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back when I was recording the John Denver song "Take Me Home, Country Roads" with the fine gentlemen in The Eclectic Collective, my 8 yr old daughter loved the song so much she began singing it ALL THE TIME. This is a quick little recording of us harmonizing the chorus. Pretty amazingly expressive singing for a youngster if I do say so myself! 

Here's the full recording with The Eclectic Collective:
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/take-me-home-country-roads-eclectic-collective?si=124fd64d50bb42bca0caa9b197a975c2&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Country Roads  (daughter & dad harmony)

Pakicetus

Verse 1 (4/4):
400 million years ago fish left the water to live on land
15 million years ago mammals found there way back into the oceans 

Verse 2:
Pakicetus is a Transitional phase between land mammals and whales
This is a small whale to be about the size of a wolf

Verse 3 (7/4 time):
With hooks and claws
A beginning of land animals returning to the water

Verse 4 (4/4):
Packicetus gave rise to sea mammals: Propoises and whales
All have multiple stomachs
Coming from the structure of their land mammal days
The evidence is that they have the same unique ear bone

Bridge: (5/4)
Whales and hippos descended from the same ancestor

Verse 5:
DNA comparisons reveal that whales have many genes that are inactive
These genes were functional on land
But they have no use in the water 




Unused Lyrical Ideas:

An ear bone unique to whales and dolphins
The oldest fossil whale ever found
Teeth like a carnivorous mammals 
A carnivore that adapted to land 
Long mouth 
Long mouth full of teeth

References:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pakicetus?wprov=sfti1#

https://www.amnh.org/explore/news-blogs/on-exhibit-posts/the-first-whale-pakicetus

https://evolution.berkeley.edu/what-are-evograms/the-evolution-of-whales/

Pakicetus

Written by: TOMMY WALKER
Performed by: Josh McAlexander

He knows my Name

... inspiration can brood and bubble at times, barely detectable to all but that subtle sight - the vague yet hopeful perception of a vast web, which shines somehow in the eye of intention. see through doldrums to the eternal wind. thanks for listening <3

-phil

elucidate space

Lyrics and vocals: DelhyA https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181
Instrumental: HyLGZ22

Lyrics :
Pour une fois j’avais juste envie de faire un truc différent
Peut être plus marrant:
Je veux me la jouer façon « gazelle »
Sans,comme d habitude, « gammer » de plus belle.
Je ne suis pas la reine de la prose ni celle du slam
Mais j aimerais juste poser mes idées là.

J envie tous ceux qui ont des choses à dire
Qui ont tant de facilités à écrire le fond de leurs pensées…délavées ou exaltées.
Les miennes ont bien du Mal à se poser sur une feuille de papier
que je parte à l’aventure un dimanche
Ou à l Aube d une semaine pourtant pleine de belles promesses.
j en ai bien des soucis moi aussi
Mais Leur mise en mot est difficile.
Il est plus simple parfois de s’ allonger de ne rien faire que de les coucher sur du papier.
Est ce que ça sonnerait peut être mieux en anglais? C est une question que je me pose même si écrire dans cette langue m indispose…
Alors je glisse quelques mots comme ça pour faciliter ma prose…
It is so beautiful to be a fool and to make everything sounds « cool »,
Mais bien souvent rien de mon stylo ne coule.
Il me faudrait peut être l aide d un sorcier
Ou d un coup de baguette magique qui aiderait dame inspiration à se réveiller
Mais où vont ils bien chercher toutes leurs idées ?
Pendant que moi je me vide de toute substance… latente, redondante,ennuyante.

J envie tous ceux qui créent des chansons
Comme on fabrique des maisons
Qui en sortent des airs par million
qui osent étaler si « facilement » leur prose
Pendant que moi je ne peux rien faire à part… « getting bored ».

Tiens, je vais peut être activer la fonction dictée
En voilà une bonne idée!
Et chanter quelques da da da qui pourraient bien sonner
De quoi mettre un peu de sweet dans mes idées…

TRANSLATED:

For once I just wanted to do something different
Can be more funny:
I want to play it like a "gazelle"
Without, as usual, "gaming" more beautiful.
I am not the queen of prose or that of the slam
But I would just like to put my ideas there.
I envy all those who have things to say
Who have so much facility to write the bottom of their thoughts...washed out or exalted.
Mine have a hard time landing on a sheet of paper
That I'm going on an adventure on a Sunday
Or at the dawn of a week full of beautiful promises.
I have a lot of worries too
But their wording is difficult.
It is sometimes easier to lie down and do nothing than to lay them on paper.
Would it sound better in English? It's a question I ask myself even if writing in this language makes me unwell...
So I slip a few words like this to facilitate my prose...
It is so beautiful to be a fool and to make everything sounds "cool",
But often nothing from my pen flows.
I might need the help of a wizard
Or a magic wand that would help lady inspiration wake up
But where do they look for all their ideas?
While I empty myself of any substance... latent, redundant, boring.

I envy all those who create songs
How we make houses
Who come out of the airs by the million
Who dare to spread their prose so "easily"
While I can't do anything except... "getting bored".

Here, I may activate the dictation function
That's a good idea!
And sing some da da da that could sound well
Enough to put a little sweet in my ideas...

Du sweet dans les idées pour une suite en D

Du sweet dans les idées pour une suite en D (with DelhyA)

Hands, So beautiful, We can do so much good with our hands, reaching out to other person as a sign of Peace and love, to play an Instrument, to paint a picture or just to hold someone else's hand when they need someone. But we can also do so much harm with our hands, we can hit, break, hold a gun to kill someone wave a fist in Anger. My hands are used to Love and play my Guitar. What are your hands used for ? 

Written, Performed . Produced by Johnny Mc Farlane

These Hands

Cast of characters:
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and foundational rhythm guitar
Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez–electric guitar, composition, mix, and production
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– acoustic guitar
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and electric piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –four string fretless bass 
Mistermark --  @user-432503709 — Mark — production engineering

This song began its life all the way over in on the other side of the pond, where our frequent collaborator, Artur wrote it on his electric guitar. Being a fan of surf music, he composed this awesome piece with The Eclectic Collective in mind. He shared it with the group through Tez, who was first to respond to Artur's guitar with his own, creating a psychedelic base of sound for the rest of us to add to. 
  Ken was up next, laying down his always exciting drums and percussion. Josh, of course, followed straight behind him, now that he had a beat to play to. JJ came soon after, laying in his ethereal organ and dancing electric piano. Last, but not least, Stephen laid in a really trippy acoustic arpeggio based acoustic guitar part to kick it to the next level.
  Of course, every great song needs a great producer. But before we even started the song beyond what Artur and Tez laid down at the beginning, Mark deftly separated Artur's basic beat from the music. Amazing what technology can do these days! For rest of the production, we tapped the very talented Tez to do the honors, which he did perfectly.
  This song marks about half a dozen we've done with Artur. We're all big fans of his unique surf rock sound, and jump at the chance to collaborate with him. If you like what we've done here, you should check out his page, as it's loaded with gems in the same strain. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Flow Of Life-Eclectic Collective

The ones in dark corners
I am with you.
I sense your hush.
The ones of smoke and needles and bruises
who found glory
and saw how far a fall it is back down. 
The ones who hang around
when Main Street closes down.

The outcasts, the insane, the altered.
Each with a piece missing.
Invisible scars and otherwise.

A pact, a cult of the underground.
Where each path has it's inverse.
Where each feeling goes obscure.
Smoldering still from the impact of the world.
Cloaked in the darkness of night.
The only time we see what's real.

Words by Riley Robinson

Void of Blood and Rust

Jungalow

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