Great sound from that lead guitar! Some very intricate skilful work going on! Nice blues rock sound!

Excellent Strato Sound Track 100% Approved 👍

So good sound and performance. Very good instrumental rock.

Wonderful feelings in these dreams... ♥

Two of my favorite SoundCloud-guitarists together on one track! Love it!!

Really dig the vibe , cool sound. peace&zen

Wow, awesome fusion guitar, sounds so good!

Going to the festival and there's no one to see. 
May as well take these pills on the way in with me.
We're staying up all night cos we don't need no sleep.
No cash, no fags, no tent and nothing to eat.
Slowly were going insane.
Shane, we all know your name.

Going to the festival and there's plenty to drink. 
We didn't bring it, but who cares what they think.
Wander round all night cos you ain't going to sleep.
No bed. No bag. No phones and nothing to eat. 
Slowly, we're going insane.
Shane, we all know your name.

Three days will go by in an instant.
Five years will go by in a flash.
Your life be gone before you know it so watch out.
Get yourself to the festival 
Best of all?
Now.

Going to the festival and you don't have to think.
May as well enjoy it while your lives on the brink. 
Staying home alone's no fun with nothing to do. 
No job. No home. No bird and no one to screw.
Slowly, we were going insane.
Shane, we all know your name 

Three days will go by in an instant.
Five years will go by in a flash.
Your life be gone before you know it so watch out.
Get yourself to the festival 
Best of all?
Now.

Folk Festival

A composition I'm extremely fond of, feauting one of my most dearest themes which I simply had to repeat it in the Coda.
As a musical piece it is straightforward, and unassuming in its texture and scope, but I believe it has a certain fable-like, enchanting feeling, thus the poem title, although structurally it is very close to a sonata. 
I've explored others mode a bit ( I've modulated to F Lydian instead of F Major), which is something I'll likely do in the future. 
I might continue tweaking this piece, but overall it is finally finished.

Poem for Piano, F Minor

'Stratocaster Dreams'

A collection of ideas and melodies over a very modal piece written by Ry Schaworski and Dan van den Berg
Ry Schaworski is based in New Zealand and Dan van den Berg is based in the Netherlands. 
You can check out Dans music also on Soundcloud:

https://soundcloud.com/danarchx

Dan is an amazing player in many genres including flamenco style also

Enjoy the dream like structure with a taste of New Zealand  and the Netherlands :)

Stratocaster Dreams

'Stratocaster Dreams' Ry S & Dan van den Berg

In the heart-wrenching aftermath of losing his partner to a relentless battle with cancer, a man found himself adrift in the vast emptiness of grief. The once vibrant colors of their shared life turned to muted shades, and the echoes of his partner's laughter haunted every corner of their home. The man, once grounded by love, became a nowhere-man, wandering through the days with a heavy heart and a sense of purpose lost. The weight of loss hung heavily upon him, casting a shadow over his every step. Friends reached out, but the fortress of grief he built around himself seemed impenetrable. In the silence of solitude, The man grappled with the void left by his partner's absence, navigating the world like a ship without a compass, lost and yearning for the anchor of love that had been cruelly taken away.

Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man Two - David Wurden (music),  Gary Hayward (lyrics and Vocals)

Phantasmagoria in Two Tim Buckley cover

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

A shaman's description of the Underworld.

I'm very grateful to Andreas Pirner for his inspirational and magical music. You can find him here:  @api_zz

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

Music composition by APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ, January 2024  (Andreas Pirner) 
https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Cover art: Microcosmic Universe by youvebeenowned on Deviant Art 

Lyrics:

I once used to hear that the Underworld 
Was a flaming Hell down below the Earth,
Where sinners were roasted on spits,
And where Satan held court as Lucifer 
Over boiling, putrifying pits.
We were frightened when young by this grim tale.
But it isn’t at all like that. I assure you, I know...
Lucifer is the light bringer, the morning star 
The Underworld is a place where all life grows
And it isn’t even very far...

This dimension of the Multiverse
This Underworld

It is Dreamtime to the aborigines,
A night black land of fertile potential,
Where star seeds of new possibilities
Sprout in the dark from the quintessential
Before birthing into form. 
It’s where Coleridge found Kubla Khan’s 
Stately pleasure dome was decreed. 
And where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Straight down to a sunless sea,
Through caverns measureless to man...

In this dimension of the Multiverse
This Underworld

It is here that the enlightened artist goes
To these dark, echoing caverns,
To mine, like the dwarves of Erebor,
Boons already dreamt into being,
Buried in a golden seam of ore. 
They ferry their treasures along the Alph, 
And then finally out into this bright world of day,
Their cargo unloads itself by crystal telegraph
If they’ve been careful not to spill a single
Drop along the way...

From this dimension of the Multiverse
This Underworld

They smelt the ore with the heat of their passion 
Into masterpieces of paintings, poetry and song,
They are humbled with gratitude as they fashion
These healing gifts from another realm,
A place that can cause no wrong. 

So this is the real Underworld, I hope you can see 
The source of all great art born from natural alchemy. 

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

Underworld

Translation above
Une de mes nombreuses chansons écrites pour mes élèves.
Voix : Patrice https://soundcloud.com/patrice-mary06

Ma fenêtre
Je vois par les carreaux 
Ce que font les oiseaux : 
Quand ils quittent leur nid 
C’est qu’ils ont bien grandi.
Alors, j’ai ce désir
Qui me ferait plaisir :
Je rêve d’être ailleurs 
D’être grand et sans peur.

Refrain :
Ma fenêtre ouvre un ciel 
De rêves en ribambelle. 
Ma fenêtre m’attire
Et m’invite à partir.

Tout comme eux dans le ciel 
Un beau jour je pourrai,
En déployant mes ailes 
Comme les grands voler.
Si jamais je me perds 
Dans cette immensité, 
J’aurai comme repère 
Mon enfance passée. (refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 16 septembre 2015

One of the many songs I've written for my students.
Voices: Miorcos https://book.easyzic.com/miorcos

My window

I can see through the panes
What birds do:
When they leave their nest
It's because they've grown up.

So I have this desire
That would please me:
I dream of being somewhere else
To be big and fearless.

Chorus : 
My window opens a sky
Of dreams in ribambelle.
My window attracts me
And invites me to leave.

Like them in the sky
One day I'll be able
Spreading my wings
Like the great ones.

If ever I get lost
In this immensity,
I'll have as a landmark
My past childhood.
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, September 16, 2015

Ma fenêtre (feat. Patrice)

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

A New Beginning

The Dagda was the creator god of the Irish fairy race, the Tuatha Dé Danann, who, in Celtic myths, ejaculates into the River Boyne, dedicated to the goddess Boann. Here I combine this star metaphor with our growing knowledge about cymatics, and about how archaeologists discovered that the shapes of the shells of the fossils change all at once, at the beginning of every Vedic Age (25,772 years). 

Lyrics:

The Dagda stood, phallus firmly in hand 
One foot on Red Mountain, the other on Newgrange. 
While miles below him flowed the River Boyne 
And the pleasure boats of happy folk 
Oblivious to the existence of 
This giant of the Tuatha dé Danann, 
The creator god of their race. 

He was waiting for Her. 
He was waiting for Boann, 
He was waiting for Her Voice, 
As he had done, many times before, 
Over countless aeons... 

He was waiting for Her Voice, 
The love song that would sing into being 
The turning of the Ages, 
The command for the waves to change their shapes. 

Only He could hear Boann’s Voice, 
Only The Dagda’s ears were pure 
From the chattering white noise 
And seductive sirens’ spells 
That others were bound by. 
He had no interest in their words. 
To him they were just like 
The mating cries of hump-backed whales, 
A long way off in the distance. 

He wondered what she’d sound like, this time? 
What love song would She sing 
To build the new waves of the new Age? 
Then he heard it. He heard it... 

It was coming towards him on the wind. 

Suddenly her soft lips were on His ear, 
And she sang Her song 
Into the long, winding labyrinth 
That led to the serpents in His sack, 
Who instantly, at the sound, leapt up 
On fire, and whirling with desire 
To enflame Him with Her command, 
To send Her song to the waters, to the waves
And to the seas, to turn the Wheel of the Age. 
And He could hold back no longer. 

With a vast groan of ecstasy 
Tinged only with the agony of waiting, 
He released Boann’s love potion, 
Like a colossal creamy fountain, 
Into the flowing, glistening milky way 
Of Her river below. 

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024 
Music by Paul Foss
© Paul Foss, January 2024
Contact: paul@paulfossmusic.com

Cover art: Carina Nebula, a collosal stellar entity spanning 460 light years and emitting some of the most stunning formations of gas and dust in the Milky Way.

The Dagda

LYRICS:

Not long ago
The ice and snow
lay in sheets on the ground
But it's too late now
The seeds of doubt
have taken root all around

The air's a little bit colder today
The day's a little bit longer they say
We'll grow a little bit older this way

I'll never run from the fading sun
So move your tired lungs
in inflated tones
and sing for me
When all we've done
is the sum of exactly 1
I'd never number the days
in the month of February

You gotta know how know how to hold it
Know how to hold it in

I'll never run from the fading sun
So move your tired lungs
in inflated tones
and sing for me
When all we've done
is the sum of exactly 1
I'd never number the days
in the month of February

The Sum of Exactly 1

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

'Stratocaster Dreams' Ry S & Dan van den Berg

Ry Sczewurski

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