This music is really beautiful and deep. You've delicately avoided superfluity and kept only the essential. 💎

The long finale is splendid. 💚💚💚

You got to something of a Celtic melancholy that's real and neither is it nostalgia nor is it sentimental. Not an easy thing to pull off. Thanks for sharing JJ and I regret that I've only just discovered it now. Powerful and moving stuff

Yes, it does have a celtic feel, but a more modern celtic feel.

Pensive music. If a metal version of this existed that would be sick. :)

A sensational sounding instrumental track featuring nothing but the finest of musical performances, and with a production value that elevates the listening experience to great heights!

The Jacobite Rising

Bonjour à tous,
je vous propose cette ancienne composition qui était trop longue et que j'ai raccourcie . 
J'ai composé mon morceau avec ce rythme énergique et fou, dans un style de Rock'n'roll traditionnel des époques fin 50's début 60's avec une petite touche de sonorité "Surf". 
J'ai fait trois jeux de guitares, (accords rythmiques, un solo,  un jeu medium façon "basse"  sur les deux cordes graves de ma guitare, et une basse classique jouée plutôt sur les cordes aigues. 
Merci pour votre écoute
P'pa Carpentier.

Crazy Rhythm (remix)

Thorn that Grows

I've started posting a few tracks that feature isolated instruments on previously uploaded songs, just for fun. On this one, I've done a bit of a short remix to highlight the nasty harmonica solo at the end of one of my fave songs I collaborated on with the charming & talented Eclectic Collective gang. It was the first time I'd tried playing that style with the heavy echo/reverb effect, and I was surprised how it turned out. 
Here's a link to the original full song, featuring wicked solo turns by several members of the group:

https://on.soundcloud.com/NcZz44EUFyChiR4LA

More goodies in the "ISOLATED TRACKS" playlist:
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/sets/isolated-tracks
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A Brush With Death (BLUES HARP SOLO)

Another cosmic blast from a tiny speck on the edge of Laniakea.

Laniakea

Written, arranged and produced by DAVIDE ANGELINI
Vocals & instruments: DAVIDE ANGELINI
Album: SYMPHONY FOR A NEW GENERATION
Originally (p)&(c) 2014 Davide Angelini
This remaster (p)&(c) 2023 Davide Angelini

Lyrics:

IT'S NOT TO KNOW
Where I'll go..
Where I'll live..
Where I'll stay
and what I'll be..
When my dreams one day could become so real
...It's not to know.

When my heart..
When my love..
When my soul will be no more lone..
When my dreams one day could become so real
...It's not to know.

It's not to know..

When I'll cry..
When I'll weep..
When my pain will be so deep..
When my dreams one day could become unreal
...It's not to know.

It's not to know..

(c) 2014 Davide Angelini

Symphony for a New Generation (2023 Remaster)

It's Not to Know (2023 Remaster)

Bandcamp

IT'S NOT TO KNOW - (2023 Remaster)

It's not often that an entire nation suddenly has its hands unshackled, its mouth ungagged and its cell door left ajar with an open invitation to leave the darkness and step into the light.

So, Syria, what's it to be?

Hmmm...?

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Find Seagull's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Find David's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

Artwork by Seagull
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Mother Syria

Hold my hand up to the sun to reach this smouldered rubble
Lift my eyes again with little patience left in trust
Assad years, father and son, each the devil’s double
Gassed and burned my cradle nation to blood-soaked mental dust

With his face alight the new guy’s mission, pure, sent from heaven
Promises truth, gold, light and god in his virgin presidential pledge
In the dead of night autocracy voted AK47
New boots crush freedom’s fingertips, as they’re clinging to the ledge

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
That cradled understanding of things earthly and divine?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
Or should we prepare the palliatives for your sectarian decline?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
On the path of sane humanity or on diabolos’ design?

Mother Syria will you renounce the suicide bomber’s blast?
Maybe seek out peace at last?

Mother Syria   ...   with Seagull and David Dunham

You miss those days when you were young, carefree and single
And if you wanted to meet people
you could just go to a bar, drink beer and mingle.
Now you’re constantly busy trying to tie up all the loose ends.  
You have so many domestic chores to do on your weekends. 

Somewhere along the way it became hard make new friends
That’s not the way it used to be. 
The world’s a crowded place, full of so many people.
But sometimes you feel like the only fish in the sea.

People without kids who have dogs, they think it’s the same thing
You can leave you dog home alone
 but you can’t do that with your offspring
You miss those days when you could tear up your plans and act spontaneously
Now you have to juggle so many things simultaneously

You used to strut around like a free-range rooster 
Now you’re laying eggs in a cramped cage
Your life’s an unwritten book 
But every day you’re stuck on the same page 

You pick up a half empty glass of milk and you try to tell yourself it’s half full
You catch a glimpse of your pear-shaped dad bod in the mirror and you tell yourself you’re still cool

They say there’s an epidemic of loneliness. 
You think about all those old friends that you really miss.
It used to be that you could just pick up your phone and call somebody out of the blue
But times have changed and now that’s not something that people do.
When you stood in line at a public place you could initiate a conversation
But now people have their faces buried in their phones for the entire duration

Somewhere along the way it became hard make new friends
That’s not the way it used to be. 
The world’s a crowded place, full of so many people.
But sometimes you feel like the only fish in the sea.
The world’s a crowded place, full of so many people.
But sometimes you feel like the only fish in the sea.

Hard To Make New Friends

A Winter’s Rose

Remember the magic of the childhood and the wild days. It might still work. 
Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2025, all rights reserved. 
Thank you for listening :)

Lyrics
When we were young, we were able to fly
No fear no doubt, pain just passed by

Remember The Magic

The world was big, a space for dreams
It was crowded by possibilities

Remember The Magic

We made some miracles come true
What you desire and what you dream is up to you

Remember The Magic - Neli CoKo

"The black camel has visited......." is a metaphor also used for the Grim Reaper.

Black Camel

Thank you for stopping by 😊
Self taught musician whenever I was a bored child. I enjoy playing everything except for reeded/woodwind or the french horn. I do have many solo songs embedded in my collection but anything with parentheses is a collaboration or working with others. The Eclectic Collective, which is often listed after songs, is a tight knit collection of studio musicians spanning the globe. Below is a list of the core members of the Eclectic Collective: We do also have some regulars that come by some weeks and sit in. We release a song almost every Friday. 

The Eclectic Collective 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – bass
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, electric piano, synth, lyrics, some vocals, song writing
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar, mixing, production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– drums and percussion
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– acoustic and electric guitars, production, mixing, mastering
Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark –keyboards, effects, piano, some lyrics and vocals.

If you've read this far then I am indebted to you forever. Thank you 😊. Happiness cannot be sought directly. It is a bi-product of love and service to others. 

J.J.

The Jacobite Rising

J.J. Terrell

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