your voice suits very nicely with this song

Love your album Irina...when you gonna tour?😁

Always fun digging through your catalogue

Those Vocal Flourishes are so Accurate + Awesome :)  Impressive !!!

Michael Kober:  Bass
Alex Arcady:  Drums, B-Vocs, Mix & Master
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Organ, Vocals

Original version by The Yardbirds. Thanks for the attention!

Demo Songs

Heart full of soul  ft. MICHAEL KOBER

Lyrics : 

As a little girl I knew how to pray, 
But that was yesterday 
And now I forgot so I don’t know how to say 
That I want you to take me back to my young years 
Could you do this for me please 

I wonder how to pray

Seems that I’ve missed it all 
All the things 
You’ve put on my way 
How can  I’ve done so wrong ? 
How can I forget how to to pray ? 
Please bring me back to my young years
I’d like to start it all over

So before 
You take me cold
I’d like another chance 

I don’t know how to pray no more
What are the things you expect for(from) me tell me !

Everything goes slowly 
So slowly
But to quickly when I look back 
Looks like
I’m in a 
Shabby old summer road movie 
With those old dirty cars and trucks  
And the sun Going down

drowning the landscape 
In the dark 
Just like me
 actually 

Take me back to my young years please 

I don’t know how to pray but I’d like you to hear me
Please take me back to my young years 
I want to start it all over again 
Heal me
Bring me
Where There are so much things  for I  to say 

don’t take me cold today 
I still have so much things to do 
I want to show the world who I am even if I know it’s not what you expect me to do 
It’s only because I feel that I have so many things to sing so many things  to say 
Hear me 
Heal me
And tell me what I’ve done wrong 
One day maybe yesterday 

I love my life 
Can’t tell the rest of it 
I love my life but I want to change it now 
Take me back to my young years so I can live what I’m supposed to live
Take me back where I belong to now
 
I wanna live on the stage

I have so many things to say
Even if nobody cares

Please   take me back 
To my     yoUng years

Look Video song

Where I Belong

Wrote this in an attempt to convince myself that I'm not alone. 
‘Winging it’ is a phrase (circa 1885) used by performers ‘depping’ for someone in the theatre, learning the part in the wings before going on stage. 

Photograph: Jess Dixon in his flying automobile.
https://youtu.be/qaWy1qJbmZY

Everyone’s 
Just winging it
Playing it by ear
Ad-libbing it
Life is a fool’s game
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

And I don’t mind 
Admitting it
I once had a plan 
But I’m not sticking to it
So easy to drift
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

Everyone’s 
Just winging it
Playing it by ear
Ad-libbing it
Life is a fool’s game
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

Everyone's Just Winging It

Ages ago, while trawling Spotify, I stumbled on this song by Luke Doucet, a Canadian singer - songwriter(and great guitarist!). 
I immediately loved the guitar part and the lyrics.
It seemed like it would be fun (and a challenge) to learn the song - just guitar and voice, and upload it between bigger projects. Hoping I've done it justice :)

Wallow (Cover)

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℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic. 
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning 
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
LYRICS:
From the northlands up in the mountains
To the southlands across the seas
You might ask me what I know
About the places I have seen 

And I might say that I’m not sure 
There’s always something new out there to learn
Grey skies follow blue and blue skies follow grey
Who can say when the weather will turn

But it’s funny…………. how the wind knows
Funny…………… how the wind ……………just knows
It’s so funny…………. how the wind knows
So funny…………… how the wind ……………just knows

Could go west to the setting sun
Could go east to the break of day 
And you might ask me what I know
About the places I'll see along the way

And I might say that I’m not sure 
There’s always something new out there to learn
Grey skies follow blue and blue skies follow grey
Who can say when the weather will turn

But it’s funny…………. how the wind knows
Funny…………… how the wind ……………just knows
It’s so funny…………. how the wind knows
So funny…………… how the wind ……………just knows

How The Wind Knows

I'm in the middle. I'm not yet 9 years old, but I already knew I was going to teach music even though I had only started playing at age 7. I would bring my friends inside and give them lessons on how to play Chopsticks and later, Heart and Soul. The family in the photo doesn't exist anymore, and hasn't for a long time. My older sister isn't in it. Some of my family is still living but there is absolutely no communication. There is only animosity and disrespect directed at me. There is no love or caring. Sad isn't it? I gave up.

Growing up between 1954 and 1972, when I left home to go to school, I had no intention of moving back to my hometown.

I had a wonderful childhood. Children today don't experience the joy of being a child whose sole objective was being able to play outside with a dozen other neighborhood children. 

My parents were still kids when they got married right out of High school and had three babies in four years. My sisters did the same thing, never finding out who they were and what their talents were. Could I sell cars for 35 years? Never. We were just so different. There were many reasons that tore our family apart. My father turned to alcohol after his kids were grown, in his 40's and was dead at 54. My mother couldn't maintain the family business herself and lost everything she had worked for and had nothing to show for it. I haven't talked to my sisters in years. They are angry at me for reasons I don't understand and I gave up trying to figure it out. They don't talk to each other, either. I don't know what it's like to have a sister. Are they lonely, too? Is it pride that stands in the way?

Creating music is my way of understanding what I feel. It is like my diary. From a young child I tried tried to play what I could hear inside, but I couldn't, and there wasn't anyone who could teach me that because they couldn't play their own music. It took a long time to understand and I'm not yet quite there, learning how to play the piano from the inside out. It has changed the way I teach. Anyone can learn to read music but only a few can actually hear their own music. I've written a lot of music for people as gifts and music for my own family, especially the newest babies. Number 5 great grandbaby is due in a few months. Hopefully it is something they will keep to always connect me to them.

I can't change what my sisters think of me. I believe it is regretful but it is their choice, not mine. If my parents could have looked ahead and saw how we ended how sad they would have been. When I uploaded this music to SC last night I sat there, overwhelmed and cried. It is one thing to lose your family to death; quite another to lose them when while they still live.

Broken Family

Recorded In Modesto, Ca.    Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Alto Saxophone solo. Trumpet solo. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Godin Nylon acoustic Guitar Rhythm. Horn section, Alto, Tenor Saxophones Background. Trumpet Background. Fender Electric Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Drums, Full Trap set. Percussion Zildjen 22" Crash Cymbal, Timbales, Cowbell, Open Hi-Hat, Congas.

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The earth visitor  & ɳøìŕoŗĭőn - Autumn Hearts

Music, lyrics and vocals by Irina

2 AM the city lights my room
I'm lying floored inside the gloom
Melodies of songs pulling at my strings
Pick up the phone nostalgia rings

We want the past, what we have lost or what we cannot have
The time glossed over in a haze, those happy younger days

Afraid to ruin paradise
So instead I dry my eyes
Fragments sink into my mind
This suffering I do not mind


Can someone tell me will it disappear
This foreign place that I hold dear
If I go and visit it again
Will sunshine I imagined turn to rain

We want the past, what we have lost or what we cannot have
The time glossed over in a haze, those happy younger days

Afraid to ruin paradise
So instead I dry my eyes
Fragments sink into my mind
This suffering I do not mind


We want the past, what we have lost or what we cannot have
The time glossed over in a haze, those happy younger days

Afraid to ruin paradise
So instead I dry my eyes
Fragments sink into my mind
This suffering I do not mind

Nostalgia Rings

This is an orchestral version of my eponymous piece for string quartet, composed for Golden Hornet's String Quartet Smackdown VII.

Link to string quartet performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URoi3ScdtcA

© Cecilia Muylaert 2020, All Rights Reserved.

A Mischievous Plan (Orchestral Version)

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.

Nostalgia Rings

Irina

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