... and there are far too few humans who have a chance to preserve a bittiness of the childrens way of expressing ...

One a month with your little girl on SC is all we ask. Have her draw some artwork for the image on the track..

making us all smile Martin.  More from you and Hannah please:))

A collection of musical tales that reflect the beauty and fragility of our shared human story. The nine originals, along with one cover-song, cross centuries of time and run the gamut from deeply personal to almost mythic. Full acoustic sounds add innovative colors to the traditional palette. Unusual subject matter ranging from her own memories, to 16th-century Ireland, even all the way back to the Pleistocene. Beautifully produced and full of surprises.  

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06 Withered and Died

Appears on my album "Wrapped In Darkness":
https://silentloverecords.bandcamp.com/album/wrapped-in-darkness

photo by Elseh
www.flickr.com/photos/187686180@N02

A Broken Soul (Even If You Were A Beauty)

Vocal music & Lyrics by REKHA https://soundcloud.com/rekha-iyern-fe
Music & all instruments, production by Jan Schonander @thegats

FELINE FEVER

You are my prized possession
My one and only obsession
I'm never gonna give you up
Give you up
Oh-No not me
No-No

You are my true desire
My boy flamin' fire
You're the only one who brings on
This high feline-fever in me

And when the lights go down at night
I'm gonna put my naughty on strong
Well it's what you want
I'm gonna make you sweat
Til' you can't sweat no more

Cuz' Y-O-U Baby
Are makin' me wild and crazy
You know how to turn your woman on
Without even tryin'

Cuz' Y-O-U Honey
Are makin' me wild and crazy
Your boy flamin'-fire 
Turns me right on
So goo-ood

It's in the way you walk
It's in the way you talk
Ahn, it's in the way you dress 
You know it messes with my head
It messes with my head

It's in the way you look at me
Gazin' all so prettily
Baby you're turnin' it on
You're turnin' it ah-on
Wo-Oh...Oh

You are my Baby
I need you to make me wild and
Wild and crazy Baby, Darlin', Honey Bun

Cuz' Y-O-U Baby
Are makin me wild and crazy
You know how to turn your woman on 
Without even tryin' now

Feline Fever

Feline Fever | REKHA & TheGat(s)

found this one lurking in the corner of a file... & gave it a polish
Rob Bartholemew sax
Nicole bvs

Trouble

Maravilla voraz
En el mundo hay basuras que parecen no oler mal
Manifiestan su frescura para poder disimular
Podrías no creerlo si te lo contará
Podrías no olerlo si estuviera en tu cara

Su crecimiento fue poco normal
Pocos fueron listos para poder disimular
Ocultaron la violencia que solían ejercer
Ahora disimulan ser alguien de bien

Aprendieron lo que es moralmente aceptable
Aprendieron como ser una persona agradable
Saben lo que está bien pero no por sentimiento
No son personas de fiar no sienten remordimiento

No es su culpa ser así
fallos hay en sus cerebros
Hacer un animal sufrir
Parte de su crecimiento
Controlar su impulsividad
Los hace seres peligrosos
El poder planificar
Un crimen horroroso 

Es un arte el manipular
Con las palabras poder jugar
Sabiendo como tirar labia
Decir las mentiras necesarias 

Parecer un hombre ejemplar
Muy pocos enfermos lo pueden lograr
Nadie creería que fuera el culpable
De las noticias desagradables 

Podrían estar entre nosotros
Podrían ser hombres poderosos
Culpables del sufrimiento
Escritores de este cruel cuento

Ravenous wonder

In the world there are garbage that seem not to smell bad
They show their freshness to be able to hide
You might not believe it if i will tell you
You might not smell it if it was on your face

their growth was unusual
Few were ready to disguise
They hid the violence they used to exert
Now they pretend to be someone of good

They learned what is morally acceptable
They learned how to be a nice person
They know what is right but not by feeling
They are not to be trusted, they do not feel remorse

It's not their fault to be like this
flaws in their brains
Make an animal suffer
Part of their growth
Control their impulsiveness
Makes them dangerous beings
The power to plan
A hideous crime

It is an art to manipulate
With the words to be able to play
Knowing how to throw lip
Tell the necessary lies

Look like an exemplary man
Very few patients can do it
No one would believe that I was the culprit
From the unpleasant news

Could be between us
They could be powerful men
Guilty of suffering
Writers of this cruel tale

Maravilla voraz - Ravenous wonder

Special Cecilia's acapella vocals given a psych dub backing.
Indie-pop-lofi-drum-groove by WeazelBeats from Looperman - many thanks!
https://www.looperman.com/loops/genres/free-lo-fi-loops-samples-sounds-wavs-download

Rebound - Special Cecilia Collab

Hannah's Song (Impro with my 3yo daughter)

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doodoodada

Doodoodada

New groove track with Daniele Turani!!! @DanieleTurani
He did some awesome guitar & drumwork on this one!!!

Daniele Turani - guitars, drumprogramming & production
Mirko Borach - bass

© 2020 Daniele Turani/Mirko Borach
All rights reserved

Groove Dog (feat. Daniele Turani)

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

Cold Turkey Run

Welcome! If you stick around a bit, you'll find some sketchy sketches of a looping guitarist, interested in minimal music, jazz, fusion etc.
 
I wish I would have thought of saying the following about me, but it was Robert Fripp, and he seems to have had himself in mind: “Music so wishes to be heard that it sometimes calls on unlikely characters to give it voice.”

Oh, and you might wonder why I call my sketches "meta-music". Well, since I am always inspired by others,  I think of my improvisations as music *about other music*, thus meta-music.

Hannah's Song (Impro with my 3yo daughter)

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