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Tradacoustic series no. 227

Music, mostly recent, a few days, a few months...

creation: 2023/02/18

HK_Tradacoustic_227

MORE TIMELINE FOR 'TEQUIA' MISSION

< Free-to-Download Tracks Vol. 11 https://on.soundcloud.com/VCUHV
> Free-to-Download Tracks Vol. 13 https://on.soundcloud.com/LiRoj

Free-to-Download Tracks Vol. 12

Party at Hardee's

 This is a song I wrote about me and my best two friends.

Country Boys.wav

Two Voice Canon with chromatic descending ground bass for counterpoint class on Piano.

Canon in G minor

PlaguEscape.. another OC!

Taher Ghoreyshi_sange khara

Little unsettling piece for chamber strings ensemble, for the upcoming 2022 inspired album.

Doomscrolling

TimeLines (TrueString)

Tequia

12Feb23

Another composition combining my own playing with strategically placed midi notes (to make is sound nicer).

:D

Piano Explorations [24]

HELLO GARETH MA MISSION EST SECRÈTE
JE VAIS LA JOUER DISCRÈTE À LA 007
MESSAGE CODÉ FAÇON DOCTEUR NO
POUR QUE TU SOIS LE SEUL À ME COMPRENDRE À DEMI-MOTS PAROLES PAROLES BAMBINO BAMBINO

BONSOIR GARETH ALSO KNOWN AS GARY DEAN
TRICOT CROCHET MACRAME & MAGIC BEAN
YOU GOT ALL THE TRICKS THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN’T MAKE INCLUDING THE MOST SPECTACULAR BIRTHDAY CAKES
I WISH IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY SO YOU’D HAVE SOMETHING TO BAKE

MAIS CE SOIR GARETH C’EST PAS LA MIENNE C’EST TA FÊTE 50 CANDLES TO BLOW JUST REMEMBER TO FORGET
THE YEARS MAY FLOW BUT TIME MEANS NOTHING
LET ME WISH YOU THE BEST THROUGH ANDREA AND DEAN

HELLO GARETH SURVEILLE TON ASSIETTE
CAR KIRSTY N’EST JAMAIS LOIN POUR RÉCUPÉRER LES MIETTES
SI CET ENDROIT ÉTAIT PLUS COOL CETTE SOIRÉE SERAIT PARFAITE FALLAIT S’Y PRENDRE À TEMPS QUANT AU GÂTEAU CHER GARETH 
TU AURAIS DU AU PATISSIER DONNER TA RECETTE SECRÈTE

ET CE SOIR GARETH C’EST PAS LA MIENNE C’EST TA FÊTE 50 CANDLES TO BLOW JUST REMEMBER TO FORGET
THE YEARS MAY FLOW BUT TIME AIN’T NOTHING
LET ME WISH YOU THE BEST THROUGH ANDREA AND DEAN

KAREN, TONY, AND SIS MARIE-LOUISE
SORRY IF MY SONG DOESN’T MAKE YOU FEEL AT EASE
IT’S LIKE A PRIVATE JOKE SOME KIND OF A SECRET
ONLY MEANT TO BE SHARED BETWEEN ME AND GARETH EXCEPT OF COURSE FOR BELLA AND HUMPHREY IN HIS TUXEDO

ET CE SOIR GARETH C’EST PAS LA MIENNE C’EST TA FÊTE 50 CANDLES TO BLOW JUST REMEMBER TO FORGET
THE YEARS MAY FLOW BUT TIME AIN’T NOTHING
LET ME WISH YOU THE BEST THROUGH ANDREA AND DEAN

MISSION SECRÈTE (Lyrics) Song for Garett

More than words can say.

Modes About Me X Dead Yami - The Wander Years - 169 BPM - B Major

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
Dead Yami - https://www.youtube.com/@dead_yami

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

The Wander Years (Prod. Dead Yami)

Ambient House Reggae Dub. (Vocals) . Lioness Pinky🇯🇲

Chroma Dub (free download) Ft. Lioness Pinky🇯🇲

Song recipe: Borrow chords from the CCR Songbook that my Dad gave me for my 12th birthday, play some distorted Elmore James guitar licks, shout some vocals, become a human beatbox, add black magic, press record.
Adding to the guitar player meets the devil mythology. 

Lyrics:
When John met the Devil
The Devil was in a hole
And the Devil said to John:
Give me your hand, and I will give you riches like you've never known
Just give me your hand, John
I'll give you riches like you've never known
I'll give you a brand new (to you)
Gently used mobile home

Oh, John, don't worry about the bad
Cause the bad sleep well
Every single night
I'll leave you lots of whisky and bones
With meat...
Meat on them bones!

You can have all the love that you want
From these bathing beauties
in this Devil factory
It's like a bad restaurant
That's not very good
But you can have all you want
Understood?

One man's good luck charm
Is another man's burden
One man's suicide tree
Is just another man's shade

John, I can give you guile
Vanquish demons
I can keep you in style
Indulge your Id ego
I'll help you keep it under control
Hey John, Let me out of this hole
Get me out of this hole
Give me your hand, John!
Your hand John
Lift me up and out of the hole

John Meets The Devil (Act 1)

Good Company

Long Gone

Hu$tle (Prod. by Hector Sounds x Anonymass)

Handstand

The Strumbellas - EP

Indiana

Groundbreaking

Other versions:
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/guy-at-work-mostly-recovered-prototype
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/guy-at-work
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/guy-at-work-2
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/guy-at-work-3

Guy at Work [w/ Sharon]

We appreciate everyone listening!!! Much Love!!
follow Augenmerk here > https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk

Spoken word : Augenmerk

You sit on top of the mountain, the garden dwarf keeps you in prison,
you should make a decision, but you look elsewhere,
you don't want to see the hatchet come.
What is? Do you want to fall? Take flight?
What makes the throat tight? What claws your heart?
"Okay," they want to hear, everything is supposed to be alright
you're supposed to be nice, they want you nodding,
friendly smiling facing the precipice
and you look elsewhere, sitting up on the mountain,
the garden gnome keeps you in prison.

Come to a decision! Don't you wanna end your prison?
Come to a decision! Do you wanna end your prison?

You don't say what you want, because you don't want anymore.
Your words hollow and banal. Singsang of words.
You should speak of intuition, of dying,
of trust and hope. Of love. Of strategies
and what really concerns you:
the isolation, forgiving and thanking.

Worddead, because there are no words available,
all already used, already installed,
stumble towards hell,
because all through the dirt, burned by the sun
because everything has already been said, right down to the coffin,
because your body is a suitcase that you unpack or not
and good-talking, good-thinking keeps nothing away.

You have climbed an angel, climbed wings.
"Can you understand me, world?" your eyes ask,
embarrassed to ask for understanding, for seeing you.
"Do you want to understand me, world?" And look away again,
turn away, understand the one who does not look.
Nothing is more secret than suffering.
No one sees how you run out of air, thrown out,
storm wreck on the beach.
Empty, emptied. Deserted. Devoid of hope.
No, hope rises, picks you up, dented.
You sit up. You raise yourself.
and you go between looks that see nothing.
Full to the brim you are, overflowing with words, full of beans.

Your word has woken up, regained, no longer contained, it can't be restrained.
holds it's ground, your readiness to whitewash gone
you hold nothing back
The unsaid words rise, thunderstorms pattering on the land.
You're beating them out, spitting them out, you let off steam,
you vent your anger, your grievances, you air your despair.
Lust.
No prison, no more distress.
You give vent to your feelings, give way to your dreams.
Wonderfully imperfect, undeterred honest is YOUR word!

Undeterred Honest ft. Augenmerk

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Oídos sordos (17 negras)

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