Name: America by Paul Maurice Roche, Composer
Duration: 2 min 24 s
Description: I hope my lasting love for America (and all things American) finds expression in this piece.

This American finds your music very beautiful.

How lovely. How evocative. May these sounds somehow heal my country. We need that badly.

Music by Daniel Gómez & Val Akey.
All guitars (leads, rhythms, bass) played by Daniel Gómez. @danielgoram
Drums and keyboards programming / mixing and mastering by Val Akey. @valakey
Release date: 23 March 2021

The Call Of The Priests

The message in this song is that there is strength in numbers, one voice by itself may not be heard, but a million voices must be heard. One raindrop by itself is lost but when million come together they form the mighty seas. I wanted to get a live feel from this song so i recorded the vocal and the guitar live in 1 take on my Zoom X5 then transferred the WAV file to the DAW where i put in some atmospheric voice synth, some acoustic Bass and some percussion. its one of the longest songs i have recorded as i generally believe that most people won't listen more than 3 minutes but hopefully there is enough in here to keep interest,  i really hope you like it and to help here are the words.


One voice in the wilderness, 
one raindrop falls from the sky 
One soul lost in the darkness,
 One tear drop falls from an eye 

Two voices join together and sing in harmony 
Two raindrops join together help to form  the sea 
Two souls finds each other floating in the sky 
Two tear drops fall together as somebody starts to cry 

3 voices shout for freedom all for one and one for all 
3 Raindrops turn to snow drops as they gently fall 
3 souls on the ground fell the gentle Snow 
3 tears freeze like icicles on the world below 

4 voices sound so beautiful as they together sing 
4 raindrops paly a magic scale as the church bells ring 
4 souls move together in perfect harmony 
4 tear drops cry for you and for me 

5 voices become a quire voices of all pitches 
5 Rains drops fall and form a stream running in the ditches 
5 souls join together to become a might forces 
5 tear drop fall full of remorse

Together we are  Stronger (There's strength in numbers)

Evening Blues (instrumental version)

I am ME, and I am You-min. Anything else within these two lines is simply... All Good. 

Making up boxes, no matter how one frames it, is just prop-a-gating the same ole' divisive cracks under a fresh coat of bad faith-paint. So stop marking up tribal bounds, and instead, let's all BOND within the only Spectrum that should really matter: this gorgeous You-n-I-verse that we all share.

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LYRICS

How do you grope about
with eyes popped wide when there's no view 
of what stretches behind the salt suss-pression of 
your sticky-sweater skin?

Do fingers ball up, full exploratory-like
Flail away in fistfuls
Fuzzy flurry of Punch & Ply
Do digits dance delicate 'twixt the dunes
to dowse what fiery diary swells within?

***

Why do we trope around
Big Lies plopped down wide open, peer-review
a spectrum skew molded by-the-bi trap within?

Genitalia vibrant stroke impressions
Hexadex or Binary, veiled hue expression
'Box be box' in spite of facets or dimension --
it still walls us in...

***

What makes a fellah-fellah
...stakes a sistah-sistah
...slakes a mallow-yellow
...wakes a mistah
Whoda howda whyda focus on special 
kindsa tribal lines and gloves?

What fakes a feelah-feelah
...cakes a mistah-sistah
...shakes a twistah-listah
...breaks a blistah
why wouldn't ya want an all-encompassing 
kinda it's-all-good full life to love?

***

Why do the hokey-pocus
...lose the larger focus
...choose the lie that chokes us
...rue the roost with spose-dahs?

You R you N you Are you-min
time to toss the tribes
and share one

LOVE

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Gro(w)ping Thru The F(l)og

Lyrics:
This crawl space is a little tight,
As everything surrounds me at night.
It isn't right the way I'm packed away, not on ice.
I try to be real quiet,
but I guess I woke the giant,
I couldn't help it.
And now the sky is angry with me.
I don't see,
it's far too dark for sight.
Crawling isn't for me,
I'd much rather fly away.
I try to be on time.
I lost track of myself somewhere,
I could not help it.
And everyone seems to be gone.
Just in case you didn't hear, me.
I'll try to be ever more clear.
Can't see my face but I'm down here.
Heavily insulated crawl space,
what will I do?
Some day I will find my way.

Crawl Space

This is a song that was written by the very talented Artur (Surfers Like Us), who is a surf rock master, and delivered to us in the form of a guitar track. Josh (Entheogenic Psychonaught) enjoyed adding the psychedelic, yet foundational four string fretless bass. Ken (K2 and the Three and K2 and the Four) boosted the energy level of the song when he blew our minds with his driving drums. JJ (J.J. Terrell) added the wild, dynamic organ you hear throughout. Tez (Llanpsych) brought lightning down from the sky in the solo over the third section. And last, but certainly not least, Stephen (TexMex Shaman) laid down the mind-bending guitar solos over the first two sections. He also produced and mixed it, with a little help from Ken. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as our Eclectic Collective enjoyed making it.

A Time Race-Eclectic Collective

How To Decide

Niður

I hope my lasting love for America (and all things American) finds expression in this piece.

America

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Charles-Valentin Alkan - Respectfully Prepared For Piano

Symphony for Solo Piano - 1st Movement - Allegro moderato

Symphony For Solo Piano - 1st Movement - Allegro Moderato - Charles-Valentin Alkan

Piano mostly. Original compositions.
Paul Maurice Roche,
Leamington Spa, United Kingdom.

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