Name: LAST KISS (COVER/REMAKE) by Jimmy GilChrist in Related tracks: Beyond Tomorrow
Duration: 3 min 4 s
Description: a remake I did last night of a classic song

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In a common work, we all consider together how our little paradise in the infinite space might be lost. Lost to humanity and all other life that exists here, but many species of which are already extinct. Can it really be our serious meaning, that we would rather wage war and continue to lay waste, the only place we have?

Paradise Lost.

Music & e-guitar by Ed C @https://soundcloud.com/westtracksmusic
Supplementary sounds and Clara by Dan-DT @https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3
Lyrics & vocals by Peter @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040
Acoustic guitar by David D @https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Mixing & production by Seagull @https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

    Oh dear God what have we done?
    We suck the frozen coldings from our sullen solitary moon,
    Amplify the brazen boilings of our searing prodigal sun.
    And sway in time to catastrophe's wooden tune:
    We're a human race, that's on the run.

    We had it all, those fabled milky promised lands,
    Bestowed as nature's gifted dowry fair.
    We lifted precious gold and girt of flowery nectar in our hands
    Did cast it freely to the dirt with ne'er a fleeting care,
    As naked, baked and frozen now we stand.

    Long forfeited of the right to resolutely lead and boldly fight
    Stripped of creed we kneel and plead forgiveness of the case.
    Craving of the honest light, we darked the day and spliced the night
    In which this spinning world that lies defiled, desolate, exploited and debased
    Decries of natural justice, just as biblical endings loom in sight.

    No reverse gear, no button for rewind.
    Planetary cycles flip to comical haywire.
    And chaos smiles upon the dross of humankind,
    Shuddering alternate from arctic frost to forest fire.
    Deftly rendered senseless, crippled, deaf and dumb and blind.
    The environmental trust we cast to dust, fair repayment, done in kind,
    No future generations will need our crushing legacy to them remind,
    The penitential moral cost
    Of the Paradise we owned and Lost.

Paradise Lost - Ed C, Dan-DT, Peter, David D & Seagull

THE SAILOR´S BRIDE.wav

Beyond Tomorrow

in recognition of mental health awareness week..............the blues parade has often passed my way.........peace & cheers for having a listen........



hear that rumble over the hill
shaking the glass from the window sills 
hide the money and lock the tills
here comes the blue parade

in the distance hear that noise
no need to be alarmed there boys
just keep it straight and hold your course
it's just the blue parade

it'll start real early, break of dawn
won't get much sleep from the night before
better nail down the shutters and deck the halls
here comes the blue parade

well my mind mightn't know what's goin on
but my ears are tuned to the pipers song
hands get sweaty yea it won't take long
here comes the blue parade

you might meet someone, head hung low
not much to say nowhere to go
together you can try and mend your souls
among the blue parade

you might be strangers when you start 
when the dust settles you'll never part
cos you made a pact with the bleeding hearts
now you're part of the blue parade

well my mind mightn't know what's goin on
but my ears are tuned to the pipers song
heart starts thumping yea it won't take long
here comes the blue parade

step in time march 4 to the floor
people be staring, don't matter no more
cos you sold the sink and the kitchen door
to join the blue parade

hear them blow their whistles. colors bright
seems to me to be a hell of a night
but if you look inside you'll get a fright
yea that's the blue parade

aint the time to think if what you're doing's right
just stay in line and keep your mouth shut tight
you're about to take the ride of your life
here comes the blue parade

well my mind mightn't know what's goin on
but my ears are tuned to that pipers song
god help me where did i go wrong
to end up in the blue parade
here comes the blue parade

The Blue Parade

Quartet #2 in A Major

A twist on the 'Appearance Medicine' phrase.

APPEARANCE MEDICINE

Tripping round some corridors
Nothing but neon lights
Floor polish and hidden voices
There you are before my eyes
It’s appearance medicine
Like a hormone injects in a vein
It’s appearance medicine
A face that lights a flame
S O B and tachy heart when lightning seeds a body start
That jumps a gate to permeate my actual need 
For you with me - today

This hospital’s a restaurant
Medicine is the menu
God’s own surgeon shaped the face
That walks me to the moon
It’s appearance medicine . . .

Ah-huh Ah Huh da da da da da da da da
It’s appearance medicine
It’s appearance medicine

Everyday it’s much the same
Going on that ward round
Floor polish and hidden voices
Soon my heart it’s on the pound





Appearance Medicine

a remake I did last night of a classic song

LAST KISS (COVER/REMAKE)

We are pleased to present track 7 from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

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Haunting One Seven

A Deity Looks After Me

Horse - w - no - Name

One of the more enriching aspects of a collab' project like this, is the exchange of ideas, drivers and perceptions about the topic at hand;  please note that those which follow are mine alone.

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio
Find David's beautiful guitar work here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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And so it rains… here, in the pile of moral and cultural rubble roughly where a place called England used to be.  Rain that is not acid, but acrid, coming, as it does, from the persistent shower of vile spittle emanating from the crooked mouths of the horde of liars, cheats, frauds and fornicators at Westminster.  Their policies as illegitimate as their credentials (and certain other aspects of their lives), these creatures shuffle about at the feet of their gay muslim billionaire benefactor / puppetmaster, shamelessly lapping up his tossed treats and trinkets in return for unfettered access to the heart of an executive whose mission is as fraudulent as its mandate: the eradication of the indigenous population, its culture and its history.  Their tools of the trade familiar to any rapacious despot of a failed state: fabricated manifestos; indoctrination to brainwash; history rewritten; injunctions to stem free speech; cancelled elections;  suppression of mainstream media through litigative threat;  transformation of the national broadcaster to the faithful puppy propaganda mouthpiece of the party machine; and hands-on directive control of judiciary and police functions to impose a vindictive and vicious two tier justice system within which peaceful protestors are handed brutal custodial sentences leading to a (no doubt welcome) uptick in prison suicides, as others, of a different ethnic background, violently assault a female police officer or stand on podiums with megaphones, exhorting the crowds before them to slash throats, and then walk free with police protection whilst the precious human rights of convicted terrorists are nurtured even as the mouths of their victims’ loved ones are sealed with gagging orders.  Oh, and should you wish, in this crumbling Year Zero aspirational autocracy, to publicly reject the learned principles underpinning any particular religious faith, then the aforementioned politically directed police will happily offer you a light for any holy text you wish to burn in order to make your point.  With one exception.  And it isn’t the bible....

And so it rains….
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Photo by Norbert Tóth on Unsplash

Rain ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Keith needed to get some stuff out and needed to wail away on his guitar, singing his heart out. I rode his coattails through the concrete. 

King of the Concrete Jungle
Lyrics:

King of the concrete jungle
As far as he could see
Across the road and down the street
As far as the distant tree


Paved with puddles and historical dirt
A field of broken tiles
The Lord of darkened corners
Can see for miles and miles
 

(CHORUS)
NOW ALL AROUND IS CONCRETE
AND GREYNESS WINS THE GREEN
THE KING OF THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
WEEPS FOR YOU AND ME…YOU…AND ME


 Singing from his lamppost
A branch without a tree
The sweetest notes you would ever hear
But no honey for this bee

 
Mouth open to the heavens
Warm sunshine from deep within
Blue skies he used to soar in
Clear waves he used to swim

 (CHORUS)

(INST BREAK)

(CHORUS)

note from Keith:
"This was inspired by a lone blackbird, singing his heart out from the top of a lamppost. (The branch without a tree)  I remember that behind 'his' lamppost there used to stand a beautiful Maple tree...long chopped down to make way for more car-parking space. There's not a single tree left standing down our road now...not one"

Note 2:Terry likes the social/political application to life in the 21st c. , always ready to see a moral to all of Keith's tales. ;)
 
Wigmore: synths, percussion, production
Allen: guitars, bass, lyrics, vocals

King of the Concrete Jungle

Surfers like Us ….. composition and all guitar parts

Artwork provided by Remnant60

Hi Everyone!
This is a brand new song which expresses my nostalgia and longing for the sea.
Hope you enjoy the vibe! 😎🏄🏼‍♂️
Thanks for listening and any support. 
Artur

Sea Waves

Gammal, avverkad och ointressant. 579 ( 1983 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

Lyrics:
She was wrong for me
I knew it from the start
I'm not very smart
I left a spare key under the mat
To my broken heart

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

My boss had an epiphany
When I was working at the mortuary
He said: Dig them holes faster!
"This business has no room for uncertainty!"

That may be
Oh, can't you see?
When I'm working for you
I just don't feel like I'm being me
When I'm working for you I ain't following my muse
And there she goes...
(There she goes!!!!)

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
Hey friends, won't you help me spread the news?

I get all my blues for free
Don't you know I'm so low I can't see?
A lousy day...
A lousy pay...
I'm a lousy lay...
I think I'm everything
That everybody say

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

One Step Ahead Of The Blues

Loosely based on the traditional song.  120 bpm. (Painting: Manuel M. Remartinez)

Loch Lomond (Interpretation)

American Girl (cover)

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FIRST THING I WANT TO SAY IS THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY MUSIC, IT MEANS SO SO SO MUCH TO ME. IM A SINGER SONGWRITER AND I PLAY GUITAR PIANO AND DRUMS MANY OTHER INSTRUMENTS. I AM IN LOVE WITH  MUSIC. I LOVE ALLL STYLES. I HAVE ALWAYS PUT OUT RAP SONGS. BUT NOW I AM REINVENTING MY STYLE AN GETTIN BACK TO MY ROOTS. WHICH WILL B ROCK AND ROLL AN THE BLUES. I LOVE MUSIC AN I KNOW YOU DO TOO IF U R EVEN ON SOUNDCLOUD, I AM OPEN TO COLLABS AN I ALSO LIKE TO WRITE FOR OTHERS. IF U WANNA TALK OR CHAT ALIL BIT JUST HIT THE INBOXXX I WILL RESPOND. FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW. AND ENJOY. THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY MUSIC. I HAVE SPENT MANY HOURS WORKING ON MUSIC. FOR YOUR 5 MINUTES OF ENJOYMENT, I LOVE TO PERFORM. ALSO IF U WOULD LIKE ME TO DO A COVER OF A SONG I WILL DO IT. HIT UP THE INBOX. AND LETS B FRIENDS!!!!!!!

LAST KISS (COVER/REMAKE)

Jimmy GilChrist

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