Swinger *

(Traditional; arr. Michael Ash Sharbaugh)
Gary Reeves [ https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs ]: 'facilitation' and co-production
Jamie Rhind [ https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind ]: organ
Michael Ash Sharbaugh [ https://soundcloud.com/michael-ash-sharbaugh ]: vocals, synthesizers and sequencer programming, drums and drum machine programming, 'found sounds,' and production
Composed and Recorded ca. ? to April 17, 2021.
sm65 [CB05] [24WAV].

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"I am desirous to thank both Gary Reeves and Jamie Rhind for their expert opinions, patience, perserverence, and art-work on this song; it would not effervese with such life had they not been part of the project!"

~ Michael

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"The House of the Rising Sun" contains varied Creative Commons licensed samples:

"Vocodor" by tripjazz
"G_Ghostchord_128" by DWSD
"women_scream_AAA" by thanvannispen
"sidechained build up at 128bpm" by djfroyd
"synth loop at 128bpm" by djfroyd
"EDM style Hook" by SSS_Samples

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The House of the Rising Sun

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"The House Of The Rising Sun" - Michael Ash Sharbaugh [feat. Jamie Rhind and Gary Reeves]

There's some diving ducks down on the dock
they have to share the waters with the otters.
who also like that spot.
They don't know nothin bout the internet
And they don't give a damn about who's President
They just like to swim around all day
Under the water and eat those Fleshy Fishes
Cause they're so Dog Gone Delicious.

Now the gooses are arriving and the ganders they are fighting
and contriving to establish their Goosy Macho standing in the 
Hierarchy of the Gaggle.

And all the said Parties and Some Others
keep sharp eyes to the sky on the lookout for the Mighty Eagles
who hunt so fiercely with their Terrible and unforgiving Talons.

And the Spring is peeking through the Storm Clouds while each
and everyone is anticipating Her Arrival.

There's some Diving Ducks Down on the Dock.(the hierarchy of the Gaggle)

The table shown in the picture belongs to a suite of pieces of furniture crafted in the early 1990s for the interior of the Kremlin by an Italian carpenter's workshop specialising in oak-design.

A big Thank You to The Neighbor for dropping in and playing a wonderful guitar.

Oak

1
Out of one single seed
With lots of nutrients to feed
Within the ground
Out of a natural striving
Heavenwardly
At least 5 centuries ago

Cut one morning
Somewhen in the eighties or seventies
Last century, supposedly in Italy
Your leaves were so green - and
Then you stopped to breathe
And were stored and dried for ys

ref 
300 ys to grow,
300 ys to bloom,
300 ys to die
That’s your „normal“ life

2
Skilled artistic carpenter hands have worked upon you 
After your death with devotion
Cutting, sanding and priming -
„Lying Flat“ on these three pillars
Born out of a single notion:

"A place to meet",
10 elliptical, oval square
Out of one single piece
Lacquered in white and
Adorned with gold leaf
Six meters long, 2.50 wide

ref 
300 rings to grow,
300 rings to bloom,
And then 300 rings to die
Oh, that’s your „normal“ life

3
Hard to believe that must be necessary
Something like you
Being so earthbound and stable
Was that already inscribed  
Somewhere in your fibres ?
Ending up as a „dissension-table“ ?

Next moment the mad imperator will receive an unwelcome guest and 
An oppressive breathless coldness spreads  
Just for an instant before the lightnings of the camera flashes begin 
And then all this weighs down on you.

ref 
300 rings to grow,
300 rings to bloom,
And then 300 rings to die
You would have outlived us many times

out
Now that you are an icon 
The outmost insane things
Happen at your long edges - and
What have you done to deserve that one ?

Oak (ft The Neighbor)

Mallets, arp and some right hand conditioning on Rhodes electric piano sampled tones

Mood Exhibit -  Spry Dew

Hummingbird

Preparing for disintegration [part 4]

Original Composition / Performance / Electric Guitar / Production : Chris Dargay
Drum Performance : Scott Tumino
Vox 1 / Lyrics : Belle Angelson
Vox 2 / Lyrics : Barbie
Lead Guitars : Matt Michener
Bass : Pavel 
All Rights Reserved
E.O.S. 2022

OutLaw *raw d3

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboard, Master Mix
Daniel Gomez (ICARUS DEATH) - Guitar https://soundcloud.com/danielgoram?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Fluxional

Bandcamp

Erratum Unlimited (feat. ICARUS DEATH)

The Illusions Of Light And Silence

RUNNING UP THAT HILL

Like so many this last week I got mesmerized again after so many years by the beautiful songwriting in this song by and of Kate Bush. A song from my young teenager years, released in 1985, that already impacted my younger self. And now due to a Netflix series called "Stranger Things" its back with a vengeance for younger generations. 

A quote from LIAM HESS, May 30, 2022:  
Over the weekend, the song shot to the top of the U.S. iTunes charts, with the show’s largely teenage fanbase taking to Twitter and TikTok to post about their new musical discovery from decades past. Others, however—notably long-time Bush fans of a certain generation, who have patiently sat through many decades of radio silence from a musician notorious for taking long hiatuses and doing minimal press—rolled their eyes. “How could you not know about the genius of Kate Bush already?”

 Great music is eternal after all.

This is my humble attempt at it in the form of an acoustic guitar trio piece. I hope you can enjoy my cover of this classic.

As always I really appreciate your likes, comments and shares!
-Dan

Music by Kate Bush, off the album Hounds of Love, arranged for three guitars by Dan van den Berg, June 2022
Photo by Clive Arrowsmith
All guitars by Dan van den Berg

Running Up That Hill | Kate Bush (cover) | Dan van den Berg

Back at my real piano for my new song! 🎹😊❤️
Thank you to my lovely Sander for wonderful mastering service. @wane-of-summer 😊🎶❤️❤️❤️

LOST AND FOUND (acoustic piano and vocals)

https://youtu.be/AiUmF8w8kow 
14 - 6-2022 vocals  Cees
A Winter's Waltz

Too many dancers
have left the hall
Out in the cold
where snow falls down
The night flies by so quickly
you could blink and never see it,
again...

Up in the sky
a pale moonlight
All of this war
just feels insane.
City burns, life cut short
without sense or purpose
I want to hear 
a winter's Waltz

All of them dreams
and hope for future plans
May still come to pass
As long as this train can reach Berlin,
As the eastern front is almost reaching Paris
again

I see you think
the tide has passed
the ship has sailed,
 on a transient wave
 lighthouse signals fast
  you could blink and never see it
but it comes around again

Too many roads have turned to ice
and promisses unmasked as lies
 a hellish cold is coming
you could freeze and never know it

So play me a waltz
"Muse of many twinkling feet"
measure and step
In a winter's waltz again ...

A Winter's Waltz

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1984 - Rota

Out of the Box August 2022
It’ all going wrong…

System Malfunction

A new song composed with my old friend Gareth, the first since Covid!
Gareth plays acoustic guitar.

Te Amo

On a lonely road the sun is beating down
A wayward wind lifts the dust to swirl around
Te amo, te amo
That's all I have to say
Te amo, te amo, always

The bone white stones are reminders of our home
Our futures locked within our chromosomes
Te amo, te amo
At the ending of the day
Te amo, te amo, always

And time moves slow 
in the corners of the world
when the leaves of love  
remain forever unfurled
As the circling birds 
pick the carcass of the past
Perhaps we gave our love too fast

Te Amo (with Gareth)

___🎹_____A_N_O_T_H_E_R___M_U_S_I_C_____🎹___
_____BE CURIOUS, CREATIVE, INVENTIVE, DARE!____

Did 'magnificent' Nabukonodexa really exist on the edge of an ancient sea? 
Experts say that it was simply a terrifying accident that vitrified the ground over an average of 12 metres thick. 
Some even believe that a civilisation rich in knowledge died out for some reason. They have even suggested that before us, another form of life may have existed! 
The few remaining remains are of incomparable beauty and we will probably never know what really happened as we have no previous traces of our present history.

Nabukonodexa la "magnifique" a t'elle réellement existée au bord d'une mer ancienne ? 
Les spécialistes experts disent qu'il s'agit tout simplement d'un accident terrifiant qui aurai vitrifié le sol sur plus de 12 mètres dépaisseur en moyenne. 
Certains pensent même à une civilisation très riche de connaissances qui ce serait éteinte on ne sait pour qu'elle raison. Ils ont été jusqu'à suggéré qu'avant nous, une autre forme de vie ait pu exister ! 
Les quelques vestiges restants sont d'une beauté incomparable et nous ne saurons probablement jamais ce qui c'est réllement passé n'ayant pour le moment aucunes traces antèrieures de notre histoire actuelle.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Dell, Focusrite, Hewlett Packard, Logitech, Korg, M-Audio, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental
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❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

Nabukonodexa

Hello,
I have the pleasure to present you "Noise from Orbit", it's electronic space 🚀 But be careful, it can by very contagious when you get involved 🛸 👽 🙂
Hope it please you, I wish you much fun on this travel!
Cheers
Roger

The complete album GALACTIC ECHO, exlusif on Jamendo and Bandcamp! 
CJR-Music originals | more info also here: www.cjrogersmusic.com

Galactic Echo

Noise from Orbit

HQ License

Music, lyrics, vocal & ac. guitar : Grave
Other instruments & mix : PJ Project

I Just Can't Believe It No More W/ Grave

Impulses across a synapse, stars across a galaxy, love from me to you

Songs from a Satellite      
Janine levinson 2022
mixed by Russ https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
#ChaosCookhouse


Songs from a satellite 
Circling the green and blue
And floating down all over you
Stars from a galaxy a forehead wide              
Rocketing from ear to ear
And shooting out of both our eyes

Kids are gonna study us baby for a thousand years to come

The glow of a distant star 
Shining on a distant life
And writing all about us
The quill of a distant pen
An etching of a single life
Took a millennia to write

Kids are gonna study us baby for a thousand years to come

The big swirl of dust and the capillaries
The wedding bells and the flower petals
As the bathwater drains to a tidal eddy
From the tips of the branches counting back to infinity 
The big swirl of dust, and the
Songs from a satellite orbiting the green and blue

Come in? 
Roy G. Biv, paging Roy G. Biv to the galaxy
Roy G. Biv, is there a Roy G. Biv here?
Roy?

Blue on a frequency beyond the light, invisible to human eyes
Is lapping all around us
And we, tethered to the perigee, effectively are bound to be
In love with the world

And the world is so in love with us baby!
The kids are gonna study us baby!
They’re gonna study us

Songs From A Satellite - mixed by Russ

Remaster of a track from a few years ago. 
This was really an excuse to play some Hendrix riffs. I tried to fit as many Hendrix musical and lyrical references as I could within the silly story. It probably only makes sense if you are a big fan like me.
 It is also my tribute to an amazing, visionary musician who has remained an influence  all my life.

The Hendrix Switch

Well I was walking through the crowds
With a pint of dark and mild
When a little man came up to me
Said he was a voodoo chile

His skin was green
And his eyes were blue
He said follow me 
I didn’t know what to do

The palms of his hands were hairy
I thought… better be wary

The crowd parted in his path 
As he made his way through the throng 
I followed close behind him, thinking
I bet this looks wrong

Floating just above the ground
He led me to the restroom
I went inside and found him there
Sitting serenely on a mushroom

My God.. the palms of his hands were hairy

He asked me who is the greatest one of all
I said Hendrix the lord and master
He answered with a smile
And passed me the note that led to my disaster


It said, “Hey-ho
Would you like to play like Jimi in a day”
I said hey-ho 
You better believe me right now

In the note was a diagram
Showing, beneath the scratchpate on a strat
Beneath the wires and cables and the pickups and the pots,
A small switch

It said “hey hoe
That’s the Jimi switch right now”
It said “hey hoe
You better take this omen down
Drink it down with your brown “

A purple haze came into my eyes

Well I ran straight home 
And took my strat from the rack
I took off the scratchplate 
And removed the plate from the back

And there before me, with an eery glow,
Was the Hendrix switch.
I thought.. I must have a go….

A purple haze came into my eyes
I didn’t know if  I was dazed or right
It got me blowing
Blowing my nose
Is it tomorrow or are the curtains closed

So a threw the switch in wild delight
My fingers flew like birds in flight
Was I happy
Or in misery
Whatever it was that switch had put a spell on me

So I played for hours
I played all ways
Through long, hot, summer nights,
I dreamed away rainy days

But when I tried to stop 
My hand would not let go
My brain said yes
But my fingers said no

Before I knew it my Strat rose up
And was behind my head in one smooth slinky jump

Get down I asked it, get down I cried
All to no avail as it slipped down my backside

I played with a pick and I played with my teeth
Thank god I was wearing thick clothes with no access beneath

My fingers were bloodied, my shoulders were bruised
My knuckles were red and my fingernails oozed


I needed to stop, I needed to rest
When I noticed the note laying there on a chest

At the foot of the page, in bright purple ink
Was a warning I’d missed in my failiure to think 

“Beware you lazy dumb son of a bitch
 When you once put it on, there is no off switch”

So I’ll play that guitar to the ending of days
When all light and all time and all things fade away

And if you are tempted to take a short cut
All you desperately need is a kick up the butt

Remember
“Beware, you lazy dumb son of a bitch
When you once put it on, there is no off switch”

Swinger *

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