Some delightful front porch foot stompin’ 12 bar magic James.  A cautionary tale to be sure;)

James!! Where ya been?  Sounding classic here!!

Really great earthy blues atmosphere youve got down James. Superb lyrics and vocal.

Compositeur; Philippe SEGUINARD Auteur mélodiste: Guillaume DULER
Accordéon: Jonathan MARTEEL https://www.facebook.com/AupaKantuzAnglet/?locale=fr_FR  Charango: Coralie NAZABAL https://www.coralienazabal.com/  https://soundcloud.com/jonathan-marteel/ah-si-ladour
Choeurs: Coralie , Jonathan , Philippe et Guillaume
Lyrics:
Nos vies sont des bateaux que les années emportent
Sur des océans calmes ou bien des mers trop fortes
On navigue au hasard et l'on cherche fortune
Prêt à livrer bataille pour décrocher la Lune

Et si le vent du nord
Gonflait nos voiles
Irions nous vers ces ports
Où rien ne se dévoile
Mais les hommes ont si peur
Du bruit de la fureur
De leur propre douleur
Et de leur créateur

On dérive parfois sur des courants d'hier
Les yeux pleins d'horizons pleins de frontières
De nos sillons blessés on revient les mains vides
Et ce temps qui nous double après la dernière ride

Et si le vent du nord
Gonflait nos voiles
Irions nous vers ces ports
Où rien ne se dévoile
Mais les hommes ont si peur
Du bruit de la fureur
De leur propre douleur
Et de leur créateur

Nos vies sont des bateaux que tout brise sans cesse
Pauvres marins échoués sans signal de détresse
Naufragés ridicules sur de pauvres écueils
On se noie dans un verre en buvant notre orgueil

Et si le vent du nord
Gonflait nos voiles
Irions nous vers ces ports
Où rien ne se dévoile
Mais les hommes ont si peur
Du bruit de la fureur
De leur propre douleur
Et de leur créateur

Et chantent les sirènes et partent les curieux
Tentés par des chimères et qu'importe le lieu
Courageux ambitieux sur les chemins du sort
Ignorant les étoiles et l'ange qui s'endort

Our lives are boats that the years carry away
On calm oceans or heavy seas
We sail at random and seek our fortune
Ready to fight for the moon

And if the north wind
Were to fill our sails
Would we head for these ports
Where nothing is revealed
But men are so afraid
Of the noise of fury
Of their own pain
And of their creator

Sometimes we drift on yesterday's currents
Eyes full of horizons full of frontiers
From our wounded furrows we return empty-handed
And this time that doubles us after the last wrinkle

And if the north wind
Would fill our sails
Would we head for these ports
Where nothing is revealed
But men are so afraid
Of the noise of fury
Of their own pain
And of their creator

Our lives are ships that are constantly being broken
Poor sailors stranded without a distress signal
Ridiculous castaways on poor reefs
We drown in a glass drinking our pride

And if the north wind
Would fill our sails
Would we head for these ports
Where nothing reveals itself
But men are so afraid
Of the noise of fury
Of their own pain
And of their creator

And the sirens sing and the curious depart
Tempted by chimeras and who cares where
Courageously ambitious on the paths of fate
Ignoring the stars and the sleeping angel

© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER Juin 2023

Le vent du nord (Coralie NAZABAL - Jonathan MARTEEL & JIM) TRANSLATED

37°

Meet me at the heart Nebula (String Version)

Words and Music by Roger Whittlesey. Georg Boehme arranged and played all saxes. All other sounds by Whittlesey. roduced in New Hampshire and in Cologne, Germany. ©2024. Thank you, Georg, for participating in this process and for offering your awesome talents. 

What's this song about? String Theory is the notion that all time exists on a string—a string that never disappears. I'm a fan of the podcast/television show Closer to Truth, an American production hosted by a neuroscientist. The host interviews the leading experts on many scientific and philosophical subjects. In a recent podcast, scientists discussed String Theory, which became the inspiration for this song. 

One scientist explained that if you imagine a string along which all time exists—past, present and future—then you can understand that right now both the future and past still exist on that string. So, in theory, the past never disappears and the future is waiting to happen. He likened it to a DVD of a movie. At any point you can rewind or move forward. He suggests that this may be possible with time. 

What I drew from this notion is that all that has happened in my life, all the people I have known—in particular those who are no longer here—are, according to this theory, still existing on the string. Is this a comfort? I think it is for me. 

This is why in the refrain I sing, " I will always be with you." Even when I no longer exist, I will exist along the string, a string that connects me to a past before my own existence began and to a future that I will never see. 

Perhaps you will draw something different from this song and from the theory. In any case, I hope you enjoy the musicianship on this recording. Georg and I worked hard to produce parts and solos that we're proud of. 

Roger Whittlesey
February 18, 2024

See the video here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0mjns4dHvk

String Theory (Featuring Georg Boehme)

A Song for the Victims of Leonard Lake

somewhere up in the hills you see from Fool's Bay
a junk packed yard 'round a house
where no one ever stays
rusty machines, the smell of dump
and a door in the ground
half way beneath the porch, sugar
if you're strong enough to bear 
you'll hear an eery sound

that's wehre he made them stay
where he came to see 
how someone fades away

stairway down to hell
shortcut to paradise
it's where you swim in shabbiness
and drown in Mister Lake

that's where he made them stay
where he came to see 
how someone fades away

a big man and a sad man
a list of things they'd expect
don't hide behind those words, sugar
but you where strong enough to kill
whatever dreams they'd pet

that's where you came to stay
a place you'd never see
unless you went that way

abandon
understand
stop counting
beats so deep

abandon
all your 
all your
or you'll
understand

stop counting 
stop seeing
stop hoping

Lake Song

Gallows Kiss

Strange Goins On

Hope is sometime

File Updated: 21 December 2024 @ 14:19 GMT

Lyrics are a Poem by Bill Stapleton - My Grandad


Papa wrote this on the 3rd of July 1970. Over 9 years before I existed :-) Mum and Dad would have been 17 when he wrote this...

The Lure of the Sea
______________________________
Oh! for a bark of heavy Oak
With lines as smooth as tender youth
And a powerful mother,
Then I would challenge the sea.

High in the bow with transom stern
With plenty of beam and a sturdy keel
And a large propellor,
Then I would challenge the sea.

Proud at the wheel of this fifty footer
With Decca and radar and VHF
And an echo sounder
Then I would challenge the sea

Night sea witches and stormy devils
Could scratch and scare and whine and moan
But I'd not care,
But should I challenge the sea?

Only a fool would think such things
Toamtch a mister so strong and wide
Oh the watery coffin



Study the moods of this mighty giant
And venture not if the wind and he
Do disagree,
Then friend, you'll enjoy the sea.

🧓🏼The Lure of the Sea

This is an old song that was orginally called 'Flowers in Your Head'  begun in the late 70s by my dad and his friend. He completed it in the 90s and recorded it with a local band (we can't fully remember it). Having not come up with much myself lately,  I was inspired again when remembering how much I liked this, so I re-wrote it again with some different words,  and probably ruined it. 
Melody by Rob Benson (Verse, Chorus) and The Cobbled Moth (Middle 8, or whatever its called). Lyrics by The Cobbled Moth, and Hoppo (who wrote the first verse and part of second).

Cooler is slang for jail. The Song of Songs is worth a study. Beno of LCR FM is in there and the Azerbaijan link. 

Phone recording 24.12.24. 

When I'm feeling lonely and my life is dead and I feel so useless that my face is red 
And I know I can't get away 
The cooler's in my head 
The coolers in my head, the cooler's in my head no no no no oh
Well I turn the radio way down low DJ D says not to go
Back to Stockholm yeah I'm alone just like they said 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head no no no no oh
You're locked up in a teacup
Diagnoses all wrong 
Bad domain, rage in vain
For lost Song of Songs
Even though you fled
The coolers in your head cooler in your head wo oh oh oh
Where we met was Persia but the north turned red, later left turned right
The same families led 
And I know I can't get away the coolers in my head 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head No no no no oh 
Cooler in my head, Cooler in my head oh oh oh 




The Cooler's in my Head (collaboration)

Ein atmosphärischer, nachdenklicher Song über die Suche nach Sinn, Orientierung und den kleinen Momenten, die uns weitertragen. Verträumte Melodien treffen auf tiefgründige Lyrics und erzeugen eine melancholisch-schöne Stimmung. Perfekt zum Nachdenken, Träumen und Innehalten.

Auf der Suche

(French cover) Version française de la chanson  ♥ Lava ♥
Vidéo sous-titrée en anglais (Eng subtitle video) :
http://xanylovem.free.fr/vidos/lava-reprise.html

Arrangement guitare et scie: XanyloveM
Voix: XanyloveM et FaDe https://soundcloud.com/fa-d-1

NOTE: I discovered this original song at the cinema on the first part of a PIXAR cartoon movie :-))

LAVA Cover French (original Pixar vidéo link with Eng Subtitle)

Like so many here I write and record my own "stuff." Give a listen if so inclined.  Thank you-James

Strange Goins On

James Eoppolo

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