that cast us free

The push the pull, the swing, lasso and ladder
The tug of war when we were in our teens
The give, the take, that bound us all together
The start, the end, the knot, the way and means

Life line, last line, frayed and poorly
In my hand your strands so soft, soft and slack
In my dreams you’re running on beside me
With me all the long way – the long way out and back
With me all the long way – the long way out and back

© C Macduff & S Barr 2023

The Rope - Demo

I bought a used accordion in 1993 at a thrift store, greatly upsetting my college roommate when I brought it back to our shared dorm room.  

More recently, I'd been wanting to dust it off and use it in a song, and I tried playing it rhythmically along with a funk guitar riff I had. I had also been wanting to write a song in Spanish, so I decided to incorporate some rhymes en espanol I wrote. Thirdly, I had been looking for some new types of rhythm loops to use in my music, and I randomly tried a cha-cha loop. These three elements together gave this song a latin feel that wasn't intended when I began this song. I hope you enjoy it.

Dime lo que quieres
Que sea un poco de mi
Y esos placeres
Si estoy loco por ti

Dime lo que tienes
Dentro del corazon 
Dime que sueñes
Con mi acordeon 

Dime, dime, dime
Dime otra vez

Capto el sentido
De tus palabras
Esta bien entendido
De que tu hablas

Quieres que yo sea
Participante 
No me parece fea
Ser tu amante

Dime, dime, dime
Dime otra vez

Music and lyrics by David Wagoner

Dime Otra Vez

From the Album: "The Curse Of A Good Looking Ghost" (2023)
Lyrics:
It's a nitroglycerin bomb sniffing skirt
That's a lollipop night stick
She only hits you where you need to hurt
A Marie Laveau shotgun shack
Don't ya know there's gambling in the back?
In a shotgun shack
I'm reading the tea leaves  by the smoke stack
We've all been bitten by the maharishi's baby teeth
It's hotter than a Sacramento summer
(And I don't mean that as a bad thing)

I'm gonna have to lay real low for a while
My trouble follows me
I'm waist deep in the marsh
That's been thickened up with
Gumbo voodoo mule skin starch
I hear the Hellhounds on my tail
And I don't know what their motivation is
Maybe it's the Mississippi hog maw fizz?
If you think you know me
It's because I'm the guy that shows up
And all the trouble begins
Hotter than a Sacramento summer
(I don't mean that as a bad thing)

I'm down at the racetrack
I'm sleeping on a mattress made of blister packs
It's hotter than a Sacramento summer
(I don't mean that as a bad thing)

Oh, I'm up on the rack
The executioner is sharpening his ax
He says: the world is ruled by fools
"And I'm sorry, man, but I don't make the rules."
It's hotter than a Sacramento summer
Wherever I'm going
I'm looking forward to what the cool weather brings...

Hotter Than A Sacramento Summer

Perfume of the Night – Parfum de la Nuit

This was inspired by a soft winter snowfall in the mountains of the western US. 

Soft Western Snowfall

Ciao! I am a bass, double bass and guitar player but I like composing on keyboards too. 
Thank you for listening. Peace!

There is so much talent and variety here, and most of the people are pretty cool too. I love being part of this community. Listening to your music and being heard in return is enough.

Still reading? OK I'm gonna muse a bit. It's hard to fully convey how much this forum has meant to me. There are people I've never met that feel very much like old friends -- and in a very real way they are.
If I follow someone I make every effort to listen to and support their efforts. It's certainly not a transactional relationship but I do tend to limit my follows to people who engage in mutual listening and engagement.

It's almost dawn - with Rosin Dust

Francesco Cartocci

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