Mix Tape 4

A     116

Related tracks: You Will Find It

Related tracks: Rooted

Related tracks: Sound Of Memory. Oddrun Eikli & Debra Buesking

Family Friendship

A song about Popcorn and Coffee, because it's easy to make. Featuring Mr Barry Spears on guitar.

Popcorn And Coffee

Ever felt like life is passing you by?

You're just crossing off the days?

Ticking down the time?
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Ticking

Ticking down the time.
Nowhere at the speed of light,
Nothing in my mind.
A dream of futures past.
Precious in my heart,
But it never came to pass.
Rearranged all my drawers of memory's worn out socks,
Corrected all my broken lifetime's kitchen clocks.
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Backwards at the speed of life,
Burdened in my mind.
Who stole it all away?
The clarity of thought
That defined me yesterday.
Dusted all the volumes on my memory's shelf,
Time-lapsed photographic of my former self.
Just ticking down the time.

Tomorrow calls in shades of black,
I swear these walls are staring back,
We waltz our falls in spiral mime,
Just ticking down the time.

Ticking down the time.
Lights out on the road ahead,
Fog come down behind.
Ready to anoint
The corpse of a life history
Shrivelled to a point.
JPEG'd out the detail of the smiling years,
Algorithmically compressed into this room of tears,
Where I'm just ticking down the time.
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Photo by Charles Deluvio on Unsplash

Ticking

And oh, life goes way too fast - I look to the past and all i see is you
and you were my shining star - better than the last - I better watch my breath
its fading fast - I know that you are here but you seem to disappear in all of my despair - I die again
I have to face the truth - that everything I am I am because of you
and you I know you feel it too cause everything that we've become we've never come undone
And oh this alcohol is killing me - sometimes i drink so much I cannot see - and you never bat an eye - stand by my side - no matter how rocky the ride 
and oh --- I know that your are here but you seem to disappear in all of my despair - I die again 
and I have to face the truth - that everything I am I am because of you - and you I know you feel it tooo- cause everything that we've become we've never come undone
remembering  when life was oh so simple back in the days
now I spend all my nights looking down at your grave 
its oh so dark and desolate this hell blowing in my face
I need you to have my back just one more time
and oh I know that you are not here but you seem to reappear in all of my despair I die again
and I have to face the truth that every thing I am I am because of you

Because of you (I die again)

where would we bee without the honeybee,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,cheers for having a listen

Honeybee

It Is What It Is

Blue

Words/Music by Netta&McGill
Available on Spotify, YouTube, iTunes and other music streaming platforms

Thank you for stopping by and listening
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Where to go 
When you’ve been so many places?
Where to stay 
When everywhere is home

Who to greet 
With these all familiar faces?
Staying put
Even though you want to roam

Oh you will find it - Ooooooo
Surely you’ll find it - Ooooooo

What to pack 
With limited possessions?
What to drive
The key lost long ago

How to pinpoint 
Where are your dear obsessions?
Never lost 
Even though the signs won’t show

Oh, you will find it - Oooooo
Surely you’ll find it - Oooooo

What to fear 
When you were never harmed
Who to trust 
When deceit is yet unknown

Who to love
When already you are charmed
You will see
You won’t question, you will know

Oh, you will find it - Oooooo
Surely you’ll find it - Oooooo

You Will Find It

I’m not the kind of guy who wants to settle down.
I’m not the kind of guy who wants to stick around.
But when you call my name asking me to come
I run and I run and I run straight back to you.  I run and I run and I run.

I’m trying not to let you carry out your plan.
To turn me into a domesticated man
But when you call my name asking me to come
I run and I run and I run straight back to you.  I run and I run and I run.

I was just another fish swimming in the sea.
The you reeled me in an made a meal of me.
I was a like dog with no home who was running wild all alone
I was living my life wild and free and like animal control you came and captured me.
Now you’ve got you in your shelter and you’re taking good care of me. 
Your passion makes me swelter but sometimes I wanna be free. 

I’ll be your private Casanova tonight.
I’ll do and say all the things that will make you feel just right.
But when you call my name asking me to come
I’ll run and I’ll run, and I’ll run straight back to you.  I’ll run and I’ll run and I’ll run.

3 Miles.

(-- - -- -  À écouter avant le 1er chapitre  -- - -- - )
(--------  To be listened to before chapter 1   ---------)

Histoire d'une invention - - - Prélude to the Story

Written by Novelli/Ruffolo
 
Rooted: 

The needle tears a hole
Please don't let me go
I didn't say goodbye
Now my heart is broken

The soul has to break
I hear you call my name
A ghost or just my pain
Now my heart is broken

Things never stay the same
They're always meant to change
Its over now
Now my heart has broken

Rooted

Torn (Guitar - Cover)

"Until The End Of Time"

Original Song and lyrics by Linda Straub

I want to sing you a love song,
but your face is masked  in pain,
so I'll just sit here by your side,
and let you sleep and rest again. 

I look at you and watch you breathing,
then reach out and hold your hand.
I picture you as you used to be,
strong, full of life, my loving man. 

It's hard to feel this helpless,
when I want to sweep your pain away.
All I can do is be by your side
as you slip further away each day.

All the wonderful times we've shared
are memories flooding my mind,
each one fills my soul with gladness,
for the joy we've had throughout our lives.


Sleep my darling, for when you wake,
I'll be here, steadfast by your side,
for I am your woman,
until the end of time,

for I am your woman,
until the end of time.





Until The End Of Time (Original)-

A country style duet set to a reggae song backing.

Mountain

MODERN TIMES feat. IPG1 & Paploviante
IPG1: Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/modern-times-vocals-150-bpm
Paploviante: E Bass
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle
Lillithe: Backing Track, Arrangement and Production

Modern Times feat. IPG1 & Paploviante

L'amitié ravitaille le coeur, nous comble de joie, d'espoir.
Le plus grand bonheur c'est la rencontre dans la paix.
La force de l'amitié n'a pas de différence, ni de frontière.
Une famille, la santé, des amis, tout ce qui compte dans la vie.

Indie rock demo

Dedicated in loving memory to our mothers.
Thank you dear Oddrun for gracing my music with your magic.

Poem: Emily Jane Brontë
Music Oddrun Eikli and Debra Buesking
Vocals: @oddrun-eikli
Piano: Debra Buesking
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth
cover design: Debra Buesking.


IN MEMORY 

Blessed be Thou for all the joy
My soul has felt to-day!
O let its memory stay with me
And never pass away!


I was alone, for those I loved
Were far away from me;
The sun shone on the withered grass,
The wind blew fresh and free.


Was it the smile of early spring
That made my bosom glow?
'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind
Could raise my spirit so.


Was it some feeling of delight,
All vague and undefined?
No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong,
Expanding in my mind!


Was it a sanguine view of life
And all its transient bliss—
A hope of bright prosperity?
O no, it was not this!

Sound Of Memory. Oddrun Eikli & Debra Buesking

Legacy.

Douce créature aux multiples facettes,
Tu es la mère, la soeur, l'amie fidèle,
Tu portes en toi la vie, la passion, l'amour,
Toujours là pour consoler.

3 Woman We Are

Music:  PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocal:  Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: PJ Project

Lyrics:

When she was a little girl her daddy was the one
That she adored and looked up to
He taught her so much, they played in the sun
He was the king in her life..

She grew older
Her daddy's heart grew colder
He was no longer her king..
And all she could see was a thorn
In her faded memory

When she was fourteen her mother told her
Your daddy is not your real dad..
It broke her heart, she lost her king
She became angry and sad

She grew older
Her daddy's heart grew colder
He was no longer her king..
And all she could see was a thorn
In her faded memory

While time passed, and she moved on
Her faded memory returns..
It didn't feel painful
No longer a thorn
But her daddy's heart was gone..

While she grew older
Her daddy's heart grew colder
And he was no longer her king..
But now she can see her king
In her faded memory...

Her Faded Memory  W/PJ Project

Ton regard éclaire le monde de ta sagesse,
Tu portes en toi la vie, la passion, l'amour,
Tu es le pilier sur lequel repose le jour,
Que ton chemin soit parsemé de bonheur et de succès.

4 Woman We Are

Recorded live in San Jose, Ca.  Featuring Flute solo. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Acoustic piano Rhythm. Fender Electric Bass. Drum solo...Pepe Sabino who played drums and unleashed his ability to unload. Unfortunately Pepe passed away recently.

Groovin

Flute Drone

06/26/2024

Our Love

'Windrush' An intended soundtrack for a yet to be made documentary on the Imigration, (which was often "forced" or "coerced") by the British govenment of the mainly Jamaican population over to England after the 2nd world war in 1948.
The HMT Empire Windrush was the ship used to carry these 1027 West Indians, who were later housed in often abominable conditions, including unused underground stations. They were sent out to service type jobs for a pittance in pay and more or less used as "slave" labour.
This is my tribute to these extremely proud people, many of whom I have met over the years, whilst living in London. All of them I remember with fondness.

A Cupboardful Of Hats

Windrush

The monotonous hum of the tumble dryer inspired me; it should convey a feeling of well-being and relaxation

tumble dryer´s second life

Dancing at the End of Time. ( Stevek )


I am drawn to folk, blues, soft rock, and country music, new and old. I love songs that tell a story, especially the Irish, English, and Scottish ballads of long ago because their stories are often timeless, and most everyone at any time can relate to. 
 
I also am a pastel painter and find being able to express universal emotions through my art, as well as writing lyrics and putting them to music that I can sing and play on my guitar or ukelele so rewarding and comforting.

Memories of people, places, and events throughout my life influence the songs I write.



