Such a classic style with today's sound. You are a true modern troubadour. ⁓Rebecca

I’m back again for more of this! Such great songwriting Ian and great rythmic guitar. It ends leaving me wanting yet more. 

So pleasant to listen to this cool voice and swinging guitar 🤩🎈😎

How do you do the kick ? It sounds like your shoes. Great vibes

Love it!! Great and great!!👏🏻👏🏻🙏❤️🕺🏼

MOVING ALL THESE NEW BEAUTIES !!

Another song that took a lot of twists and turns before it became the finished piece here. The original music was a piano piece backed by the ticking of a grandfather clock called "Time & The Beautiful Cold". Somehow we ended up with a piece of music completely & utterly different - dark and moody -  a sort of electronic music tone poem. I think the only part that survived vaguely intact to the final mix was the "take me everywhere" part in the middle but if you listen really closely at about the 0:56 second mark you can faintly hear some tambourine via headphone bleed from the original demo 🤪
My oldest son told me this is his favourite Cat Came Back song 😼

I don’t wanna talk about
Everything that kept going wrong
It was always going to end

You were never outside of a circle
You were never shaded out or in
You were never coloured over
Someone else’s hues
In the clearing 
Taking steps
Begin again, begin again

Take me everywhere with you
I’ll take the jungle paths 
Take me everywhere with you
I’ll take the jungle paths 
Right by your side

And we never have to wait for answers
With an empty cup
And the footpath staring back
And we never have to be left standing
With a tired gaze
Just a world to look through
And we never have to long for holding
Or a place to rest 
Where everything sleeps

And we never have to be left wanting
the one to love
Given always to keep

Take me every where with you
Take me everywhere with you
Take me everywhere with you
Begin again, begin again
Begin again, begin again

9000 Things To See

Keep Me Forever

Begin Again

IL FAUDRA BEAUCOUP DE JOURS POUR M’AIMER
BEAUCOUP DE TOUJOURS POUR M’OUBLIER
BIEN D’AUTRES AVANT TOI S’Y SONT ESSAYÉ MAIS
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ

TOI OU LUI OU QUI QUE VOUS SOYEZ
POUR FAIRE DE MOI LE GRILLON DU FOYER
FAUDRA BEAUCOUP DE PATIENCE EMPLOYER YEAH
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ

JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE L’ON VIOLE EN SCELLE
NI BELLE, NI MOCHE NI PUTAIN NI PUCELLE
JUSTE UNE ETINCELLE QUI S’ÉTEINT DANS LE CIEL
SI TU T’ACCROCHES TU CONNAITRAS LE GOÛT DU SEL

TU M’AS PRIS POUR UNE POUPÉE YÉYÉ
DE CIRE OU DE SON UN DISQUE RAYÉ
AVEC UNE SEULE IDÉE, TE L’ENVOYER MAIS
JE N’ÉTAIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYIEZ

JE NE SUIS PAS DE CELLES QU’ON CROISE DANS LES MISSELS
NI BELLE, NI MOCHE NI PUTAIN NI PUCELLE
JUSTE UNE ÉTINCELLE QUI EMBRASE LE CIEL
SI TU M’APPROCHES TU CONNAITRAS LE GOÛT DU MIEL

A CORP A CRIS TU PEUX LARMOYER
A JAMBES EN L’AIR ET GORGE DÉPLOYÉE
BIEN D’AUTRES QUE TOI S’Y SONT FOURVOYÉS YEAH
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ 
OYEZ OYEZ
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ

CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ (Lyrics)

Introduction in English:

Last summer I went wandering in the Black Forest with my oldest friend. After a long day of walking, we stopped at a rather musty inn.   
We were chewing on the overcooked pasta casserole when suddenly the door opened and a young lady entered the inn. With her noble and elegant-delicate appearance she did not fit at all to the stuffy environment.
She sat down together with her family, who hermetically sealed her off, at the next table.
My friend and I immediately had the same association of a "sad beauty". On the outside, she seemed to hold herself together like an extremely well-formed porcelain figure. In her being, however, she seemed deeply lonely, isolated, and almost broken to us.  
For a very brief moment, our eyes met. And in this millisecond-eye gaze into her soul, this chanson was born.  
Since this young woman would have fit more into the Versailles chateau culture of the late 18th century, I sing this chanson in a frail French.

Lyrics in English (for those who don't speak French)

Sad Beauty

You sit there, upright, as if oiled
The hair tamed, strictly gelled

Behind the glazed look,
A shadow falls back
On misfortune

Your face marbled,
Brightly made up, highly decorated
like a disused fairy tale lake
like a nestless animal

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom

Sad Beauty, Sad Beauty, so sad

Your little daughter sits to your left
Wants your answer, but you are silenced

Your mother feeling is completely drained

Your parents look at you
They can't reach you anymore
Your sister is shaking at your garden gate
Even from your beloved ones you are cut off

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom
Sad beauty, sad beauty, so sad

Sad Beauty

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitars played: Morris Nylon String in Standard Tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

In the 1800's so many people decided to make the journey by Clipper ship sailing from the port of Liverpool to the USA in search of a better life. This song imagines one young man's search for a new life not knowing what the future would hold.......
LYRICS:
I’ve been called a gambling man
I’ve been called a fool
But I packed my bag
With all I had
And I came to Liverpool

I came on board that clipper 
As the captain said make way
So we set sail
Heading for 
The coast of the USA

I’m bound yes I’m bound
I’m bound for the USA
I may be right
I may be wrong 
But I’m bound for the USA

The winds were fair and steady
As the clipper made it’s way
Til the morning came
When we stood on deck
As we entered New York bay

The harbour wall .....such a sight
As I stepped down to the quay
Who could know
How this would go
What lay in store for me?

I’m bound yes I’m bound
I’m bound for the USA
I may be right
I may be wrong 
But I’m bound for the USA

I’ve been called a gambling man
A fool some would say
But I packed my bag
And took my chance 
On a clipper to the USA

I’m bound yes I’m bound
I’m bound for the USA
I may be right
I may be wrong 
But I’m bound for the USA

Bound For The USA

Track four from the new solo album 'Automatic Karma Situation' in collaboration with the Verulium project, full album on bandcamp:

amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/auto…-situation

Thanks to all for listening and for your much appreciated support! :)

Automatic Karma Situation

The New Life

Photo credit Brandie on Flickr, CC BY-SA 2.0

Subterranean

A big thank you to my brother JayKay for playing solo guitar

Please take a closer listen to  https://soundcloud.com/jokelstein1?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Hmm, wildlife markets… maybe?

1.
I looked up to the sky this afternoon, 
The clouds were so ragged 
And there was even a half moon 
Peeking out between the two lime trees, 
I remember, I thought I would write a song about it 
But actually 

ref
I wanted to write about 
Something really different
Something that was on my mind
Something that made me think

2.
I wanted to write about something completely different, 
Hmm, wildlife markets… maybe?
But I had to postpone that because of the view 
It was so homely and beautiful and it was just not at all 
Time to have indignant and stirred up feelings and thoughts

ref
I wanted to write about 
Something really different
Something that was on my mind
Something that made me think

How the heck could i just loose the fathom, and 
How did it come that far ?
Does it really need to be  so random and
Isn’t that a little bizarre ?

3.
In the meantime a bird crossed my view of sight
Passing from the right over to the left side
And snapshot-like 
i spotted it in front of the moon
Oh, as i looked up at the sky this afternoon…

ref
I wanted to write about 
Something really different
Something that was on my mind
Something that made me think

How the heck could i just loose the fathom, and 
How did it come that far ?
Does it really need to be  so random and
Isn’t that a little bizarre ?…        (da capo al fine)

Hmm, wildlife markets... maybe? (ft Jay Kay)

HEART THROB

Plusieurs lecture possibles pour ce qui pourrait être une prière judéo -bouddhiste mais pas que !

                         Ohm

Comme si c’était ça en somme qui nous unis nous les hommes
Un esprit qui déraisonne et des émotions qui nous emprisonnent
Comme si on sait qu’on déconne mais on s’en fout en somme on y va

Mais moi je préfère faire comme
Comme si t’étais là , tout prés de moi
Comme si t’étais là , pour moi , là, là , tout prés de moi

Home

Que tu sois celui que l’on nomme ou que l’on ne nomme pas
Que tu sois celui qu’on cherche ou que l’on ne cherche pas
Tu es là dans chaque atome que l’on n’y croit ou pas

Ohm

Comme si on sait qu’on déconne mais on s’en fout en somme on y va

Mais moi je préfère faire comme
Comme si t’étais là , tout prés de moi
Comme si t’étais là , pour moi , là, là , tout prés de moi

Ohm

Que la vie que l’on donne , les pensées que l’on sème 
Que la terre résonne de la paix que l’on sème 

Ohm

Que tu sois celui que l’on nomme ou que l’on ne nomme pas
Que tu sois celui qu’on cherche ou que l’on ne cherche pas

Ohm

Que la vie que l’on donne , les pensées que l’on sème 
Que la terre résonne de la paix et que l’on s’aime 

Ohm

Electronica Tracks

Every Household Has a Scent

Dreaming Of The Golden City

PREMIèRE RENCONTRE MC T - Rex

Lyrics, music, ac guitar, drums & vocal : Snow Man Dave
Other instruments & mix : PJ Project

The Beast W/ UK Man

Homage to Relativity Theory's Centenary & Mr. Albert Einstein.
Based on a delightful 6/4 main theme by https://soundcloud.com/exploderamera, we offer to the listener some variations on 5/4, 4/4 & 2/4 signatures, relatively round composition, lotta love, and two questions...
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Music: ExploderaMera and E-Ruizzo
Lyrics: Albert Einstein
Vocals & Artwork: ExploderaMera
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There are five houses.
The Englishman lives in the red house.
The Spaniard owns the dog.
Coffee is drunk in the green house.
The Ukrainian drinks tea.
The green house is immediately to the right of the ivory house.
The Old Gold smoker owns snails.
Kools are smoked in the yellow house.
Milk is drunk in the middle house.
The Norwegian lives in the first house.
The man who smokes Chesterfields lives in the house next to the man with the fox.
Kools are smoked in the house next to the house where the horse is kept.
The Lucky Strike smoker drinks orange juice.
The Japanese smokes Parliaments.
The Norwegian lives next to the blue house"

Now, who drinks water?
Who owns the zebra?

ER00EC12

Einsteins's Riddle (with ExploderaMera)

This is more of a feel than a song. The trail is a medifore for life that we all go threw good or bad. I hope you like it .

Dust

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Welcome to 2024 and thank you for visiting my Soundcloud page. 
It's great to connect with so many talented musicians here on Soundcloud! On this page you'll find my original songs (including 4 albums) and acoustic guitar instrumentals (including 2 EP's), together with various notes about guitars played, tunings, recording etc.

I am in the process of writing my fifth album which I hope to record over these winter months.

Musical influences for me have been many and varied including for example Bert Jansch, John Martyn, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Mark Knopfler, BB King, Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Fleetwood Mac, Fairport Convention, Paul Simon,  JJ Cale, Eric Clapton, Colin Hay and John Mayer.

Hope you enjoy listening to my music.

Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

Bound For The USA

Ian Stokes

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