enjoyed the story.....fun song...mission accomplished..Well Done

Wonderful narrative and descriptive song, Graham...cool lyric!!!

A great example of the "Swiss Army Knife" musical craftsmanship: songwriter, singer, musician and sound engineer. Nicely done, Graham!

Your music captivates with unparalleled passion and creativity, leaving an indelible mark! Eager to discuss collaboration opportunities to further elevate your impressive talent. Can we schedule a quick call. Or WhatsApp chat?

The story keeps you interested right through to the end. Good storytelling!

A story of a movie of a song. Very engaging.

Huge thanks to Iano @Rosarius for the guitar parts and to Bruce on bass... 

Are you ghosting me? Is that your deal?
Is that what this is and how it feels?
And how the hell does that work for you?
Is there guilt, do you have no clue
How it feels to love and care and trust so much
And share your dreams and fears and such
When suddenly …. There is nothing

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

Verse 2
Emptiness, no sound, no sights
A void once filled with excitement
The thrill of the pace and hunger
Their absence strikes me repeatedly
Not once, not twice, with every ping on my devices
Messages not from you scream the truth
You’re not coming

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

Verse 3
I scroll sometimes through the words
Your wrote to me when you saw my worth
No warning of the savage cut
One day warmth, the next day none
Hours of laughter, not pretending
Now a story with no ending
And I swear that I'll delete them all but don't 
Once more succumbing

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

M8
What does that say about me?
That I could be such a fool
What does that say that 
You could be so cruel

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

Vanished Without Trace

Very fun to create a new piece with a same base but this time worked by another lovely fellow 
open collab offer by https://soundcloud.com/muterial
original track: https://soundcloud.com/muterial/off-the-rails
music by https://soundcloud.com/mzrpklps

full playlist: https://soundcloud.com/muterial/sets/off-the-rails-collaborations

my vocal contribution written below

salt and sugar look the same
could be mistaken but that's okay
mistake do happen yeah
mistake do happen every day
every day of life

all those things I didn't mean to break
all these things I didn't mean to forget
I didn't mean

straighten your shoulders, girl
take a deep breath or wash your face girl
but don't get stuck girl

to brood about
linger over
crying over failures again
cry on your grave
flowering your grave
carry your cross
to the death
flowering your grave
while you are not dead yet

Love and pain don't feel the same
but sometimes you're lost
and feel love is pain
mistake do happen yeah
mistake do happen every day

secrets that I forgot, yes indeed
dreams that I gave up, not really meant that
people that I forgot, on purpose
houses I will not build up, on purpose

Cannot see the world as it is
through filters
greed, hate wrath
whatever it is
it affects your judgment
don't brood about
try to by wise
instead of crying over failures
that happen every day
take the lesson with you

Open Collabs 2023

Salt & Sugar

Salt & Sugar (Kaerian and MZRPKLPS / Muterial Off the Rails Open Collab)

The flutter we live through and decisions we can no longer make.

I Don't Know (I just don't know)

A man with a mission, like in the books you have read. (Lyrics below credits)

Words & Music: Graham Williams
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass & Percussion: Graham Williams

Our story begins many years ago,
On a moonlit night with the street lamps aglow
Enter a stranger, a tall man indeed,
He emerged from the station, looking hungry and lean,
Some saw him heading for the central cafe,
And later at the cemetery kneeling down to pray,
He continued his journey as the rain started down,
Not taking shelter like some misguided clown,

And he kept on walking right down the road,
His collar turned up his face never showed,
All of the time he stared straight ahead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

He stopped only once to wring out his scarf,
Looking this way and that with a furtive glance,
Then in a phone booth he made a two minute call,
To whom, we must ponder the significance of it all,
He continued his journey and glanced at his watch,
The meaning was clear, no time to be lost,
So he quickened his pace looking up for a sign,
He was searching for something that can't be defined,

And he kept on walking right down the road,
His collar turned up his face never showed,
All of the time he stared straight ahead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

He was approaching the dark house when events took a turn,
The man had to stop, maybe some doubts had returned,
He checked in his pockets to see if it was there,
But before he could be certain a sound shook the air,
It was the dead of the night when he witnessed the crime,
Though he thought he was mistaken and had misread the signs,
He heard several voices from the pool room inside,
But the shot that he heard was obscured by the 9:09,

And he kept on walking right down the road,
His collar turned up his face never showed,
All of the time he stared straight ahead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

A car headlight cast his shadow on a wall,
Though you couldn't see it then his face told it all,
There where signs he was weary and nearing his goal,
But alas there's no end to this story being told,
Where did he go on that miserable night?
Was he travelling with intent or running in flight?
All that we know is what we read the next day,
A man in his prime found dead on the highway,

He's no longer walking right down the road,
But his collar's turned up his face never shown,
All of the time he still stared but was dead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

They looked in his pockets but could find no ID,
Just a man with a mission who died mysteriously,
They looked in his pockets but could find no ID,
Just a man with a mission who died mysteriously.

The Man With A Mission

The Man With A Mission (Graham Williams)

This is my opera piece: Emotional Concussion. 
This opera piece is written and recorded by Calyx Kre/Calyx Kreations Music Label. 

I thought this opera piece would be better as an a cappella opera version. I wrote this opera piece when I had the upper respiratory infection and it triggered my OCD where I was having panic attacks. I was really sick. 

This opera piece is about my struggles with OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) from frequent hand washing to panic attacks and about mental health awareness. Been going through a mental health journey as I’m understanding how self preservation or survival instinct help me to build my music career as a musical artist and social media manager. 

A lot of stuff came up and this opera piece really helped me to cope with my mental health struggles and working through trauma I have been through as a teenager to my early adulthood. 

I started understanding the survival instinct of self preservation in childhood when going through childhood trauma and still being able to protect myself and my music career. 

The title: Emotional Concussion
I have had concussions in the past from being a cheerleader, dancer and working in childcare. The opera piece is also written about the concussion I had when I worked in childcare and how I didn't really have any support when going through a head injury. 

It's also about the trauma I have been working through when I worked in childcare and surrounding myself with negative energy. 

So, double meaning.

Emotional Concussion

Fake Smile

B-Alice in Psychedelic Land

Home

=============

Composed in October 2023.

Whenever I send a song to Clive I expect something great. I have already lost faith in giving him a title that he would always modify to give it a better meaning.

After sending me the cover art, and seeing what motivated him to write the lyrics, I can imagine it on his bicycle, returning home after a hard day at work.

And, certainly, be it in England, Spain, or wherever... there is no better place than your home.

Listen to Winkandwoo's fantastic music and voice here….

https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo

lyrics:-

Home
Where the heart is
Home
Where my mind can roam
The precious time i spend alone

When the working day is over
That's my favorite time , I'm going home
I like to be there on my own
I used to be a kind of rover
Being loud , those days are over
Home
I like to be here on my own

15 tracks of native instruments from MS2 and the Xewton forum

6 tracks Arturia imini.

Daw. Music Studio 2

Hardware. ipad

Cover Art. Winkandwoo

mix...my car

Thanks for your comments.

Paco.

Home - Winkandwoo & Midisound

According to Bing's ai thing, you should definitely stay tuned for the Olympic games, the reunion of the Beatles and several works of art and architecture. Wonder what's yet to happen. Current prime minister is making it illegal to criticize anything. So you know it's gonna be SWEEEEEEEEEEEET.

And the Voice spoke of events to follow

method: looping, layering, lapsus - the three L's - and a clock moving slower than time
narration: the poem closing my collection auslegpapier (2020)
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

nach dem auslegen
betrachtet der kunde
den teppich, achtet auf
muster, webweisen

interlinear translation:
interpretation // after placing it  / the client looks at / the carpet, focusses / on patterns, weaves

ausleg

i wrote this song after the death of michael  jackson in memory for his music and work. at that time i had a band and we played this one together in jose´s studio / hamburger. now i updated it a lot with some colour spots :-) out of the coffee-shop-sessions.....
band : sarah, patrick, benjamin, thomas
studio : jose

the king is dead 2025 !

First of all thanks for dropping in on my page.
I sing, write songs and play rhythm guitar. I'm trying to learn a bit of bass. People tell me I've got a reasonable voice and I have a liking for melody. As I make my way with multi-track home recording, I'm hoping the the end result will be greater than the sum of the parts!
So again, thanks for dropping by. Hopefully you will take a listen to some of my songs and if you like what you hear, it would be great if you could leave a comment.

The Man With A Mission (Graham Williams)

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