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10/10 this is all original stuff cheeers ....gr8 work

spooky time of year again ,super melody and words Jessica

Thank you for listening!
A new collaboration with the very talented singer Ren Faye.
Check out the great work of Ren: @soundcloud.com/renfaye-1
Lyrics, vocals and cover art: Ren Faye

Lyrics:
You were the gasoline....to my kerosene,
When you lit the rope,
I was going for broke...

Maybe I should learn from my mistakes,
It feels almost like it's too late,
To slam on the brakes,
To slam on the brakes...

Now I look around,
and I swear that I can hear,
Fragments of my heart,
Just beating on the ground,
I'm at our traffic light,
But I won't wait all night,
My car radio you never fixed,
Is telling me, it's calling time...

You're just not right for me anymore...
I've always been a tarmac survivor,
But tonight it seems,
I'm a getaway driver...

When you were with your friends,
It's like I didn't exist,
I watched as you and me,
Fell into abyss,
I never liked the way,
You left me for dust,
Then you were just back,
Saying that you missed us...
Being us...

And now I look around,
And I swear that I can hear,
Fragments of my heart,
Still beating on the ground,
I'm at our traffic light,
But you know I won't wait all night,
My car radio you never fixed,
Is telling me it's calling time,
I'm calling time on us...

I've always been a tarmac survivor...
But tonight it seems I'm a getaway driver...

Getaway Driver(Feat. Ren Faye)

I'm Casting Spells

"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

The backing is a layered series of experiments in creating textures, primarily using the Noire piano. Helen then improvised a vocal performance we might describe as a dreamlike stream of ideas and motifs. After some initial hesitancy wondering what it was we were creating, we decided we rather liked the end result and thought we'd share it to the cloud.

Sparrow

After hearing Sarah here on Soundcloud, I knew right away that I wanted to write for her and work with her. Luckily for me, she agreed and so ‘Exit’ was born. With Sarah’s beautiful voice and poignant lyrics, as well as Alba’s incredible guitar, this has been a very special track to put together. I haven’t released anything in almost ten months…and it feels wonderful to be back.
You can hear Sarah at https://soundcloud.com/voiceofgolding
And Alba at https://soundcloud.com/user-775580590

Play on Spotify

Exit (feat Sarah Golding & Alba)

Written after escaping a bad relationship. For me, the most damaging thing about traumatic experiences are the believes formed about ourselves and the world as a result. These voices of trauma continue tormenting us long after the events have passed. The words “just let it go” sound so obvious, but finding the courage and path to let go can seem insurmountable. This song is for all broken spirits to help connect and give space to their inner voices and in doing so find some moments of peace.

Voices

My humble contribution to the popular musical magna opera that may be understood as 'Lost in space.'

Far From Home

Project 1995

Victor Villamor....Whistle and Zanfona
Javier Piñeira......Guitarras and Composition

The Dance Of The Fairies

Original Mix/lyrics & vocal: KOE / *English description below*
Une rencontre, une amitié... Barbara, une femme pétillante, pleine d'humour et de vitalité qui me redonne de l'espoir, de l'énergie et le sourire chaque fois que je la vois.
Le produit vitre sur l'image est une façon de dire qu'elle efface les pensées négatives par sa bonne humeur. Le flamant rose? Elle seule peut comprendre...😄
A meeting, a friendship... Barbara, a sparkling woman, full of humor and vitality who gives me hope, energy and smile every time i see her.
The glass product in the picture is a way of saying that she erases negative thoughts with her good humor. The flamingo? Only she can understand...😄

"Barbara" ©
when i'm with you
I don't care about anything
when i'm with you
when you are there
everything is clearer
we laugh at everything
when you call me
oui, c'est la vie
qui me sourit
c'est le soleil
a clearing
the world can collapse around me
when i'm with you...

*Published under license Creative commons license(CC BY-NC-ND)
creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/
& protected copyright © France*
Bandcamp: kidofearth.bandcamp.com/music

like a martian *based freestyle* snippet

I’m happy to post this song with help from my first SC friend https://soundcloud.com/espere-verde, who encouraged me on to improve my music making from a very start. Good musician & draughtsman (he did this artwork too), his vocal performance here gave the mood I couldn’t to the song.

Technical highlights:
>Most vocals: Espere Verde
>Music & almost no vocals: Ruizzoidman
>Odd patterns hidden along three levels in this track: amalgamated psycho-hard coating, usual 7/2 in punk/ska intermediate parts, and finally the sweater core is structured in groups of five measures.

Lyrics: strangely, I wrote about these stressing things when I was 21 and supposedly happy; I'd say similarly today I'm twice as old...

SIN MUJERES NI TABACO, SIN PRISAS  /  WITHOUT WOMEN OR TOBACCO, WITHOUT HURRIES
  
Todo lo que odio me ayuda a vivir,  /  Everything I hate helps me to live,
lo que me pone enfermo me empuja a seguir.  /  what gets me ill pushes me on.
Todo aquello que quiero dejar de sentir  /  Everything I want to stop feeling
es lo que da sentido a mi vivir.  /  is what gives sense to my life.
  
No puedo vivir sin mujeres,  /  I cannot live without women,
ni tabaco, sin prisas,  /  or tobacco, without hurries,
no puedo vivir.  /  I cannot live.
  
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me mata por dentro.  /  kills me from inside.
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me saca los nervios.  /  gets me on my nerves.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me empuja a seguir.  /  pushes me to continue.
  
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me hace sufrir.  /  makes me suffer.
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.

ER29HC8 ©1995 ®2015

Sin mujeres ni tabaco, sin prisas (Most vocals by Espere Verde)

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