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Wednesday Collection #74

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Para Lia - Kassandra
from the album ‘Gone With The Flow’
paralia.bandcamp.com/album/gone-with-the-flow

Visit the 3D virtual art exhibition with the great work of Louis Renzoni and the music of Para Lia here:
https://www.sophisticatedape.com/gone-with-the-flow-exhibition/

words and music by René Methner
mix and production: René Methner
mastering: Thomas Heimann-Trosien, TurnstyleMastering, Berlin
cover artwork based on Louis Renzonis 'Light From A Candle' 

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The background for the inspiration of course is Homer and the tales on the Trojan war. But Kassandra does not tell a story – it’s a kind of a painting with an ancient scenery or maybe just a sketch: Kassandra in front of the burning city. And it could be a modern painting. We are in a distance of more than 3.000 years to the plot of the ancient tales – and still mankind has Kassandras and tears in front of burning cities.

Working on Kassandra i had in mind from the beginning that Cindy will take the main voc in this song. So i wrote the harmonies and the song structure with that in mind and i love how she sings the song. Kassandra also includes a few notes played with a Greek Baglamas and helps the song to get a special note. This string instrument is the small sister of a Bouzouki. 

lyrics:
on sungod days in the morning dew
the tears of kings are just a few
meaningless rain drops

we keep that fire burning
until the tide is turning
and the ships are grounded

in the golden light of the afternoon
she is dancing like the queen of doom
she blinks into the sunlight

we keep that fire burning
until the tide is turning
we watch the flames rise higher
we keep that fire burning
until the tide is turning
we watch the flames rise higher
into the sky
into the sky

Gone With The Flow

Bandcamp

Kassandra

We have had another magic invite from Mamoru, and Jamie and I have had a lot of fun working with him on this fab classic. It came together quite quickly, as we all felt a lot of empathy with the song and Mamoru's arrangement.
When I finished the vocals, I realised I had sung "take a chance" instead of "shake a hand" on the last line of the second verse..lol.. we left it in!
We hope you enjoy listening as much as we did creating it!

Composed by the Trumpeter and Bandleader Joe Morris and originally recorded by Faye Adams in 1953
Mamoru - Rhythm Guitar, Bass, Drums, Mixing
Jamie - Piano, Hammond Organ
Lizzie - Vocals
L.Pentland - Cover Picture

Shake A Hand ( Mamoru Tsuzuki/Jamie Rhind/Lizzie Taypen)

It took some time to have the pleasure again to collaborate with Janine, thanks so much :-)

Vocals / Lyrics: Janine Levinson @janinelevinson
Music, Guitars (dunno), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Mellotron (Redtron), Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender

===== Lyrics =====

“One of a kind”
But not cutting off my ear yet
One of a kind
Just mostly trying to make it
“Almost wild”
A fauve who’s trying to fit in
“Messy child”
The half friend of oppression
I teeter on the edges

“Force of nature”
But never quite exploding
So much pressure
From these wild ideas
“joie de vivre”
(joie de vivre and bon vivant)
But something to contend with
(something good until it’s not)
“Force to follow”
But I don’t want to want to lead just yet
(joie de vivre until I’m not)

A messy child
The half son of oppression
Almost wild
A fauve just trying to fit in

“Larger than life”
And such a giant person
That's what he said
But he meant it in a good way

The weight of the normal
Less or more a deviation
A goddess
A statue melting on the edges
I teeter on the edges

The weight of the normal
Less or more a deviation
A goddess, a statue melting on the edges
I teeter on the edges

©Janine Levinson & Bonetender 2021 All Rights Reserved

Almost Wild

Almost Wild (with Janine Levinson)

Just for fun...© David Skellenger January 2015

Lost In The SoundCloud Stream

Recorded at Sonic Landscapes Studio ~ Jackson, Michigan, USA.........With a Takamine acoustic guitar (Edward)...........Turned out to be a little longer than I expected, guess that's what happens when the emotions take over :-)   ~SC~

Sometimes you find yourself trapped in the corner, forced to choose between family and someone you love so deeply that they just can't, or are not willing to understand.........so in the end, you have to make the decisions that make the most sense for your life ~ that's what this song is about.........

"Reflection"
Hello.....do I know you
I don't.....recognize your face
You seem......vaguely familiar
I can't.....remember your name
The way your looking at me
You must know who I am
But I'll never understand why you drew that line in the sand
That was the day I turned and walked away
Because you don't even know who I am

Now.....I'm a ghost, I'm a shadow
I'm a stranger that you don't know
To you.....I'm just a body without a soul
I'm here.....but you can't see me
To you.....I'm invisible
I'm a reflection of somebody you used to know
Just a reflection of someone you used to hold
I'm a reflection of somebody you used to know
Just a reflection of a hand you used to hold

In this life we all make choices
It's a journey or so I've been told
We come across many splits
On this long and winding road
Well I've carved out my own path
Right or wrong, it's made me who I am
But I'll never understand why you drew that line in the sand
That was the day I turned and walked away
Because you don't even know who I am

Now.....I'm a ghost, I'm a shadow
I'm a stranger that you don't know
To you.....I'm just a body without a soul
I'm here.....but you can't see me
To you.....I'm invisible
I'm a reflection of somebody you used to know
Just a reflection of someone you used to hold
I'm a reflection of somebody you used to know
Just a reflection of a hand you used to hold

Now I'm a ghost.....I'm a shadow
I'm a ghost.....I'm a shadow
I'm a ghost.....I'm a shadow
I'm a stranger you used to know
To you I'm invisible

I'm a reflection of somebody you used to know
Just a reflection of a person you used to hold
I'm a reflection of somebody you used to know
Just a reflection of a hand you used to hold


Reflection

Watch  the video clip on YouTube : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7sNxPMeTrc&feature=youtu.be

Memories of sea-travel as a child crossing from England to France on the car-ferries. Sailing those often rough seas was always an exhilarating experience, challenging for the stomach, but also the best part of the holiday. The only snag was my mum's seasickness tablets, which I refused to swallow and would therefore dissolve in my mouth making me sick :-/ 

I remember the names of the ships I traveled on, in particular Villandry, Valencay, Maid of Kent, and one that I was particularly happy to find a recording of its captain announcing imminent departure for a crossing in force 9 winds;  Pride of Dover. 

My recollection is as rich and vivid in sound and smell than in visual memory : the clang of metal as cars passed over the boarding ramp, the gush of air as I strained to push open those sea-tight doors and venture outside, the swish of sea and wind above the roar of engines below, the shudder as the ferry rolled on causing glasses to tinkle endlessly on tables and at the bar (my dad’s prized seating area), the sudden bangs on a choppy sea when waves and hull would go out of sync, followed by an avalanche of spray slashing across the bow and windows, the cry of seagulls following in the wake, the smell of diesel fumes mixed with fried foods wafting from the funnel, not to mention worse smells left around the ship by those who didn’t have access to mum’s pills.

Less obvious were the flashing lights and siren caused not by a Titanic situation but by winning the jackpot on a fruit machine once with a single, well-timed 10p coin. 3 watermelons aligned, stars in my eyes and giddy legs as an onlooker placed a firm but friendly hand on my shoulder saying : “Don’t let go of that lever sonny before the purser comes and gives you your winnings”. The machine wouldn’t cough it up even if it was only £15, but for me at that age it was a fortune and a godsend !

These elements were the starting point for a song that got seriously romanticized halfway across the Channel as I toyed with the idea of luck, fate (and how to outsmart it) and got caught up in the souvenir of a girl whose path I crossed when I was  10. What can only be referred to as love at first sight. As much as love at last sight :-( She appeared and vanished in a matter of minutes. All I could remember to this day was her very long hair, the color of her dress and a perfume that I discovered 20 years on was patchouli. Through the process of writing this song her name finally came back to me !! It was ... euh ... it was ... Bugger ! Gone again ;-)

For those who managed to read this far ... Thank you :-)

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Lyrics : 

I saw you once amid a bluebell wood 
Bathed in sun and patchouli you stood
Carried softly by the breeze
You danced with shadows from the trees
There was magic in the air

I saw you twice within a golden spoon
A letter stolen from the melting moon 
Which like the color of your hair
And that perfume that you wear
My childhood memories are attuned

And the story begins
In a tail of hurricane winds
As you sail unaware of the things
You deflect or align
With your butterfly wings

Caught in a gale
Cortina girl

Whelmed in nature's gift like heady wine
And fragrant watercolors we sublime 
Is it a blessing or a curse
For better or for worse ?
Your Midas touch will keep me there

Lucky fruit and moirae spin in threes 
Crossing paths and palms with silver seas
So I sailed the thread of fate
To your Mary Lennox gate
Your secret garden and lair

And there in June at last I understood
Your fading flowers hung as true bells should
Swaying gently in the breeze
Dancing only for the trees 
And higher still the angels share

If Atropos ripped
From Clotho's ephemeral script
All the pages we shared
May the ship rest afloat in your dreams
When the lullaby sings

Caught in a gale
Cortina girl
Shala-lala-la
Shala-lala-la

And you're locked in a sea of emerald green

Live In The Moment - Remix by Tom Vinelli, Lyrics by Jaime J. Ross


Dance of Rustling Beauty and Whispering Sorrow

------- Lady of the Forest

I fly
Over the fields high
I am shy
Hiding in rainstorm’s cry

Reach me
Untamed hearts agree
To free
Darkness and clouds to be

My breath
My breeze
My shield
My home

My guard
My glow
My sweet
Home

I fly
Over the fields high
I am shy
And splendor in the sky

Touch me
Find a secret key
To be
Absorbed in my golden sea

------- Looking Glass Traveler

I am not the one you see
I am not the one you hear
But I am the one you feel
It is so real

Cover me
Cover me
Cover me
A while

Composition and Poetry: Diederik Aerts
Vocals: Oddrun Eikli and Diederik Aerts
Piano: Diederik Aerts


Dance of Rustling Beauty and Whispering Sorrow (Oddrun Eikli and Diederik Aerts)

Composé, réalisé par Jacques Lemaire alias Idematoa, Novembre 2020 via Studio One

Free Download : https://idematoa.bandcamp.com/track/red-planet

- Heavyocity - Intimate Texture
- Spitfire Audio - Original Intimate Strings - Long Half Section
- Spitfire Audio - Original Cinematic Soft Piano
- Spitfire Audio - Oliver Patrice Weder - Oliver's Piano, Glacier Piano
- Spitfire Audio - Fragile String Evolutions 
- Spitfire Audio - Hans Zimmer Strings - 60 Cellos- C. Sord pp (Long Soft CS)
- Spitfire Audio - British Drama Toolkit - Flute & Pic Soft - Cello Long
- Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphonic Orchestra - Violins 2 Pizzicato - Violas Staccato - Clarinet - Clarinets A3
- Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphonic Orchestra - Strings Long - Violins 1S (16), Violins 2S (14), Violas (12), Celli (10),Basses (8) 
- Spitfire Audio - LABS - Textural Pads, Granular Piano
- Spitfire Audio - Lea Bertucci - Acoustic Shadows
- Spitfire Audio - Earth
- Spitfire Audio - Ólafur Arnalds Stratus
- Orchestral Tools - Layers
- Orchestral Tools - ARKHIS
- Sonuscore - The Orchestra Complete
- Session Guitarist - Picked Acoustic & Strummed Acoustic 2

Red Planet

Towards Dawn

The song "Pick Me Up In Pieces" is written, performed and produced by Kyle Egret. Lyrics by Kyle Egret. 


Check out my album 'Consecutive Correlation' available digitally worldwide via Tokyo's fantastic label @breadandcakerecords ! Buy/stream it here: fanlink.to/KyleEgret-CC

www.kyleegret.de

Pick Me Up In Pieces

Honor the TIde        

Janine Levinson 2021
Guitars by the wonderful Jonathan Beckenstein @jonathan_beckenstein

The ebb and the swell and the push and the pull
You’re aware of the tide or you’re not
The flickering voices that whisper the answers
Won’t bother to wonder the ears that you’ve got

You will flow or resist, go along or be pissed
You will honor the tide or you won’t
And the feelings you feel go as far as your skin
While the water just crushes your bones
The water just crushes your bones

In times of confusion and heavy persuasion
You’ll lie down and give, or you won’t
As pungent reminders flow down through the rafters
And you choose to swallow or shut down the whole

They will flow or resist, go along or be pissed
They will honor the tide or they won’t
And the feelings they feel go as far as your skin
While the water just crushes their bones
The water just crushes their bones     

It’s the way of the world,  It’s the way that things are
You will honor the tide or you won’t
You’re the tiniest speck on the tiniest star
And it really don’t matter, cause we really don’t

We will flow or resist, go along or be pissed
We will roll with the tide or we won’t
And the feelings we feel go as far as the sky
But the water still crushes our bones
The water still crushes our bones
The water still  crushes our bones

Honor The Tide - With Jonathan Beckenstein

Close your eyes
Open your eyes
made by,
openingneedleprogress can be found here, https://soundcloud.com/openingneedleprogress
Orieliel Watcher can be found here, https://soundcloud.com/orieliel-watcher
numbers in the dream is here, right here

The Love From The First Sight

The Love From The First Sight (openingneedleprogress/Orieliel Watcher/numbers in the dream)

My new song The Box is inspired by Stephen Hawking.
- If we were large enough to cross The Box in one step, how long would it take?