Name: down and round by John Palmer in GHOSTS ARE SOULS DANCING AROUND
Duration: 4 min 16 s
Description: original song, electronic based with vocals

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Danceable track with you epic signature !!

I love that your older songs are doing the rounds, John - this is amazing!! ♥♥

lots of synthy gorgeousness here john , and your minimalistic vocal keeps the pop star vibe going

when I hear this music,  it makes me want to go back in time.... around the 80s, 90s.   for some experiences in my life I do not wish that, but for the music, I will go back in time. The sounds, the melodies, the voices,   it really give me the shivers.  That is what I like about your music, the tinglings that it can give you by hearing it.

GHOSTS ARE SOULS DANCING AROUND

Excited to go see Dead and Co. play this weekend. This song has some of the most beautiful lyrics. It's about the American Beatnik (Merry Prankster) Neil Cassidy. He served as the model for the character Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac's  1957 version of "On the Road" 
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Lyrics:
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream
Ah child of countless trees
Ah child of boundless seas
What you are, and what you're meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me
Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back
Come wash the nighttime clean
Come grow the scorched ground green
Blow the horn, and tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me
Cassidy
Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes and now here she starts
Hear her cry
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wield to the storm and fly
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
I'm done with mine
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wield to the storm and fly
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Robert Weir / John Barlow

1981

Cassidy (Barlow and Weir)

One Perfect Rose

This is a song I threw together on the bass and keys, and my friend Tez put down the guitar. I really like the result. He's a very talented musician, who knows how to add dynamic energy to any song. Originally, I conceived this as a funk tune, but it got less funky and more straightforward as I worked it. Hope you enjoy our efforts. 

Take it Out (with Llanpsych)

MARS 21922

Feline Zorro and his trusty companion, Shadow Chaser, wish to relate another story. This one, is Safety Dance, by the super-group Men Without Hats. I have lost my hat in the heat of battle before, so I can relate. Please enjoy!

As far as the 'everyone look at your hands line', that is a good one. I use that one, along with, 'hey, your boots are untied', or 'hey, what is that on your shirt'? Then, that is when I strike!

Safety Dance -- Feat. Zorro! (Men Without Hats Cover)

"The Roadside Ghost" by PS Perkins and R Thomas
Guitars, bass, vocals, synths: PS Perkins
Drums, percussion: R Thomas

Featuring Wendy DuMond aka "Bog Witch" aka @mamby-p on phantom background vocals

LYRICS:
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Out on the street, people you'll never meet
Struggling just to survive
You wouldn't want to be them, pretend you don't see them,
Just roll up your windows and drive

But the ghosts are not dead, and they're not in your head
They're just waiting right there to be seen
There's no way of knowing and the rowers keep rowing
Going somewhere that you've never been

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

The days turn to ash with no cars whizzing past
Where only the strangers belong
The desert is wide, and then once you're inside
You are hypnotized by its song

With a guitar to strum, the ghost sticks out its thumb
But it no longer hopes for a ride
Just shuffles along to the beat of the song
To lie down by the river side, dreaming....

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

With silence to ponder it's hard not to wander 
Your mind becomes vacant and free
No matter the cost, all who wander are lost
Swallowed up by the sagebrush sea

Your forever host is the roadside ghost
And it's broadcasting now on the breeze
You'll see there's no choice, there is only the voice:
"Follow me, follow me, follow me....."

Singing
Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

The Roadside Ghost

you were a soul, never meant for this life.
this world is hard, full of trouble and strife.
you were so sensitive, you took it all to heart.
nobody saw, you were breaking apart.

people like you, don't speak out........people like you, full of doubt.

i saw your sadness, is it the same as mine?
another day, wont it turn out fine?
i saw your face,, i never saw the signs.
i didn't know, it was the end of the line.

people like you, don't make a sound......people like you, quietly drown.

such helpul words, are very hard to find.
i wasn't close to you, i didn't know your mind.
i feel so sad, full of sorrow.
now that i know, there's no tomorrow.

people like you, sensitive soul........people like you, leave a hole.

now that you're gone.......and we know your fate.
many tears at your funeral, but now it's all too late.
we must learn from this, nobody is the same.
we can't carry on like this, we should be full of shame.

people like you, dont make a sound........people like you, quietly drown.
people like you, sensitive soul........people like you, whose life we stole.

Sensitive soul.

Futuristic Skyline

Futuristic Skyline (Lansing)

The empty hours of a lonely day

puzzles

"蜘蛛の脚 (The spider's haste and stealthy steps)"

art work: Juanita Mulder via Pixabay

蜘蛛の母待つ部屋へ行く
手に撥を持ち　太鼓を叩き

I go to the room where the mother of spiders is waiting for me, as I hold a stick in my hand and beating a drum.

蜘蛛の脚 (The spider's haste and stealthy steps)

3 hour flip. track selected by https://soundcloud.com/meorkat
Original track - https://youtu.be/Cf6KO6THkfg
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming

Loop Diggers Sunday Roulette Challenge 118 KAT'S KRATES VOL. 3 - S I G H _ N E A R

Freak Me Flawless

original song, electronic based with vocals

down and round

Track shows a very delicate theme and a quite hard-riffed part, both alternating and finally flowing up to an endless symphonic dream (words are half a poem I wrote previously (not these, but lyrics below)).

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

No despiertes (Sólo un sueño)  /  Don’t you wake up (Only a dream)

No... despierta... no... no despiertes  /  No ... wake up ... no ... don’t you wake up
no, cuidado... no despiertes, na na na na na...  /  no, take care ... don’t you wake up, na na na na na…
... despierta al fin y date cuenta  /  ... wake up at last and realize
de que todo ha sido un sueño, na na na na na...  /  everything has been a dream, na na na na na...

Una vez más, nervios y resentimiento,  /  Once again, nerves and resentment,
todo en mi vida es sueño, sólo ha sido eso.  /  everything in my life is a dream, it has only been so.

Y de nuevo, con el tiempo,  /  And again, with time,
incubando un nuevo sueño,  /  incubating a new dream,
me voy hundiendo en mis propios brazos,  /  I am sinking in my own arms,
me acuno, me canto y me voy acostumbrando...  /  cradle myself, sing to myself and get used...

Otro escenario, otros personajes,  /  Another stage, other characters,
la misma historia, na na na na na...  /  the same story, na na na na na...
que durará un día, un milenio,  /  which will last one day, a millenium,
toda mi vida, na na na na na...  /  all my life, na na na na na...

Pero sin duda vendrán a despertarme  /  But undoubtedly the laughs of people
las risas de la gente, alguna tarde.  /  will come to wake me up, any evening.

Y entonces, con miedo...  /  And then, fearfully...

No... despierta… no… no despiertes (…)  /  No ... wake up ... no ... don’t you wake up (…)

No despiertes (Sólo un sueño)

https://johnpalmer1.bandcamp.com/track/i-could-be-anyone
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/john-palmer/81680846
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5O3DVQrinTJHbNYJCFLlyE?si=plG2rBUGS5W-6cmXR3FErw

I have been experimenting with sounds since I was really young , when I was about 6 or 7 years old, after lots of pleading, from me, I managed to get my hands on a very old reel to reel tape machine, that everyone thought I was too young to have, and I discovered and loved recording. 
I played guitar and wrote songs in a indie punky band ,toured, made albums and worked in Studios. Now I work from my home studio using synths, groove boxes, guitars and vocals to produce mainly ambient electronic music. I also produce images through photography and  make ceramic sculpture.

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down and round

John Palmer

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