I love this right away. Such nice dissonances.

Utterly fab Viv!  Love the duel lead section.  So good.

Epic genre-defying work of subtlety and great energy. Some stunning guitar work Viv. Music and words that live with the listener after the playing has stopped.

engrossing track Viv, it evolves so naturally through its elements.

Whoohoo! What a trip through the 70s --- love how everything builds up to the spacy AC riff, and then even further to the recital part. Fab instrumental outro too!

this comes in so menacing & ominous like a Soundgarden track

Superior work, brilliant ideas, what a pleasure to listen! Outstanding playing and feel throughout.

Yeah I'm ready to die for it !

This is not a story that is so... so simple to understand
I fell in love with my best friend, and he was just that
Always willing to give me that... kind hand
We became lovers, and now, I've discovered
He's a fuckin' alcoholic
He's now in prison and, I'm so sad
Got a puppy dog to keep me company, but... it just doesn't …
-do the same thing as havin' that man in your arms... 
just tellin'- him how much he loves you- and
I miss his touch I miss him so much

By fear, they all told me don't go back to that man,
He'll hurt you again He could kill you my friend
Don't go back to this man
Your mad 
Heaven only says

His love's enough for me and I'm prayin' to him 

I'm in your arms 
feeling your heart beating close, so close to mine
I want you in my world, you know me
I don' give a flying fuck what - those- friends - say
You'll be mine again, I want you all and
in my arms, mmm...

You're my sugar high 
Hot sex 
Yeah, I'm ready to die for it

Ready to Die For

Ready To Die For It

Krishnamorte X Nephtys - La cabane - Punky Child

Punk Baby

Lyrics inspired by the poem 'Raindrops' by Ciarán Parkes.

Photograph is a statue of Oscar Wildes wife Constance Lloyd in Merrion square, Dublin taken by Ciaran Parkes.

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Angel

I'm reassured in a small way
by the sound of raindrops falling 
as I lay here in my bed.

They come down as they do,
countless tiny Angels
down from heaven.

Without wings these 
Angels bring,
the gift of sweetly shattering 
on everything they touch.

So radiant 
still when they land,
they're only here to change 
my plans and save me 
from myself.
A tragedy that I avoid 
damn I really could have died 
you saved me!

ooh ooh Angel

They turn sunlight into rainbows everyone of them 
reflect the setting sun.
Falling to their own reflections destiny in each and everyone.

ooh ooh Angel

I'm reassured in a small way
by the sound of raindrops falling 
as I lay here in my bed.

Photograph is a statue of Oscar Wildes wife in Merrion square, Dublin taken by Ciaran Parkes

Angel (Falsestart/Aine Parkes) featuring Angela Solis on violin

i wonder sometimes
how a chicken can run with its head off
'n i wonder sometimes
how the 🐙🐙🐙 got so smart

chicken or the egg

'n i wonder sometimes 
how the universe seems to go on forever
or is it just a tiny loop 
that brings us back to where we started

chicken or the egg
it all comes back
to where we started

'n i wonder sometimes
when i depart this place
will my ashes feed the fish
'n what're they gonna do without this old mess

chicken or the egg
it all goes back
to where we started

chegg

Come my love, don't dwell upon the things that we have lost
Pride and passion, honour, love, sought at such a cost
We never did understand the twisting of the ways
It will serve us best to lift our heads and think of better days

Base Photograph for cover art by Anna Gru on Unsplash

Better Days

I wrote this one during lockdown a while back, it needs a bit of work....

From Aunty Joan

An Emperor sits on his throne
Building states from human bones
I heard all this from Aunty Joan
She told me on the telephone

Learn to love your inner beast
She said with fortitude at least
put your best foot forward now
Try not to slay the sacred cow

Welcome to the bottom of the pile
You might be here with us for quite a while
And if you're wondering where the moneys gone
It never stays around for far to long long

Prepare for the worst but hope for the best
Scream and shout, don't let it rest
Let it out, get it off your chest

I heard all of this from Aunty Joan
She told me on the bleeding telephone
She told us all this day would soon arrive
And we should hope and pray for our lives

I'm a little wary and skeptical
To drink or not to drink,  and question all
Try not to fight or cause a public brawl
Its what she said to me  if I recall
Unless I want them to cut off my balls

Prepare for the worst but hope for the best
Scream and shout, don't let it rest
Let it out, get it off your chest

I heard all of this from Aunty Joan
She told me on the bleeding telephone
She told us all that day would soon arrive
And we should hope and pray for our lives

Entropy

From Aunty Joan (Remixed Demo) 2022

I've been playing around with mixing some of my older stuff to see what happens. This is a couple of early tracks superimposed and slightly altered and, yes, that is my voice that you can hear in the distance - as far away as possible! It's a .... noisy... track!

Get Up And Play (incorporating 'Carried Away')

This track is another heartfelt, raw, and organic musical conversation with my friend and guitarist Tim Elliot.  Thankfully, he's always game to sit down with me and communicate spontaneously. And while this certainly isn't professionally recorded, it has it's charms.  😉 🤸‍♂️ 🎶 

Jamming is all about being open and willing to communicate and explore, and that's what we love about it.

Anyway, this is the first few minutes of what emerged out of our session in mid May, and is actually the first Part of the Full session now published as   
 Anomon& Elliot Live! 
The second half of the total Session is now published as  
Anomon & Elliot Live! Part 2

May you enJoy. 😎


© Gary Courtland-Miles and Tim Elliot 2022
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles and Tim Elliot 2022
Edited by Anomon

Another Heartfelt Flow _ an Improv with Tim Elliot

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

I don't care for "I trust you"
I don't care how it sounds
Ian, my latest server 
Is far beyond the bounds

Last we listen, last we wait
Fog in my brightest dreams
For my love in its passing
Should be depraved hidden screams

Iron, iron forges me
Iron, iron forges flesh

Sinking deeper in lonely abandon
Sinking deeper in art's holy names
Trusting my own foolish instincts
Thirsting for hunt of smaller game

Sitting below weeping dark trees
Sat in the cold corner ground
Ian left me, I don't have his mind
And I don't care for my own solid sound

Iron, iron forges me
Iron, iron forges flesh
lyrics by Kyle Bolan

John Denver released this tune in 1974 . Performed on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard. 

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: https://www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #448

All music, songs and lyrics are original, unless noted.
Collaborations welcome, if you think you can add something to any of my songs, want to sing them, etc, please drop me a note
I advise playing on a good Hi-Fi or at least good headphones, otherwise you will miss all the good stuff going on in the lower frequencies. You don't want to only hear half of the music : )

Better Days

Garddwr Porffor

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