All in the great zone! This might be my favorite so far..but they all are.

You make my heart melt each time. 💖😍

Класс, ничтяк, супер, бомба, БРАВО!!!!!

un reggae más que interesante. really nice!

Oh more Russian singing... this is so enchanting, the arrangements are great and your voice sounds absolutely wonderful.

Great songwriting and wonderful delivery...as usual

Ain't A World Without Vodka and Caviar: 20 New SoundCloud Delights

"The beatings. The coldness. You never saw a smile."

Jimmy Stewart recounts experiences which are piercingly harrowing - but not uncommon.

He is one of thousands of survivors of institutions for children in Northern Ireland, where abuse of young residents was widespread.

When he was eight, Jimmy was taken into Nazareth Lodge in Belfast - a place he quietly describes as "a nightmare".

His mother had died of cancer, aged 32. His father was deaf and unable to speak.

"Though he tried to look after us, he couldn't," Jimmy says.

He remembers the nun who met him and his younger brother Patrick at the door called them "wee mongrels".

The boys didn't know what that meant at the time, but later learned it was a reference to his parents' mixed marriage - one was a Catholic, the other a Protestant.

Jimmy Stewart remembers getting "the mother and father of all beatings" after he ran at a nun when she was physically abusing his younger brother, Patrick.

The vivid nature of his memories are clear when he describes how a nun beat him "with her weapon of choice - a rung from a baby's cot, with piping and light blue paint on it".

Explaining how he became an alcoholic, Jimmy says: "If you ask anyone who's a heavy drinker, they'll tell you that you don't dream in a drunken sleep.

"You don't have nightmares. You don't have flashbacks. It numbs you. Keeps all that stuff away. Until the point it's going to kill you. Which it nearly did to me."

He describes spending "three years behind a locked door in my own house".

"I hadn't bathed or shaved. I think the last three months I spent in the same bathrobe."

He began to recover after he went into hospital.

But his older brother, Victor, "drank himself to death".

Jimmy becomes particularly emotional when he talks about how Victor was "so much changed" by what happened in Rubane House.

"We were always close. But those years took it out of us."

As an adult, Victor "couldn't discuss it - he probably didn't think there was any help for him".

Jimmy regrets deeply that Victor hasn't lived to hear the state apology.

Lyrics.

Hello little mongrel
Come on in
This is just the place
To cure you of your sin

We'll beat you black and blue
With whatever comes to hand
You'll learn to obey
All of our demands

I drink to hide the flashbacks
I drink to numb my mind
Therapy's no good for me
I'm afraid what I will find

You took me and my brothers
Took us down to hell
We never had a smile or love
Became an empty shell

I can't believe in afterlife
I wish I could at times
They'd throw you in the darkest place
To pay for all your crimes

I drink to hide the flashbacks
I drink to numb my mind
Therapy's no good for me
I'm afraid what I will find

You got away with everything
Now you're not here to find
The children trusted to your care
You left broken and maligned

Suffer The Little Children

New EP (final track)

amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/mcmlxx

Music, lyrics, mixing, production: Verulium
Vocals: Amanda

Lyrics:

I’m a veteran  of the psychic war
Never before have I been so happy on the sidelines
Far away
I’ve found a place to stay
I’ve found a place to stay

And when I look back now
There is no cure
For the cruel existence we endured
We endured

I’m a veteran of the psychic war
Never before have I been so happy on the sidelines
Far away
I’ve found a place that I can stay
On Neptune 17
Hiding from the all seeing machine
It tracks you, it drags you down
I’m lost, can I be found?
I’m lost, I don’t want to be found

And when I look back now
There is no cure
For the cruel existence we endured
We endured

And now times have changed
This space machine will help me make it to the end
To the end

I’m a veteran of the psychic war
Never before have I been so happy on the sidelines
Far away
I’ve found a place that I can stay
On Neptune 17
Hiding from the all seeing machine
It tracks you, it drags you down
I’m lost, can I be found?
I’m lost, I don’t want to be found

MCMLXX

Psychic War

“Written at a time when there was great uncertainty, I wanted to highlight the very real mental health crisis and the people that support recovery. I wanted a simple message and I think this song both lyrically and musically captures what I was hoping to express”

A song about uncertainty and recovery - “Learning To Feel Again”

Looking at you in this moment
In this moment

My coffee is cold and I've lost my focus
It's been one hell of a year for us

I'm feeling different than yesterday
I know down in my heart it's just a phase and this will change

I’m learning to feel again, I'm learning to feel

"Take off the pressure" 
It’s getting better
She smiled at me in that way that I know she's thinking of me, my best interest
She's the best thing that happened to me

I’m learning to feel again, I'm learning to feel
(I'm feeling different than yesterday)

© Heart House Records 2021

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by Heart House Records
Mastered by DOLBY

Inspired by:
#Maroon5 #OneRepublic #Coldplay 

Add this song to your SPOTIFY playlist here: https://open.spotify.com/album/3SSRsZlK7luFRkbi56nnCY?si=KGY_2qoGQfWHvc1GjKlVnQ

Learning To Feel Again (Slow + Reverb Version)

The Golden Age

faced with the rays of heaven
you'll see everything is how it's meant to be
so let that supposition result in dancing
and the sound arising as you feel the need

quiet harbingers have walked the path alone 
and left behind their guidance in the marking stones
there is substance to these dreams of Avalon
I know you feel it in your bones

messages of love by satellite the anthem of the final days
we gather in the starless night in the last of the golden age

the heavy burdens of this life 
can make us selfish and blind
I see you there and I know
you are honest and kind

there is no weapon that will prevail against us
as we  stand our ground in the final days
you must remember love is relentless
here in the golden age 

trust that your heart will fill with joy 

it's still so early in the spring
on the spectrum of life 
more subtle is the journey as we arrive
no more hiding in half light

will you be there in the light of love

The Golden Age

Not Lonely When Alone - original version

Edit: supporting visuals: https://youtu.be/O57dZY1AVdg

Experiment forcibly using new equipment all in one track. Well, this happened. It's kind of interesting I think.
I treated myself to a Twisted Electrons "Blast Beats" groovebox.. the lowest-fi glitchiest piece of cr*p equipment you can buy for not cheap. And I love it. Straight from the realms of Dystopia
Also, less prominent: some pad created with a Roland JD-08. Yummy. What an excellent little gem that.
Also in the mix: Elektron model:cycles. I am assuredly going to do a concept album or at least EP with that thing.
Vocals were recorded using a TritonAudio Fethead Transformer. That's a very neat in-line pre-amp running on phantom power.


I threw some lyrics together about things that are pretty current, and keep me busy, so here they are:

lyrics

Were you someone, I have to be asking
grew up serene, away from the struggle
and strife now presented that never did touch you
but words of deception that make you believe
that the world was on fire, injustice abound
right at your doorstep to take all your freedom?
but just close your eyes, there was never a real threat
other than the ones of split tongues and venom!

wired up, side on break the violence
fired up, ride on, hear the silence

tell me again who you were once ago
when the future was open and dreams were allowed
think of exactly who told you the difference
between cats and dogs and the hits that were misses?

the tales that were spun on a landfill of gaps:
all cognitive bias we need to unlearn!
projection, reflections, deflections, the point is
we all want our freedom and peace with the world

wired up, side on break the violence
fired up, ride on, hear the silence

Glitchout

Un Moment

Transcendence of the great and eternal questions of life...

https://open.spotify.com/track/0lNVcl9JXTniFXNmHLhM3c?si=37c81124a4674e95

https://open.spotify.com/artist/11E1ROT11TOpqVtgLFkf2K?si=LX1ZADvxRLyjm-dhhIPXMg
Может просто дальше быть?
По реке крамольной плыть?

Может просто дальше быть?
По реке крамольной плыть?

По реке крамольной плыть?

Река (River Of Dreams)

Dolbania - Река (River Of Dreams)

Cover of the Dire Straits classic - sometime its good just to have some fun. Best heard with AirPods walking at a brisk pace.

Six Blade Knife

MIX/MASTER: Woods Studio

NOTE: I don't hold myself to any strict "historical accuracy" in my lyrics. There may be one person in my distant past I had in mind as I wrote this. Or not...

LYRIC

Sir
I called you sir
It was a different time
And that's just how things were

Role
You played your role
And it was quite a fine performance
I was so naive
It’s hard now to believe
I never saw through you, ‘sir’

Gone 
That world is gone
For both the worse and better, maybe
It's moved on

Sir
Did you ever let your guard down
And let the truth slip through
Was there a real ‘you’
Or were just a man I knew as ‘sir’

Now
The world of now
I wonder if it would astound you
Frighten and confound you
But could it be inside
You would feel some pride
At how it could be
If you lived to see 
A world somewhat free for you, sir

Sweet dreamer
New years
Restless soul (Alt. take)
Train Home (3)
Food & music (Feat. CW & OCA)
Heartstrings
Tonight

02 New Years

We proudly present our new song: Tell me
Music: Oddrun Eikli and Torbjørn Vagle
Instrumental composition and additional instruments: Torbjørn Vagle//soundcloud.com/tobbenv
Vocal composition, vocal and photo for the cover: Oddrun Eikli 
Trumpet and the trumpet arrangement: Arne Hiorth
Instrumental composition and additional instruments: Torbjørn Vagle
Mix&Mastering: Njål Frode Lie http://www.nflproduksjoner.no/
poem: " Tell Me " , by Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818- 19 Dec. 1848)
Haworth, England

Describing time is not ever going to be easy, but in her own unique way, Emily Brontë is able to effectively convey a powerful means of doing so.
The images described are fairly simple — the past is something to be longed for, the present is something to plan in, and the future is something to look forward to.
The natural imageries used are phenomena that a child might observe all the time while growing up. The childlike simplicity of the metaphors combined with it`s inner meanings is what makes this poem so beautiful.

Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee ?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.'

Tell me, what is the present hour ?
'A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.'

And what is the future, happy one ?
'A sea beneath a cloudless sun ;
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity.'

Tell Me. Torbjørn Vagle and Oddrun Eikli. Trumpet: Arne Hiorth

Featuring my Valuable Friends who kindly gave their hearts and remarkable skills to this project: Thank you!

@janinelevinson - The Mistral Vocals
@burn-it-smith - The Scirocco Piano and Aeolian Double Bass
@rick-4-1 - The Beaufort Scale Drums 
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Wuthering Stuff

Janine has recorded a wonderful stripped-down version too:
 www.soundcloud.com/janinelevinson/mr-Ps-bag-of-sunshine-mcwalter-cover-with-phil-mcwalter

Vodka and Caviar

I once flew across America
Just holding a balloon
Discovered a buried treasure chest
Full of gold doubloon 
I walked into a hurricane
And found myself back home
On a wild white stallion
Galloping through foam

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
Of vodka and caviar

I sold my soul to a friendly gecko
Who left it on the bar
I ate a bag of sunshine
That exploded in my car
I flew with the Egyptian gods
And travelled to the stars
And I dressed up like a carnival king
With glitter in glass jars

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
On vodka and caviar

Some days
Are better than others
Some nights I
Don’t bother…

It’s not the truth
Sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train

The walled-up dust on a jester’s laugh
For a cask of sherry wine
The smell of sugar cane in the heat
And a woman’s gaze divine
Float around my spinning head
A trail of petalled steps I said
Take me from the tower and sing
My songs around my bed
(Is he dead?)

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
On vodka and caviar
Vodka and caviar
On vodka and caviar

June 2020 Phil McWalter

Spotify

Vodka And Caviar

Music, lyrics and vocals by Irina

Time for something new - different style, different language... Please scroll down for English translation. Hope you like the song :)

Любовь растаяла
Так же быстро как пришла
Ты мне нравишься
Но мне лучше без тебя

Долго длилась зима
Перегорели дома
Мне бы увидеть слякоть
Разбитого сердца мякоть

Любовь растаяла
Так же быстро как пришла
Ты мне нравишься
Но мне лучше без тебя

Да ты очень хороший
Но порой от тебя тошно
Говорю это любя
Я устала от тебя

Любовь растаяла
Так же быстро как пришла
Ты мне нравишься
Но мне лучше без тебя

Я не хочу быть вьюгой
А лентему солнцу подругой
Пора гирлянды убрать
И наконец расцветать

Любовь растаяла
Так же быстро как пришла
Ты мне нравишься
Но мне лучше без тебя

Любовь растаяла
Так же быстро как пришла
Ты мне нравишься
Но мне лучше без тебя

--------------------------------

Love has melted
Just as quickly as it came
I really like you
But I am better without you

Winter lasted so long
Homes burned out
I wish to see the slush
Soft flesh of a broken heart

Love has melted
Just as quickly as it came
I really like you
But I am better without you

Yes, you are very good
But sometimes I'm sick of you
I am saying this lovingly -
I am tired of you

Love has melted
Just as quickly as it came
I really like you
But I am better without you

I do not want to be a blizzard
But to be a friend of the summer sun
Time to put away the Christmas lights
And finally begin to bloom

Love has melted
Just as quickly as it came
I really like you
But I am better without you

Love has melted
Just as quickly as it came
I really like you
But I am better without you

Love Melts

Любовь растаяла (Love Melts)

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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.

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Любовь растаяла (Love Melts)

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