The soft vocals work really well with the riff and soft bass and drums.

雰囲気がある曲ですね。ボーカルの音量も曲の世界にマッチしていると思います。

ベースライン、いい味出していますね。

Beautiful voice. Great job.👏👏👏👏

sweet laid back tune, I could just lay on the grass and watch the clouds drift by, real cool big powerful mix!

so beautiful and impressive.Love the voices., real vocal

Voices 2

A bit of fun with an Epiphone SG

Trivia:

Mommia was a brown pigment literally made by grinding down Egyptian mummies.

Carmine (Cochineal, E120) was used by the Aztecs and Incas and made by crushing beetles from the prickly pear cactus. Turner used it for brilliant reds despite warnings it would fade. Some of the greys in his paintings were once red. Since used in food and lipstick.

Lead white is a beautiful paint if you can get it and also bad evil toxic.

Mommia Carmine Lead

Once upon a time a little man
alone  and with no age
by dint of living at minimum.
He sold tobacco and chewing gums
always behind his counter , transparent, almost no one.
Then , when night comes, 
 in the land of chimeras
he re-writes his own story
then , in the softness of his sheets , he leaves real life away 
for the most beautiful Happy end

Once upon a time a beautiful lady 
who crossed her life with a certain melancholy
she had achieved her woman life 
but when children leave, sometimes, tears only remain 
Then , when night comes, 
 in the land of chimeras
she re-writes her own story
then , in the softness of her sheets , she leaves real life away 
for the most beautiful Happy end

This is eventually the very banal story 
of all those people living on their own
to whom we don't even give a look 

Then , when night comes, 
they want to believe that life is beautiful
that they can change the end of the story
eyes wide open , in the dark, they leave real life away 
for the most beautiful Happy end

Happy End

You dont need a reason for why you feel the way that you do, why you believe the way that you do.  No one should have to justify their beliefs to anyone else.  I had a friend who told me once, "if its not illegal, immoral, or fattening count me in", not a bad code to live by.

Fall For You

Musik: DaFlash
Text & Gesangsmelodie: Gabriel
(wenig)zusätzliches Keyboard: Gabriel
DaFlash auf Soundcloud: @user-494125290
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
OF THE LYRICS CAN BE FOUND HERE:
http://www.gabriel.land/gabriel-mondmaedchen.htm

Mondmädchen

This tune was written by Jimmy Van Heusen and Sammy Cahn and first sang by Frank Sinatra in 1958. Performed on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: https://www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #391 by Frank Sinatra

A PEINE SUIS-JE NÉ QUE ME VOILÀ TRÉPANÉ
ET MES PLEURS FONT LE BONHEUR 
DE CEUX QUI SONT CENSÉS M’AIMER
YEAH YEAH
MÉMÉ PÉPÉ PAPA MAMAN
J’ATTENDS
DE VOIR

ET PUIS ON ME CRAPAHUTE
ON ME TRANSBAHUTE
JE CHERCHE EN VAIN LE CHEMIN 
QUI ME RAMÈNE À MA HUTTE
YEAH YEAH 
ALORS JE PASSE LA PREMIÈRE
CAR J’AI DE LA ROUTE À FAIRE
JE DÉRACINE MES TERRES
ADIEU PÈRE ET MÈRE
YEAH YEAH

OH UFO CIA FBI DNA
SOUDAIN J’AI VU MES REGRETS DE HAUT

IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING
IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SHUT UP !

LE CIEL PLEURE LA TERRE PENCHE
JANE A LA MÉMOIRE QUI FLANCHE
LA VEUVE LOUCHE SUR LA MANCHE
DANS SA ROBE BLANCHE
LE CIEL EST BAS LA MER EST D’ENCRE 
MOI ÇA Y EST J’AI LEVÉ L’ANCRE 
ET JE M’ACCROCHE À LA HOULE
COMME LA ROCHE À LA MOULE

ADIEU VEAUX VACHES COCHONS
ADIEU ADIEU
LES BATAILLES DE POLOCHON
LES COUPS DE FEU
ADIEU ADIEU
ACCROCHE TOI ! ACCROCHE-TOI À MOI

SEUL ON COULE DANS LES EAUX OU DANS LA FOULE
UN C’EST BIEN DEUX C’EST MIEUX

SOUDAIN TERRE
EST-CE UNE ÎLE SOLITAIRE PEUPLÉE D’ÊTRES IMAGINAIRES ?
OU UNE VILLE IMAGINAIRE PEUPLÉE D’ÊTRE SOLITAIRES ?
MYSTÈRE

HEY HO QU’AI-JE FAIT DE BEAU
QU’AI-JE DE FAUX ET SUIS-JE UN ANGE OU UN SALAUD
HEY HO JE L’AI DANS LA PEAU LA BALLE LE COUTEAU 
ET L’ENFANT JE L’AI DANS LE DOS
HEY HO OHÉ DU BATEAU
MAINTENANT C’EST TROP C’EST TROP BEAU ET C’EST PAS TROP TÔT
HEY HO JE TIRE MON CHAPEAU
ET JE TOMBE À L’EAU ALLO ALLO ALLO
HEY HO HEY HO


A PEINE SUIS-JE MORT
QUE ME REVOILÀ DEHORS
JETÉ SUR LE MACADAM ET PARMI LES MÉTÉORES
J’AVAIS DÉJÀ VENDU MON ÂME 
ME VOILÀ MAINTENANT SANS CORPS
OUI MAIS IL ME RESTE LA FLAMME
ET J’EN REDEMANDE ENCORE
ENCORE

CROISIÈRE (Lyrics)

■コメント(Comment)
星は私たちを見守ってくれているような気がします。
前回の曲でシャウトしてしまったので、今回は少しのんびりした曲にしてみました。
ボーカルが少し小さい？よくわからなくなってきた(笑)

The stars are watching over us.
I shouted in the previous song, so this time I tried to make it a little laid-back song.
(Is the vocal a little small? I'm not sure.)

■歌詞
「夜に滲む星」

夜の海に　滲む星たちが
色あせながら　揺れている
汽笛の音は　どこかとぼけていて
孤独な時間を　紛らわしてくれる

開いた窓から　夜が入ってきて
疲れた身体を　癒してくれるけど
流れていく　夜空の雲は
目を離したすきに　遠くへ行っていた

水平線に　星が落ちていく
私を乗せて　孤独を乗せて
夜の海に　滲む星は
まるで灯台の　灯り　

星の　滲む　夜
私を乗せて　船は　行く

夜空には　満天の星
夜の海には　滲んだ星
私の手には　沢山の罪
孤独な夜に　滲む星

■ Lyrics (Google Translate)
"Stars that blur at night"

Stars bleeding into the sea at night
Shaking while fading
The sound of the whistle is blurry somewhere
Distracts lonely time

The night is flowing from the open window
It will heal your tired body
The clouds in the flowing night sky
I went far away when I took my eyes off

Stars fall on the horizon
Put me on, put loneliness on
The stars that bleed into the sea at night
It's like a lighthouse light

Starry night
The ship goes with me

Stars in the night sky
Stars bleeding into the sea at night
Many sins in my hands
Stars blur in a lonely night

Yoruni_Nijimu_Hoshi

1.04 - 10/25/2021
composition: Narada Michael Walden
Guitars: Harry Jacobson!
produced by: Jeff Volkman

The Saint and the Rascal - featuring Harry Jacobson - guitar

What started as a piano track turned into something more dynamic. This is my first real dive back into music production that is not world percussion/tribal related. (excluding a remix for my good pal - @muterial )
I had been working on tracks for my current album for a few months focusing solely on that genre, as I wanted it to be a themed release.
Now that is complete, this displays what could be considered a return to form…..and quite liberating!
Then again, I never know what I’m doing
Hope you enjoy it

Mood Exhibit - Remain/Enhance

Part 62 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.

If you want to hear everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums are available for free on Bandcamp.
Released in 15 part/chapter increments:

TAFFETA Volume 1:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-1

TAFFETA Volume 2:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-2

TAFFETA Volume 3:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-3

The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical

TAFFETA | Part 62

High recommendation of headphones, to fully enjoy sound adds and effects.

Letra / translated lyrics:

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la vieja madre...   /   the old mother...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la tierra extraña...   /   the strange land...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


Son tus raíces   /   Your roots are
más profundas que el tiempo.   /   deeper than time.
Olvida tu vida   /   Forget your life
que ahora es desierto.   /   which is now a desert.

Tus raíces de sangre se han perdido,   /   Your blood roots are lost
y tu exótico mundo ha envejecido.   /   and your exotic world has got old.
La llamada de la selva ha convertido:   /   The call of the jungle has turned:

tus batallas en guerras,   /   your battles to wars,
y tus bosques en hambre,   /   and your forests to hunger,
y tus hombres en tierra.   /   and your men to soil.

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
tus cantos lejanos...   /   your distant singings...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
ahora están muertos...   /   are dead now...
ahora están muertos.   /   are dead now.
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


... 1995 E-RUIZZO - 2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS

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África (Hombres de tierra)

Twintail

Moment One

I didn’t care whose voice it was
I’m captive and a slave
Bright and pure shines her star
Upon that glorified guitar
Until we came to Spenlow’s grave

No pausing on the brink
I was gone
No time to even think
Fallen headlong
From moment one

Enough wrung out of me to drown
A fellow moonstruck clerk
Steeped in a sea of soup and sound
Bite the key to my carpet bag
Distinguish in the dark

Weak infatuation, maudlin mind 
Celestial blue
Saturated through and through
Turn into a room close at hand
The empress of my heart

Many thanks to Steve Pumphrey for playing the guitar solo on this recording.

Moment One

A couple of months ago, Rodolfo Planes from Tierra del Fuego sent me a wonderful piece of music (in a different key and without lead guitar) that he hoped I’d write lyrics for… 
I was so excited that the first verse popped into my head almost straightaway, and with great patience and honesty, Rodolfo lead me through the learning curve that would be the gestation of this song.
The passionate music somehow stirred in me a sense of longing and belonging, combined with the enforced isolation from loved ones during lockdown. I think Rodolfo’s music helped me express this powerfully.
His solo still continues to move me even after countless listens. I am very grateful to him for this opportunity and I sincerely hope we can work on other projects. 
Thanks for listening and please check out Rodolfo’s cloud if you can.

Composition, instrumentation, arrangement and production: https://soundcloud.com/rplanes
Lyrics and vocals: https://soundcloud.com/markjbennett
Image of Loch Maree, Scotland used with kind permission of Douglas Corrance.

https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/set-me-down-that-road

I know where I’m going,
Though I don’t know where I am.
My drive ain’t slowing,
If it’s Birmingham, Alabam.
Gotta get me on the road,
Back to where I’m coming from,
Might not have the zip code,
But I know where I belong. 
I know, I know, I know that I belong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I know what I’m missing,
And where I might find it.
Without even reminiscing,
I’m right back there, I admit.
Close my eyes, and I’m there,
Though in reality,
I’m still stuck in elsewhere,
And I’m the absentee.   
I know, I know, I know that I’ve done wrong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I’ve been uninvited,
Yet I felt compelled to come
A need to be reunited,
Whatever the outcome.
This prodigal believes,
In the error of his ways.
He vows that he’ll never leave,
Where his hat now he lays
I know, I know, I know that I’m back home.
It has taken some time,
But I feel at home already.
I’ve been down that road.

Set Me Down That Road - Continental Collision - Now Available on Bandcamp

Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/neither-west-east-north-nor-south.html

Included Movie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1x2Jppspwg

Neither West, East, North, Nor South

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

暑い日が続いております。
It has been hot for days.

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