The Perpetual Recreation - ©2021

Ozymandias

YOUTUBE VIDEO => www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqEZlsn-yZ0

in memory of Urtzula & Achille

Official soundtrack of "The Secret Island: a Sardinian Journey" video game available for android and IOS =>
https://meet.google.com/osx-wgrb-vee

credits
released December 14, 2021
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The Void Without You

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitar played: Taylor 714 CE in DADGAD Tuning (all tuned down a half step and capo'd at the 7th fret.)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography

I wrote this his song imagining the days when travelling large distances by foot was normal and the hardship encountered by a traveller on a long journey when the winter weather closes in......
Lyrics:
The light was fading fast
A traveller far from home
Snow fell hard unyielding
Winter striking its blow

From far upon the hillside
He looked down on the valley below
Searching for a sign of 
Shelter from the cold 

Down there in the distance 
A glimpse of candle light
A window through the darkness 
On this bitter night

The prospect of a haven
On this lonely road
A simple roof and walls of stone
With shelter from the cold

Come inside, there’s safety now
There’s warmth here while you rest
There’s room there by the open fire
Beside the chimney breast

Here’s food to give you comfort
a warming cup to hold
Gather up your strength
While you have shelter from the cold

I know not how to thank you
There are no thanks to pay
The sun will rise tomorrow
And you’ll be on your way

Such kindness I shall ne’er forget
This story shall be told
A kind and gentle stranger 
Giving shelter from the cold

Shelter From The Cold

I've created a Synth version of this Chopin classical waltz, synthesizer arps, distorted phased viola and a solo muted soft piano create an eerie sequence …. This track works beautifully as a calming background or a beguiling vision of a hi-tech future.

Spotify

The Electric Waltz in A minor 17 Chopin

Suspirium (Thom Yorke cover)

My sincerest gratitude to Nick R. Davies for his amazing skills as a writer and novelist.

We left late in the night with all the other kids from the street.  It felt exciting and strange. Strange because Mama was scared and Tato wasn't with us. Mama said he needed to stay to make us safe like all the other fathers. She kept holding me into her and rubbing my back. The bus was cold and noisy, some of the children crying, some singing and shouting. We left Brovary in the pitch dark and once the bus quietened a little I looked out of the window for cars and lights,  but there were few. I counted bridges. I remember five but I was sleepy and couldn't be sure. Our journey seemed to last forever. Each time we stopped I would ask Mama whether we were close,  but I don't think she knew. She was checking her phone a lot, but I think Tato must have been busy. I talked to my doll when Mama wouldn't talk to me anymore.

We arrived in Lublin in the early morning.  It was snowing and there was a big crowd of people.  They gave us food and blankets. I couldn't understand what they were saying. I had a hot chocolate and cake before we were taken to a hotel.

When I heard Mama on the phone and then crying, I was frightened. She went to cry on her own in the bathroom and I was sad I couldn't help. I left the hotel and walked for miles. I found a bridge. There were only four more to find before I could get back to Tato. I started calling for him. Over and over and over..with each step into the dark cold night.

When Mama and her friends found me, I was still calling for Tato.  I told Mama there were only four more bridges. No dear, she said, crying and shaking..there were many more you didn't see..there are too many bridges to see Tato. Too many bridges now and for a long time.

29/March/2022

Too Many Bridges MAY GOD BLESS THE UKRAINIAN PEOPLE Text by Nick R. Davies

A feel-good tune driven by rhythms that are vibrant and lyrics and harmonies that paint a message of hope for us to fill in the ellipsis of life, the "dot-dot-dot" that is our moments of anticipatory optimism and choice.  Life Can Be... so... (choose life's descriptors for yourself, don't let others define you).

Available for free D/L at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons
Track 4 of the album Done So Many - 10 years of Wigmore Allen Gibbons

* note- the last note is a Keith plinking of the 24th fret high E 

Life Can Be 

Life can be… Life can be so… 
The further back that we look, the further forward we see 
A huge yearning for good, we got the capacity 
The fine line that we tread between silk and the twine 
A springboard into wine… 

Life can be…(a bit of a trial) 
Life can be… 
Life can be…(a bit of a trial) 
Life can be… 

We’re visitors to this time and space We’re only passing through… 
Inspire…least you expire 
Lion or gazelle you gotta keep your eyes open 
Call up the prophet and see what he thinks: 

Life can be…(a bit of a trial) 
Life can be…(beaten by your smile) 
Life can be…(a bit of a trial) 
Life can be…(beaten by your smile) 
Life can be so...so...so....so-oh.... ( beaten by your smile) 
Life can be…(a bit of a trial) 
Life can be…(beaten by your smile) 

Life Can Be... 
So...
Beautiful 

Wigmore: music, chorus vocals, lyrics, production 
Allen: guitars, bass, lead and backing vocals, additional lyrics,

Life Can Be...

St. Carolina

Looking out my window,
I see the sleepy sway of the grasses
Pass the pond's surface water  toward 
The reflection of the gray surface of the sky

Then ocre lillies penetrate my mood
And when I look down from my window 
There is a sleeping tree of pussy willow 
Pussy, caresser, pussy , caresser ,pussy caresser pussy willow 
I run downstairs , barefoot and I pick a
slender sliding staff of the willow and place
in vase not far from the fireplace ,a trick
to kindle desire (to bloom)
like my desire for you
not far from the fireplace

And I delicately caress their soft paws, as you would have caressed
me, if were here my love
The vision of you.... is forever in my mind
the vision of you is forever in my mind
I just need to, just need to, close my eyes
I've got to wait another lifetime it seems
until your back with me, 
In my, in my reality

Trickin' a Pussy Willow

Trickin' A Pussy Willow (Collab NOXPOX)

Where Is Peace

Can you remember those stories
That your father used to tell
About those horned devils
Rising up from Hell
In the seven rings of Hades
In the abode of the dead
Can we cross the lake of fire
To where the departed dwell

And we all seek redemption
Though we call it different things
To be borne into our Heaven
Upon an angels wings
Trailing clouds of glory
Are we such foolish things
When the noble savage brings his justice
To the deposed kings

Oh they lie and they lie again
Tell me where is peace
There is no children's lantern left
Shining in the East

and we have no regrets we say
Then how can we atone
For the caravan of sin
And all the evil we have done
We all have gods of some sort
And we pay them in the end
We best pay some attention
To what all these signs portend

Oh they lie etc

Can the wizards spin their spell for you
Bring forth your voodoo doll
Drink your drink and lift your voice
Within Valhalla's halls
We all are hollow humans
Bereft of divine joy
As we drag those empty ideals
Within the gates of Troy








Will there be transubstantiation 
Of nonsense into truth
Can we make up the things we believe in
And not ask for the proof
We all are crazy suckers
When it comes down in the end
We invested our souls in those Ponzi schemes
For some extra dividend

Oh they lie etc

Where Is Peace

English
“My Dream Is You (Guitar & Strings Version)” weaves together the intimate warmth of acoustic guitar with the rich, resonant fullness of the strings. Fingerpicked chords gently set the scene, while violins, viola, and cello respond in lush counterpoint—creating a dialogue of yearning and comfort. The result is a tapestry of sound that balances rustic intimacy with sweeping expansiveness, carrying you through waves of tender desire and hopeful resolve.

Deutsch
„My Dream Is You (Gitarre & Streicher Version)“ vereint die behagliche Wärme der Akustikgitarre mit der imposanten Klangfülle der Streicher. Zarte Fingerpicking-Akkorde eröffnen den Raum, in dem Geigen, Bratsche und Cello in üppigen Gegenparten erwidern – ein Klangdialog aus Sehnsucht und Geborgenheit. Entsteht ein vielschichtiges Klanggeflecht, das rustikale Intimität und filmische Weite vereint und dich auf Wogen zarter Begierde und hoffnungsvoller Entschlossenheit trägt.

My dream is you (Guitar & Strings Version)

Everything here is performed by me (and written by someone else). 

If you enjoy what I do, you might like to take a look at some of my music videos:
https://www.youtube.com/@nothings_thought_exists

Suspirium (Thom Yorke cover)

Nothing’s Existing Thought - COVERS