Listening with headphones... beautiful mix, and, again... what a voice.

This is so full of gorgeous musical twists and turns...and so beautifully sung...an absolute gem of a song!

what an absolute gem. really quite wonderful song writing. Got a lovely James Taylor vibe but with keys rather than the accoustic

Just listened again on headphones. It really is top notch his one James. I'll get me coat!😉

aww nice great track well done James.😎👌🎶👍

great melody James, you sure can write a goodun

ONE LOGICAL THING TRUE DETECTIVES LOVE

Vocals & Lyrics by IPG1
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1

Produced by Cosmic Keanu

Lyrics
Pre Chorus
No imagination—-no glory
Worry don’t set ——the pace

Verse1
each level deeper——— keep it positive ——
—-no negative ——when I come through——
🎵It’s unedited
Playing the odds———I won’t lose
living life —-no regrets, is what I choose 🎵
open bars, liquid——-flow
drink it up ———here we go
Wow —-wow—-wow
now you know
rhymes so——- magical
X’s and O’s ———-crossing lines like
tic-tac-toe

Verse2
Throwing kisses ——count it—-SWAK
tapping out Beats—— enemies being taxed
Hitting the streets, with pleasantries
—-Every key, belong to me, gate keeper.
Can you see—-it has to be——number one priority?
Keep it 100—-come on
Peep That shadow —-by my side
That’s the Grim Reaper

What’s money worth—— when life is much cheaper,
hand-to-hand, with death,
Each level deeper,
Each level deeper
the lesson you learn ——only once
he’s a great teacher [Echo]

Chorus

No imagination—-no glory
Worry don’t set ——the pace
No imagination—-no glory
Worry don’t set ——the pace——peace!-(X2)

Verse3

each level deeper, keep it positive no negative
when I come through——It’s unedited
Playing the odds, I won’t lose
🎵living life —-no regrets, is what I choose 🎵

Each level deeper, ever since the beginning,
convince, but still winning,
musically I’m pimping,
better come on get’em
dress to the left—-even my limp got rhythm
each beat —— a beat that—— tell a story,
Unlimited ——imagination ————brings it glory.
Don’t worry—-Don’t worry

Verse1

open bars, liquid——-flow
drink it up ———here we go
Wow —-wow—-wow
now you know ——now you know
rhymes so——-magical
X’s and O’s ———-crossing lines like
tic-tac-toe

Verse2

——————break—————-

Each level deeper, ever since the beginning,
convince, but still winning,
musically I’m pimping,
better come on get’em
dress to the left—-even my limp got rhythm
each beat —— a beat that—— tell a story,
Unlimited ——imagination ————brings it glory.
Don’t worry—-Don’t worry

🎵Worry don’t set the pace——
Worry don’t set the pace🎵
Each level deeper
Each level deeper [Echo]

Each Level Deeper (IPG1 & Cosmic Keanu)

Indie. Dream pop. Shoegaze. https://davidkaspencer.bandcamp.com/track/true-love-s-on-its-way-feat-coco-haze
Vocals. Cyna Slater. 
Music composition & artwork. D. k. A. Spencer. 
From the original song, https://on.soundcloud.com/MsTESiuipe3vNzMT9 CRUEL LOVE, (Harry & Cyna Slater. Lyrics: Russell L Slater, Janice Slater

WELL THAT CRUEL CRUEL LOVE

IS

OVER  A HILL

AND THAT TRUE TRUE LOVE'S YET TO GIVE ITS FILL

OH THOSE CRUEL COOL LOVER'S ARE OVER A HILL

OH A NEW NEW LOVE

DOES THE ANSWER LIE WITH YOU?

OR 

AM I TO HIDE SO

 LONELY INSIDE?





chorus;

NEW NEW LOVER 

HEY 

now CAN YOU RELATE?

CAN YOU GIVE ME BACK MY HEART

THAT I HAD TO THROW AWAY?

HEY 

NEW NEW LOVER 

HEY

 now WHAT CAN YOU  SAY?

CAN YOU SHOW ME TENDERNESS

yeah 

TRUE LOVE's ON ITS WAY

True Love’s on Its Way. (Feat: Coco & Haze

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

just a simple one mic, spontaneous performance,  me, some words, and a guitar.

Bay Of Pigs Lullaby

Floating Thought

Nouveau Titre - Nouveau Projet -
Téléchargement gratos sur mon bandcamp
Donnez de la force 😉 
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/jane

Vidéo (version live) : youtu.be/eI8yArJpvxc

Jane - Vidéo live version in description

The Savage Detectives is  a novel by the Chilean writer Roberto Bolaño.
Between fiction and reality, it talks about the search for the mysterious Cesárea Tinajero, the forerunner of the fictional Mexican avant-garde poetic movement "Visceral realism" by the two founding poets Ulises Lima and Arturo Belano. The plot develops through the eyes of a thousand disparate and unlikely characters and moves to different places around the world, from Mexico to Europe, from the Middle East to Africa. An incredible and  so original novel, like many of Bolaño's works.

Los detectives salvajes

Cosmic Soup

This is about really strong attraction, being unable to resist and understanding the fallout. I was sat listening to someone tell their tale and I realised, as ever, that it would make a great song! I hope you enjoy it. 
Take care 
James 
Mastered by RCD Audio.  Great with headphones! 
Lyrics 
The firepit 

The heat can singe, the brightness blinds
As sparks fly off, I lose track of time
Attraction’s strong, magnetic pull
Entranced by you, seduced, enthralled 

My life, your life, her life, their lives
Changed forever as each second dies  I look into your eyes 

She speaks to me, she shouts my name 
You don’t react,  so I do the same 
She’s hurt and leaves,  I watch her go
Just you and me, finally alone 

My heart, your heart, her heart, their hearts 
Affected by our words and thoughts
In this chaos we’re all caught 

(Chorus)
Under this clear and peaceful, star filled, winter sky 
The tragedy commences 
As our normality collapses 
And the firepit heats the air
As we move closer, you brush your hair 
from your eyes as you smile
And I’m lost 
Yeah I’m lost! 

All eyes on us, the whispers start
But we ignore them all, safe in the dark
We’re closer now, you take my hand
You say “it’s time”, I understand…

My path, your path, her path, their paths 
Set by our actions as the firepit glows
In the darkness we go..

(Chorus)
Under this clear and peaceful, star filled winter sky
We don’t think about the fall out 
No hesitation or doubt
the firepit’s still spitting,
As in the darkness we’re getting
Further from our old lives 

I don’t want to see the morning, 
I don’t want to see the hurt 
I don’t want to see the wreckage
Of everything I burned 
(Repeat) 

James Whiteman copyright 13 February 2024

The Firepit

Lyrics & Vocals by FRAWSTAKWA
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa-for-you

Produced by Cosmic Keanu

Logical Thought (FRAWSTAKWA & Cosmic Keanu)

If there was only one thing we could do? Electronic music with guitar and vocals. Art work : some of my photography

One Thing

Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Slide guitar, Guitars, Keys, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering

Lyrics: Till It's Gone

I was young and full of fire, 
never thought I'd ever tire
Didn’t know the time would fly
and leave me wondering why
Now that I’m old and all alone
you don’t know what you have till it’s gone 

I chased the dollar every day
didn’t take the time to play
With my kids, my wife, my kin
now I see where I’ve been
They’re all grown and far away
you don’t know what you have till it’s gone

I’ve lived life through highs and lows
Seen love and loss in equal rows
Don’t let regret become your song
Hold tight to joy before it’s done
But now I know what matters most 
You don’t know what you have till it’s gone

So hear me now while you’re young
don’t let your life be unsung
Cherish every moment bright
hold your loved ones really tight
For one day you’ll look back and see
you don’t know what you have till it’s gone, Yeah


Till it's Gone

Lyrics:
I'm the dark prince
On leave from the castle
The wine was over served
Feasting on the metaphors
Operas left unheard
Jewel encrusted areoles
Glass bottom gondolas
The saccharine muses
Behind the literary personas
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

Your God's most marvelous creation
In between the inhalations
I'm stuck here in this tourist trap
On the Astral Plane
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing left to blame
Synesthesia feelings
Have a similar refrain
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

My European suits
I'm a gentleman of leisure
The sounds from the unknown
Message and receiver
The trumpets blast in the city distance
I'm among the bourgeois class
Napoleonic pursuits
Kept under wraps

You were lost in my dream
I had your hand
I lost you in the waves
You were lost to the sea
I look for you everywhere I go
In the rental cars
The midnight bars
In every future embrace

Will you share this fever dream, my love?

Fever Dream

Dear Friends, this is a fairytale about my wonderful little Grandson.
Ok. I am not telling the exact truth. He is just 1 1/2 years old! He is constantly talking, but noone can understand what he says!!

Lyrics in English

A Visit to The Stream

Yesterday when we were walking with our little Grand son
we walked to the little stream that is near his home
it’s a reminder of how we must behave
it’s all the beauty that we saw when the steaming water had catched our souls

We discussed a lot of things that is important these days
the boy is nearly two years old but he is so bright
and he could listen to all problems the world has
and he could give me a suggestion how to solve all the problems in the world

We discussed the administration of Trump’s U S A
it seems to be a mess and the world doesn’t know
what new descitions this man has found out
and how to turn the boss in Russia to a warm and kind gentleman

It was amazing to see when the boy walked behind
his Grandmother like a duckling over logs and stones
and every time when he fell to the ground
he just laughed and he shouted with joy over this little mishap


Kära vänner, detta är en saga om mitt underbara lilla barnbarn 
Texter på Svenska

Ett besök vid bäcken

Igår när jag promenerade med min lilla barnbarn
gick vi till den lilla bäcken som är nära hans hem
det är en påminnelse om hur vi måste bete oss
det är allt det vackra vi såg när det strömmande vattnet hade fångat våra själar

Vi diskuterade många saker som är viktiga nuförtiden
pojken är nästan två år gammal men han är så klok
och han kunde lyssna på alla problem som världen har
och han kunde ge mig ett förslag på hur man löser alla problem i världen

Vi diskuterade administrationen i Trumps U S A
det verkar vara en enda röra och världen vet inte
vilka nya beslut den här mannen har hittat på
och hur man gör chefen i Ryssland till en varm och snäll gentleman

Det var fantastiskt att se när pojken gick bakom
hans mormor som en ankunge över stock och sten
och varje gång när han föll till marken 
skrattade han bara och han skrek av glädje över detta lilla missöde

A Visit to The Stream (Lyrics in description) - 2025-04-13 12.50

one of my fave songs to sing ever. here is another take on the cover 10 years later. did the main vocal in one take. 

fyi my new song "27" is out 8.18

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Wicked Game (Cover)

I am a frozen statue, watching seasons come and go, feeling changes, doing nothing, forever...
Last movement of the rock symphony, where I pay tribute to, and play, my mom's spanish guitar.
Main theme (bass E1-A1...E1-A1-E2...), appears all along the album, and also main themes of other 3 movements sound here as refrains (Vienen y van / Hora tras hora) which are thus sung over 4 different musics ;) E-Ruizzo project is finished, what's to come?... below translated lyrics.

SE NOTA (PRIMAVERA EN EL POLO)  /  ONE CAN FEEL IT (SPRING AT THE POLE)

Se nota… después de seis meses  /  One can feel it… after six months
el sol amanece y se nota…  /  the sun dawns and one can feel it …

En el despertar del zorro ártico,  /  In the awakening of the arctic fox,
en el fluir de los glaciares se nota.  /  in the flow of the glaciers one can feel it.
En el nacimiento de icebergs,  /  At the birth of icebergs,
en los acantilados poblados de aves.  /  on the cliffs populated by birds.

Vienen y van, no me hacen caso,  /  They come and go, they don’t listen to me,
soy sitio de paso.  /  I’m a transit point.
Hora tras hora, los meses pasan,  /  Hour after hour, months pass through,
un sitio de paso soy.  /  I’m a transit point.

Se nota… como cada mañana,  /  One can feel it… as every morning,
que la primavera ha llegado al Polo.  /  that spring has come to the Pole.

Se nota…  /  One can feel it…

En la migración del narval,  /  In the migration of narwhal,
en el aliento del viento,  /  in the breath of the wind,
en las nubes que huyen de él, se nota.  /  in the clouds that run away from it, one can feel it.

En el canto de las sirenas,  /  In the singing of mermaids,
en las inflorescencias de hielo,  /  in the inflorescences of ice,
en el paso del noroeste se nota.  /  in the Northwest Passage one can feel it.

Vienen y van, no me hacen caso,  /  They come and go, they don’t listen to me,
soy para todos un sitio de paso,  /  I am a transit point for all of them,
(soy) una estatua de hielo (soy),  /  (I am) an ice statue (I am),
(soy) una estatua de hielo (soy).  /  (I am) an ice statue (I am).

Vienen y van…  /  They come and go…

¡¡¡ La frecuencia diaria del proceso estacional  /  The daily frequency of the seasonal process
me permite hacer estudios estadísticos !!!  /  allows me to do statistical studies !!!
Ja ja ja ja ja ja jaaaa !!!  /  Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa !!!

Vienen y van…  /  They come and go…

Hora tras hora, los meses pasan,  /  Hour after hour, months pass through, 
nuevos migrantes, nunca se cansan,  /  new migrants, they never get tired,
(soy) una estatua de hielo (soy).  /  (I am) an ice statue (I am).
(soy) una estatua de hielo (soy).  /  (I am) an ice statue (I am).

Hora tras hora…  /  Hour after hour…

Se nota…  /  One can feel it…

ER37 PA04 RUIZZO ©1996 ®2020

Now all 44 songs I wrote with mom's guitar in my university years have been arranged and posted, 
after 8 years of E-Ruizzo project, which I'm about to finish. I plan to stay here, commenting as 
usual, and post future and still not scheduled songs from another profile. That's all, no alarm!

Maybe you played this version before? https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/se-nota-piano-version

Se nota (Primavera en el Polo)

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

I’m a singer/songwriter from Guildford, Surrey, England. I started writing songs when I was 12 on a piano but really got into it when I started playing the guitar at 13/14. As with so many of us, career and family became the priority and I stopped writing over a 30 year period. Now I’ve retired, I’ve finally got time to write and record again and I love it! 
I play everything on the songs and record on my MacBook on GarageBand. Still learning! 
I hope you enjoy the songs and thank you in advance for any comments and feedback. 
James

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