Fantastic story  and killer  arrangement !!!!

Len, it's great! it is a time machine that takes the listener to an era that, unfortunately, has gone forever...

such a complex and well wrought composition - every detail is diamond clear, harmonius and a critical part of the machine - respect!

cool work, reminds me a bit of Jethro Tull at the end

Read the story, the music is perfect, very nice work!

Lyrics by Elizabeth Petty 2/20/22
Music by Kate Stanton 2/20/22

An Orchid Waits (Feat. lyrics by Liz Petty)

The 12th EP of "past is the verse"

-Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/album/6gPws8JZrV3K0vVPqgM9uK

-Apple Music
https://music.apple.com/us/album/1638301694

-Amazon Music
https://music.amazon.co.jp/albums/B0B8S1WLGP

-bandcamp
https://pastverse.bandcamp.com/track/endlessly

Endlessly

Download

Noodling around with a little repeat phrase on a felt piano, it decided it wanted to be this.

Passage

Angels In The Forest

The October 2022 DIAMC writing prompt was about displacement, taking a character either fictional or real and putting them into an alternative reality. I imagined a world where Little Red was all grown up and off to the bright lights and big city, in search of Mr Wolf.

Demo, recorded in the spare bedroom of our holiday cottage in Ackergill.



Little Red

Little Red she’s grown up proper
Little Red, nothing’s going to stop her
She’s going to shine, like the moon
Mr Wolf, big man in the city
Mr Wolf sure likes them pretty
In for a surprise, Mr Wolf
You’d better watch that back
Look both ways
She’s coming for her due
Little Red

Little Red, headed for the Hood
Telling Granny she is going to be good
She may be lying, but honest she’s trying
Little Red steps into his bar
Mr Wolf greets her with a snarl
“Hrrrrrrrr, Babe, you’re looking swell”
Little Red flicks back long hair
Walks by, ignoring his stare
“Make mine a double on the rocks 
And wipe that look, off your face,
I swapped out that blunt old axe,
For some Mace
And I’m not afraid to use it,
Don’t need a Woodcutter no more.”

Little Red, now she’s a star
Mr Wolf, he’s gone and bought her a car
And a house, and a yacht, and a ring
He fell under her spell
Little Red, she played him so well
But damn, that girl could sing
Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red

“Turned out there’d been a bit of a misunderstanding. Mr Wolf isn’t all bad, you know? Last I heard…he’d gone and bought Granny…a new condo”

Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red

"Turns out, it had all been a misunderstanding. Mr Wolf, well, he is all bad you know. In fact, the last I heard, he'd gone a bought Granny a new condo.

Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red

© S Barr 2022

Little Red - Demo

Original music by FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin, Art Work by me and my friend Boubou

C MIX Slow Ride 2023

Poetry by Claude McKay
Vocals, vocal melody, poetry selection, arrangement: Nadia Selvaggi
Instrumental (composition), arrangement & mix by Brian Butts: https://soundcloud.com/brian-butts-565934842
Sax by Nigel Manning of The Windscale Blues Experiment: https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues

America
BY CLAUDE MCKAY (1921)
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

AMERICA by Brian Butts & Nadia Selvaggi (with The Windscale Blues Experiment)

En attendant ma nouvelle musique, demo guitar de ma track  "ISTREA"... pour les nouveaux  arrivés sur Sound Cloud et ceux qui auraient zapper ce titre.
le clip video sur YOUTUBE : https://youtu.be/zkIxDx1lcFY….. vidéo complète ici: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGnQys8AVao
Merci de prendre le temps de regarder.

-------------------------------------------------------------
While waiting for my new track, here is demo guitar  from ISTREA ...for newcomers to Sound Cloud and those who would have zapped this title.
 video clip on youtube: 
https://youtu.be/zkIxDx1lcFY
The full video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGnQys8AVao
Guitar & all instruments  by Dgé breton
If you have a few minutes, consider giving it a listen! 
Thank you

S.C 

ISTREA pour demo GUITAR 1

Melody for the voice, poem and voice: @oddrun-eikli:
Piano composition and pianos: Debra Buesking

Thank you dear Oddrun for this gift of music.  No REGRETS whatsoever about our friendship :)

Regrets.

Hear the whispers
Of the falling leaves
When I write the words
I will never speak
A few unspoken words
Appear like falling leaves

No heart would seek regret
But I hold its hand
And I will not forget
Sweet autumn fields
That lingers in my mind

A few unspoken words
Appears like falling leaves
At other times they wildly fly
Until they reach the sky

Regrets. Oddrun Eikli & Debra Buesking

A song about the golden age of steam trains. 
A 4-Star Commended Entry in the 'Adult Contemporary' category of the UK Songwriting Contest 2023.

A train is waiting at the station, waiting to take you for a ride,
All you have to do is buy a ticket, where you're going to you decide,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Long time ago there was the steam age, I just about remember when that was,
Travelling with my mum on a steam train, looking back that now seems very odd,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
You may recall the Flying Scotsman, it really was the train you couldn't beat,
Travelling up and down the west coast line, fireman generating steam and heat,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Riding on the Great Western Railway, it must have been quite a thrill,
Travelling through all the valleys, steaming up and down the hills,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
They call that the golden age of steam, it's hard to do anything but agree
The trains back then caused much pollution, but they were so magnificent to see,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Now we have the modern trains to go on, buy your ticket on your mobile phone,
All the trains are usually quite fast now, taking people to and from their homes,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
A train is waiting at the station, waiting to take you for a ride,
All you have to do is buy a ticket, where you're going to you decide,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Electric, diesel, inter-city express  ... and steam,
Inter-city express, inter-city express.

Inter-City Express

Inter-City Express (Graham Williams)

The Story of “Arachnid Spackle” (narrative prose) by Len Rice
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The spider stirs as hazy beams of warm sunlight stream through weathered panes making glitter of the dusty air.

Descending from the safety of the lofty web to explore the vast universe of the decaying Victorian home-

It ventures cautiously into the unknown with speed & stealthy stillness endeavoring to evade detection by enemy & prey.

Soon faced with a perilously wide expanse of bare wooden floor speed is its only option.

Nearing the safety of the opposite wall a fiendish cackle announces discovery by the most feared foe:  the old woman.

A frantic frenzy of sadistic stomping & striking with all at hand befalls the spider as it deftly dodges each blow on its way to the wall.

Halfway up with speed failing to elude the assailant it resorts to stillness as a rolled newspaper finds its target.

With a stifled scream the spider becomes a permanent part of the crumbling plaster wall.

 ~ 

Roused by their mother’s death cry her offspring begin to emerge from scores of spherical silken eggs to seek & avenge her fate.

Nourished by rage they grow overnight to gargantuan proportions instinctively forming bushido battalions at first light.

The sound of marching shifts her slumber from dream to drowsiness until daylight’s horrific horde makes wide her eyes.

In slippers, robe, & disbelief her retreat from revenge is soon blocked by back to wall.

Their steady advance becomes a focused fury of web spinning entombment.

With a suffocated scream the old woman becomes a permanent part of the crumbling plaster wall.

-

Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved

-

Arachnid Spackle (click HERE for horror story) 🕷

----------------- June 26, 2024 -----------------
Songs in various styles. I enjoy prog, world, metal, electronic, rock, funk, orchestral, jazz, synthpop, experimental, reggae, new wave, fusion, & more!

Arachnid Spackle (click HERE for horror story) 🕷

Len Rice- Music with Analog Synths

Recent comments

WalkingEars

C h r i s t i a n W a l s h

Bartosz Kozłowski

opacus13

Related tracks