Excellent! Intriguing and original composition and soundscape!

'Tóg an Bealach Radhairc' means ‘Take the Scenic Route’...always the best option.
 
Finn: I plan to go back to my Irish routes more this year and created a simple backing track on Octave Mandolin & Tenor Banjo, but then ran out of ideas.  Doina took a listen and came up with this lovely uplifting tune. The song had a different name when we started out, but now it reminds me of driving along a coast road with the window open. Thank you Doina! 

Doina: Celtic music has been a part of my life for the past 12 years and I can't imagine my life without it. When I started to write and record, these violin tracks seemed too simple. And then Finn started working, mixing, adding tracks. What a journey. Thank you, Finn, for giving me the opportunity to be a puzzle piece in this big machinery called music!

Music: Doina & Finn
Doina Bora: Violins.
Finn Eces: Octave Mandolin, Tenor Banjo.
Birdsong, recorded at dawn in County Laois, Ireland.
Produced Finn Eces.

Tóg an Bealach Radhairc [Take the Scenic Route]

BB69 host's track featuring Hemanifezt BoomBap (vocals)
This track includes elements from Hip-Hop, Reggae and Alternative Rock...
As it was the game for BB69, I've used samples of my old tracks:
-Pesticide Toxicity
-Carbon Dioxide Emission
-Funky Moves

World Crack Up (ft. Hemanifezt)

Doctor Said

I’m tired of being the nice guy. I’m tired of being the fool.
I’m tired of doing the right thing. I’m tired of all these rules.
I’m tired of being a good sport. I’m tired of towing the line.
I’m tired of people taking from me what I thought was rightfully mine.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.
Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

I’m tired of all these advertisements telling me what I need.
I’m tired of people saying to me that I’m never goanna succeed.
I’m tired of listening to bad advice that I did not solicit.
I’m tired of people telling me that my behavior is illicit.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

I try to listen to my inner voice but the music’s always playing too loud.
I try to go my own way but I get lost in the crowd.
But the world keeps on turning and I don’t know where it’s trying to go.
And my heart, my heart keeps on yearning cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. 
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know. 
 Cause what I’m searching for I don’t know.

Tired

Sorry for the bad sound quality!

written by BeSinger 1990 formerly Common Ground

P. Brühl drums
K. Gätjen bass
S. Prigge keyboard
M. Szaguhn backvocals
A. Besinger guitar, vocals


Raindrops are knocking on my window
Teardrops fall and quietly hit the ground
Memories pass before my inner eye 
Ask me where you are
But don’t even know: where am I ?

I can’t take the future or bring back the past
Seems like we were not ever meant to last
I would wait for you for the rest of my life
Now  in my hand there is the knife

Uncertainty won’t kill you
I know the truth will do
And though the first should be the last
I can’t recall that this is true

Isn’t this a lovely day
It’s ideal for passing away

Isn’t this a lovely day
It’s ideal for passing away

I try to move with my back aginst the wall
I can ’t make a step, I am destined to fall
I try to hope you are held by love that raised.
My hands are tied
I am trapped in this maze

Common Ground

A Lovely Day - live 1990 - (remastered)

Available on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/0Wh6FNO6t6RedmU4XshVXz

Other streaming platforms:
https://emubands.ffm.to/depressedengineer


Lyrics:

When there’s nothing to do 
Absolutely nothing to do
I sit down
And wait
And wait

Hours turn to days 
And I fade away

I’m not moving at all
I’m watching the process, yes 
I’m not moving at all
You know that I’m a big mess

The clouds are hanging low 
over my head
I wish that I could touch em 
And swirl them all round

I spend my time on balcony 
whenever I have the time 
After this I go inside
and watch shit on the TV

I’m not moving
I’m watching the process, yes
I’m not moving at all
I’m learning from you boss

How does it feel, ooh 
How does it feel, ooh 
How does it feel

Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything

Depressed Engineer

English Folk Song dating back into the 1700's.

Early One Morning (Cover)

In-The-Picture

In - The - Picture

Together Again

Parmi les morceaux récents, tous magnifiques, de Larengonat, l'un d'eux, "Dissolution", m'a inspiré un texte;  Larengonat a accepté que je le chante pour  qu'on en fasse ensemble une nouvelle song, intitulée "le temps immobile" :je l'en remercie infiniment
 PAROLES
 Ce n'est pas le temps qui passe
 C'est nous qui passons dans le temps
Comme une comète entre deux âges
Comme une étoile, comme un mirage

Ce n'est pas le temps qui passe
 C'est nous qui passons dans le temps
Tête la première vers les désastres
Que créent nos pouvoirs impuissants
Comme une comète entre deux astres
 C'est nous qui passons dans le temps

Avec nos horloges, nos cadastres,
On croyait dominer le temps,
L'espace, la terre, la mer, le ciel
Et tout le grand chambardement
 Alors avant de se faire la belle,
 poussière d'étoile, salue le temps
________________________________________________________
Time is not passing
 We are the ones who pass through time
Like a comet between two ages
Like a star, like a mirage

Time is not passing
 We are the ones who pass through time
Head first on disasters
What do our powerless powers create
Like a comet between two stars
 We are the ones who pass through time

With our clocks, our cadastres,
We thought we dominated time,
Space, land, sea, sky
And all the great upheaval
 So before you make a big deal,
 stardust, greets the time

In - The - Picture

Lucza

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