Nice performance in interpretation and composition. The sober accompaniment on the guitar works well. Good work !

@user-138663860: Heartmelting, thank you so very much!!

Lovely song, both the guitar and your voice are beautiful. I very much enjoyed listening.

The Upload

This song is about losing my wonderful big brother when I was a young man. He bought me 'The White Fender Strat' and said quietly through his smile "No excuses now...". Thanks forever bro, this is for you as always.
 
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SMOKE

Growing up, looking up
I have never had my toast buttered on both sides
I started crying the day 
I watched my father clearing the overgrown weeds at the top of the garden and realised 
And realised
That wasn’t what he was doing
Ooh no

It was a still day 
So still
It was a still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
And another
Five years

There was a silence 
Where my beautiful dead brother still lived between us 
And that quietness wasn’t burned with the weeds

It was a still day
It was a still life 
So still
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
Another
Five years

Digging the sod in Donegal 
Praying for muscle, bunched like a ball 
Sweat and pride loved standing tall 
Anticipating 
Eye-watering 
Peat-stove fire 
That would 
Warm 
Cook 
And flavour our bones

It was a still day 
Still day
It was a still life 
Still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes

Another
Five years
And another
Five years...

Five years
Tick tock
Five years
My father lost his sense of smell and his pulse in cenotaph central heating
Five years
And my orphaned senses 
Five years
Still feel that fire

And smell that smoke...

© July 2021 - Phil McWalter

Image: 'Peasant Burning Weeds' 1883 Van Gogh

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Smoke

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Si une chanteuse de jazz (autre qu'artificielle) veut s'approprier cette ballade jazz dont je suis l'auteur compositeur, cela serait avec plaisir !
Les arrangements ont été faits avec Band-in-a-Box sauf le saxo qui provient de Suno AI.

La Victoire de Samothrace
Est figée, bien à sa place
Mais elle a la tête ailleurs
Son esprit est migrateur
A quoi bon lui serviraient ses ailes 
Si elle ne pouvait se faire la belle

Lorsque, la nuit, un Apollon de pierre
L’invite à le rejoindre sur Cythère
Comment pourrait-elle rester de marbre
Alors, elle décolle dans les ténèbres

La Victoire de Samothrace,
Au matin, reprend sa place
Met en veille son petit coeur
Et attend les visiteurs
A quoi bon lui serviraient ses ailes 
Si elle ne pouvait se faire la belle

La Victoire de Samothrace

La Victoire de Samothrace (maquette avec voix IA)

I see you smile and wave hello
While something creeps beneath our feet
You paint your lips and powder your nose
But can't you feel that steady beat?
They're moving through the spaces small
Behind the pretty things we say
Oh honey, can't you hear them crawl?
While we just dance the night away
There's poison in the water, baby
Seeping through the cracks so slow
And you keep saying "maybe, maybe"
But I can see the undertow
La da da da, oh no
There's something you should know
La da da da, below...la da da de da
la da da de da la de da la de da
la de da la de da
You read the papers, trust the news
And tell me everything's just fine
But I can smell what they produce
When honest voices cross the line
The pretty faces on the screen
Keep telling you to close your eyes
But darling, nothing's what it seems
Behind their carefully crafted lies]
There's poison in the water, baby
Seeping through the cracks so slow
And you keep saying "maybe, maybe"
But I can see the undertow
La da da da, oh no
There's something you should know
La da da da, below...la da da de da
la da da de da la de da la de da
la de da la de da
They take a little here
And a little there
Till you wake up one day
And there's nothing left to share
Oh, the silence that we keep
Makes the darkness grow so deep
Mmm mmm mmm
So listen close, my sweet naive
Before they steal what matters most
The freedom that we both believe
Will vanish like a morning ghost
I'm not the crazy one, you see
I'm just the one who speaks the truth
About what's stalking you and me
From basement up through every roof
There's poison in the water, baby
Seeping through the cracks so slow
And you keep saying "maybe, maybe"
But now you feel the undertow
La da da da, you know
There's something down below
la de da la de da
The rats below
Mmm, can you hear them now?
la da da de da
la da da de da la de da la de da
la de da la de da
Oh darling
la da da de da
la da da de da la de da ....

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

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RhymesofanHour ChoirWeimar (BeeEd)

Don’t Give Up The Day Jobs - based on the original collaboration invitation https://soundcloud.com/dave-mckeown/dont-give-up-the-day-job
Music by Dave McKeown https://soundcloud.com/dave-mckeown
Lyrics and vocals Mark J Bennett 
Some vocal melodies and a line or two I owe to my dear friend, the late NiggyQ https://soundcloud.com/sanigar

Just when you thought,
It couldn’t get much worse.
Zero hours contracts,
Universal Credit curse.
Without Gran there’d be no childcare,
Without the food-bank, the cupboard’s bare.
Don’t give up the day jobs,
Work nights as well.

I’ve always been a grafter,
Never one to shirk,
Early morning papers, 
And weekend laundry work.
No time left for more education,
No energy left, nor motivation.
Don’t give up the day jobs,
Work nights as well.

Why does it have to be this way?
Why don’t debts ever go away?
Still we’ve lived to fight another day.
I fear it’s the way, that it’s going to stay.
Accept the lot you’ve got, the life you live from day to day. 
Day to day, day to day.

Just when you thought,
It couldn’t get much worse.
I made an insurance claim, 
But they wouldn’t reimburse.
Is it worth it just to keep standing still? 
We can’t afford to ever get ill.
Don’t give up the day jobs,
Work nights as well.

Don't Give Up The Day Jobs (Dave McKeown/Mark J Bennett)

A special song about my Dad. (a tribute to John Prine's style of music)
Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Lizzie 
Vocal & Music by my friend Lizzie Taypen

I WOKE UP EVERY MORNIN'
TO THE SOUND OF HIM PLAYIN'
HIS OLD HARP IN THE KEY OF "C"
A GREAT MEMORY FOR ME

THEN HE WAS READY TO START HIS DAY
GRABBED HIS LUNCH...WAS ON HIS WAY
ALWAYS ARIVING EARLY AT THE JOB SITE
CAUSE BEIN' LATE WOULD NOT BE RIGHT

(CHORUS)
MY DADDY WAS A CARPENTER
HE LOVED DRIVIN' THEM NAILS
A SMALL TIME CONTRACTOR
ALWAYS FOCUSED ON DETAILS
NO AIR TOOLS BACK THEN
TO HIM…IT WAS A SIN
IF YOU DIDN'T USE A HAMMER

HIS WORK DAY'S...THEY WERE LONG
FILLED WITH HARD WORK AND SWEAT
NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG
MY DAD HAD NO REGRETS

HE LEARNED HIS TRADE
IN THE ARMY DURING THE WAR
WORE OUT MANY A SAW BLADE
AND HUNG MANY A DOOR

(REPEAT CHORUS)

ON SUNDAY WE WERE ALWAYS GOIN'
TO THE COUNTRY CHURCH NEXT DOOR
HIS BIBLE, HE WAS ALWAYS READIN'
DIDN'T WANT TO BE THE MAN HE WAS BEFORE

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2020 © Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

My Daddy Was A Carpenter - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Lizzie Taypen - Original

Part 2 of 266
Installments to be released every Saturday.

Part 1: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part1

The TAFFETA Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical

TAFFETA | Part 2

...music for all autumn lovers 🧡

#piano by Lena Molfa 🎹

Autumn's Whisper of Forest

Music, lyrics and vocals by Irina
Guitar by AB

The Japanese system for counting higher numbers is based on the decimal progression grouping into sets of 4 zeros: 10,000 (万), 100,000,000 (億), etc, rather than 3. I was always fascinated why, particularly because in Japan 4 is not a popular number due to its "on" reading... This song will not delve into further exploration of this topic but the influence is apparent in the title - ichiokukai.

Tell me once, now tell me twice
Tell me hundred million times
All those hundred million lies
I long to hear

When you talk the way you do
I don't care if it comes true
All I care about is you
When you're so near

Hush, my heart
Don't jump out just yet
Hush, my heart
Time and again you forget

Tell me fast, now tell me slow
All those things I wanna know
Say you never let me go
I'm ready to believe

When you talk the way you do
I don't care if it comes true
All I care about is you
I'm ready to forgive

Hush, my heart
Don't jump out just yet
Hush, my heart
Time and again you forget

Tell me once, now tell me twice

Hundred Million Times (一億回)

Written by Lead belly
Guitar, Mandolin, Banjo, Bass- Josh McAlexander

Cotton Fields

SolipSystemic

Love it

Release date : November 6th 2020.

Thank you very much indeed for taking time to listen to my work
and for all your support. I really do appreciate it!

Enjoy!

A Stray Dog

London based singer-songwriter with a strong appreciation of jazz. UKSC 2017 Winner, BBC Introducing artist. SoundCloud feels like home where interacting with wonderful musicians has been so much fun. Hope you have as much fun listening.

I write music to encourage, inspire and uplift with a message of hope that lives in the truth. I share my life through music and I share how Jesus is in the mix. Thanks to all those that support the music.

Hundred Million Times (一億回)

Irina

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