Name: The Muckin' o' Geordie's Byre by Gelsenbury in 24.09.2020 Neu und angesagt: Folk & Singer-Songwriter
Duration: 1 min 49 s
Description: A bare-bones version of this Scottish jig, for solo mandolin.

24.09.2020 Neu und angesagt: Folk & Singer-Songwriter

Valse à deux voix de Florence Pinvidic
Web : florencepinvidic.com et diouflo.com

"Rue des mésanges", musique de Florence Pinvidic (à deux voix)

Parsnip Wine

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Sites web : 
florencepinvidic.com
diouflo.com

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Site web de Florence Pinvidic : florencepinvidic.com

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The Sleeping Tune

Thirteen Minutes

María Solinha

Just a little live recording of a song I recently wrote...

Probability & Definition
(In the key of Segno)

It's a hard pill to swallow to see promises die
And a radiant future  wave its goodbye
But isn't any medicine just supposed to heal one,
And did it do its job if the existence is gone?
As I search the whereabouts of my supposed sins
Others dissolve in their well-meant sweetish grins
The tired ol' tale of probability and definition
After all everyone wants their share of recognition

Another eternity dying away, making some room for a memory-filled day
Now that I feel that my place is not here
But continue searching anyway, for sure its not near.

The best ones leave, as the worst stays behind
Still tells me to believe that destiny's kind
And to numb my mind with an easy way out
In the end, no one knows what all this is about
Awaiting and forming some kind of apology
I sink into the sands of modern technology
And how much would my wisdom be worth in the end
If no one's there to listen or willing to descend.
                              ...
Just what will it take for these tides to finally turn
How many words and tries without bridges to burn
And freedom's just another word to easily reject
An easy sign for someone, the truth to suspect
My haphazard walk on the edge of this knife,
Would it ever bring me closer to the elixir of life,
Or just spark some more madness, aloud and within
As my dreams were etched into the depth of my skin.
                            ...
Maybe its near.

Probability & Definition (Demo version)

Coverversion des Bob Dylan Songs „Simple Twist of fate

Simple Twist of fate

The Journey - An Orange Day
(written, recorded and mixed in the (beginning) key of Segno)

Night falls down, our thoughts drift off, to places far or near
Memories where we were happy or sad
Mix in the starlight clear.
                               ---
And I'm certain I'll see thee again someday,
When the orange sunlight falls down on me
And on the willow tree, down by the bay
                               ---
The unforgettable, wounded hero
And the starry-eyed bard from the lost-and-found
Breaking the bread over coffee and chocolate
To the green notes of an ancient lute's sound.
                              ---
Thy words had grown wings and took off my frown
To accept my sonorous reality
Like the dark-eyed youth from the ancient old town
In the north by the shore of the sea.
                               ---
Bathing in moonlight with thee by my side,
Washing the past scars away
The new day'll be dawning and it looks so bright
With nothing to lead us astray.

The Journey (An Orange Day)- Demo version

written and recorded by shane m. blanchard

<3

when my life is over
hiding in the corner
is the love we shared

our hearts must have deceived us 
and this loneliness redeems us once again

we could never find it
constantly reminded
that our love would end

its happening in stages 
ill cry about the changes   

i know thats its hard for you to be alone this time
you never trusted your heart my dear
i think its gonna take a long time 

lost within the pages
copy and then pasted in your arms again
is it just me dreaming
i can’t possibly believe it 
ill pretend that I am next to you
in these dreams

when my life is over

//

I’m gonna drive my car into the lake
I live my life in all the wrong ways
foot on the gas and I’ll lock myself inside
and maybe then, I can get some peace of mind

I’d say I tried but I know that isn’t true
not up to par and the water’s flowing through
thought I could handle a little more than this
seems I was wrong; that I’ll readily admit

I guess my mom thought that I could make it big
or at least move out by 26
I guess my dad thought that I could be a star
but here I am drowning in his shiny car

Looks like I drove this car into the lake
I lived my life in all the wrong ways
there’s no one here, it’s the middle of the night
I’m out of time and I should’ve said goodbye

//

car in the lake

A bare-bones version of this Scottish jig, for solo mandolin.

The Muckin' o' Geordie's Byre

Gelsenbury

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