A collection of chilled, relaxing tracks by various Soundcloud artists that have a relaxing effect on the mind. With depth and goodiness. Like having chilled cake during a picknick by the lake on a beautiful summery day. With someone you love.

Mood Cake (chilled)

Mega Mix Tape 9

A collaboration between Noly Williams and Softlands.  

For more music by Noly Williams:  https://soundcloud.com/noly-williams

The Salt Room (Noly Williams and Softlands)

I sat on this song for several months.  I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.  Recently I gave a listen and I thought it sounded good.  So here it is.  Thumbs up or thumbs down?

Lyrics:
Violin


Chorus 1:
The violin is wonderful 
May sound so colorful

Verse 1:
It makes sound so intricate
Some think it is a sophisticate

Challenging it sure is
It’s so hard to be a wiz


Verse 2:
Changing keys can be challenging
But with a master it is dazzling

So many bow strokes to learn
But with practice one will burn

Violins

It Washes Over

Recorded on 4-29-23
On my iPhone 
Live at Cumbee Hall

Saw her again

Thought I saw her again last night
Dancing on the sand under twilight 
Her hips swaying like palm trees
Hair trailing through the breeze 
Sure it was her last night

Thought I saw her again last night 
Dancing down the beach through the starlight 
Gulls echo her past laughs
Waves crack like finger snaps 
Sure it was her last night

Only to enter empty rooms 
Where her cheap lilac perfume 
Is all that’s left behind

Thought I saw her again last night
Dancing on the sand beneath moonlight 
Winds whisper me her name
Years flood my eyes again
Sure it was her last night

Only to enter empty rooms 
Where her cheap lilac perfume 
Is all that’s left behind

saw her again

It will be a glorious day when everyone can return home.

To hell with Putin!

(This tune is downloadable.)

I compose in MIDI, using Logic Pro and sound libraries from EastWest.

© 2023 Rebecca Williams All rights reserved.

Going Home

Somehow, this never got posted here. So...here it is!

Tommy: bass
Falsestart: drums, lyrics, production
Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals

rest my head and fix my gaze
my mind is weary. the sleepy haze
still I try to visualize 
all the fading glory. these crazy days 

now it’s gone, how its flown by...

all these memories fade into dreams 
where they replay on private screens 
behind my eyelids, in between
reality or so it seems...

i’m too far gone…i’m swept away
now I can see it. my great escape
the sun beats down. we splash about
my heart goes racing. I can feel you now

again, you’re gone. no longer mine

all these dreams turn into memories 
and with the rest they always flee
and when I open up my eyes
you’re lost again, my lullaby...

Flyby Lullaby (Falsestart/QB Bills)

Life is rough, and your mind is busy with plans how to make it through the next day. Could you ever stop having the blues? Even as a musician? While jamming a boogie on piano, the phrase stuck in my head and I liked its ambiguity. I am overwhelmed how many people from all over the world joined the session and created an awesome rock'n'roll song. Everybody added their bit and we are very proud of the result. Thank you so much!

Nadine de Macedo (composition, arrangement, piano, solo, programming, production)
Berni Armstrong (vocals, lyrics, arrangement)
Alex Almirall (tenor saxophone, solo)
Jussi Nykänen (guitars, solo)
Andrew Russell (double bass)

Where to find us:
https://www.youtube.com/@nadinedemacedo
https://www.youtube.com/@berniarmstrong
http://www.alexalmirall.com/
https://ajrussell.ca

==== LYRICS ====
I’ve got not time to relax
no time for fun
Time is staring at me
down the barrel of its gun

No time to tie laces,
I’ve got slip on shoes
And worst of all
I’ve got no time for blues

I got no time for blues
No time to be amused
Nor even to watch the TV news
No time to pay my dues
I'm the king of excuses
I got no time - it's such a crime
No time for blues

I got letters to send
I got bills to pay
I have less time to myself
Every single day
I work so many hours
It's a wonder I don't drop
I don't know if these demands
Are ever gonna stop

All of my friends
are in the same boat
Doesn't seem to matter
Who gets your vote
We're working for peanuts
We can't make ends meet
if things don't look up soon
We'll be out on the street

Look at that guy
In his fancy car
He has no idea
How hard things are
When you're working for a wage
But sinking deeper into debt
When I think of the future
I break out in a cold sweat

I got no time for blues
No time to be amused
Nor even to watch the TV news
No time to pay my dues
I'm the king of excuses
I got no time - it's such a crime
No time for blues

Quarterlife Blues

No Time For Blues

Recorded in San Jose, Ca.   Featuring... Frans Beelaard vocals. Roland synthesizer Bass. Midi Drums, Hand-clap. Midi Organ. Midi horn section. Gibson 335 Electric guitar.

It Washes Over

melted computer