real cool romantic mythological concept twist! great lyrics and great fun acoustic vibe, dig the wind instrument, stay warm!

Great song …… soulful vocals and intense, mysterious lyrics - mythology and first love ……. an intriguing combination.

I don't know why the recorder seems to work so well here but it does! and can't go wrong with that crunchy slide guitar...

Channeling some Beefheart here. Absolutely mythological!! Love the imagery, the raw passion that dances with the recorder! Hypnotic and carnal blend that boils!

Interesting hook. Nice Roky Erickson vibe and love the addition of the flute trilling to fit the theme

Always love your style and delivery, man. Hope your summer was great. Look forward to hearing and reading more. :)

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

Well i wrote this song for the Rolling Stones if they should ever get around to listening to it,  i have always been a big fan so i decided to mix a bit of Gospel, a bit of Blues and Hey presto a new song for Mick and Keith. In true Keith Richard tradition i took my Bass E string off and tuned the guitar to key of G. The main guitar is the Bridge pick up on the Les Paul giving a nice rounded sound and the lead is the bridge pick up more giving a more trebly and cutting through the mix a bit. No processing all clean as they sound. My vocals have a bit of Saturation and distortion and Compression to give me that bluesy sound, hope you'll like it and Mick & Keith if your out there let me know how i did..

Written by Johnny Mc Farlane for the Rolling Stones.

Wash My Soul in the River

IN A DOORWAY
IN THE SHADOWS
AS THE RAIN MUTES
THE NEON SIGNS


HANDS IN POCKETS
OF A SLICKER
MIDNIGHT STRAGGLERS
MEANDER BY

HOLLOW PROMISE
REMINISENCE
LIKE AN ARCING
ELECTRIC LINE

4:00 IN THE MORNIN’
SHE’S AT THE AFTERPARTY
NO ONE IS WARNIN’
SHE SHOULDN’T LEAVE ALONE, NO…

EVERLASTING
I DON’T THINK SO
EVERY BARGAIN
WILL BE BETRAYED

JESUS TOLD ME
I AM SPECIAL
CLOCK IS TICKING
IT’S JUDGEMENT DAY

FADE TO BLACK
SHE’S NOT COMING BACK

FADE TO BLACK
A FRESH MANIAC

Thanks to Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisley-Paisley, and Wheelwright for consultations various.

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Beautiful Nightmare

Tranquilita / Paploviante 2023
Vocals: Mechi from Ghosthack www.Ghosthack.de
Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Lyrics:
Mechi - Tranquilita
Si pa mi lo quiero yo solita
No estoy pa’ jugar, ser tu mistress
Sino nos vimo’ hasta la vista
Y me voy tra tra tra tranquillita

Tra tra tra tranquillita
Sigo tra tra tra tranquillita
Tra tra tra tranquillita
Chillin tra tra tra

Que a mi me respetas yo soy una estrella
Pa mi y pa las mias tragos y botellas

Me han buscado toa la vida
que no ves
que no ves
Yo reparto vitamina
pa tener pa tener
En la cama y si me rinde pa después
en el piso y luego contra la pared

Si pa mi lo quiero yo solita
No estoy pa’ jugar, ser tu mistress
Sino nos vimo’ hasta la vista
Y me voy tra tra tra tranquillita

Tra tra tra tranquillita
Sigo tra tra tra tranquillita
Tra tra tra tranquillita
Chillin tra tra tra

Que no ves yo no ando buscando dinero
Money la tengo toa la vista eso no es lo que quiero
Ey
Primero, Déjame mostrarte lo que quiero

Tra tra tra tranquillita
Sigo tra tra tra tranquillita
Tra tra tra tranquillita
Chillin tra tra tra

Tranquilita - Paploviante

Hey… how’s it going on your end of SoundCloud? Winter’s been holding on tight here, with cold weather and plenty of snow on the ground. Nothing like what is happening right now in the mountains of CA though. With the cold weather, I got a chance to record a new song. It has a mythological theme, loosely based on the snaky haired Medusa. I am probably the only (male) musician to have gazed into her eyes and was not turned into stone. So I had to sing this tale. A little backstory… This ties into a teenage memory of my first crush, because she had a dark, powerful mystique. I called her a snake goddess. (That did not go well.) You can see where I am going with this….. haha. Freud had a field day in his psychological analysis of Medusa in Das Medusenhaupt… but this song is more of a romantic love song in its interpretations, as you will hear in the lyrics and by listening to my enchanted recorder playing as I charm the sacred snakes in Medusa’s hair. I believe that is a first: Haha.  And let’s not forget the poetically romantic implications of the first kiss… OK, hope you like this song. And glad you dropped by. Mark

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Snakes In Her Hair

Guitar quartet. Made during an unexpected bout of sobriety.

First Night Clean

Gaming music Final Fantasy X-2
Song: Kuon Hikari To Nami No Kioku / Memories of Waves and Light
Composed and arranged by Takahito Eguchi and Noriko Matsueda.
In a version from Oddrun Eikli and Debra Buesking
Poem: by Emily Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848)
Vocal:  @oddrun-eikli
Piano: Debra Buesking


Love and Friendship
BY EMILY BRONTË
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

Love and Friendship. Oddrun Eikli and Debra Buesking

It always amazes me how the simple sharing of a guitar idea can become a full-fledged song in the hands of master-producer Seagull @farout-music-studio.  He enlisted the help of Madame Snowflake for the vocal and lyric theme of the song "Don't Be Afraid" adding his own special touches to the mix.  But it first started out as a love song from Godin, a guitar with a unique and beautiful nylon-string voice.
"Don't Be Afraid" (for Lauren)
by Snowflake
2014 - Licensed under
Creative Commons
Attribution Noncommercial (3.0)

Standing close to your bedside
Hoping, watching your breath rise
Stay here hold to your
Faith dear
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Your room flooded with white light
You’ve one foot in and one taking flight
Stay here hold to your
Faith dear
Don’t be afraid dear
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid
Strong yet fragile
Like an angel
Waiting gracefully
For her wings
Now, ah
Holding your hand, praying to understand
A higher plan
Stay here hold to your
Faith dear
Don’t be afraid dear
Don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid

Love From Godin, Don't Be Afraid (Seagull, David, and featuring Snowflake)

Hey. I am a late bloomer musically. Initially I started on acoustic guitar, then within the last 4 years: Banjo, slide guitar, dobro, 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

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