underbar berättelse om den här låten och din farfars möte med Joe Hill. bra produktion och sång. (<;

Brilliant…
great vocals & lyrics &
instrumentals & production..
👏👏👏👏Bravo👏👏👏👏

Beautiful song man. Production is top notch 👏👏👏

Very nice track that has your family history.  Very nice!

Wonderful folk song, and beautifully performed. Please consider posting lyrics, I unfortunately do not understand Swedish, so written lyrics would help me to more fully enjoy your song.

Magnifique chanson 😊😉😎👍🙋💕

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Tonsatta dikter av min farfar Axel Alfredsson.
Handlar om hans tid i USA, dit han emigrerade 1912-1921
Låtarna på Svenska handlar i huvudsak om hans tid i Sverige och de övriga fem låtarna på engelska om hans tid i USA bl.a. med mötet med Joe Hill.
Detta är ett projekt tillsammans med mina söner, där Anton Alfredsson producerat och Axel Alfredsson spelar bas. Konvolut är designat av Moa Grundvik Ördell

01. Den Rödhårige

This collaboration came about when I was commenting on a track from @cosmic-ratzzz, saying how I was very inspired and influenced by his incredible music and style - both solo, and the over 100 (!) songs he & @Joerxworx have worked on together. Then suddenly, Ratzzz offered to send me a track he created - a complete backing arrangement (bass, drums, clav, synth, keys, some sax, effects, etc.) - and suggested I add something to it. I was apprehensive cause his stuff is top notch quality, but I took a stab at it, and this is what came out. My part is the 2 lead horns - sax & muted trumpet (both played on keyboard), and Ratzzz did everything else. 

The title comes from the fact that Ratzzz made it so easy to work with because of his incredible talent and a fully baked track to solo over. I tried to leave some space and work around what he was doing and I think it turned out quite nice for a first try.
The image is a bit of a mashup I did of both our SC avatars.

Thanks Ratzzz for your generosity and amazing music; hope you all like this!

All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve.   :)

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here's some pictures I took: www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/
my best photos on 500px (safe site): 500px.com/p/mrmark?view=photos

Eazy Breezy (with Ratzzz & mistermark)

Plucking and combing through ideas, creating neverending daydreams -- is it artful, or just nonsense?
The imagination runs wild, for most of us; that of a young one runs even wilder.

A plethora of themes streak across this final tune from the first 9 songs of The Hungry Pyknic. Although many of the characters in the song are exclusive to the story (currently unfolding and being written as we speak) comprising Toxic Fever Dreams -- taking place in the mind of a young human being who doesn't quite understand the capabilities of their mental prowess or how to reign it in, whilst they are away from home -- the story concludes such themes pervading all of the songs. Until Toxic Fever Dreams, almost all of the songs' narratives remain inconclusive in their telling, but not their message. However, TFD succeeds in wrapping The Front Nine up in a blanket of surety, but only out of surfeit does this song vindicate disparate and urgent human qualities constantly in states of ebbing and flowing, degeneration and metamorphosis, ever-spinning and never really truly stopping for a moment's notice.
What should one notice? Just ask the Fishmen.


Lyrics:

Hey hey goldfish man
Where is the bright side?
Sonus is king and he's done
Done with his pride.
Drama has gone to sing for
Co-Captain John.
Rosalina DeMayo's song
Took far too long.

Paul says he is Love
This I just shove.
Together in itself
But my mind's on a shelf.
Ohh what a Tangled-up Iron Mountain
Tent I have been.
So much for Hamlet's scene.

Us dancing in The Brushes 
Better luck in the past.
A captain travels there in May
As the Fishmen say 'heyehey'.
I could come with me to the sea
Don't know why...
We all got just a little
A little bit high.

Speckles to sound,
But the Ominous Game can tell.
After the Fame nothing could 
Compare.
As I'm sitting here in
My White Plastic Chair,
I can hear the rain, hear the rain
Here the rain yell and swear.
Hear the rain yell and swear.

Ready to start again
Like Mister School.
Didn't know I Woke upon the
Right Side of the Bed.
Single in strength
Hey Sam, hello hello --
As Cyrus says:
"The Gunman is Here Right Now!"

Some things are better to come!
Some things I'm about to know!
I have her in my room:
Mary's in my room,
And Joe is in the rain.
Joe is in the rain
Joe is in the rain
Better watch whatcha say!

I don't see the Raven 
Anymore.
All I see is 
Castle Mountain Faces.
Hey man, hello hello
See the Spark, Shoot the Lark.
Joe and Mary, look at me
I'm the one you want to be!

This is My dream.
Welcome to My dream.
Oh Toxic Fever Dreams,
Set me Free!

Toxic Fever Dreams

Bonjour!!
Depuis le temps, j'avais besoin de me défouler un peu, du coup j'en profite pour expliquer à quel point je me sens plus proche des canidés que de mes congénères.

Ah, au fait! Neyko, c'est le nom de mon chien. Voici les paroles:

De nature plutôt placide                                     
Fidèle à la meute à laquelle j’appartiens
Le museau long la truffe humide
Confirment que je descends du chien 

C’est une prise de conscience à l’évidence une évidence
En ce jour nouveau je déclare par St Bernard du bout des crocs :
Je suis Neyko

	Lancez au plus loin la balle
	Je la rapporterai	
	La rage, l’emportement brutal
	Je saurai oublier

	Tombez / de l’au-delà d’un arbre, 
	De ce que vous voulez
	Je ne suis pas de vos semblables, 
	C’est un fait 

Je n’ai jamais mordu personne
Ce n’est pourtant pas l’envie qui m’ a manquée
Certains diront que je déconne 
Que je suis bon à enfermer

Dans un chenil de fous
Oh my dog

	Lancez au plus loin la balle
	Je la rapporterai	
	La rage, l’emportement brutal
	Je  saurai oublier

	Tombez / de l’au-delà d’un arbre, 
	De ce que vous voulez
	Je ne suis pas de vos semblables, 
	C’est un fait 

Allez va chercher

Je descends du chien

Je Descends Du Chien

Music from game „Walled City Sunset“ made for GMTK Game Jam 2024 by Nozomu Games: https://nozomu57.itch.io/walled-city-sunset

Walled City Sunset (Main Theme)

LYRICS
They sprinkled stardust on their lies
They didn't think we'd see the truth behind their eyes
It's not a game
We know who's to blame
And I'm surprised
That you're not hiding

You give and take
But mostly take
Until there's nothing left worth having
It's not a game
We know who's to blame
And I'm surprised
That you're not hiding

You say there's hard times on the way
You don't know hard those times anyway
Just sell a yacht or two
It will see you through another day

Instrumental

It wasn't us that led all the headlines screamed
We had a walk on part no more no less than dreams
It's not a game
We know who's to blame
And I'm surprised
That you're not hiding

And if you're cold then melt your medals down
And praying really will not help you
It's not a game
We know who's to blame
And I'm surprised
That you're not hiding

I'm Surprised (that you're not hiding)

Take a look here 
Juno https://www.junodownload.com/artists/Zarine/
iTunes / AppleMusic https://music.apple.com/us/artist/zarine/586665133
Boom VK https://vk.com/artist/zarine
Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/1gzjk4dYXwoLP9RRmWkREE?si=lOmLpB6oTy-Bfs76ZOxrdg
Beatport https://www.beatport.com/release/torpedo/4821292
DeeZer http://www.deezer.com/album/670801861
Yandex Music https://music.yandex.ru/album/34021519

Zarine - I'm not finished yet ... Pirate Station Mix Nov.'24

Suffocated by my dreams terrorized by my life. Conversations in my mind creep through secret tunnels, stepping out into the light of open spaces. I feel the blood draining from my face, as I hear whispers of denial from pristine cages mingling with homeless mothers. Who loved the day and pray for another. The dying embers of freedom colors are fading into the blackest of nights. Walking through shadows that leave the mist of time, my fingers are holding fragment of what’s left of my life

Witness

About the depths of depression that I call the blackstuff. Happens to all of us, the trick is escaping. 

BLACKSTUFF WIP Mix 1.12725

Tonight

It's a song about those moments when the world amazes me- when the beauty and mystery of the world around me knocks me over.
Specifically, wandering back from the Old Town in Hastings after a couple of drinks on a lovely Summer night. The picture is one of my lino prints and shows Tackleway in Hastings, along with one of the badgers we see all the time round here, and are mentioned in the song.

Wonders and Sighs

Humans are the only species who preserve a lasting relationship from parents to children and vice versa after the offspring has reached adolescence. This can be curse and blessing at the same time in some cases, but overall it is a gift in my view. We will stay the children of our parents for a lifetime obviously. Once you have realized this and don't consider it a threat anymore you are given the chance to close the circle in a peace- and beautiful way.


Photo (c) Laurent Bayeux

One Day When it was Time to Come Home

Hello again Listeners,

I do realize that i have been posting a lot lately as i catch up on all the weekly jamming that my Saturna Island friend illio and i continue to enJoy... but what can i say? Only that we Love sharing our musical conversations with all of you.

This one has a lovely lilting Classical feel to it. I would even go so far as to say that "it's a thing of beauty"! 

We hope you'll continue to enJOY.

Spirals

Hey, I mastered one of our first collabs with my friend @specialececilia.
  Happy 🐣!!
Dx

DREAMAWAKE CECILIA & RICØ (Mastered)

DIO MIO
TOTAL CATASTROPHE THAT’S ME
JESUS HAVE MERCY ON ME  
MISLOVING LOVING TOO MUCH
MISLOVING OR NOT ENOUGH
MISLOVING CAUGHT IN MY OWN
VICIOUS CIRCLE

DIO MIO
I’M TALKING TO YOU GOD ALMIGHTY
BLIND LOVE IS ALL I CAN SEE
MISLOVING  IT’S ALL TOO MUCH 
MISLOVING  I’VE HAD ENOUGH    
MISLOVING BEING MY OWN
BALLS AND CHAINS
BALLS

MISLOVING  NEVER ENOUGH   
MISLOVING WE KEEP IN TOUCH 
MISLOVING BEING OUR OWN
DIO MIO

MISLOVING (Lyrics)

No tomb can hold what love will lift

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

A singer songwriter with a folklore an country music style. Own songs with my band and other musicians.
Inspired by the Police, Dire straits, Willie Nelson, Tom Petty etc. I´m about to release a new album next year. Stay tuned :-) 

01. Den Rödhårige

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