You are a great songwriter Jim theres plenty of thought going into your lyrics and i love the sound you create. This is real and you promote yourself really well . Good stuff

Great recording, and passionate performance.

thanks to atom collectors as missed this one before as my sc account shed load of follows a while back. message is strong. lyrical content and style of delivery is excellent. the world should be a better place for all

I find a little Peter Gabriel here! Great

Old skool Manser excellence... what a gem - sparklin' vocals & indie sounds Jim!!!! :)

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

This song is a bit campy. The core of this thing is pure Isley Brothers' formula from the 70s -- they had these no nonsense, hard slamming funk songs that just went on forever (and you want them to). And there's also a healthy dose of 80s/90s slinky funk guilty pleasures like Grace Jones, Sade, & Seal.

is it finally living this feeling inside
I waited for hours with a slow burning fire
now is not the time to evade in the face of desire

but that's how it goes when you hold the control does it feel right
you're letting it go and I know that you know are you satisfied

the rules of the game are so easily changed
let's be honest about it lonely hearts will stray
I am still willing but your love is failing me every night

oh but that's how it goes when you're running the show  how you feel it
you're letting it go and I know that you know I can't steal it

out in the city new hearts align   
but tonight I am only alive for yours and mine

Control

This is my doom inspired track or Mick Gordon track as some would say

The Ninth Circle

Fascinating day

at the disco
goin’ all the way
with a speedball
on an empty day

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder if i stopped now

crooked halo
all you’ve got today
your dependents
better back away

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder who i’d be now

in the moonlight
goin’ all the way
to the river
gonna watch for day

i wonder if i stop my crying’
i wonder what i’d see now

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Thanks to Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for encouragement and the fine tooth comb.

Pity Party

Inspired by my 2 beautiful grandchildren this song is a great Band song. 1st song of the night just stand there on the stage and ask the crowd . Who wants to Dance and who wants to Rock n Roll, Then build it up. I hope it works for the Virtual Audience as well. Hope you enjoy. 

Written and performed with real instruments by: Johnny Mc Farlane

Who wants to Dance & who want to Rock & Roll

Marc M : paroles et musique
Marc M : voix, guitares, programmation

La fête foraine avec toi

For the first time in a long while, @scilentsymphony joined me and @enigmacurry on a collaboration. The three of us have been making music together, on and off, for 5 years now mainly through the @extemporaneous-collab project. It was tons of fun to get the band back together for this creative excursion!

Wanderluge

Inspired by how small birds endure the harshest winter

A Robin Waiting For April

Moonlight

Lift Me Up

Houman - Fuga (Running Away) Ft. Ana Axe

©2016 CHRIS PENDERGRAFT
ALL LYRICS, MUSIC, PERFORMANCE AND ARTWORK
BY CHRIS PENDERGRAFT, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 

Some days
We moving backwards
We  past this place 
just yesterday
Some days
The storm 
is hatred
We walk away
from  peace
To save our pain

There is but one love
There is but one world
There is but one tribe
We must find our 
way back home


Build a wall
Half a mile high
Big enough to
block out the sky
You’ve got yours 
and I’ve got mine
Stay on your side
For This is mine
side

In it 
to win it
the payline
He’ll play it
he pushes 
his chips in
and raises
the steaks as
All of the others
feel quite dizzy
as   look for a tell
it seems that
he bluffing


What noone kmows
Is Such a  same
He lied his way
Into the game
iif he wins
he walks away
anyuthing 
to make his 
play 
anyuthing 
to make his 
play

Some Days May Move Backwards

Torchfireheart - Some Days May Move Backwards

Black Strings and Puppet Parts

If only people said the things they really mean,then maybe the world 
would be a better place...
Theres never been a better time to put this track out
Why cant we have more truth and love in our lives?
If theres a lot of lonely people in the world then maybe im one of them and whatever rises shall eventually fall
I vote for love ...peace and friendship...right on

Darkness can not drive out darkness only light can do that
Hate can not drive out hate..only love can do that
[martin luther king]

you gotta get it while you can
[janis joplin]

jim nov 2016

From the inside out

From the album Alien on bandcamp
https://rosesareblue.bandcamp.com/album/alien-album

Video is here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_SqV6_ZFcI

No one gets me like you do
Does anyone get you like I do
Over and over and over
Don't you know I want you

This love
This love
Is taking over, taking over
Taking over me
This love
This love
Is taking over, taking over
Taking over me

No one hurts me like you do 
I guess I do, you
I hate you, I love you
I hate you, I love you
You know I do

This love
This love
Is taking over, taking over
Taking over me
This love
This love
Is taking over, taking over
Taking over me
This love
This love

No one makes me smile like you
No one makes me laugh like you do
You make
You break me
All over again

This love
This love
Is taking over, taking over
Taking over me
This love
This love
Is taking over, taking over
Taking over me
This love
This love

This Love | RosesAreBlue

Music producer and filmmaker 
Making and producing original music I hope you enjoy these songs that I make  
Music is creative freedom and artistic expression

From the inside out

Jim Manser

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