nice cover, hooked me right from the get go.

Instrumental version.  Interesting! Well done too... quite a complicated arrangement.

OMG! Hi Jon! LOVE THIS! This is so sweet on the ears! Priceless sound mixing! Thanks for bringing beautiful innocence back to the sound field! 💋💋💋💖💘💎😍

What a fun and satisfying play on a bit of nostalgia. As always you do it with great thoughtfulness and result Jon.

Good Burt Bacharach (requiescat in pace) cover Jon!

Words and Music by Roger Whittlesey. All sounds made by Roger Whittlesey except:
Guitar by John Mason.
Some background vocals by Christy Bluhm.
Click here to watch the music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_8XsJy9lJg

Sunshine

Ive been working on this song for some time now. I was hoping to have it come out before thanksgiving. Its a little bit about the future and a little bit about the past.

Lyrics:


Someone told me long ago about a land so far away
 For fortune and for freedom we left out homes for better days.
No one thought that life would come to this though we counted out the cost
Now the simplest necessity is the thing that I miss most

What was lost, what was lost, I often think about the world we lost. What was lost what was lost, I often think about the world we lost

Bitter nights and winter days weigh heavy on my mind
Last time the ice had melted there weren’t many of us alive
Though a simple life and privation has always been my way
When the days grow short and the weeds are tall you got to get on your knees and pray.

Dornland

The Colors Mix To Grey

Original music by FPMORINSTUDIO/François Pierre Morin 4 4 85 bpm

Theme For A Friend 2022 02 17

Always Something There To Remind Me

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2022
Gentle Rain Records
Featuring Adam Haynes on the Fiddle
https://www.fiverr.com/fiddlesnoop/professional-fiddle-mandolin-and-audio-service?context_referrer=logged_in_homepage&source=recently_and_inspired&ref_ctx_id=3f7b8ef89d572190bd296374ad59c329&context=recommendation&pckg_id=1&pos=5&context_alg=recently_viewed&imp_id=8b220836-3af3-4eff-b67f-c252a68dd055
Craig Durgy Vocals and Mandolin
Nat Daniels Vocals and Piano - Production 
Written by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
 
Our Profound thanks to Mr Adam Haynes, who is no stranger to the Grand Ole Opry Stage, for lending us your Exquisite talent on the fiddle!

Lyrics:

The Tripwire

Through the window, I can hear your voice
It calls to me in tones of Red..
On the outside… Perfect pearls and shades,
That hide so much I just never say.

But the silence is like a Tripwire, 
That explodes in thoughts of you!
And like a slow fire with golden embers
We remain unmoved…

Two hearts open, souls forever bound..
A happy place in you I found..
But the truth hurts..  in a different time,
I was yours and you were mine

But the Silence, is like a Tripwire
That ignites all thoughts of you!
And I remember every moment,
I had spent with you, and Hope remains unmoved

Tripwire

I Recently had the pleasure and the honor of working on a Furico Music Team-music works Album project. A Fantastic and wonderfully complex collection of 10 songs  simply called "Leaked Live FMT 1" and "Leaked Live FMT2". I am presenting this song With FMT and Windscale Blues Experiment's kind permission.  It is a first take out-take that i was quite Taken with, And quite a bit different than the final cut. Thanks for the listen and Please check this "Live" album out!😊🕉
Lyric..
I just had and idea about an idea about an idea that someone else had.
The Cats were meowing the Farmers were plowing
The Earth was spinning around and around.
There are a few moments that are truly sublime
but most of the time, that's just not the case.
one thing iI've learned in this life that's true.
One psychopath is better than two.

I thought it was dollar but it just turned out to be a dime
i thought that i had found true love but i got out just in time
I thought it was a favor but it turned out to be Crime,
I thought it was just a moment, but it took up all my time..
furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/leaked-l…fmt-2.html,@windscaleblues,

Bangriddim 594 (outtake From "Leaked LIVE FMT2"album)   Furico Music Team/Windscale Blues Experiment

I am the Butterfly
Lyrics: Maria Bourgeois
Guitar music: Bryan McDaniel

In my silk cocoon
I’m on the moon
beautifully bracing 
for the storm

Slow unseen 
destruction of things
these things that we 
cherish in our lives

CHORUS
I can’t wait to get outta here
I can’t wait to get outta here
I can’t wait to get outta here
I can’t wait to get outta here 

I’m like a moth 
attracted to a screen of light
I use the light 
To navigate in the night

Though I’m small
I’ve got wings to fly away
Can’t capture me in your glass
I live another day

CHORUS

Can’t keep me in the darkness
Or incandescent light
I’m always heading for
The lighter side of life

I can’t wait to get outta here
I can’t wait to get outta here

I am not a moth
I am the butterfly 

Live life on the wing
And sing and sing 

In my silk cocoon
I’m on the moon
Beautifully embracing
its silver light 

Light
Light 
Light

I Am The Butterfly

...and I Am He 

Would it be wrong to not do things I’m supposed to do?
Would it be wrong to not choose what I’m supposed to choose?
To make a bad decision most deliberately?
To make a bad decision with a little slice of pleasure
With a little spark of glee, give my heart up to the devil
Temporarily?

Or permanently?
Or permanently?
Not what I’m supposed to be
But the permanent me

Would it be wrong to tell the truth knowing you’d prefer a lie?
Would it be wrong to choose to share the secrets we agreed to censor
With a smile and a snicker and a little slice of pleasure
Like the little bump of speed from a quickie in a closet
An adrenaline adventure a betrayal I can savor
temporarily

Or permanently?
Permanenty
Not what I’m supposed to be
But the Permanent me

Right as the river
I’m floating so gently on
Which side of things
Will the croupier land me on
I’m obligated
The dice man has cometh
And I am he, and I am he
The dice man has cometh
And I am he, and I am he
The dice man has cometh
And I am he, and I am he

Permanently
Permanently
Permanently

Janine Levinson @janinelevinson : lyrics & vocals 
Mahan Mahan @mahan-mahan : instrumental track 
Lenny Bruce appears courtesy of himself and to add legitimacy to the otherwise obscure and mildly controversial "poly-bipolar women and masochistic men who.love them" phenomenon.

...and I Am He ~ Janine Levinson | Mahan²

The Askesis of Diogenes.
Yeah, we're literally writing songs about ancient Greek philosophers now.

https://iep.utm.edu/diogenes-of-sinope/

Drums, percussion, mixing: R Thomas
Guitars, Melodica, Bass, Vocal, MIDI, mixing: PS Perkins

The Poem: https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-cynic/

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LYRICS
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Adrift In a world that you can't comprehend
As you shuffle down sidewalks you used to defend
And pick through the garbage from parties you no longer attend

You know you're a stranger in still stranger lands
Where the crumbling monuments once used to stand
And they look at you funny when you ask them where to find an honest man

When you're gone, long, long gone

When they try to dismiss you, you piss on their shoes
As they fondle their falsehoods and call them the truth
If only the hunger in our bellies were so easily soothed

But you are not like them and you don't even try
No matter how rotten, you can't make them cry
You're as real as their shadows but they'll never understand why

Until you're gone, long, long gone

So you eat in the market and sleep in a hole
You drink from your hands now instead of a bowl
Stand naked before them to show how the years take their toll

And when the wild dogs come to nip at your legs
And the passing onlookers who expect you to beg
But your life was a promise and it's far too late now to renege

And then you're gone, long, long gone

The Cynic

ONDE MIGRANTI (Compositore Autore Flavio Pozzaglio)

Se poi si parte una ragione c’è su queste piste di sale,
Serpente scivoli e lasci dietro te impronte di un lento viaggiare
Solo le nuvole porto con me, verso un temporale
L’angoscia resta dentro e non va via, va ben oltre la strada
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo morte
Lo sguardo spento che, cerca del pane ma non c’è
I trafficanti non hanno pietà, ma un solo dio il denaro
Un altro giorno chissà se verrà col il sole domani
Saranno onde fatte di speranze e di sogni sospesi
Saranno mani vuote in cerca di calore che implorano il cielo
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda avanti e non vede niente
Lo sguardo spento che, nel mio futuro cosa c’è

Bambini giocano con le stelle e fanno grandi sorrisi
Donne nascondono i loro volti dietro abiti neri
Ma se è vero che esiste un dio per tutti gli uomini
Se è vero che ci mette alla prova non lo voglio pregare
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo morte
Lo sguardo spento che, cerca del pane ma non c’è
I trafficanti non hanno pietà, ma un solo dio il denaro
Un altro giorno chissà se verrà col il sole domani
Saranno onde fatte di speranze e di sogni sospesi
Saranno mani vuote in cerca di calore che implorano il cielo
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo ...

ONDE MIGRANTI (MIGRANT WAVES)(Compositore Autore Flavio Pozzaglio)

If you start a reason
there is on these salt slopes,
Snake slides and leave footprints of slow travel behind you
Only the clouds I carry with me, towards a storm
The anguish remains inside and does not go away, it goes far beyond the road
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only death
The dull gaze that looks for bread but is not there
Traffickers have no mercy, but only one god of money
Who knows if another day will come with the sun tomorrow
They will be waves made of hopes and suspended dreams
They will be empty hands in search of heat that implore the sky
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look ahead and see nothing
The dull gaze that is in my future

Children play with the stars and make big smiles
Women hide their faces behind black clothes
But if it is true that there is a god for all men
If it is true that it tests us, I don't want to pray
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only death
The dull gaze that looks for bread but is not there
Traffickers have no mercy, but only one god of money
Who knows if another day will come with the sun tomorrow
They will be waves made of hopes and suspended dreams
They will be empty hands in search of heat that implore the sky
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only ..

ONDE MIGRANTI

I'm a conceptual musical artist but the concepts are vague and I'm not willing to explain them.

Always Something There To Remind Me

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