great vocal delivery Mark man !! great musical depth and flow :))

Rare to hear such an articulate narrative about the dynamics of a relationship break-up, brought to life both by Rodolfo's sensational musicianship and your apposite, poignant vocal.  Truly a masterpiece!

wow! terrific song, great, exciting production. play on. (<:

Lee, great to hear some of the SC stalwarts are still around and making great music!

Always good lyrics and such a pleasant voice 🔝💚

The composition has a beautiful harmony. Fantastic arrangements in voice and instrumentation. The guitar solo is great. Really a beautiful work. Fantastic drums

would be nice to hear that live played by a band of 10:)

Kinda laid 80’s uk guitar with a rocker vibe

Again

Los bosques son desiertos ahora            Em-D
El sol es el fuego en la mañana 
Las caras se queman con el tiempo 
La salida está acá y no es tan lejos 

El viento deja de soplar                               Am-Em
Las llamas pueden aumentar 
Nunca más sentirás tanto frío 
Cuando todo sea un zumbido 

La noche no quiere terminar 
El día te puede despertar
No te abraces donde no hay nada 
Sí es tu sombra la única que llama 

El viento deja de soplar...

Tus castigos son tan caros
Y tus ojos el ocaso 
Está violeta tu piel ahí tirada 
Una mueca toda muerta y olvidada 

El viento deja de soplar...

CUANDO TODO SEA UN ZUMBIDO

Empty World by Jim Manser
mixed and produced by Russ sinfield 
taken from the forth-coming album Tales of generation x
2024
watch the music video on youtube
https://youtu.be/OeSaLV4wVV0?si=K_dXQc2Jhe2sBY3F

empty world

youtube

The High Life

Blomster

Skvattram in the wood
What made that awful sound?
La la la la la 
La la la la la
You ran home with your birds
La la la la la

Summertime, summertime
There is a question in the wind
Bright, white light
pressing your head to the ground
It´s hard to face such clarity
and not fall apart

You are a shapeshifter now
You are a shapeshifter now
Shapechanger now
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Summertime, summertime
There is a question in the wind
Bright, white light
pressing your head to the ground
It´s hard to face such clarity
and not fall

Skvattram in the wood
What made that awful sound?
You ran home with your birds
And that wasn´t cute

Skvattram in the wood
What made that awful sound?
You ran home with your birds
And that wasn´t cute

La la la la la 
La la la la la
You ran home with your birds
And that wasn´t cute
And that wasn´t cute
And that wasn´t cute

Blomster

Mark says,
"Making music with Rodolfo is always exciting and often a challenge, although I know we both find it stimulating, as we always aim to reach high and this post is no exception. This new song, started its gestation almost a year ago, instantly showed a lot of promise and since has been through many stages of exploration and rounds of problem-solving. The painfully blunt lyrics were initially inspired by a friend's brutal relationship break-up, but the final result is much heavier. I hope you find it moving rather than disturbing, I was trying to match the mood of Rod's deeply dramatic music."

Rodolfo says,
"I think it's a fantastic song and you've done an amazing job on both the story and the vocals, especially those tough lines. When I was writing it, I just felt like a modern blues with a techno vibe was taking shape. The final sound was defined by the story and those really dramatic, emotional lyrics. You might want to make it clear that it's a fictional story to avoid giving our friends heart attacks."

We appreciate all of the kind support that the Soundcloud community has given our collaborations. Thanks for listening and sharing your thoughts, Mark and Rodolfo

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix https://soundcloud.com/rplanes
Me - Vocals and lyrics

Moments of stress,
How did you deal with the rest?
All that is left of you and me,
Is wrecked.
How can we expect,
To go on when there’s nothing at all left?
 
…Left in the lurch,
You should have done more research.
I was truly never a safe bet for you…
For you could have made,
A much better match than you did with me.
 
Open your eyes,
I promise you won’t be surprised,
It’s been there before you,
All along, all of the way…
…Way before you had sensed,
That we had got it all so wrong by then.
 
Moments of stress,
All such a mess,
It’s anyone’s guess,
How it all went so wrong?
Moments of stress,
No more nor less,
Need I express,
How it all went so wrong?

Moments Of Stress - Continental Collision (by Rodolfo Planes/Mark J Bennett)

Paul McCartney wrote the song "Blackbird" for The Beatles.

Lyrics
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark, black night
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark, black night
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise....

BLACKBIRD

When I was in infant school my class was a ragbag bunch of scruffy working class urchins, self included.  National health glasses held together with band aids, hand-me-down clothes, bruises, jam sandwiches.  There was a kid in that class who was very quiet, often absent.  Good at reading.  Good at running.  Kept himself to himself.  Sat at the back, never made eye contact.  Never put his hand up.

Turns out he was very deaf and spending a lot of time in hospital with operations of various sorts.

When he was seven he was given a hearing aid - huge thing the size of a transistor radio that sat in his shirt pocket.  The story I heard was that when he first went home with it his mam took him for a walk down a country lane to try it out.  He was very upset that it was obviously broken - all sorts of odd scratching and buzzing noises.

They eventually realised that he was hearing insects for the first time.  

Imagine that.

Often wonder what became of him.
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Huge thanks to my two friends here: Paco for inspiring and driving this project with his wonderful music, and Oddrun for lifting my simple lyrical efforts to another level entirely.
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A Good Boy

A symphony of crushing silence 
Played his timpani of weathered clay
Under lowered eyes that cried defiance
He’d softly make his quiet way
A guiding star that burned with life, but ever failed to shine
Kept his distance, from afar, no avatar to hide behind
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their condescending, pitied way.

Inputs built of aural mud are clinically desensitised
Muffled whispers trundle under cobbled skies of grizzled grey
Dreams and aspirations that never could be realised
He’d tightly close his eyes and lightly kneel to pray
Social cripple loner ‘neath a joker’s plastic smiles
Silent rippled mannequin, cartoon audio spastic child
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their well meaning, hurtful way.

Flip the switch and hear the light
Bear witness to the revelation
A trip to day-sound from his silent night
Demolishing all his expectations
Sweet blushing kiss of angels’ eyes
One of them has turned the volume dial
To flush his muted domicile
And hear the crickets singing on the chamomile

So cast the light fine, on the deafened child’s mind
And let the sound shine as the clearest of days
A new world’s flight is leaving dark behind
Clarity rebound leads the way
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy…..

So swing the arc’s beam, bless the lonesome soul
Illumination wakes the inner self
Warmth of seemliness melts the cold
Communication taken off the shelf
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy …. He’s a good boy now.

A Good Boy:  MidiSound, Oddrun Eikli, 1234567890

This is new take on a song that Rodolfo and I first worked on 4 years ago. He had always imagined it with fine saxophone and great backing harmonies and now that Continental Collision has a wonderful pool of talent to draw on, that has become a reality, thanks to Ce Mastro and Georg Boehme's beautiful contributions.
The song has been given so much more feeling and emotion.
Thanks to them and Rodolfo for believing that we could succeed  and thanks to all of you for listening.

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix - @rplanes
Me - Vocals and additional lyrics
Javier Rolando - Original song lyrics
Ce Mastro - Backing vocals and chorus vocal arrangement - @cemastro
Georg Boehme - Sax solo and fills - @georg-boehme
Image (Caithness, Scotland): Courtesy of Douglas Corrance

A Stranger In Your Heart - Continental Collision featuring Ce Mastro & Georg Boehme

I don't know what I've done wrong?
I don't know why you have gone?
Though I hope some day,
When I whisper your name,
We'll be together.
But today's too soon.
When I think of you, I dream.
Yet still, I'm a stranger,
Yet still, I'm a stranger in your heart.

Sometimes I feel like a fool.
Never knowing whether you'll,
Give me hope some day,
Still I call your name.
We'll be together.
Is today too soon?
When I think of you, I dream.
No longer a stranger,
No longer a stranger in your heart.

A Stranger In Your Heart - Continental Collision (featuring Ce Mastro and Georg Boehme)

Wake up in the morning
With the dawn not far behind
Air raid sirens blaring most all of the time
Monkey in the tree swinging vine to vine
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

Life is pretty great
Got nothing to lament
Brown people lined up 'neath the exit sign
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

Brilliant sun in a brilliant sky
If the gun fire stops
I might go outside

Come on over and meet my girl
But keep your voice low
She still startles pretty easy
Why, I don't know
Got a bunch of little babies
Happy all the time
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

This was the land of the free
The home of the brave
Gave it all up for a lower price on eggs
Sometimes I miss voting
But I don't really mind
Got more money in my pocket 
Everything is fine

Brilliant sun in a brilliant sky
If the tide ever goes out
I might go outside

Wake up in the morning
Air raid sirens blaring most all the time
Monkey in the tree swinging vine to vine
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

Everything Is Fine

Thinkin' About You

Dear listener, Feel free to leave comments and I'll try to reply.

I've been making music for around 15 years now but because of the wonderfully generous community that is SC, I have learned so much in a short time. I look forward to learning even more by collaborating. 
I suppose my strengths are in lyric-writing and singing. I feel fortunate to have been able to work with some stunning compositions by some very talented SCers.

My very best to you, Mark

Some links to recent Continental Collision streaming sites, etc are available below:

Moments Of Stress - Continental Collision (by Rodolfo Planes/Mark J Bennett)

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