Another passionate and hertfelt performance of you! - Hello, here my latest Track: „I Am Crying For You, My Son“. I would be glad, if you listen in and give me some feedback (repost, comments on the track timeline, or like). In the introduction to the track you can read something about the background of the song.  If you need any support from me for your music, please contact me. With best regards from Berlin Karl   https://soundcloud.com/user-867592383/i-am-crying-for-you-my-son

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Surgery Waiting Room

This is a collab between me and Constricted Freedom. Sometimes, and especially lately, life comes at you fast, but remember.......just breathe. 

Lyrics and Vocals: Tyler Cressman
Instrumentals: Constricted Freedom
Composition: Constricted Freedom
Production: Constricted Freedom
Copyright: 2021

Anapanasati (Mindfullness of Breath)

Unceasing Motion ...how to be?
At this pace…..hard to see?
The grand canvas scrawled by you and me
Lest we forget it is all a dream…..

The walls may crumble all around
The floor can drop out, plummeting down
The sky can fracture, fall apart. 
But just remember …...just breathe

The life the spirit the light inside you

Speak  Sati and Slow down time
Dharma vicay and analyze
Say Viriya, persist resist
Speak of Piti and energy it climbs
Whisper passadhi, calming of the mind

The walls may crumble all around
The floor can drop out, plummeting down
The sky can fracture, split apart. 
But just remember …...just breathe

The life the, the spirit, the beauty in you…..

Now its samadhi focused eyes
Upekha closes we realize
Enjoy the beauty and breath and life……..

Just breathe…..


Anapanasati!

Anapanasati

Anapanasati(remastered)

Nevestina - Constructor (Zarine ReMake)

HOME TONIGHT
Backing Track: Splash
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/splash-paploviante-open-collab
Vocal : Ghosthack - Mechi
 www.Ghosthack.de
Lillithe adding : Organ, Conga, Vocals,  Elephant Trumpet, Guitar

HOME TONIGHT (Collab Paploviante - SPLASH)

...Nevertheless, I'll go on flying.

Thank you.

North Pole Highway

Short version of my new track 'Magenta'. The final version is coming to YouTube soon.

Magenta (Intro)

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
_________
Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

Janine: voice, words, vocal melody https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson

Jonathan: initial music, instruments, mix

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on a frozen berm
in a carriage house
with a veil of gauze
on a frosted hearth
 
on a ledge of iron
in a blinding storm
on the peat and earth
of the winded moor
   
in the ink and lead
in the skin of men
in the final beats
of a trembling heart
 
it is quiet, shhh
oh but it is quiet 
 
it is quiet
oh it is quiet
 
on the rolling sea
in the folds of sails
in between the planks
on the salty rail
 
in the thorny vines
in the rumpled flowers
in a nest of crows
on a crumbling tower
 
in the swirl of smoke
from a dying fire
it is grey and green
and it is quiet
shhh

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image: Boudewijn Huysmans via Unslpash

It Is Quiet (with Janine Levinson)

A song that kinda glides into the atmosphere upon release !

Cherish the Moment

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

Please visit the following link and listen to the latest collaborated version.
https://soundcloud.com/david-marconi-917184705/a-shade-of-blue-revisited-collaboration?si=f76ff153884b45738e4f2c6cbd97742d&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Just me having a little fun playing the blues.
Guitar instrumental by David Marconi

Aroused from Slumber

A Shade of Blue - Legacy Demo Version

last upload of PAGE 13 now on PAGE 14!!!https://soundcloud.com/noxpox14

noxpox - nutbutsin

Lyrics:

The time has come
For Orpheus’ last song
Tell them what’s wrong
It won’t be long

Before the magistrate
Will exaggerate
The nature of the charge
The culprit’s still at large

Orpheus

The time has arrived
Orpheus will dive
Into the final Verse
Vanquishing the curse

One little thing
In everything
Is still significant
Commence the sacrament

Orpheus

Orpheus' Last Song

Orpheus’ Last Song

'true love' 

https://www.instagram.com/p/C3B2inkus95/

I want to give you everything that you deserve.
Although I haven't anything, I have a way with words.
Oh darling won't you come on over and sit next to me.
You can talk about your day, hon, as I'll gently massage your feet. 

I want your love and everything that accompanies.
I'll give you all the love you'll need. I want you to believe
in a love so deep that you can feel it right through to your bones.
And it makes you complete and feel like you are comfortable at home. 

True love.

true love

DCR - HELTER SKELTER - DCOMPOSED

there is no highway to Heaven for you (just a helter skelter to Hell)....
when will you understand that
however clever you think you are
at hurling insults/put-downs and abuse
these arrows only serve to
give away your position in
The Viper’s Nest
Which is why we avoid you
and take the High Road
You could catch up
if you took a ride on
the Love Machine
Empathy, not criticism
whats so wrong with peace, love and understanding...
follow the signposts follow the highway to heaven
and get off the helter skelter to hell
What matters most is the Love
You leave behind....
(The Grand Conjunction 21/12/20)

Conjunction Song

Lillithe: Arrangement, Mix and Production
Vocal : www.Ghosthack.de
Lyrics:
Too many times
Did i sit here and cry
After  the lies
Can we say our goodbyes
Why are you playin
I'm tired of saying
You took it all
When you walked out on me
You're from the city
I'm from the sticks
You were so pretty
But you made love a bitch
Just go 
Take it all with you
Moonlight 
On the morning dew
I'm so sick and tired 
Of messin around
Of mucking it up
Every time that i'm down
I’m so sick and tired 
Of running away
I must be in love
Won’t you just stay

So Sick and Tired Messing Around (Mastering Paploviante)

New album released called "Advance with Courage" I call the music Americana Progressive Folktronica. 
https://push.fm/fl/gnjaoz7n


Check it out when you can.
 
In the meantime...
CHECK IT OUT!  "The Littoral Drift"  
On All Streaming Platforms. Here's a landing page:
 https://push.fm/fl/qi0mqrsx

Thanks for the kindness and support.

I am not a musician but music plays a very important role in my creative life! I am an artist/designer and music is my companion and my muse in the long hours I spend working in my studio! 
I am immensely impressed and grateful for all the talented and inspiring musicians whose work graces this Cloud, and I will always re-post sounds that I love (and will listen to again) - knowing that others will enjoy them!
I feel slightly embarrassed and quite humbled when I receive such graceful messages of thanks from artists whose work I have re-posted - after-all, I am the one who is so inspired by the discovery of your brilliant music!!!
So thank YOU!!!
Jools :)
P.S. If you want to see where the music takes me there is a link to my Portfolio site on Behance below!!! 
NEW!! - Thanks for all the great feed-back on my work! I shall be re-launching with a website (shop & archive) ‘KULT-JE’ in the not too distant future! Meanwhile, examples of past and current work are featured on my Instagram (@joolselphick)
Since my heart op in Jan2021, I have had to deal with taking quite a lot of meds which have interrupted my design work - that and moving to Germany in 2020 - and back in 2021 (due to Covid my business plans stalled!) - SO, slowly getting it together…. hang tight!😊

I have an archive of my work to date on Instagram - @joolselphick

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