Sur des bambous pliés
Portés à bout de bras,
Un linceul coloré
S’avance à petits pas.
Entre les feux ardents
Dispersés çà et là,
Des centaines de gens
Font des signes de foi.

Côtoyant la misère
Les visages marqués,
En chantant des prières
Ils ne font qu’espérer.
Espérer à tout va
Pour un monde meilleur,
Que celui qui s’en va
Trouvera le bonheur.

Sur les berges du Gange,
Dans l’épaisse fumée,
Laissez faire vos louanges
Sur ce corps tout brulé.

Sous les rides du temps,
Pas celui de leurs âges,
Ils s’avancent doucement
Pour ce dernier voyage.
Les tisons embrasés
A des pertes de vue,
Se laisseront brûler
Sous ce corps disparu.

Disparu de la terre
Où s’en est-il allé ?
En fuyant la misère
De sevices cachés
Dans une vie antérieure
Ce que dit la croyance
Il attendra des heures
Que celle-ci recommence.

Sur les berges du Gange,
Dans l’épaisse fumée,
Laissez faire vos louanges
Sur ce corps tout brulé.

SUR LES BERGES DU GANGE (Le rite Indou)

Not right in the Head ( live at the Nutron Club )

Somewhere. Music by Leonard Bernstein. Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. 
 Arranged, performed and recorded by Steven Pierce 1990.

Id At Large-Remastered

Somewhere

TACIT - Harry Smethurst

A danceable Caribbean Island flavored melodic composition featuring a powerful vocal performance by the Venezuelan artist Cynthia Gonzalez. 

Youtube video: https://youtu.be/Gna1z_GyQos
Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4lC93RyD1SGtqDJ4lzn6XN

Written and produced by Kevin Bird (@kevinbird) for Birdhouse Kauai
Lyrics by Cynthia Gonzalez and Kevin Bird 
Arranged by Wayan Jos (@wayanjos), Deny Surya (@dialogdinihari) and Kevin Bird

Rompiendo Los Muros (Single)

Rompiendo Los Muros

Buy at Bandcamp

Rompiendo Los Muros (feat Cynthia Gonzalez)

Edmund's mother would drive sometimes for days. Never going anywhere, just somewhere. Somewhere that wasn't there. Another burned out sign to a cheap motel; deep in the humid swamps of the bitter south. A time to stop and rest for a day, maybe two. This life inside her was wanting to see the world.
 Flames and retribution and shame, an archaic remnant to what wanted her to speak no more. Edmund was to be born that day in the swamps.  That day when the cicadas roared like a chorus through sweat and fire. The traveler was born at 3:33 pm

The Fold

The Fold./Ballad of a Traveler part 2

These are songs that I developed in a very lo-fi fashion to show what they sound like in my head. They could still go in many different directions - more acoustic, more produced - I'm open to ideas. But what you're hearing here are my unabashed concepts for these little tunes. 
ENJOY- and thanks for connecting with me & my music!
Mark

Build You A Box Mark Demo

Guitars Improvised By Martin Reed,
Produced By Martin Reed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqEg76sDifg

Spontaneous Composistions

Police dog blues

Hard time killing floor

A shelter from this world within. A new life triumph the ignorant. Wrapped together in this blanket. Security is a faceless harmony.
 Of all the twisted words. I'm wishing the wishes that scream. In my sleeps nighttime's dream.
 Seagulls splashing the river. Tasting the water so pure. Diving close, never leaving the flock. Security is a faceless harmony.
 Yesterday is today as tomorrow. With you again and again. Spinning through this entropy. Security is a faceless harmony. For Laural...

Sacred Spaces

Reprise

Guitarist • Singer • Bassist • Producer

https://linktr.ee/HarryJamesMusic

TACIT - Harry Smethurst

Harry James