Great lyrics and liquid guitar, sounds fabulous! :)

Growing up in the wild west was easier.....we just fought.....but there were lots of trees and a river....GREAT SONG

Well this is like finding buried treasure and it's glinting like a thousand stars.  I'm starry-eared, if you can imagine such a thing.  Bloody fantastic track.

@aftertherun: Thanks for the kind words! Really appreciated from me and @wheelwright ; ) Gui x

Playlist https://soundcloud.com/andiyi/sets/discoveries-best-of-2016

Guiville for us is an inexhaustible source of ideas and always in renewal - we will follow very closely ;-)

Love the guitar phrasing behind the vocals and the fact that there is only an Ulla St in Middlesborough is almost as unique! :-) Wonderful track, I fear I may have said that before...

Music & mix Guiville @guiville
Vocals, lyrics, additional arrangements and instruments by Michael Wheelwright @wheelwright

Truth - Wheelwright & Guiville

Music & mix by Guiville  @guiville
Vocals & lyrics by Wheelwright @wheelwright
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/truth-guiville-wheelwright
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Lyrics:
Well it can never really end if it never really started 
And I can't even be trusted with the custody of my own heart 
And I'm leaving town coz I'll only let you down 
I'll be gone in the night with my case and my clothes and you won't even hear the door close 
And you're so good looking and you're so smart 
But I've made you like me by pretending to be someone I'm really not 
But it can never really stop if it never really started 
By the break of day I'll be driving down the motorway miles and miles from here 
And I know you'd say we'd probably get along but you don't know me 
Well it can never really end if it never really started 
And I can't even be trusted with the custody of my own heart 
So I'm leaving town coz I'll only let you down

I'll Only Let You Down (Feat. Wheelwright)

Music & mix by Guiville  @guiville
Vocals & lyrics by Wheelwright @wheelwright
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/truth-guiville-wheelwright
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Lyrics:
There's this photograph
Of all the kids in class
When you were back in school
And you look so tired
Coz you tried so hard
And you're staring at your shoes
And no one thinks you're cool

And you don't want to fight
Coz you don't want to win
And you don't want to sell your soul
For the sake of fitting in
And you don't want to fight...

And you're walking back from school
Through the concrete and the rain
And you've missed the bus again

You think of the future
There'll be trees all around here
They'll grow through the pavements
They'll cover the highway

All those songs you played
When you couldn't sleep
It's like they saved your life

And you don't want to fight...

Don't Want To Fight (Feat. Wheelwright)

Music & mix by Guiville  @guiville
Vocals & lyrics by Wheelwright @wheelwright
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/truth-guiville-wheelwright
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Lyrics:
Over and over again they say
 Well this is almost but 
Not quite the same as love

And knowing that you tried 
Well that should make it 
So much better 
But it doesn’t

And you try to pretend that you don’t care 
But that’s not true 
Sometimes it feels like you died, like you’re not there 
You just can't break through 
And you think no one could ever love you 
But that's not true 
Coz you just can't see the good that’s in you 
But it shines through

Over and over again they say 
It’s like you’re almost 
But not quite good enough

And you always blame yourself 
But you can’t see 
That they can’t see 
You’re so much stronger than them

[Repeat chorus]

Over and over again they say 
Well this is almost but 
 Not quite the same as love

Picture reference: 'Sad Child' by D Sharon Pruitt.

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Can't See The Good (Feat. Wheelwright)

Remembered

Para escuchar la versión instrumental original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/recuerdos-de-africa
Para escuchar el boceto original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/boceto-cine-4

RECUERDOS DE ÁFRICA

Pies descalzos en la arena 
que arde como el fuego;
un tambor calmado suena
e invita al sosiego;
en el cielo brilla el sol
y su luz tiene especial resplandor.

Niños ríen en su juego
con mirada sabia;
un anciano grita el ruego
con dolor y rabia;
poco a poco entendí
la vida allí.

Estribillo

África, sueño que no se olvida
África, llena de luz y de vida
al sentir tu latir ya resuena tu voz.

África, madre que ve con tristeza
África, cómo esquilman su riqueza
y se van sin dejar más que desolación. 

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Aunque hoy estoy ausente
no me fui del todo
en mi piel está presente
tu dorado polvo
un susurro que jamás
se va a borrar.

Estribillo

MEMORIES OF AFRICA

Bare feet on the sand
that burns like fire;
a calm drum beats
and invites calm;
the sun shines in the sky
and its light has a special brilliance.

Children laugh in their game
with wise eyes;
an old man cries out his prayer
with pain and rage;
little by little I understood
life there.

Chorus

Africa, a dream that is not forgotten
Africa, full of light and life
when I feel your heartbeat, your voice already resonates.

Africa, a mother who watches with sadness
Africa, how they plunder her wealth
and leave, leaving nothing but desolation.

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Although I am absent today,
I am not completely gone
on my skin is present
your golden dust
a whisper that will never
be erased.

Chorus

Recuerdos de África

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all acoustic & distorted lead guitar
Eric created: all drum, bass, ambient & Synth
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Reminiscing

Suppressed historical facts about the Neckar region:
In addition to southern Hessen and the Franconian region, Baden and northern Württemberg are also among the regions in which there were documented attacks on humans by frogs, salamanders and toads between the end of the 15th century and the 1530s. In the villages of Neckarzimmern, Haßmersheim and Neckarmühlbach alone, there were 21 attacks in 1524, resulting in a total of thirteen deaths among the inhabitants, seven of whom were children of kindergarten or primary school age.
In 1531, the town chronicle of Eberbach reports of regular hunts by frogs and amphibians with sticks and stones on the inhabitants of Eberbach and Hirschhorn in meadows and marshes in “considerable” numbers, in which there were “again many victims to mourn”.

Remarkably, these facts remained completely unknown for a long time. The reason for this can be cited as the efforts of the local associations, which were tightly run by the National Socialists from 1933 to 1956, to falsify history through book burnings, denial campaigns and deliberate misdirection in order to establish, reinforce and nourish the legend of the Aryan and thus invincible superhuman.

Tadpoles To The Arms
(Derived and reinterpreted from an old forest-pond kindergarten song for tadpoles and little frog and toad children)

Born in a pond
near nowhere
The heir to the throne,
Can you feel his power?

Built up strong.
Just arms and legs must grow.
Crown and scepter will be mine
Gonna bring you harm and pain!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Go you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles dive deep
Don’t try to compete!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow your legs and throw your back
Conquer might and conquer land
Grow your pride and go attack

Neither as lamb nor wulf
As frog I’ll be your god
King of the puddle
Emperior of the pond

The lurch is at my feet
Even waterlillies pay homage
Crown and scepter are the tools
To rule the universe!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles achieve
tremendous force!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Tadpoles, to the arms...

Tadpoles To The Arms

Where has my city gone?
Where is my trip in the sun?
Wait, should I have begun?
Got to leave where you're from?

Where is my fantasy?
Where is my hope for much more?
Take your false sliding doors.
I'll hold out for some more.

Out of the valley, alone, into hinterland frozen.
Oh, my arms are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Off with my head.
As the sun passes over the trees.
I'll ride on the in breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where are my city streets?
Where is my blanket for cold?
One day I will be old.
And, I doubt that I'll know.

What can I say?
I'm just drifting around in the sea.
No ideas to seed.
In the absence of need.

Out of the valley, away, into hinterland broken.
All my alms for the poor.
My horizon is sure.
Off with my head.
Down the river; 
Flows on with the leas.
I'll ride on in the breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where is my chandelier?
Who'll meet my consumer needs?
An all consuming greed.
All replete with the weeds.

Where is my parquet floor?
What's a designer for?
Me?
Whilst a-wandering free.
I won't move from this tree.

Out of the valley below into hinterlands frozen.
Oh, my eyes are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Out of my head, as the sun passes over the trees.
Riding on the in breeze.
My horizon is free.

Hinterland

Aries (prod.neverl0se)

I gave A.I. an ancient text from the Nag Hammadi gospels, known as The Thunder, Perfect Mind, which is sung by the Divine Feminine,  and I must admit to being mightily impressed with what it came back with. I just had fun with harmonising extra vocals and choirs; and big thanks to @APi_ZZ for making the cover. 

[The Nag Hammadi gospels are so called because they were buried by Gnostic Christians in the 1st century in a cave in Nag Hammadi, Egypt, in order to avoid the bonfires of the patriarchal Roman church censors who compiled the New Testament as we know it today.]

[Intro]
In the beginning
Was the word

[Verse 1]
I am the first
Before time
Something stirs
Deep inside
Water moves
Without wind

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Verse 2]  
Darkness knew me
Light feared me
Split in two
Made complete
Body breaks
Spirit soars
Can't divide

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Bridge]
Neither male
Nor female
Both and none
Mystery breathes
Through my bones
Ancient truth
In new skin

[Verse 3]
They wrote books
To hide me
But I rise
Through the cracks
Dust to light
Flesh to song
Can't contain

[Final Chorus]
She who was
She who is
She who comes
Hidden light
Sacred fire
Burning bright
I remember
I remember
Everything

[Outro]
In the beginning
In the end
She

This is our track for the September moon, the Corn Moon. The lyrics and spoken words are by me and the music and the cover art is by @APi_ZZ.

Corn Moon

"Bareback. A Tomato Project." is a photo book full of overlying and additional texts, stories and thoughts (from 1999). The lyrics are an excerpt, slightly modified for present tense. 

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Me and my guitar, nothing can come between us.
We find each other, we share a dream.
Look up, there’s a star, maybe it has also seen us.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

INSTRUMENTAL

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 


Me and My Guitar

Music and mix @guiville
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/truth-guiville-wheelwright
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My Mum loved her fags and Martini. When I was child I'd make a trip to the local Spar shop for her in the days before you were asked ID. It was her 'Martini Money'. Gui x

For those interested... 
Martini label: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e4/25/99/e42599ef35660acaabe52fb2bb42a310.jpg
No.6 fags: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/men/2016/05/19/players_no.6_trans_NvBQzQNjv4Bqql6ZVqw2K9kLBBgaKs87NAlgjHCouUg7M08dJRyrjJk.jpg?imwidth=450
Spar Shop: https://www.flickr.com/photos/swindonlocal/6794955420

Martini Money - Instrumental

Music & mix by Guiville  @guiville
Vocals & lyrics by Wheelwright @wheelwright
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/truth-guiville-wheelwright
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Waiting for the bell to ring
I'll miss the bus if I don't hurry then
Up the hill and down the shops coz
Today I've got Martini money

Then walk the dog and watch the telly coz dad's not back yet
Then I'll pretend to do some homework and then it's tea time

And they made us a home
Wasn't always easy
Didn't see at the time
Just how much they loved us and

No one ever said life is easy
Coz life's not easy but
Mum would always say
If we make do then we'll get through

She wasn't exactly a morning person but
She'd always get up at seven and make my packed lunches
Then she'd go back to bed with her Benson & Hedges
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References:
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Spar shop, Park North Swindon https://www.flickr.com/photos/swindonlocal/6794955420/in/album-72157623050557262/
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Martini 
https://www.thewhiskyexchange.com/p/20875/martini-rosso-bot1980s
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Benson and Hedges
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKWE2KvdC0I
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Instrumental version
https://soundcloud.com/guiville/martini-money
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x

Martini Money (Feat. Wheelwright)

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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