Name: Wait by Jonathan Beckenstein in Chill out, Lounge, Downtempo
Duration: 5 min 2 s
Description: live looping improvisation later re-composed and augmented in studio

I wish I had the patience for learning this kind of guitar playing, so expressive

Great idea to be surfacing these classics!

Been a long time since I was taken on this journey..happy to find this. Such an amazing one!

Beautiful guitar work and tone 👏👏👏

Waiting and catching up is a lot of work! This really caught my attention! Beautiful composition!

Chill out, Lounge, Downtempo

by projectGhostRadio - 

Look on the bright side /
Someone reads the letters that you send / 
Honin' your profile / 
You want that plastic eye to be your friend / 

Look on the bright side / 
Every little thing you say is being heard / 
Feeding the file / 
Recording every bit of every word / 

In your very home / 
Ain't it good to know you're not alone / 


When you waste an hour / 
Flippin' through the channels on TV / 
Singin' in the shower / 
Then a beer or else a cup of tea / 

Do they know, can they tell / 
Can they hear, can they smell / 


There's a crumb for every step of every trail / 
You've been notified your life is up for sale / 

But look on the bright side / 
Now you know you'll never be alone / 


Cruisin' on the highway / 
Your wheels know just where you want to go / 
Ridin' in the subway / 
With the other extras on the show / 

Do they know, can they tell / 
What you think, how you smell / 


There's a tag for every name and every face / 
Until every little soldier is in place / 

There's a crumb for every step of every trail / 
You've been notified your life is up for sale / 

But look on the bright side / 
Now you know you'll never be alone

Tales from the Surveillance Age.
'Electric guitar' on this track was played by Ivan Azzetti on keyboards.

Bright Side

Live Reflexion#005

poem & vocals, electric guitar & sounds by Sophie-T
drums & beats & sounds by INTERpEST --> @interpest please check out his great music!

WATCH VIDEO POEM --> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4W0Q8SY5czk

A dark poetic journey --> buy here: https://sophie-t.bandcamp.com/track/into-sun-glow

This poetry piece is connected to the cover painting (by me Sophie-T, for sale).

POEM:

INTO_SUN_GLOW

I sweep the clouds
from the busy roads
fog is getting darker
sun’s a tiny light

Look out of the window
what do you see?

1000 lives moving
into the night again

as the birds are dying slowly
all the thoughts in my head
burning down like candles in a storm

in a quiet room I sit at dawn
of bleak memories
lead me back to the place I was born
disturb my inner peace

as the rain keeps crashing down
wired words above the ground
interfacing souls to feel alive
bound on darkened diamond moons
shape tomorrow’s healing wounds

sun will glow in the darkness for you

INTO_SUN_GLOW with INTERpEST

modern day

photos are memories I keep within my mind
stored in the basement in a crate I’ll never find
songs are the stories and the places I have been
authored before this mental knot I’m tangled in

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears

poets and prophets weave our words into their art
read in dramatic mien and spoken from their heart  
unseal the parchment let the words escape their cage
left with a book with seven hundred empty page

styles we made are old and frayed 
where all the past is filed away
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
the sky is wet with ink

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears
modern day is bland and beige
remembrance of the golden age
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
my heart is black as ink

Modern Day

I am glad to release this new track, composed on the great lyrics written by https://soundcloud.com/lukowig

Thanks to him for providing me (for the 2nd time) with great french lyrics

Translation in english is below french lyrics


On se craint
on se croche
on s'étreint
on s'accroche
et puis plus rien...

Plus rien
plus de rire
plus de liens
notre bâtisse de pierres
s'effondre à terre...
Plus rien
dans nos mains
plus aucun
lendemain
et ça va faut l'dire
de pire en pire...

On s'effraie :
bas les mains !
On se fraie
un chemin
vers quoi ? Vers rien...

Plus rien...
Même plus faim.
Plus rien
que la fin
d'un chemin
menant sur rien...

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We fear each other
we hook each other
we embrace
we cling to each other
and then nothing...

Nothing more
no more laughter
no more ties
our stone building
collapses to the ground...
Nothing more
in our hands
no more
tomorrow
and it goes on
worse and worse...

We are afraid:
Hands off!
We make our way
a way
towards what ? To nothing...

Nothing anymore...
Not even hungry anymore.
Nothing more
than the end
of a path
leading to nothing...

Plus rien

Plus Rien

Lyrics (Original Song)
Oh, I believe in the sunshine as it streams from a bright blue sky
But my faith is not so sure when the night owl sings   
and the moon lies down on his job
I will show myself grace when the way is dark and steep
But I’ll no longer stop in fear

I want to live my life with every heartbeat
And  dance to its every sound
I want to live my life with every heartbeat
And leave my masks behind
			
I carry a load of tightly packed stones strapped firmly to my back	
The stones bear the names of ancient regrets 
That are so hard to let go
But I’ll lay my burden down, skip those stones across the lake
And smile as they slip from view

I want to live my life with every heartbeat
And  dance to its every sound
I want to live my life with every heartbeat
And leave my masks behind

I will never wear Superman blue
but I can still learn how to fly

I want to live my life with every heartbeat
And  dance to its every sound
I want to live my life with every heartbeat
And leave, and leave , and leave my masks behind

Superman Blue

I was lucky enough to have Mister Georg putting his full of talents magic cases on my music once again. Merci mon ami :))

Colors of an eternal land

I listen to the wind 
I need time 
Give me a hundred years 

You see I put
I put one foot in front of the other 
without really knowing 
without knowing where I'm going 

I feel on my lips 
the breath of a warm wind 
that falls from above
and burning my skin 

I let myself be transported by my dreams 
I give myself a break, a truce 
I let myself be guided by the light 
in the freshness of the day 
that is ending

I listen to the wind 
I need time 
Give me a hundred years 

then I hear over my shoulder 
the dance of the waves
the powerful song of the sea 
I lie down I hesitate and then I dare 
to roll in the sand 
under the infinite sky 

I let myself be transported by my dreams 
I give myself a break, a truce 
I let myself be guided by the light 
in the freshness of the day 
that is coming to an end

a shadow, a perfume 
the colors of an eternal land 
a generous and beautiful nature 
she who in return asks for nothing 

yes I will travel alone 
I will never turn back

Couleurs D'un Pays Éternel (translated) w/ Georg Boehme

The Valuable Friends:

@janinelevinson - Incredible Vocals and Voice Effects
@rick-4-1 - Beautiful Drums
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Stuff

WAITING FOR THE RAIN

And the vines abide
And lean on old familiar ways
From Hadrian to the Satellite Empire
You can feel it in your soul
Standing on Dryhill
You can feel it in your soul
Standing on Dryhill

The hidden lines and lives
Walk their natural time above the plain
From hill fort to the bunkers underground 
The hill can quicken up your pulse
Standing on Dryhill
You can taste it on your breath
Standing on Dryhill
Looking from Dryhill
Waiting for the rain 
Waiting for the rain

Aeons old and yesterday
In a scintillation (Standing on Dryhill)
A breathless moment under 
The curious twinkling stars (Standing on Dryhill)
The water moves beneath us
It moves below the ice

(below, be-low)

A long-gone, summer swift scream
The hill is not dry
The vines do not wither
Rippling the waters of our many lives
The heart of the hill 
Beats on
Pushing the sleeping rabbit to awake and run (run, run, run)
Seize the seasons
Hang the reasons
In a thousand years the hill will not remember us or its many names…
Our heads boiled, eaten down to the white bone

And the vines abide
And lean on old familiar ways
From Hadrian to the Satellite Empire
You can feel it in your soul
You can feel it in your soul
Standing on Dryhill
Standing on Dryhill
Waiting for the rain
Standing on Dryhill
Looking from Dryhill
Looking from Dryhill
Waiting for the rain
Waiting for the rain

Standing on Dryhill…

Phil McWalter Jan 2023
Recorded at Dryhill, Upper Rissington, Coventry and California
Art: My own manipulated image from the top of the hill...

Waiting For The Rain

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