Very nice flute. Guitar and vocals go wonderfully with it, very pleasant to listen to!

your music is as familiar to me as the voice of a friend

sounds like you've found your voice- congrats

you've given me inspiration to get back to my recorder/native anicinabe flute

Deadly track man. The flute /recorder is epic

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

EYES WIDE OPEN

The leaves are changing
There’s a chill in the air
So many people
Walking the same path

I hope they know
I hope they see

I chose a different road
I chose a different way
And now my eyes are open
My eyes are wide open

I’m on another hill
I watch as they pass me by
They seem to know
They have their destination

I hope they know
I hope they see

I chose a different road
I chose a different way
And now my eyes are open
My eyes are wide open

Such a wondrous time
So many colors
So many lives

All joined together
Some left behind
There’ll be another day
Another day

I chose a different road
I chose a different way
And now my eyes are open
My eyes are wide open

Eyes Wide Open

In these crazy times, everyone needs a cheerful  song. Hopefully, you'll enjoy this Folk/Jazz/ hybrid with a Ska ending.
Why not take a walk on a perfect day in Mr. Shade's neighborhood?

Lyrics:
I used to spend my days
Grinding my axe
I never knew how to relax
I could get  hung up on a memory
Ohh, that's my half assed symmetry
Walking down the street
Shuffling to my beat
The sky overhead
And the earth at my feet
I've packed up my problems
Put them in the backseat
I'm working on my karma balance sheet

I just wanna get high all day
By staring in your perfect face
Look into infinity
I'm in the vicinity
Of a perfect time and place

"Hello there, neighbor!"
"Hello, friends."
"Hello neighborhood dogs and cats"

Oh, I used to get hung up on a memory
That's my half assed symmetry
Walking down the street
Shuffling to my own beat
The sky overhead
The earth at my feet
Going to the house where we meet
The dogs in the neighborhood
They're grinning through their teeth

I just wanna get high all day
By staring into your perfect face
Look into infinity
I'm in the vicinity
You never know when you're making a memory

Here I go. 
I think I'm gonna take a little walk in my neighborhood
Hey Universe!
What do you have in store for me today?
I've got a little sunshine therapy coming on!
Yeah! You know I do
I just wanna get high all day
By looking into your perfect face
High all day
I don't need nothing
Nothing but your perfect face
I feel like I'm in the perfect time and space

Your Perfect Face

Hey…. Did this song go in so many directions until this final recording. It started as an electric slide song, then a mandolin song, and finally as an acoustic guitar/recorder song. You know I laugh every time I play recorder. Just imagine a rough and scrappy, wild old man creating such a thing. Hahahahaha. Anyway, there are a lot of crows here. When I was working on the slide version, I heard them cawing outside as they flew by. (I scrapped my impromptu birdcall crowing on this, no one needs to hear that, not even the crows.) Lyrically the song has 2 distinct moods with some vocal transitioning. And guess what folks: As a novice singer, I can finally vibrato my voice… some more shenanigans you’ll have to put up with. Back to the crows. In town, we have a huge flock (murder) of town crows. Hundreds. They sure love fast food, and hanging out by the high school where tasty, tossed tidbits can be had. They are organized too, as if in an air force, as they are mostly wary of us humans… Finally, happy holidays to all who celebrate, and happy times to everyone else. Hope you enjoy this one. I sure did. Mark

As The Crow Flies

PAS BESOIN D’SE CONNAITRE
POUR SE RECONNAITRE
ON S’EST DÉJÀ VU QUELQUE PART
ETAIT-CE À BALBECK
OU A PERROS GUIREC
ON S’EST R’CONNUS DIRECT

LE CIEL EST BLEU
LA MER EST VERTE
LAISSE UN PEU LA FENÊTRE OUVERTE
LE JOUR POUR LES MOUETTES 
LA NUIT POUR LES CHOUETTES
UN WHISKY TROIS CACAHOUÈTES

ON N’A PAS LA MÊME MÈRE 
ON N’EST PAS DU MÊME PÈRE 
MAIS ON A LES MÊMES JOIES LES MÊMES GALÈRES
VIEUX FRÈRE

C’EST TANTÔT MARÉE BASSE
TANTÔT MARÉE HAUTE
SI LE TEMPS PASSE A QUI LA FAUTE
Y’A QU’À SUIVRE LA CÔTE 
PRENDRE LE FERRY-BOAT
ET BARRE À BABORD FAUT QU’ÇA SAUTE

ON N’A PAS LA MÊME MÈRE 
ON N’EST PAS DU MÊME PÈRE
MAIS ON A LES MÊMES JOIES LES MÊMES GALÈRES
VIEUX FRÈRE

ET ON AIME LA MER 
ET ON AIME LE GRAND AIR
SANS PARLER DES GUITARES À L’ENVERS
VIEUX FRÈRE

PUISQU’ON S’EST JAMAIS VUS
ON S’EST JAMAIS REVUS
MAIS UN JOUR SANS SALAMALECS
QUE CE SOIT À BALBECK
OU A PERROS GUIREC
ON SE RECONNAITRA DIRECT

VIEUX FRÈRE (Lyrics)

A brief reflection on what needs to be a Christmas gift to our planet, our environment, and ultimately ourselves and future generations.
 
Beautiful Poem & Vocals/Narration - Peter; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Lovely Left Guitar - David; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Music, Mix & Production - Seagull; @farout-music-studio

Slowly Time Running Out

A clear black light has painted out the stars tonight.
A tear-prismed rainbow wells in my eyes.
I’m clinging to my dead rose,
Shuffling down these broken roads,
With no end in sight, no will left to fight.

A long black cloud veiled through the moonlight, where,
The softest requiem prayer is lost in the air.
As a spadeful of dirt,
Hits the casket of hurt,
To bury my cares and inter our despair.

When the sands of time are shifting no more,
I’ll stand behind, with those left on the shore.
And as Jerusalem compels
Peals of leather muffled bells
Will chill to the core with their funereal score.

Slowly Time Running Out

New start after finishing SC and Spotify Album - Eccentricity so Beautiful.
This title jumped off a page and lately in the live act we've been doing some 80s songs: I think that influenced the approach here.
 
Decarbonizing Aviation
Decarbonizing Aviation
 
It’s a new concsiousness
Vapor trails gone West
Sometimes you got to make a change
To keep love on forever’s path
Your shaking trees are exhausting me
Better a sundown heart to heart
 
Decarbonizing Aviation – night swimming and seeing it spark
Decarbonizing Aviation – going steady yeah not too fast
 
Glaciers and shrinking
Habitats and mourning
Can we glide the plane back home
Gotta give up on bad bad stuff
Seven days of denial nights
I think we know that enough’s enough

Decarbonising Aviation

'scallies' with Isaac and the Apple

Mac: music, lyrics, vocals
Shane: lyrics, vocals, adlibs
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, noodling

I've been listening lately 
To the shite that they play on the radio daily
Nothing quite can excite, too frothy to sway me 
It’s all far too light more like coffee than gravy 

Where’s all the rock stars gone 
The ones who leave it all in their songs
The ones who grab you by the balls and make you sing along
And I’m not joking, these kids today
Not even smoking all far too gay 
And I mean that in the very best way
That you're supposed to use it nowadays 

Ladies and gents I don’t know the answer
We need 4 ill raised scally’s 
Not sixteen shit dancers 

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish. 

Tell me, folks, what's your recipe? (grilled cheese)
First, dump creativity. (Yes please)
Make it bland for all the sheep
who walk blind through life, superficially. (Not deep)
Take their voice, give 'em words to speak  (thought free)
nor a choice but to hit repeat. ( bought three)
Prey on them 'cause their minds are weak, 
and likely to fork out about a g per seat, (fuck me)
buy your merch, wear it in the street. (ok)
Advertise your shit for free. (No way)
To feel a sense of community
though nothing you say, play or do is unique.  (Per say) 

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish. 

Over saturation splitting at the seams
Radio rubbish just don’t appeal to me
Shiny shit, opium for the masses
Not about tunes 
Just folks shaking asses
It’s gone too far to save
Sgt pepper and the walrus turning in their graves 

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

scallies (with Isaac and the Apple)

Hey… Hope all is well wherever you are. Happy Winter Solstice, Holidays, or whatever you may be up to. Thanks to all those who listened to the song I briefly posted then deleted yesterday. It had to go.  So I did this jam for my friend Joe, who died 8 years ago. Never got to say goodbye. He was always down on his luck, but somehow found something to laugh about. He knew I was a musician, so he'd leave phone messages with him banging on a chair like it was a drum as he laughed his ass off. He called me Wild Man. I basically just played some loud distorted slide on this, doing my own thing… with a ton of feedback. My music often gets loud and angsty when I am working through tough stuff in my life. So this is mostly cathartic noise. I really didn’t want to sing anything as I was pretty grumpy at the time. Feel like I should redo this with more lyrics and less distortion, when I am in a better mood. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Joe.......

Children of the World

You're So Vain (Relaxing 'Campfire Version', inspired by Carly Simon)

Tomorrow I'll Be Gone (Off The Cuff Recording)

Hey. I am a late bloomer musically. Initially I started on acoustic guitar, then within the last 4 years: Banjo, slide guitar, dobro, recorder, harmonica and singing.  Most of my songs are rough, unpolished, unpracticed, recordings made on an old laptop. Thank you for the love and support, the insights and ideas, the camaraderie and fellowship, Lammbone

As The Crow Flies

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