Written by Mark.H.F and Heliopolis 5
Guitars by Mark.H.F.
Keyboards, arranging and mastering by Heliopolis 5

This song is a collaboration with my good friend Mark who supplied the files to his super guitar-based rock song Bad Orange. I have remixed his track, taking his guitar riffs and tried to make something which retains the rock feel of the original but is pretty different as well. We are both happy with the result. You can check out Mark’s original Bad Orange track by going to @mfishman71 ( as well as his other great guitar driven tracks, of course ).

Juiced

A dear friend asked me if I wanted to set one of his poems to music. Well, I did. And this is what came out of it...

The title of the poem is “Augenblick”, which means "moment", but literally “blink of an eye”.

Augenblick (by Hans H. Hiebel)

Tender day
The eye-lid of the night
Has opened
Time
Is twinkling at us
And because everything is divided
And must be divided
We twinkle back
And death
Closes the lid


Composition, vocal, guitar and piano by Joliz.

The track wouldn't be the same without Robert S. Dean... Thank you!


Augenblick

Conquest

Taken from "The Goddess Pages" by Laurie Sue Brockway

For Those Who Want To Move On

On se cherche à travers les mains 
On se regarde et puis tourne la tête 
A s'épuiser et entendre ta voix 
Pour me donner l'envie d'avancer 
Ou juste de s'arrêter 
A ne plus croire et continuer à s'essouffler 
Pour retrouver la couleur du ciel 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre 

Tu me perds et traverse la pièce 
Je te regarde au loin disparaître 
Tourné la tête plusieurs fois 
A t'épuiser à entendre ma voix 
J'avance mais tu recule 
On se retrouve à chaque pat 
Pour effacer la couleur du ciel 
On se retrouve à chaque pat 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Pourquoi je cherche et pourquoi tu ris 
A quoi ça mène toutes ces folies 
Même sans te voir viens avec moi 
Arrache et toute la rage en toi
Sort vite de là 
Laisse le feu s'éteindre
Et Sert moi dans tes bras 
Image juste la couleur du ciel 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 

Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Plus rien à attendre ni entendre 
Je pars de cet endroit un peu étroit 
Pardonne-moi si tu étais bien là 
Je t'embrasse malgré le froid 
Je te laisse un étrange souvenir de moi 

Qui te blesse au plus profond de toi
Je te laisse un étrange souvenir de moi 
Qui te blesse au plus profond de toi 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre



À terre

À  terre

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...


La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui ronge

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide (help!)
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs là qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui

Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées

La tendresse des coups (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue se brisent en silence...
———————————————————————————————————
I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...

Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away

And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death

lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly

And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death

the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one

who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death

kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions

The tenderness of blows

I can't let them reach that mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

Arm-in-ARM, America moves on!  
www.americanrosiemovement.org  
Additionnal Vocals Barbara Browning

ROSIE THE RIVETER ROSIE THE RIVETER
RIVETING INSPECTING WELDING CONNECTING GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER
ROSIES THE RIVETERS ROSIES THE RIVETERS ASSEMBLING PERFECTING ERECTING PROTECTING NEVER ALONE COS PULLING TOGETHER
JUNE ROBBINS ROSE SHELENGIAN GLADYS REESE BUDDIE CURNUTTE DOT FOSTER PAULINE ADKINS I COULD NAME THEM ALL
BUT THEY ALL ARE ONE
BERTHA GLAVIN NEVA REES KRISTINE VROOMAN MARY ANN DIAMOND THE GOODYEAR AIRCRAFT SQUADRON
I COULDN’T NAME THEM ALL
COS THEY ALL ARE ONE
ROSIE THE RIVETER ROSIE THE RIVETER PROTECTING COMBINING UNITING PRODUCING GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER BELIEVING
RIVETING RIVETING
AFRICAN AMERICAN HISPANIC WHITE AND ASIAN PULLING TOGETHER THREE SHIFT ROTATION
ALL AROUND THE CLOCK COOPERATION
OH ARM IN ARM FREEDOM IS THE KEY
GETTING ALONG NEVER ALONE
ALL AROUND THE CLOCK WHATEVER THE LOCK FREEDOM IS THE KEY
ROSIE THE RIVETER ROSIE THE RIVETER RIVETING INSPECTING WELDING CONNECTING GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER ROSIES THE RIVETERS ROSIES THE RIVETERS PULLING TOGETHER
GETTING ALONG AND PULLING TOGETHER
RIVETING INSPECTING WELDING CONNECTING ASSEMBLING PERFECTING ERECTING PROTECTING COMBINING UNITING PRODUCING
BELIEVING
COS IF YOU CAN USE AN ELECTRIC MIXER
YOU SURE CAN OPERATE A DRILL
DOING THE BEST QUALITY WORK
ARM IN ARM THE AMERICAN ROSIE MOVEMENT
FREEDOM TAKES WORK TO GET AND KEEP
RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING
SHARING THE CHORES OF COOKING CLEANING AND BABY-SITTING DOING THE BEST
SQUARE DANCE ON THE SATURDAY NIGHTS IT WAS DIFFERENT TIMES
BELIEVING
WHATEVER THE LOCK FREEDOM IS THE KEY BELIEVING
RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING RIVETING

ROSIE THE RIVETER (Lyrics) + B.Browning. Song for the Rosie Team

kindly invited by Event 49 to jam along with his track: https://soundcloud.com/event49/tokyo-by-night ... I just added a spontanous EWI trumpet improvisation :-) ... I made minor adjustments to the backtrack in terms of sound to better integrate my solo.

Tokyo by night / by Event 49 / remix

The Backup Battery

Cast of characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — Ovation guitar, lead vocals, lyrics, and compostion

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST Chinese gong and VST cello

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – light VST Latin percussion, synth, and piano

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass, chant vocals at the end 

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — production, mix, and mastering

 This song is the fourth Carl has written and composed with a member of Eclectic Collective in mind. This time JJ is being honored, and we all agree that he deserves it, too. Carl is a wonderful singer, songwriter, composer, and musician, and we're all grateful that he's joined our collective. 

  Here's what Carl had to say about it. "The music for this was a personal song written to myself which I never really released as I was trying to say goodbye to my own ego in the song. From that point of view I have always seen the piece as a great bit of personal therapy for me. None of the original lyrics survived and JJ gets painted by the new words .. But I thought it would be nice to reuse the composition for this. There was no big reason for it only when I decided to start a 60bpm song for JJ on piano .. I started playing Goodbye Ego and the rest is history..."

  We tackled this song like we would any other, though. Mark was first up on this, adding his VST magic in the form of a Chinese gong, as well as the cello you hear throughout. The subject of our adulation came next, with JJ adding not only his hot, yet minimal Latin percussion and essential piano, but moody synth, as well. Ken added his spicy drums after that, and once they were down, Josh jumped in with his four string fretless bass to complete the rhythm section. Josh also added the vocal chant at the end.

  All that was left was for Stephen to mix it all down for us, which he did in his always pro manner. 

  As stated above, this is a continuation of our songs about us. Hope no one thinks it's arrogant. When Carl presents us with these little treasures, it's hard not to run with them, though. Always a ton of fun to make music together. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.


Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Praying hands
Whatever cause
Once our greater good not lost
Bored children create their fun
We shelve French horn for this fine one
"Nice one lads" We read it all!
Vacation taken
To JJ calls
Neighbour to good Mickey Moore
Find Michigan piano pure

JJ calls
Just for us
Love lit up
Just for us

Down the road city of cars
To Howell front deck
Dad and Guitars
We jam that love then tell the world
Love and service human highway knurled
Good bi-product of happiness sought
With Croatian fun to cloud we court

Terrell Terminator in Jungle
Predator for good
Keys like Mr Bungle
Faith in more like we could
He Thanks you
It's lifestyle
Built from a porch
Good collective friend
Keep lighting that torch

Some moments sealed, marked and moulded
Pure intention
Dark blindfolded
Howl from human to Howell good soul
Keyed keystone as collective role

JJ calls
Darkness falls
Love lit up
Just for us
Love lit up
Just for us
Love lit up
Just for us
JJ calls

JJ calls
Just for us

JJ Calls - Eclectic Collective

I wrote this about putting more in a relationship eventually having to let go, remembering the yesterday before it hit.

Yesterday.m4a

"Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time." Jean-Michel Basquiat

I'm usually in the musical kitchen cooking up my own sound. I love collaborating and have collaborated with many great musicians here on SoundCloud. If you are interested in cooking up something great, then give me a holler!

Never forget.

And a BIG thank you to anyone who has ever listened, commented and shared my poetry AND music.  I appreciate you immensely.

For Those Who Want To Move On

Lady of Fire Poetry