Name: Driving On By by Ry Sczewurski in Blues And Rock Orientated Ry Schaworski
Duration: 6 min 2 s
Description: Newest track I have made hope you enjoy Ry :)

Sell this one to AC/DC... I can hear Brian Johnson singing on here. Nice!!!! Ha!

amazing song! very nice guitar sound! really dig it

I really like the mellow feel of this. Great job :)

Tracks I have created in a more bluesy Rock Fusion inspired way, Ry Schaworski 

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Blues And Rock Orientated Ry Schaworski

The Narco Blues was a collaborative project Including Ry Schaworski on lead guitar solos 1&3, Ben Hagar on Bass guitar. Stallone D'Souza on Keys and Phil Pritchard on Lead Guitar Solo 2 also.

We collaborated on this track during the lockdown completely remote via the internet 
and finally the finished product is ready to be heard by emotional blues lovers from around the world.

Really hope you enjoy this Bluesy Jazzy number

Ry

'The Narco Blues' -Ft. Stallone D'Souza, Phil Pritchard, Ben Hagar

Newest track I have made hope you enjoy Ry :)

Driving On By

HYMEN AMEN (Overture)

a calm track ´bout drifting away; classical instruments as strings and woodwinds combined with modern drums and sound textures. Some odd meters and an orchestrated crescendo increase the dynamic tension of this track.

driftingaway

This is my new Track - Quest for Celestial Shores , enjoy and have a great Day :)

Epic Uplifting Orchestral Music | Quest for Celestial Shores | Original Composition by Marcel Gruhn

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - End Of The World

Song 1

End Of The World

165BPM

CMAJOR

Lyrics

I
I was unyielding
Then I was defeated when I'm in the building
Guns to the ceiling
I want a new meaning
But what's a new meaning
With a meaningless reason
Zombie need blood from the blood bank
Zombie need flesh from the heart break
Me myself and you need a loot crate
You your self and I need a new way

So this is the end of the world
Gotta zombie eating my flesh 
Hope I die of blood loss
So I don’t eat my dog
I really think I’m gunna hurl 
Because of naughty deeds
Done by those who share the same heartbeats
Much like you and me 

Acid rain
Is falling down
Not that it matters much cause
Every part of town
Is infected by parasitic minds
They manipulate and paralyze 
Until you can’t get up 
Where is the love

So this is the end of the world
Gotta zombie eating my flesh 
Hope I die of blood loss
So I don’t eat my dog
I really think I’m gunna hurl 
Because of naughty deeds
Done by those who share the same heartbeats
Much like you and me 

Raise your hands up
If you could be a better
You could be a better you
Raise your hands up 
If you like to live your life 
With a positive attitude 
Raise your hands up
If you could be a better
You could be a better you
Raise your hands up 
I like to live my life with a negative attitude

I woke up from a terrible dream
I woke up and there was nothing to be
I woke up in a puddle of piss
With nothing but a list of all the people I miss

But you know it
That we won’t change 
Cause we never do 
Til it’s too late
when I die 
Of old age
Live the same lie 
Live the same lie
Replay

So this is the end of the world
Gotta zombie eating my flesh 
Hope I die of blood loss
So I don’t eat my dog
I really think I’m gunna hurl 
Because of naughty deeds
Done by those who share the same heartbeats
Much like you and me

Buffalo Avenue

End Of The World

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - End Of The World

This song is now released :)
Stratocaster Dreams, Co written with Dan van den Berg 
Copyright December 23,
Full song link below:
https://soundcloud.com/guitar-junkie/stratocaster-dreams-ry-s-dan-van-den-berg

Stratocaster Dreams

'Stratocaster Dreams' Ry & Dan van den Berg Preview Demo

I got rid of the bridge before the guitar solo...

One minute you're here
And the next you're marching
I don't like your mimes
Will you hold me tight
And not go snogging
Don't be afraidTo try skyving

It's only tears on my cheek
It's only tears on myCheeks

Everyone is zombie like
Some sometimes
Your fucking words
Cut deeper that a tweeny
Oh I finally see the crime

It's only tears on my cheek
It's only tears on my
There's nothing left for us to go back
Ah ah ah ah ah
Tears on my cheeks
Ah ah ah ah ah
Tears on my, tears on my, tears on my cheek
It's only a fucking tear on cheek
Who's responsable for that fucking tear?
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek

Ah Shit !

Tears on my Cheek

The Long Way Home

Sometimes, life gives you a new start, a new chance.

Covert art by https://www.fiverr.com/s/lqkl9a

A New Beginning

The beak-faced, egg-breasted Bird Mother is the oldest known supernatural deity and she was worshipped in the oak groves of these isles long before any other more humanoid entities.

I wrote this after learning that frequency spectographic research found the dawn chorus builds, with its sound, what looks like cathedrals of light. (More here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2021/01/14/the-cathedrals-of-light-sung-by-the-dawn-chorus/) 

I am very grateful to APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) for composing such enchanting music. You can find him here: https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024 

Music by APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), January 2024 

Cover Art: Detail from a stained glass window at Dornoch Cathedral in the Scottish Highlands, taken by John Haslam. 

Poem: 

All honour to the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her eye of the Moon. 
Our groves were grown for her Offertory 
and even now that they have become churches, 
her birds still intone sonic cathedrals of light 
to wind Saturn’s clock for each new day ... 
and will do for so long as the Earth is.

The murmuring Starlings keep vigil in the dark, 
sparkling in their bright constellations. 
A Long-Eared Owl hoots the Magnificat 
through the cloisters, to prepare the Mass 
for the sleep-dreaming congregations. 

An Eagle arrives at the lectern 
to conduct the Liturgy of Hours, 
its hawkwind-breath inspires and expires 
through the lead-slated roofs and copper spires, 
with prayers reaching up to Her flower-decked bower.
Then a Martin begins the morning Matins 
by swift-spiralling above to show 
we’re all part of the round robin rhyme 
of the tic-tocking Wheel of Time, 
here in our nests and bowers down below. 

At Lauds, a Lark ascends through tree-lined arches 
into the heavenly fan vaulting, 
a glorious Gloria trilling on its tongue, 
that the Sun will keep its promise 
that a new day will come, 
its joy unstinting and unhalting, 
As through the leaded panes of the old church Quire, 
skies are turning from blusher to butter, 
while songbirds in serried ranks, brightly arrayed, 
are chirping and whistling a dawn chorus of praise 
to Her Blessedness, the egg-breasted Bird Mother.

At Prime, a Peregrine Falcon flies to the tower, 
to squawk in the new Sun. 
Then a Torquoise Jay emerges at Terce 
to Gregorian chant the chapter and verse, 
now that the third hour after dawn has come. 

White Swans take flight from their lakes 
to lead the sublime symphony of Sext. 
They soar past choirs of stone-winged angels 
to ring the bells and the Summer Triangle, 
all down the nave and through the transepts. 

Next it’s the turn of a red-cloaked Cardinal.
He intones a psalm, accompanied by a bassoon. 
It is Nones, which marks the ninth hour since sunrise, 
and so we have now reached mid-afternoon. 

Long purple shadows are silently descending 
from the wings of a bald-headed Vulture 
flying in for Vespers at this juncture, 
So we know that the day She gave is now ending.

 Finally, at Compline, a black Crow arrives, 
the incense to light, and to recite the Agnus Dei.
He perches on the altar in full magisterium, 
to hoarsely croak out a sombre Requiem, 
“...aeternum dona eis, Domine.” 
to bring down the thick velvet curtain of night. 

And then a Robin sings the Last Rites. 

All this, in honour of the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her Eye of the Moon.

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

A Cathedral of Birds

"The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once." - Albert Einstein

Image credit: Modified AI generated image

Timeline

Weeks

Bit of a Valentines tune :)
Taste of jazzy blues and rock
Experimental track
Hope you enjoy!!

Free download available

<a href='https://theartistunion.com/tracks/851d74'>Download for free on The Artist Union</a>

The Art Of Love

My latest track is an abstract artform of the biblical story David and Goliath. It starts with Guitar being my representation of David. And Bass For Goliath. After that the fight scene as bridge and the overwhelming happyness for the outro. I really enjoy the Moral of the story of facing your fears head on. 
:) Ry

David And Galiath

Free Download

David And Goliath (Guitar+Bass Solos)

Anyone got the blues today, try this to wash your worries away

Saturday Blues

New Track Released!!! On Spotify and all major streaming apps 

'Stratocaster Dreams', Co-written and produced by Dan van den Berg,
who is based in the Netherlands.
Please check out Dan's Soundcloud music page and Youtube page links below to see and hear more of him, He was a pleasure to work with and a great musician and writer himself also!!

Hope you enjoy it!

Ry

Driving On By

Ry Sczewurski

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