Silence … like freedom in a cage 
mind wanders a gypsy, but you don’t know what to say. 
so, you cry (cry)… 
words just stay inside.
silence … in a quiet state of rage 
a civil war of feelings in a battle that you wage.
(where) no one wins.
no matter how you try.

GOD KNOW …you’d love to leave this world.
FLY AWAY and never to return.
BUT YOU KNOW …you’re not ready to be free.
You’re silent in a freedom …you can’t leave. 
Silent, like freedom in a cage 

thankfully recorded by https://soundcloud.com/tevecarborough ... check him out here

Silence Like Freedom In A Cage by Doug Roossien

This song is about losing my wonderful big brother when I was a young man. He bought me 'The White Fender Strat' and said quietly through his smile "No excuses now...". Thanks forever bro, this is for you as always.
 
The Valuable Friends:
@janinelevinson: The Queen of Roll, Rock and Soul on the Second Mic
@rick-4-1: Mr Tour Pro on Very Cool Drums
@phil-mcwalter: The Other Stuff


SMOKE

Growing up, looking up
I have never had my toast buttered on both sides
I started crying the day 
I watched my father clearing the overgrown weeds at the top of the garden and realised 
And realised
That wasn’t what he was doing
Ooh no

It was a still day 
So still
It was a still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
And another
Five years

There was a silence 
Where my beautiful dead brother still lived between us 
And that quietness wasn’t burned with the weeds

It was a still day
It was a still life 
So still
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
Another
Five years

Digging the sod in Donegal 
Praying for muscle, bunched like a ball 
Sweat and pride loved standing tall 
Anticipating 
Eye-watering 
Peat-stove fire 
That would 
Warm 
Cook 
And flavour our bones

It was a still day 
Still day
It was a still life 
Still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes

Another
Five years
And another
Five years...

Five years
Tick tock
Five years
My father lost his sense of smell and his pulse in cenotaph central heating
Five years
And my orphaned senses 
Five years
Still feel that fire

And smell that smoke...

© July 2021 - Phil McWalter

Image: 'Peasant Burning Weeds' 1883 Van Gogh

Spotify

Smoke

Txalaparta

Zut: apart from the French mild expletive (Heck!)...I recently discovered the fictional game 'Zut' as described in an Amor Towles novel 'A Gentleman in Moscow'. This has two characters competing by describing variations of an agreed theme until one runs out of ideas. 
I had a similar feeling when producing this track (as I often do) - I loved the main riff but wanted to make variations in harmony and accompaniment. Eventually I had to give up (zut!).. but happily settled on those presented.

[Image: thanks to Leeds Art Gallery]

ZUT (Funk Variations)

Hello, this piece is carried by sadness and compassion!
I hope it can awaken the thoughts of peace and freedom!
☮️
CJ


CJR-Music originals | more info also here:  https://www.cjrogersmusic.com

Biotic Effect

Stratocaster

Since ancient times, your glory still shines.

Forever Summer (demo)

Beyond the threshold of waking life, a hidden world breathes. Vaporous visions weave through velvet darkness, pulling you deeper into the spaces where imagination and reality bleed into one eternal moment.

Serenity

This track is a lyrical song with a piano and strings as the main. I hope you can relax and listen.


https://youtube.com/channel/UCUYRIEC77uN5JoGpK4ztCPg

不穏な展覧会 Disturbing exhibition

Since 2020, I have been producing music with DAW software. I can play the guitar and bass, but I only use it a little to compose. Regardless of the genre, I hope you can experience the music that shakes your heart and enjoy what you create freely. 

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUYRIEC77uN5JoGpK4ztCPg

不穏な展覧会 Disturbing exhibition

K yoseyo