Hey Jim man, love the big, majestic melody with the mode switch in it. This is a wonderful song, with brilliant tension and release baked into the composition. Great work here, my friend!

I like Josh's observations, and I agree! Those horns are sweet, too. They do the trick. Lovely, thoughtful work that also feels great.

Texte Français et Gogle translate

LA PHOTO

Pour la photo rapproches-toi,
Main sur le dos, donnes moi le bras.
Dans un sourire fixons la page
Et pas se dire, c’est un passage….

Beau ce cliché il est vivant,
Nos yeux brouillés en disent tant.
On y respire et çà se voit,
Tant de plaisir à être là.

Sur ce bristol tout en couleurs,
Marque l’envol d’un grand bonheur.
Dans ces images si belles en soi
Font un passage qu'on oublie pas,

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Je regarde les rêves lointains,
Sans prendre garde on y revient,
Et toute la peine surgit si vite,
Quand les « on s’aime » prennent la fuite.

,Alors dis-moi que cette photo,
Elle restera comme le plus beau.
Qu’encore loin et même vieux
Ce papier peint sera nous deux.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…

Et pas du souvenir,,,

THE PHOTO

For the photo come closer,
Hand on your back, give me your arm.
With a smile let's stare at the page
And not to say to oneself, it is a passage….

Beautiful this shot it is alive,
Our blurred eyes say so much.
We breathe there and it shows,
So much fun to be there.

On this colorful bristol,
Marks the flight of great happiness.
In these images so beautiful in themselves
Make a passage that we don't forget,

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

I look at distant dreams,
Without taking heed we come back to it,
And all the pain arises so quickly,
When the "we love each other" run away.

So tell me that this photo,
She will remain as the most beautiful.
That still far and even old
This wallpaper will be the two of us.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...

And no memory,,,

LA PHOTO (Chanson Française)

One more for the shadows  Will & Nikerty

Woodsmoke Way
One path, a thousand steps.
This track was born from the image of a fading forest, the scent of smoke, and the stillness found when everything else quiets down. Harmonica and dobro guide you to a place where the road is still gravel, and the air is filled with memories.

Woodsmoke Way

I've heard part of this lead guitar before in someone else's song..  and it's doing my head in... I want to find out what I've possibly encroached... If anyone can put a name to it I would be very grateful... 🤔 I'd like to check it and adjust if it's too close... My hunch is the timing will keep my piece original enough and I think it's also the reason I can't think of it ... Musical mind control haha


Timing 7/1 (Hat tip to Pink Floyd song Money which ia 7/4)

I used 7/8 in the end as I wasn't feeling the gait 7/4 gives you at 33bpm, my random-ish bpm. Has a nice psychotic hijack reference anyways...

Tempo 33 BPM (The number of the Bus in the movie Speed)

Added electric guitar lead with the piano and vox


Page > Screen
To reiterate my opinion on using a pen and paoer vs a screen... It's break from the square light. You are less distracted plugging yourself out of that wireless matrix. Like I alude to in the song about books vs videos... I heard JRE parrot a while ago that he thinks videos are the same for absorbing info as books... I completely disagree. He'sa sales man selling his semi real world... For absorbing something with technical information only... maybe... But for creating your own opinion on something and merging that better with an author or creator... Books give you pause to create your own solid thoughts about something. You give yourself ponder time where as being led by a film maker you must accept their flow more then an author and a book... I think anyways... The more I think about it again it comes back to the screen as the distraction to your clear thought... It's not just the light in fa tvits not that. It's the subliminal association and the mode tour brain will inconsciously go into when you are surfing the matrix... You in dumb down mode locked into reels and shorts so does that trigger it all the time at some level given so many people are so used to that as normal.. just expanding on that Incase you get a half assed unplug by writing on a tablet  ... My lyrics I think have vastly improved since I decided to only write that way again... i never write on a screen now only to type them out

Lyrics

We used to barter
Comparable value
Traditional
Social
For our kids, we haggled
Then money washed over the world
Value became a nothingness unfurled
New control of will
Weakened minds
Money now pill
Permanent mine, to mine.
It mines your mind,
Materialism
It boils your love with fake physical schism
It melts your zealed connection to neighbour
It took sharing away
Now feeds capital (online = plugged into the matrix spend more spend more no connectivity with life) flavour
This flavour tastes bitter to me
I spat out the sweet with good Nepali
Temple balled brain says we need new way
Let's dissect this finance let song have a say

So many angles but credit king cruel
Imaginary money forms more digital druel
The advert macvhine moves to highjack minds
I want it
They have it
We must be... It's mine
Mining your mind in multiple ways
Oh a headline,
Wow, now I'm an expert I say
Man, I saw this tik tok short
Now ion this universe I can report
My buddy knows it and musk says it's true...
It 'must' be what real world has shown us...
Rogan ' wrong.
Video can be shallow
A book gives you pause
Make your own true made swallow.

Hijacked hymn
Come on home again

Show yourself
Read the article
Whole documentaries paint small parts of this
Combined info. will find you honest
The mis-informed can become all honours
But you need to know how and what you are told
It's your muted love brings your subliminal bold
See the world
Confirm it's true
Forget the news
Go outside
Like trees do

Oh Hijacked hymn
You're coming home again
With reasons rule
Just candle light for you

Hijacked

Just a little impromptu-ish take on "Anything You Can Do" from Irving Berlin's 1946 musical "Annie Get Your Gun".
I was joined by mezzo-soprano Bethan Morris, and the piano track was provided by Helen Roberts.

We were making a cake, and found that we are altogether much more fond of fondant than of guns...and honestly who would sign up for a mass shooting if they could join a cake tasting instead..

We hope you'll enjoy our inanities.

Anything You Can Do (Annie get your gun - Iving Berlin - the patissier's ed)

30-5-2025

Let's go with a tempo of 192 BPM to represent it's average speed of an amazing 192 body lengths per second

Although the intention is to appreciate the creature for what it is, tiny creatures like this are even more special because they inhabit spacial dimensions we can never truly appreciate. They live in micro machines the game all the time. So cool... 😆

It's nice also to use their imagined perspective for trying to imagine beings that can inhabit additional dimensions to us. Spider mites are so small relative to us it's as if they exist in 2D world. In their 3D world they have mount everest at every turn

Maybe ascension for us as beings lies in evolving to states of being that can access a fifth dimension and as firth dimensional beings we can see our 3 dimensional brothers and sisters trying to think outside the box


Ok back in my box!


Red Spider Mite

A pest we say
Through weed old true to me
Dear spider mite
Just red and bright
You make Schindler's list with system wist
Munching buds and weeds and strawberries
Crunching paths
Minute dimensional glories
We lack perspective for very small
Be sound balloon muse melody troll

Make your mission Anthropoda
Make zinc spark fission
Like human coda
Mites are more like spacial rock
More mighty mites make light as clock
Eurakyotes, resident with mind
Be fine red raid of niche you find
Kind is kind
Blind is blind
Through your eyes no pest sees bind
Zesty like sculpturor of this planet
You carve this rock
Be life like granite

Silky webbing your fortress for troop
Expansion of nice red army like group
fruit sustenance leaves munched for lunch
More red rainbow youth multiplication of bunch
Go be no pest with battle for zest
Be Earth like nest
Big gravitational best

Red Spider Mite (Poem and Notes)

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Written and performed live using Teenage Engineering OPXY

          Моє сонце

Я ночі не спала
Тебе все чекала
Даремно кохала
Не того шукала
Я свого принца знайти хотіла
І свої крильця ой, не розкрила
Я ніби з неба донизу впала
Хоча до нього і не дістала

Куплет 2:
Я сльози гарячі
Ховала від ночі
В душі біль та відчай
Сльоза на обличчі.
Я вже не та, що тебе благала
Я вже не та, що все віддавала
Яскраве сонце мені засяє
Серце пробачить і заспіває

Приспів:
Мені надію моє сонце дає, 
А можливо, тільки сон це і є?
Прийди до мене моє сонце, прийди
Я сподівалася, що це назавжди

Куплет 3
Я більше не вірю
У спогадів зливу
У казку брехливу
У цю гру фальшиву
Я крізь образи любов тримала
Сто разів падала —знов вставала 
Моя душа не зламає крила
Хай навіть віра вже посивіла.

Моє сонце

LOK! - THE2OFUS (Prod. LOKI)

Only very slightly evil hippy of the old tradition.
1 guy, strat, Yamaha acoustic. iPad. substances.
I’m no Conway Twitty. 😕
Listening pleasure proportionate to cannabis intake.

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