nice Jon, suddenly I have a craving for moonshine and cousins

Great atmosphere in this four minute movie.

Really paints a picture.... love the chord changes and  vocals

love Ian's lyrics, your music works perfect with the lyrics, really setting a mood, great new song Jon!!!

Fabolous songwriting by Ian!! Fabolous performing by Jon!!

First in the ‘elements’ series
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Fire

Here's The First Of Many Coming At You in 2023 From
 The A1 Project




Nobody trusts anyone anymore

Crunt  A1 Project

Delighted to present my latest collaboration with The Phaige, one half of Soundcloud stalwarts One and Other, alongside Jaime J Ross. This is a trippy, exotic backcloth with a cold North wind blowing through. 
Gary once again amazed with his creativity and his multi-layered production. He has such a keen ear for detail and brushstrokes to enhance and improve. What grabbed me from the outset was the slinky, fluid bass playing, but there are many levels across the frequencies to hook you in. Always a fun process to work with him.

All instruments , artwork and production: ThePhaige
Vocals and lyrics: Nick

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Come with me with tales of magic, mountain spirits, hail and snow from your motherland.
Tell me secrets never told of winters bleak and hardship in the biting winter cold - aah

Take me to hidden places where food and love and family keep you warm
I’ll ride with you on Northern winds through deepest valleys and the blackest storms

I’ll sing with you while we are drunk with laughter in our eyes
I’ll listen to your strange new words of love from the North

Fly me faster through the stars to universes only we will ever know
Keep me close and make sweet memories for now and evermore

From North - The Phaige with Nicholas Ridiculous (lyrics in description)

Another track inspired by "The Wake", a post apocalyptic novel by Paul Kingsnorth.

Buccmaster and his friends visit a village untouched by the Norman invasion. They participate in a village celebration, which Buccmaster looks back on as the very last joyful day. Even so, everyone there fears for the future.

I used my Flamenco guitar again... but economically, my early versions were too Iberian!

the last daeg we was yonge

Morning Forecast - Eleyan Di Palma

Chapter 135 of 266
Chapters released every weekend. All TAFFETA tracks are created within seven days.

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds within the scope of the Taffeta project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

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The TAFFETA Albums are available for free on Bandcamp.
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Taffeta 135

TAFFETA | 135

Here  I stand in the supermarket 
And I wonder what I should do. 
What did she told me not to forget ? 
Do you often have this feeling too ? 

Where for hell did I put my keys? 
Has this table always been there? 
Holly fuck just hurt my knee !
She must have moved the room that’s not fair 

They told me ‘bout some curious troubles
I really need her to be my crutch 
I don’t understand much 
Only It is unstoppable

Yelling at her to deny 
‘cause things I’m fighting on right now
Even if I take a hard try  
Always turn bad bad bad 

They told me ‘bout some curious troubles
And I really need her to be my crutch 
I don’t understand much 
Only it is invisible

My love my baby my darling my honey 
she’s perfect
she’s mine,  I’m hers forever my baby my love
She looks great 

I ‘m loosing her
In the invincible web
Which’s growing up
In my head

I’m loosing her, yeah loosing her in my head 

Have I told you ‘bout my youth? 
Did you know I was a / Shut your mouth  !
You don’t know!

Please look at me!  I’m here
No I’m Not stupid 
It’s just that My brain is just overrun by,.. come on ! Look at me! 

Where am I exactly ? 
This woman who is she  ?
I’m loosing me

They told me ‘bout some curious  troubles					
I really need her to be my crutch 
They didn’t tell me how much 
I ‘ll feel invisible


My love my baby my darling my honey 
she’s perfect
she’s mine,  I’m hers 
forever  my love 
She ’s so  great 

But I ‘m loosing her
In this invincible web
Which is  growing up in my head 

My head my head my sick head my brain my sick brain 

Unstoppable invisible invincible unstoppable web

 my brain my brain my head  my brain 
my SICK Brain ! 


Ok Maybe I pin my memories on others souvenirs
And then what’s the problem tell me? 
I am loosing me 
Need something to hang on 
So please shut up and move on 
Yeah move on 

Move on 
Move on 
Unstoppable invincible move on 
I told you
No I’m not stupid,
you got in front of you exactly the same guy that you had before; 
I’m the same man! 
I’m the same one
It’s not because I forget that I am dead, 
no I’m not already dead stop walking on me this way

Stop it walking on me this way 
Shut up and move on
Leave me alone shut up and move on
I got my love 
I got  my love that’s all that counts now
That’s all that counts, leave me alone

Curious Troubles

J.J. on bass and keys
K2 and the Three (Four) on drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary) on guitar
Llanpsych on the production

In A Quiet Way (Eclectic Collective)

MIX/MASTER: Woods Studio

NOTE: I don't hold myself to any strict "historical accuracy" in my lyrics. There may be one person in my distant past I had in mind as I wrote this. Or not...

LYRIC

Sir
I called you sir
It was a different time
And that's just how things were

Role
You played your role
And it was quite a fine performance
I was so naive
It’s hard now to believe
I never saw through you, ‘sir’

Gone 
That world is gone
For both the worse and better, maybe
It's moved on

Sir
Did you ever let your guard down
And let the truth slip through
Was there a real ‘you’
Or were just a man I knew as ‘sir’

Now
The world of now
I wonder if it would astound you
Frighten and confound you
But could it be inside
You would feel some pride
At how it could be
If you lived to see 
A world somewhat free for you, sir

Another reworking of a track from my bandmate Ian Stephen. Songwriting and lead vocals by him, everything else by me.
Lyrics:

BENDER

IT'S 93 INSIDE IN SEPTEMBER
I'M HIGH AS HELL I'M ON A BENDER
   
DOWN TO MY LAST BOTTLE OF VODKA

I HATE THE RUSSIANS, I DON'T TRUST 'EM
FIRING MY PISTOL AT SOME CATS IN THE YARD

I BLEW THE HEAD OFF A PUMPKIN
IF A PUMPKIN'S GOT A HEAD I DON'T KNOW

GONNA DRIVE MY TRUCK DOWN TO THE SALTON SEA
AND BUILD A CAMPFIRE FOR YOU AND ME

ONLY YOU AIN'T THERE 'COS I DROVE YOU AWAY      
DUMPED YOUR BODY IN A RAVINE AND THAT'S WHERE IT    
LAYS

SO I'M GOIN' TO THE STORE TO GET MORE BOOZE
TRY AND RUN OFF THESE SEPTEMBER BLUES

     
THE AIR CONDITIONER IS HUMMIN' LOUD
AND THE US ARMY IS MARCHING PROUD
(PROUD)
     
SO YOU LOST.... YOUR SENSE OF FUN
YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR FINALLY CAME UNDONE
    
NOW YOU LAY SO SENSELESS ON THE GROUND
I TOOK MY KEYBOARD AND I SHOT YOU  DOWN
I SHOT YOU DOWN
I SHOT YOU DOWN
  
I TOOK MY KEYBOARD AND I SHOT YOU  DOWN
AND NOW YOU'RE  SENSELESS ON THE GROUND
                   
I SHOT YOU DOWN
I SHOT YOU DOWN
I SHOT YOU DOWN
I SHOT YOU DOWN
I SHOT YOU DOWN

Bender

Written and performed by David Cooper.

By the 17th and 18th Century with sharply rising import duties financing Britain's then frequent wars, the general scarcity of foreign luxuries with a focus on salt, wines, spirits, tea, silk and lace caused a shift towards smuggling goods inwards. Large profits were to be made from smuggling and its illegal business.

Taxes and duties were increasing. Goods that were smuggled into the country could make a great deal of profit on the black market . Smuggled goods were popular with people as they were usually cheaper than legally imported goods.

The main items smuggled in the 18th century were tea, wine, spirits and lace. 

Lyrics:

In the dark of night the smuggler plays
Brings his contraband through the waves
Hides it among the caverns deep
Does his work when others sleep

He waits until the break of day
Takes his wares and he’s on his way
Takes his illicit goods to sell
Got to please his clientele

Chorus

He’s got fine French wine and brandy too
He’s a local hero to me and you
He’s a man who knows what to do
But every night he prays

Bridge

He knows his fate if he is caught
His life will end at the end of a rope

The excise men look high and low
Try to follow wherever he goes
But he knows the paths to evade
Their efforts to stop his illegal trade

Chorus x 2

The Smuggler

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

Bender

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