Soul music - in reality. Brilliant performance!

That’s good. Dark & dramatic👍🌈😊🙏🏾

excellently mysterious and sinister, love those cinematic strings! My silly brain likes this:)

incredible song and performance.  Love this style

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Mizero (2021)
Written years ago for my B. 
Cover art: photo of Lincoln City, Oregon drive-down beach sunset.
Video to come...
Lyrics:
too long you have been gone/
i count the days/
and moments crawl by/
in a mystifying haze/
you never knew it then, but soon you realized it/
and yes, you told me every truth, but i revised it/
i was too hard to hold your love inside my heart/
and so i had to get away, i tipped the cart/
now no more laughter in my eyes/
there's just delusion/
i find no solace in my my cries/
there's just confusion/
so i plummet/
have i learned nothing from it?/
i was lost once/
but i can overcome it/
all that i had i left 3,000 miles away/
but it was only desolation and decay/
so unaccustomed in an unfamiliar place/
yet what it meant to me has vanished into space/
i thought by coming here i'd re-write history/
and when it happened/
it was such an utter mystery/
my light's now turned on/
because you flipped my switch/
yet my worry still persists: a constant itch/
and so i sit here as each hour is stretched thin/
contemplating on this shadow of a ghost i've been/
not realizing the fragile state i'm in/
when this is over i'll know just how to begin/
too long i went and still i sat unblinking/
i could never stop myself from thinking/
of all the things that i should've said/
but i just held my tongue instead/
i just can't stand to see your pain/
it means you've lost something you must regain/
remarkable you still remain/
you tell me: listen to your heart and not your silly brain/
stood at my shore not knowing how to swim/
preoccupying paranoia made my blood run thin/
i have my memories and i have my goodbyes/
if no one shoots, then surely no one dies/
yet i had war paint on my face/
that didn't wash off, left a trace/
but you provided me the safest place/
where i could save a little grace/
my worried mind, it thinks too much/
if "this & that" then "such & such"/
can't stand it!/
gotta hand it to you, dear/
you never were one to give in to any fear/
and yes i'm seeing everyday the sacred magick/
how you & i made art out of the tragic/
i thought the sky was falling/
but it was fine/
you told me: let your spirit shine/
so we'll speak of the past no more/
we'll turn our backs and close the door/
and keep on living in the Sun/
realizing life has just begun/
 
*written for Brett

Too Long You Have Been Gone

I made this for my little sister; it's a string of cameos about the town where we were born and raised - a suburb of Newcastle Upon Tyne.  Low income, but real world, real people, real troubles, real joy, real love, real communities, real humour, real music, real life.  All in gloriously rough 1960's industrial working class North East England monochrome.

For those of you not from that part of the world, lyric translations back to English are available upon request. :)

Started as a scribble, pretended to be a poem for a while, then I decided to noodle along and then.....  Ah, you know how it is.....in Byker town.
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Byker Town

Wallpaper of steam trains
Where the sweeping headlights sprawled
‘Cross the ceiling to the old piano
Up against my bedroom wall
In ‘67 the lid came down
Never played again so fair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Cross the bridge to get to school
Rope swings underneath
Bull’s eyes from the slaughterhouse 
Bombed out rail yard stark relief
Billy Smart’s big top’s coming down
But I don’t care
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Stench of old men in the Raby Arms
A bottle of dog to take back yem
Dominos and baccy tins
Were all that mattered way back then
Every retail product to be found
In Ernie’s shop just six foot square
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Quayside Sunday mornings
Champion, just the job
A week of meat to feed the bairns
For only fower bob
Scranshins from the chippy van ‘round
The side door of the Mayfair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Sent out on the Wednesday
In Charlie Shepherd’s finest rags
Over to the smokies
To get free broken kippers by the bag
Dad got paid when Thursday came around
Treats for us to share
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Front step full of babbies
Grazed knees on skinny legs
Back lane rows of nappies
Her face is full of wooden pegs
He’s on the dole no work to be found
Torn bookie slips by his chair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Nets twitching down the road
Never washed in years
Kids with mucky faces 
Almost clean behind the ears
Never seem to have a frown
Owning only what they wear
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Give up all the baggage I’ve got now
Of life in disrepair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Byker Town

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Red Skies At Night

Having washed his soul in the River, the main character from my last song has now become a better Man, well nearly a better man. When you listen to the lyrics i think we may all agree that he might have to make a visit back to the River ..pretty soon.

Used the same guitar as the last time, added some distortion to the lead guitar to add dynamics at the chorus and introduced an acoustic guitar in the Right speaker with the bridge pick up guitar in the left speaker, sort of spreads the sound, I loosened the snare on the  snare drum to get more of a rattle and pumped up the kick a bit. Hope you like it ..All you sinners .

Written, played and produced by: The sinner Johnny Mc Farlane.

A Better Man

My submission for the December 2022 Sim Selection monthly challenge of Benn Jordan's discord community.

Theme: A Crack In Time
Keywords: guarded, helpless
Optional Challenge: Time is of the essence. Time is an illusion. Time is money. Time flies.

My compositional idea was to represent multiple time references, all moving forward at their own rate. Inspiration from a Stravinsky score, as well as other modern composers.

Perceptual Gate

Void Aware ... Gina Wood +Xitb

Suck It Up

Re-Release;
Made in Ableton (2018)

Genres;
#Electronic
#Experimental
#Ambient

Loveless Black Hole

Video;
youtu.be/0tnm5RxCdC0

Made in #Ableton (September 2023)

Genres;
#Electronic
#Pop
#Experimental

Wonderful Sight

A side track suddenly popped into my head. It's something that happens to me sometimes. And I tried to catch it, because an hour later it probably wasn't there anymore.

I sent it to our dear poet/lyricist Peter, and it only took a couple of hours for an absolutely wonderful lyrical interpretation to be in my box.
Peter explained that this song's name was "Gaza" and I understood where we were going. A heartfelt thank you my friend, for your brilliant creations with your poetic vein.

You will find more of Peter's wonderful lyrics, songs & poetry here: @ https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks

To Gaza, with Love to all

Pray, which good God has cast this spell?
In dusty lands of diverse brilliant ancient provenance
Where peoples cherish but the solitary aim to dispatch to hell
Their neighbouring humanity through inculcated intolerance.
And this from such a tiny, precious space where all do share a common Abraham
The self same place where culture, morals and philosophy first graced the mind of modern man.

What peace can be, powered by the craving of decimation
Where love lies cowered from the social suffocation
Of him next door plus wife and child
The moral floor of passions wild 
With centuries of sparkling seasoned hate
Stoked brightly by the not so holy operatives of Judaism and the Caliphate. 

And so, my middle Eastern brothers, kindly answer this
When you leave this world, for the other and your promised eternal bliss
And as you call your God to realise Allah and Yahweh are one and the same
Will you call in the crushing tanks and play the heavenly occupation game
And will you, conversely, greet your neighbour with rocks and flaming molotovs
Send him on his hellbound way with mobile phone suicide bombs and spitting kalashnikovs?

To Gaza With Love To All - Seagull & Peter

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