Name: precipice by gd&tm
Duration: 3 min 18 s
Description: instrumental rock: guitars with synth build

fire track you sound alot like lil alive keep up the hard work i wanna hear more like this!

Very cool experimental indie piece, great guitars!

hey, there man. whatta dope song! love bro

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Hold Me Now (Feat. Sergi Yaro)

Soft, saline.
I was getting tired of running circles.
All the maybes.
A-keeping up with all of my lunar cycles.
Black Jack hang about.
Wanting the scene.
Black Jack wants you to remember his name 'cause he's lonely.
A travesty that the only one for me.
Has left me, hanging clean and rolling.              
Snake eyes out in a dream.

Ever such a  soft, saline.
Grabbing onto any hold they offer.
Warm, sunbeams.
Hit the dust as you're waking from your slumber.
Black Jack sink them down.
Take in the scene.
Black Jack wants you to be part of the team 'cause he's...
Lonely, salubrious, and hungry.
Meticulous and 'ornery.
Hanging free and rolling. 
Snake eyes out in a dream.

Soft, Saline.
The sum of many portents cast asunder.
Peachy keen.
Beaten down by wasted time on wonder.
Black Jack hit the town.
Wasted the dream.
Black Jack only wants to skim off the cream.
But, he's lonely, an incubus arriving.
Catching us in the mocking, waking scene of a nightmare.
Snake eyes out in a dream.

Saline

Are you wasting your time?
Are you towing the line?
In a small town way.
Are you wasting your time?
Are you plodding along?
As the night time falls.
Are you wasting you're time?
On a well-meaning rhyme.
That no one hears.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young?

You're just wasting my time.
As you're looking around.
For something to do.
You're just wasting my time.
As the hours tick by.
The clock won't stall.
You're just wasting the time.
As the days turn to years.
The bells all toll.
You're just wasting my time.
As a lifetime floats off on the breeze.

You have fun telling me.
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.

Did you ever take time.
To look back on it all.
And just want to go.
Did you ever consider that.
Most of the time.
It was nothing at all.
Do you ever look back.
And regret the attack.
Or the times you stalled.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young?

Did you always fall down.
On the hard bitter ground.
As the evenings fell.
Did you always give in.
At the slightest of things.
At the fierce well.
Did you run off and hide.
At the tenement snide.
As the background blurred.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young.

Speak so confidently.
But you're wrong.
Somehow, over familiar.
Shouldn't have to remind me i'm wrong.
You leave nothing to simmer.
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.
You state confidently. 
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?

You have fun telling me.
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.
Speak so confidently.
But you're wrong.
Somehow, over familiar.
Shouldn't have to remind you i'm wrong.
You leave nothing to simmer.

Wasted Youth

Tea & Pillows

Something in the Water (prod. beatbauerjonas)

instrumental rock: guitars with synth build

precipice

Cheveux au vent
Tu cours guillerettement 
Gracieux, subtil
Ton sourire me prend

Souris à la vie
Petite chérie
Chasse la peine
Qui te saisit
Je serai là 
Pour te guider
Je ferai au mieux
Sois en assurée

Tes yeux marrons 
Font ma joie souvent
Il arrive parfois 
Qu’ils soient mon tourment

Souris à la vie
Petite chérie
Chasse la peine
Qui te saisit
Je serai là 
Pour te guider
Je ferai au mieux
Sois en assurée

Sois forte et fière
Directe et sincère
N’écoute pas ceux-là
Ils seront malheureux

Souris à la vie
Petite chérie
Chasse la peine
Qui te saisit
Je serai là 
Pour te guider
Je ferai au mieux
Sois en assurée

Trace ta voie
Elle est à toi
Inspire toi des Dieux 
Ils sont valeureux.

Souris à la vie
Petite chérie
Chasse la peine
Qui te saisit
Je serai là 
Pour te guider
Je ferai au mieux
Sois en assurée

Tu es au début
D’un long chemin
Tu y sentiras
Des joies, des chagrins

Souris à la vie
Petite chérie
Chasse la peine
Qui te saisit
Je serai là 
Pour te guider
Je ferai au mieux
Sois en assurée

Sois fière de toi
Regarde devant
Je serai là
Je t’aime tellement.

Souris À La Vie

The Playing Fields Of England by These Guitars Say Sorry critiques the glorification of war and questions the romanticized ideals of heroism often associated with it. The song emphasizes the sacrifices made by ordinary soldiers and challenges the notion that war is something to be celebrated or revered.  These Guitars Say Sorry's  folk-inspired songwriting style, is accompanied by his percussive acoustic guitar playing acting as the perfect backdrop for the song's post punk lyrics.

On the playing fields of England
There are battles won and lost
I have seen them fought so many times I had almost forgot
That it's a pleasure and an honor as you go out to die
I'd do it all a thousand times for the old school tie

So hold your head up high
So I can see you're full of pride
As you lay down your life
On the playing fields of England

Past the ranks of blue and gray
Into the old school hall
You can read the roll of honor or heed the distant call
Like your father before you, you'll tread a distant land
You didn't learn the first time, so now you're going back

I look in your eyes and I can see the pain
And then you ask me who's to blame
I told you it was much more than a game
On the playing fields of England

Nobody thought to question why you went to die
Bravely put on the uniform and joined the end of the line
But age brings with it wisdom, but you'll never grow old to know
On the playing fields of England, you will reap what you have sown

As they fly your body homeward, draped in your country's flag
Past lines of grieving relatives who know you're never coming back
On the playing fields of England was where you chose to play
But a generation of you went marching to the grave

As you lie facing the sky, I can only wonder why
You believed a pack of lies about the playing fields of England
The playing fields of England


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The Playing Fields Of England - These Guitars Say Sorry [folk music | protest songs]

This is a Remix of my own track. LOL
All parts by me except drums by Yamaha E363  Keyboard. Too much fun!

https://youtu.be/9BtWWoeohIY?si=G5klgT_XHS9n3Aw9

Cool Breeze Remix (Bass Showcase)

Music Video at youtu.be/7Pr_otbaayE
Music and Words by Rain
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i remember getting lost in church corridors
as a child wandering through hallways
watching light pour through fiery windows
just praying someone would save me

i remember getting lost in the suburbs
as i drove into the city to see you
always in awe of the depths of this world
yet somehow we’d met one another

i remember the pain of getting lost in conversation
wistfully adorning these outstretched moments
with the weight of their ephemerality
eden was wherever we found it

from dust to dust - something tears me away

there were bodies in the steeple, buried inside
in the suburbs, a terrible sickness
our sacred garden we’d furnished together
et in arcadia ego

KYRIE ELEISON

Inheritance

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This is the principal soundcloud channel for original one-man music by gd&themultitracks.  Mainly instrumental, the music was home-recorded in stroud, england using hardware synths & instruments and Audacity community software for editing and mixing the individual multitracks.  I've had great enjoyment in making (& listening to!) the music, but any plays or feedback would be much appreciated ... just play on!

precipice

gd&tm

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