@mozactab: Thanks so much! And glad to see (hear!) that you are still sharing your own creations with us... some gems in there, for sure! :D

your voice carries the emotion of the story here - the piano is a faithful partner to lean on as it all unfolds - great track man, I'd say more raw than rudimentary.  this has it where it counts.  enjoyed this

I accidentally learned this on guitar yesterday while writing and full throttle belly busted into the line "orange waves crash then gooo"

you have quite the touch on the keys, and you have a wonderful voice.  it is cool hearing it stretched out here a bit.

excellent refrain. does have that middle age folk feel. wonderful performance. your voice is great and comforting! pianoplaying is solid gold!

love how the chord extensions add a new context to the melodies

Something more traditional/folksy I've been chipping away at for a bit, struggling to flesh it out with more instrumentation. However, the more I listen to its currently bare-cupboard, acoustic vocals+piano arrangement, maybe it's simply *meant* to remain rough and rudimentary?

So please pay no attention to the little finger flubs here and there, and just let yourself get washed over by the orange waves of the Northumberland Strait, where I grew up and where my childish heart still beats.

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Orange waves crash then go
Stealing sand with its ebb and flow
Holes dotting cliffsides' red clay
Where the swallows sleeping lay

Beyond green edge a homestead puffs away
Hurls hardwood smoke through cold blue
Rocking chairs paired, slowly rotting grey

Island smiles from across the way
Thin dark line splits Strait and sky
It flickers ghostly, hovers fey
Once Ile Saint-Jean, now PEI

Each flat stone we throw from the beach
With dreams to skip, perhaps to fly
All doomed to sink, the island never reached
Drowning jealous of the driftwood swimming by

As full moon flirts with blushing tide
Salt waters sink and sandbars swell
Before they change their minds and hide
I take their path to Mount Carmel

Beyond green edge a homestead puffs away
Hurls hardwood smoke through cold blue
Rocking chairs paired, slowly rotting grey

At Trois-Ruisseaux I wait for you
At Trois-Ruisseaux I wait for you
Trois-Ruisseaux

Orange Waves (acoustic rough)

A lively night at The Brunswick in Brighton last week captured on a mobile phone.  Three generations on stage, Yali, six years old, on bell, Yaron, his dad, on drums, me, his 'grandude', on vocals and keys, also featuring Hamish Livingstone on  the righteous upright bass  and Chris Carpenter on 'Bone',

He Only Delivers The Box (Live)

Mahalo Flying V Ukelele
Yamaha Tenor Saxophone
Korg N364 workstation
Yamaha Bass
Garageband drum loop

Migraine In Me Brain

In the manner of moonlight

Collab with Entheogenic Psychonaut (Josh Clary) - hope you enjoy ;)))))
Josh - slide guitar, keys and bass
Tez - guitar, wah guitar, drum sequencing and mix

Sliding Dub - with Entheogenic Psychonaut (Josh Clary)

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by idematoa

gennaio 2023

Marco Lucchi & idematoa - Hourglass

Truly an honor once again to feature Jorg Joerxworx on track.  He always seem to have the missing piece to the puzzle.  Recently sent him a request asking him to do his thing on this track, and man did he deliver. Jorg is a very talented musician who plays a variety of instruments, including the Tenor sax, which I was fortunate enough to have him grace this track with. Thank you Jorg! 
Please visit his page: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Enjoy!

Meeting The World IPG1 feat. Joerxworx

Benkei

P-Iris Germanica

Skippin' - Jamie Rhind

Challenge was to make one of my shorter songs with one of my longer lyrics, so I 'had' to craft it into an amalgam of 9/4 and 4/4 signatures. Thus, it may feel crazy on verses but I hope also catchy on refrains.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)  /  I ask only not to have desires (I don’t want to imagine anymore)

¿Puedes explicarme qué es lo que me pasa?  /  Can you tell me what happens to me?
Señor, llévate de mí esta confusión.  /  Lord, take away this confusion.
Quítame el don de la inteligencia,  /  Take the gift of intelligence from me,
pues si no pensara tanto, sería feliz.  /  because if I didn’t think so much, I would be happy.

Siento que este mundo me es extraño,  /  I feel this world is strange,
estoy a disgusto con mis sentidos.  /  I get displeasure from my senses.
No puedo comprender su funcionamiento,  /  I cannot understand their functioning,
ni siquiera amoldarme a él.  /  nor even get used to it.

Sólo pido no tener deseos,  /  I ask only not to have desires,
ya no quiero imaginarme nada.  /  I don’t want to imagine anything anymore.

Esta situación siempre es pasajera,  /  This situation is always temporary,
pero se repite una y otra vez.  /  but repeats itself again and again.
Este malestar de cuerpo y alma  /  This discomfort of soul and body
me hace desear dejar de ser.  /  makes me wish to stop being.  

Pienso entonces en todos los que me quieren,  /  Then I think of all those who love me,
o al menos en los que a veces lo parecen…  /  or at least about those who sometimes seem to…
¿Por qué es tan difícil la coexistencia  /  Why is coexistence so difficult
en medio de una sociedad inteligente?  /  in an intelligent society?

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

No deberías dejar pensar a algo imperfecto,  /  You should not allow something imperfect to think,
sino limitarlo a cumplir su función social.  /  but limit it to fulfilling its social role.
Sólo quiero ser un engranaje más, señor,  /  I only want to be one more cog, Lord,
en tu rebaño de almas, sin preguntas.  /  in your flock of souls, without questions.

Esta vida que me has dado, señor,  /  This life you have given me, Lord,
me tortura, de modos insospechados,  /  tortures me, in unsuspected manners,
a buscarle un sentido a mis dudas,  /  to look for a sense to my doubts,
lo cual, tal vez, sea precisamente su fin!  /  which, maybe, is precisely its purpose!

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

ER43FI10 97-18

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)

Worst poet wanna-being worster singsong-person. 

Lost to learning. Living the attempt.

Orange Waves (acoustic rough)

Francois Cormier

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