This is definitely a compliment, but this sounds just like my dad playing back in the day. Great song too.

I can easily hear a simple harmonica coming in after the chorus parts (again, remembering playing with dad).  😁

You are a great guitarist Ian , great song and performance !

Lovely Traditional Music. Great Songwriting x

Once again great work here, looking forward to hearing more!

beautiful crisp guitar and melody...like the image of people distant/different looking at the same river the same moon the same shooting star is such a wonderful perspective..guitar is so rich and deep in tone and feeling

Well said and played Ian. Rivers are somewhat like a campfire, there’s some mysterious life to them until they run out. A very relatable folk song, and played with your always clear and true guitar work. Durge

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic. 
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 1st Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
Song Notes:
For those who have expressed an interest in how I record my acoustic guitar, I use two small diaphragm condenser mics set up in an XY pattern mounted on a stereo bar within a reflexion filter. I record identical versions of the guitar tracks and then select one for the stereo left channel and one for the stereo right channel. 
Soundcloud has proved to be a wonderful place to connect with musicians and with people who love to listen to music all over the world. There is something truly magical and inspirational about receiving feedback from someone who has listened to my music. 
It’s incredible to be able to post a song on Soundcloud and know that someone - maybe on the other side of the planet - or as the song says "...down in the delta..." has somehow connected with my music.
Thank you for listening!!

LYRICS:
Winding its way through the canyon 
Like a snake in the mid-day sun
I could sit here for a lifetime 
And watch that river run
And somewhere down in the delta 
Where the river runs to the sea
Maybe someone is watching that river 
Someone just like me

Running wild, river running deep 
It’s something I can’t explain
But somehow I feel that river
Is running ………….through my veins

It’s a universal story
Under the mid-day sun
Another life in another lifetime
Will watch that river run
And somewhere down in the delta 
Where the river runs to the sea
Someone will watch that river 
Maybe Someone just like me

Running wild, river running deep 
It’s something I can’t explain
But somehow I feel that river
Is running ………….through my veins

Someone Just Like Me

Well as the clocks go forward tonight, (or maybe back - I never can remember), meaning we gain (or is it lose?) an hour, (though obviously we don't really), so it will be darker (or lighter) in the morning (or is it evening?) I thought it would be timely, as it were, to take a moment, and draw from my deep intellectual insight into the matter to explain all there is to know about that tricky little bugger, time.  

You're welcome.

Starting as a ditty which was then utterly transformed with Seagull's production, arrangement and musical genius, drawing on Dan-DT's deft touch on the soft squidgy bits, it was eventually incorporated into Seagull's brilliant "Compendium of Time".  Why not take a little of your own to watch it on YouTube here :

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLJqh6iXnTaXJL-MkyxWQ_UV-H6vTtiVv3

You can find more of Seagull's beautiful music here:

https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

And Dan's audio craftsmanship here:

https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3
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Old Father Time

Did you commence, at once, or have you always ever been
And will your pounding heartbeat ever cease?
Are you a sense, or force, or something other in between?
Simply ticking down to each and every last release?
Is your pulse rate constant in this exponential universe?
Or does my biology speed the tempo of your rhyme?
Why are the lifespans of your subjects so potentially diverse?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Is your mission merely measure, or are you yourself the cause
Of evolution and decay of matter's elementary doom?
Are you the seemly pressure on the future's pending pause
Ethereally benign or other natural force subsume?
Can you shift like rays in prisms, temporal rainbows to behold
Are you the cause of age or do you simply count it's lines
Is your rounded face imprisoned in a cell numbered twelvefold
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

At terminal expansion of our present universe
For its destined re-contraction to begin
Will your hands slow to a halt then slip into reverse
Or count us down in forward time back to our origin?
Will the ultimate compaction trigger seasonal adjust
Predicate upon your base the final great rewind?
Then will you recommence or revert back to gently ticking dust?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?
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Photo - a little holiday snap from NASA's astonishing James Webb Space telescope

Old Father Time - with Seagull and Dan-DT

Remixé pour donner encore plus d'intensité sur la fin (traduit plus bas)
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The compass in our hearts, now
Is spinning out of control, how ?
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

In this moment of silence
(that slowly falls)
we crawl looking for a guidance
(to lead our souls)
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

When we were in the sun
Risking our wings getting burned
We did not realise then 
We'd dug our future grave

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

In pixels and likes, we've grown, but
True connection remains unknown 
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

With individualism's embrace
(that slowly falls)
We are strangers in the same space
(with lonely souls)
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

When we were in the sun
Risking our wings getting burned
We did not realise then 
We'd dug our future grave

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

When we were in the sun
Risking our wings getting burned
We did not realise then 
We'd dug our future grave

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped


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La boussole dans nos cœurs, maintenant
Tourne de façon incontrôlée. Comment ?
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Dans ce moment de silence 
(qui tombe lentement)
Nous rampons à la recherche d'un guide
(pour guider nos âmes)
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Quand nous étions dans le soleil
Risquant de brûler nos ailes
Nous n'avons pas réalisé alors 
Que nous avions creusé notre future tombe

Quand nous avons tout acheté 
Et gaspillé tout ce que cela pouvait apporter
Nous avons commencé à nous demander dans la chaleur
Qui nous allions manger

En pixels et en likes, nous avons grandi, mais
La vraie connexion reste inconnue 
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Avec l'étreinte de l'individualisme
(qui tombe lentement)
Nous sommes des étrangers dans le même espace
(avec des âmes solitaires)
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Quand nous étions dans le soleil
Risquant de brûler nos ailes
Nous n'avons pas réalisé alors 
Que nous avions creusé notre future tombe

Quand nous avons tout acheté 
Et gaspillé tout ce que cela pouvait apporter
Nous avons commencé à nous demander dans la chaleur
Qui nous allions manger

Quand nous étions dans le soleil
Risquant de nous brûler les ailes
Nous n'avons pas réalisé alors 
Que nous avions creusé notre future tombe

Quand nous avons tout acheté 
Et gaspillé tout ce que cela pouvait apporter
Nous avons commencé à nous demander dans la chaleur
Qui nous allions manger

Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

All The Signals Stopped

Grooving a little more 

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

Cast of Characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – bass, mix, and production

J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell – electric piano and original composition

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums and percussion

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –-guitar  


 artwork is a painting entitled "Dogpack" by artist Margaryta Yermolayeva
Please check out her other works at margaryta-yermolayeva.pixels.com

This one started off nearly a year ago, when the Eclectic Collective was just coagulating, and is the first one to feature Tez, Ken, JJ, and me on a song. JJ came up with it, drawing from his deep well of creativity, on the electric piano and bass, and shared it with the rest of the us. Starting with Ken, who added a phenomenal drum track to work with. I then added my guitar in a way that tried to emulate Miles Davis, albeit just an impression. Then we asked Tez to mix it for us, which he did ably as ever, and we released it early last spring. 
  However, Tez, being the always tinkering producer that he is, decided to dust it off and give it a new bass line to match the ferocity of Ken's drums. He then remixed it and added some production effects, making the song it was meant to be. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

In a Quiet Way Redeux (Eclectic Collective)

You say happiness exists, but you're not sure where it goes
And you don't know how you feel, but you're getting real close
You're keeping me in the dark, but it won't be long
She says
She says I won't like it, but I just gotta hold on
She says
I'm done with all this silence
Russian roulette romances
One slip, oh, I could light it
Just tell me this is lifeless
I need you to hate me, baby, in the worst way, oh
Yeah, I need you to hate me, say it to my face, I'll go
Yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Say something
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Say something
Now I'm talking to myself 'cause I miss your ring tone
You say you're still around, but I'm done and I need to know (Need to know)
You're keeping me in the dark, but it won't be long (Be long)
She says (She says)
She says I won't like it, but I just gotta hold on (Hold on)
She says (She says)
I'm done with all this silence
Russian roulette romances
One slip, oh, I could light it
Just tell me this is lifeless
I need you to hate me, baby, in the worst way, oh
I need you to hate me
I need you to hate me, say it to my face, I'll go
I need you to hate me
I need you to hate me, baby, in the worst way, oh
I need you to hate me, say it to my face, I'll go
(I need you to hate me, I need you to hate me)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Say something (Say something)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Say something (Say something)

I Need You To Hate Me (Guitar - Coverattempt)

Prehistoric

Sonata for Guitar No.13

Blueprint for an Anti-Hero is a quiet reckoning in loud times.
Wars, extremism, rising fascism — and yet, we stay silent.
When truth dies and our foundations crumble, we go with them.

This live-recorded unplugged track strips everything down to acoustic guitar, light percussion, and voice — raw and real.
A reflection of a world where we've stopped caring for each other and started caring only for ourselves.

A song for the ones still paying attention.

Blueprint for an Antihero (Live & Unplugged)

So fun to have a mini-reunion of Tammany String Band. Missing our talented female vocalists, but Tim, Jay and John got together in the basement for an old time jam. This is a cover of a Sierra Ferrell song called "Years". It was the first time Tim or Jay had ever heard the song before. 

Years (TSB) 4-17-25

I CAN FLY
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2020
See Link for Video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3MDfQ95BVQ

YOU TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME
THE SHORT WAY IT TAKES TO LONG
SOMETIMES YOU TRY TO FLY TO HIGH AWAY
MAY'BE YOU'LL FALL AGAIN SOMEDAY

YOU FIND THE WAY TO GO
THEN FALLING BACK TO EARTH
WHAT IF YOU FLY TO HIGH AND LOSE YOUR WAY
I PRAY ANOTHER DAY WILL COME
(chorus)
I CAN FLY
IT'S JUST A HEARTBEAT FROM THE GROUND
I CAN FLY HIGH HIGH  ONLY TAKES A LITTLE

WHERE HAS THE DAYLIGHT GONE
THE NIGHT LIFE IT'S IN YOUR BLOOD
AND WHEN THE SUN IT COMES YOU FALL AWAY
AND WHEN IT FALLS AGAIN YOU'LL SAY
(chorus)
I CAN FLY
IT'S JUST A HEARTBEAT FROM THE GROUND
I CAN FLY HIGH HIGH  ONLY TAKES A LITTLE
MAY'BE JUST A LITTLE
(break)
(chorus)
I CAN FLY
IT'S JUST A HEARTBEAT FROM THE GROUND
I CAN FLY HIGH HIGH  ONLY TAKES A LITTLE
MAY'BE JUST A LITTLE

ANOTHER WORLD

I CAN FLY

I CAN FLY (see info for video link)

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 at some stage during the year..

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.

Someone Just Like Me

Ian Stokes

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