Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2024 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
Don't want to be a rose
You want to be a wildflower
Never mind the sun
You want to take a moon shower

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

You say you're getting old
You say you've reached a milestone mama
You're tired of being sold
You're tired of all the hometown drama

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

I love the way the moon glows
I love the way the wind blows
When it goes
Through your hair

Gonna be a wild ride mama
Gonna be a rodeo
Gonna be an LA drama
Gonna have to rope me down

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

Half A Mile From Here

Back with a new original and joined again by the wonderful Georg Boehme on Baritone Sax, Stephan Lipinski on guitar and Sergio Parraga's percussion and bass.   Follow each of these friends and great players and enjoy the music we have created together.  The photo was taken in New York's famed Washington Square Park in Greenwich Village, where musicians and artists often create and perform

https://soundcloud.com/georg-boehme



https://soundcloud.com/pinner
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/smokin-with-stephan-stephan

https://soundcloud.com/sergioparraga
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/swinging-with-sergio-parraga

And thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares.

The Start Of A New Year- Georg Boehme / Stephan Lipinski / Sergio Parraga / Jamie Rhind

Art and Miles
By David Husted

Vs
How much more now is enough
the body turning home
passions and the red, red dust
You and wonder roam

Far more grace than we can see
often so deceived
To give, to give to give away
And find where tender lays

Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Ch
We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

Pre Vs
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Vs
Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Outro
How much more now is enough
the body turning home
passions and the red, red dust
You and wonder roam

Art and Miles

I've spent the past week writing this song, the music is played on my keyboard.

Mr swing king

Recorded in Modesto Ca.  Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Hammond B3 Electric Organ solo. Flute solo. Acoustic Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Godin Acoustic Nylon Strings Guitar Rhythm. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Hammond B3 Electric Organ Rhythm. Drums Acoustic Full kit set. Percussion, Tree Chimes, Rainstick, Nature Birds Chirping, Crickets.

Carmel

Nesting

Music, mix & lyrics Guiville
Vocals Sofiya
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Barefoot on the garden grass,
Lemonade in a tall glass,
Time moves slow like a Sunday song,
And the clouds just drift along.

Kites dancing in the distant blue,
A dog barks once, then nothing new,
Buzz of bees in the flower beds,
Sunshine warming sleepy heads.

Cloud watching, no need to speak,
Skies above like poetry meek,
Shapes that shift, float and fade,
Dreams just drifting in the shade.

Cloud watching, in no rush,
UK summer, soft and lush,
Let the world just pass me by,
With nothing but that painted sky.

A plane cuts through with silver thread,
While kids kick balls and paint the shed,
Neighbour’s radio playing tunes,
Classic soul and lazy swoons.

Cuppa cooling on the sill,
Even the breeze has time to chill,
Thoughts meander, light as air,
Nowhere to be, just here, just there.

Cloud watching, no need to speak,
Skies above like poetry meek,
Shapes that shift, float and fade,
Dreams just drifting in the shade.

Cloud watching, in no rush,
UK summer, soft and lush,
Let the world just pass me by,
With nothing but that painted sky.

Might rain tomorrow, who can say?
But we’ve still got this golden day,
Wrapped in calm, the perfect scene,
Between the grey and all the green.

So let me lie here one more hour,
Time’s a seed, and this… the flower.
No plans, no need to try,
Just me and the clouds rolling by.

Cloud Watching

sultan of swing

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Drown

What was that man dreaming of, the one who played the saxophone the other night? When he finally wakes up, we’ll ask him – though it’s unlikely he’ll ever reply. And if by any chance he were willing to answer, he might say: "Nothing that I can remember, because nothing ever happens in my dreams."

This is the second in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short, and deliberately inconclusive tracks, assembled by combining new ideas with reworked older material, adding parts and sounds along the way. 

Part 1 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-1-night
Part 3 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-3-noon
Part 4 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-4-late-afternoon
Part 5 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-5-night-again

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025) (a partial remake of this: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/johans-aceleration-check-the-description).
Female vocals courtesy of Function Loops.
Ambient and radio sound effects sourced from Pixabay.
Posted on SoundCloud: August 2, 2025.

In case nothing happens - part 2 (dawn)*

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album - in the meantime, you can also listen in sequence here: soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields
instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
note by jo: for very real, material reasons, some people describe living entities as "stardust" and "all vibration". in our current, mentally largely dissociated state, it would make as much sense, though, to describe us as "stellar noise". It will take heartfulls of kindness and mindloads of understanding and nuances of acceptance of letting go and so much more to individually evolve into more harmonic states.

it is time, he said, to address the cosmic egg
the liquid consistency of what it holds
and the fact that insects and crusteceans
are clad in terrean space suits of their very own
and human skin can crack and bleed and peel and heal
and their minds are similar to that in more than one respect

it is also time, he put forth in further understanding
that the very nature of awareness, sentience and connection
to the entities we cannot smell or touch in our tuesday state of mind
and our wednesday protocols and even in our sunday suits
and unprotected glowing selves - unless that little voice trails off

and there is nothing left to win or lose or be or presuppose
and see the inside out in four dimensions, to welcome the upside
round and fingers that can shape the world without a tool

or a machine or automated processes and institutions and free
of data that informs the abstract mind but starves the living tentacles
of kindness and a self endowed with all the silence held to listen

that's why you will have to make a bold decision
to overcome your dizzy spinning sputtering state
of fuzzy feeling and self-involved confusion made
and all that fruitless pro- and inhibition
and turn that little voice off in your head
turn that little voice off in your head

(instrumental, including free static noises)

even in the southern realms and climes
the mongrels at the helm and lost in rhymes
tell wicked tales encumbered only by
some long forgotten memory
buried to the burnished hilt
while in a building built by lords and ladies of the cosmic court
while all the scouts appear as tiny lights
of white and red and blue and green
in smokey dreams of sorcery...........

scalar field pt 8: hide and Seek ---Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

Solo artist/producer from Swindon, UK - dabbling in sounds while others sing. No idea what I’m doing 😉. Love to all who listen, comment, and repost! x
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イギリス、スウィンドン出身のソロアーティスト／プロデューサー。他の人が歌っている間に音作りをしています。何をやっているか全く分かりません😉。聴いてくださって、コメントしてくださって、リポストしてくださる皆さん、本当にありがとうございます！x
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日本のリスナーの皆さん、本当にありがとうございます。毎回の配信に本当に感謝しています！