Music- Finn Eces  
Doina-All Violins
Finn Eces-Guitars, octave mandolin, tenor banjo and tin whistles
Mixed by Finn & Doina

For all my cancer & chemo comrades in Limerick University Hospital and for Pat.

I started this piece a few years ago, and Doina was kind enough to write some beautiful violin parts for what is quite a simple chord progression really. I didn’t have lyrics and life events overtook writing music. I picked it up recently wanting to mark that life event, and an upcoming crossroad. 

More fantastic work from Doina here https://on.soundcloud.com/nnwFWWwW9ofaPd3z6

Come Sunshine Come Rain

São Thomé das Letras is a tribute to the mystical town of São Thomé das Letras, in Minas Gerais, Brazil. A place filled with cosmic energies, mysteries, and unlikely encounters — where love, friendship, and freedom call home. Long live São Thomé das Letras.

São Thomé das Letras

Last night I left from work beneath the starlit skies,
Saw the moon up there aglow,
São Thomé began to show,
Red or white wine flows,
Down the hill it goes,
I’ll be on the road,
Forget me, São Paulo,
I can’t take it anymore — thank God it’s Friday, love, I swore.

Wanna see the werewolf and Brigitte Bardot,
'Neath this crazy, lovely moon,
Wanna find you soon,
Give you all you crave,
'Til there’s none to save,
This hunger to behave —
Like lovers do, oh please…
I can’t take this burning need that cuts like knives, my love, release.

Tigers and deer, all walking side by side,
Everyone the same inside —
Rich or poor in stride,
Tall or thin with pride,
Black, albino, wide-eyed,
Even strange is dignified —
‘Cause I can’t take this anymore,
These small-souled people I abhor, my love, I swore…

By day my eyes embrace the goddess, Nature bright,
But when night descends in fire,
That's when hearts conspire,
I will climb that stone,
Burn my herb alone,
With my mind full-blown,
Watch the sunrise in complete awareness;
‘Cause I can’t take this world of violence, my love, such madness…

We are children, craving just to live,
Animals with lost instinct,
If I don’t die, I blink —
Kill or waste in sync,
Like cats and dogs on the brink —
I’m out, I want to breathe again and give.
For in this crazy life, what stays behind…
Is only what you’ve learned while still alive.

++++++++++PORTUGUES

São Thome das Letras é uma homenagem a cidade mística de São Thome das Letras, em Minas Gerais, Brasil. Uma cidade cheia de energias cósmicas, mistérios e encontros pouco prováveis, onde o amor, a amizade e a liberdade fazem morada. Viva São Thomé das Letras.

São Thomé das Letras
Ontem eu sai do trampo, sob a luz das estrelas;
Vi a lua lá brilhando;
São Thomé esperando;
Vinho tinto ou branco
Vai cair, barranco;
Vou sair andando;
São Paulo me esqueça;
Porque já não aguento mais, ainda bem que hoje sexta feira, meu amor.
Quero ver o lobisomem e a Brigitte Bardot;
Nessa lua louca e linda;
Encontrar você;
E te satisfazer;
Até não mais poder;
Essa necessidade de fazer, amor...Por favor...
Porque já não aguento mais, esse desejo que corrói a veia, meu amor...
Tigres e veados, todos caminhando em paz;
Todo mundo é parecido;
Seja pobre ou rico;
Alto, baixo ou fino;
Negro ou albino;
Ou até esquisito, tudo vale a pena;
Porque já não aguento mais, essa gente de alma tão pequena, meu amor...
De dia meus olhos contemplam a deusa Natureza;
De noite é que o bicho pega;
Vou subir na pedra;
Vou queimar minha erva;
Com a mente aberta;
Ver o sol nascer com toda consciência;
Porque já não aguento mais, pra que no mundo tanta violência, meu amor...
Somos crianças carentes de viver;
Somos animais sem faro;
Se eu não morro, mato;
Vivo no marasmo;
Feito cão e gato;
To caindo fora, quero mais viver;
Porque dessa vida louca, o que se leva realmente é o que se pode aprender...

São Thomé das Letras

Music by Nick Rangel.
©Nick Rangel 2025
From the album – Inconclusive

Green River

Original music by : fpmorinstudio/ Francois Pierre Morin musicians composer INDIE

PAST MIDWAY

some recent lyrics written with kind of street ballad in my head (german ‘moritat’) – pure, uncontrolled and intense. as usual it took well over a hundred of attempts (low-key!!!) and never-ending novels of prompts to get my AI-voice ‘carina’ close to my imaginations. anyway, at the end she delivered a challenging match. 

I didn’t have the chance to get a barrel organ for the final embedment (just used a reed one, accompanied by an erhu sound and other stuff), but I like the result very much because this song means a most personal topic to me.

©Hans-Michael Albers
lyrics, composition and production by hans-michael albers, 
vocal performance by suno 4.5

Oh kein Gott

Hat man dich jemals schrei‘n gehört
Gespürt, dass es dich schmerzt, entsetzt, verstört
Weil alles, was du einmal machtest
Ganz anders läuft, als du es dachtest

Gab‘s da mal Zeichen, die der Himmel schickte
Ein Schwert, das einer deiner Engel zückte
Spürtest du Verzweiflung, Sorgen, Nöte
Milliarden mal Millionen Gebete

Nicht ein Versucht, ein Leid zu drehen
Du lässt es einfach so geschehen
Du duldest schweigend all die kranken Köpfe 
Das Treiben deiner tödlichen Geschöpfe

Ist das ein Spiel für dauernde Verlierer
Sehende Puppen, blinde Führer
Hat sich darin ein großer Plan erfüllt 
Ist alles noch dein Ebenbild

Macht euch die Erde Untertan
Folgt Selbstgefälligkeit und Wahn
Nehmt was ihr wollt, ihr müsst nichts geben
Ihr habt ja nur dies eine Leben

Ist Schicksal, was passieren muss?
Gibt’s niemals einen guten Schluss?
So siehst du zu, ums wie es ist, zu lassen
Statt anzubeten, müsste man dich hassen

Oh, Oh, Oh, kein Gott
Oh, Oh, Oh, kein Gott
 
lyrics google translation 

Oh no god

Have you ever been heard screaming?
Felt that it hurts you, horrifies you, disturbs you?
Because everything you once did
Turns out completely differently than you thought it would

Were there ever signs sent from heaven?
A sword unsheathed by one of your angels?
Did you feel despair, worry, hardship?
Billions of millions of prayers?

Ever tried to turn a suffering around?
You just let it happen.
You silently tolerate all the sick minds.
The doings of your deadly creatures.

Is this a game for perpetual losers?
Seeing puppets, blind guides.
Has a great plan been fulfilled in this?
Is everything still in your image?

Subdue the earth.
Follow complacency and delusion.
Take what you want, you don't have to give anything.
You only have this one life.

Is fate what must happen?
Is there never a happy ending?
Are you just watching to let things be?
Instead of worshipping, people should hate you.

Oh, oh, oh, no God.
Oh, oh, oh, no God.


Oh kein Gott

Walpurgisnacht. Op.50. (2015)

drums by https://soundcloud.com/plex-auchta
vocals and guitar by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman)

compost the oligarchy

Jazz Quartet 05.07.25

"Oblivion" was originally composed for bandonéon, piano and bass, by Argentine composer Astor Piazzolla in 1982. I have fallen in love with his music and had to play my own arrangement. Here is a YouTube of the original: https://youtu.be/hLX1-0VFjwE?si=LyDwslnJIlL8vT_9

My sincere thanks to David Dunham for his generosity in mastering my track. @david-dunhamuser589535203
Original image courtesy of Kristin Snippe, Unsplash

Oblivion by Astor Piazzolla

Solitaire (guitar version)

With all that's going on, sometimes the heart just wants to flee to a place of innocence. Maybe we could meet there...

Jazz Quartet 05.07.25

Paul Maurice Roche | Composer