wc 5 October 2020

Hey… so what are Vintage Bone: B-Sides? They are older songs and little ditties that got lost in my growing pile of recordings. This winter, I have been going through my catalog, pulling out a couple songs, here and there, and creating a new pile called Vintage Bone. Most needed some remixing and production adjustments. Some are first take versions of songs I like to re-record often. Ever notice that sometimes first versions seem to be the best, even if a redo is compositionally better? With this song, ‘There You Are’ from 2015, I noticed the vocals were ruined by plosives, hissing and distortion. (Nope, I do not have a pop filter -yet-. Haha.) There was way too much compression and reverb, and I overdid the EQ… all of which seemed to dull the song's natural character, so I made some adjustments and rerecorded the guitar solos. Sure, it’s just GarageBand, so please, cut me some slack. Thanks. Yes, sometimes I’d rather live in my dreams, with all my favorite ice creams. Most of us spend a third of our lives sleeping and dreaming. I dream like an old dog now. The symbolism and metaphors are wildly revealing. The vast dream world, of the places I go, and people I meet, is filled with extraordinary things. Sometimes there are dangerous situations filled with scary moments. I can fly, sometimes I encounter supernatural beings, but often I have recurring dreams where the places and people are familiar to me. Once in April, I dreamt about a mentor I had as a kid, who died. I woke up crying. I did not know he had passed, and thought he was still alive so I sent him a letter. Months passed, and I forgot about it. Then I received a letter from his wife. She was gracious and said she received my letter in the same month that her husband, my mentor, had passed away years ago. She said April’s were always difficult for her, and the letter was a godsend. In the letter, I had mentioned to my mentor how thankful I was that he was a part of my life as a kid. A bright spot as it were. She said no one ever mentioned that to him before, and thanked me many times. It was that dream that convinced me to pay attention to dreams. I have written over a hundred pages of dream experiences, and hopefully one day before I go, hee-hee…. I will write a book about those dreams. But for now, I have some snow shoveling to do. Hope you’re all well. Thanks for dropping by, m

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Vintage Bone: B-Sides... There You Are

Escape plan 80s

Youtube video  https://youtu.be/yU42IQgX6P4

Truth is stranger than fiction

Can't Hold On

Dance (John Stone)

I heard the weather report
And it’s worse than we thought
Because of all that we’ve done
Now there’s nowhere to run
The sun's getting hotter
The sea's on the rise
Before long the water is up to our eyes
There’s floods on  the earth 
And fire in the skies


We all thought we’d be fine
Yeah we’ve had a good time
But we were wrong when we guessed
That we’d always be blessed
Now we can’t drink the water
We can’t breathe the air
There’s not enough left for the people to share
It’s too late to panic
It’s too late to care


If we are reaching the end of the line
Walking as if in a trance
It’s already too late
To alter our fate
But while we still can we can dance

As we’re approaching the ending of time 
Caution is thrown to the wind
Kick off your shoes 
And surrender the blues
Forgive us, oh Lord, we have sinned!

So we dance

Dance dance dance dance

Dance like there’s no tomorrow
Dance to the beat of a funeral drum
Dance like there’s no tomorrow
We can Dance till the dawn that’s not going to come

Dance

Written and performed by David Cooper.

By the 17th and 18th Century with sharply rising import duties financing Britain's then frequent wars, the general scarcity of foreign luxuries with a focus on salt, wines, spirits, tea, silk and lace caused a shift towards smuggling goods inwards. Large profits were to be made from smuggling and its illegal business.

Taxes and duties were increasing. Goods that were smuggled into the country could make a great deal of profit on the black market . Smuggled goods were popular with people as they were usually cheaper than legally imported goods.

The main items smuggled in the 18th century were tea, wine, spirits and lace. 

Lyrics:

In the dark of night the smuggler plays
Brings his contraband through the waves
Hides it among the caverns deep
Does his work when others sleep

He waits until the break of day
Takes his wares and he’s on his way
Takes his illicit goods to sell
Got to please his clientele

Chorus

He’s got fine French wine and brandy too
He’s a local hero to me and you
He’s a man who knows what to do
But every night he prays

Bridge

He knows his fate if he is caught
His life will end at the end of a rope

The excise men look high and low
Try to follow wherever he goes
But he knows the paths to evade
Their efforts to stop his illegal trade

Chorus x 2

The Smuggler

J’aurai du le voir venir, la détresse dans son sourire,

Enfant de la pluie, sans toit, sans loi, sans voix, sans ami,
Enfant de la pluie, un vieux carton en guise d’abris.
Dans la cour des miracles, les regards sont éteints.

Dors, citoyen,tu n’y peux, rien,
Dehors dans la rue, les enfants sont nus.

Des coups de tête, 		
des coups de latte,	
Une déchirure, 	
un artefact,
Des coups de sang(s)	…abris,			
Des coups de sang(s)	…envie,

Je te cherche, dans les rues qui défilent, 
Et je fouille, tous les faubourgs de la ville,
Je parcours les tunnels et les ponts,			
Je ressens, une peur indicible,	      
Et je sens, ta présence invisible,			
Je soulève le moindre carton,
L’eau coule sous les ponts,

J’aurai du le voir venir, la détresse dans son sourire,

C’est l’histoire d’une fugue mineure, dont l’espoir n’est qu’une gageure,
C’est une traversée sans fil, d’un funambule au dessus de la ville,
C’est la marche des ombres, inconnues de ce monde.

Dors, citoyen, tu n’y peux, rien,

Enfant de la Pluie 2023

Enfant De La Pluie 2023

As I Look At The Sky Through The Trees

Halloween Tune

Written way back by Claude Putman Jr and made popular by Bobby Bare and Porter Wagoner in 1965 .  Some many artist have recorded it, including Elvis Presley and Tom Jones.  An old country standard that I really like and decided to do a few verses.

Green Grass Of Home

01 - SA - HZS - 60 Cellos All Standard - C Sord PP Long Soft CS
02 - SA - OPW - Ice Piano
03 - SA - OS - Woods High - Combo Swarm
04 - SA - Aperture - Refractions - Tremolo_Refractions - Normale
05 - SA - WE - Intense Sirens
06 - SA - BDT - Ensembles - Flute & Pic.soft_Ensembles - Bass & CI Soft

On The Way Back [Hans Zimmer Strings]

ó Maoilearca

Рыцарь В Ржавых Доспехах 1

I was going to compose chill-hop, but it turned out to be doom metal))) #rock #doom #slowrock #metal #doommetal

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How one achieves their goals....F...O...C...U...S

Never Give In An Never Give Up (Lo-Fi)

I love this very cool original song of nic's and he kindly gave me access so I could have some fun with it.  
Check out the original version here, thanks nic!
https://soundcloud.com/nic_nic_nic/boneman

The Boneman-nic/MBL

Welcome to the load-bearing wall of sound.

Music: No boundaries / Knows no boundaries. I don’t look anything like my profile photograph; I'm actually slightly shorter and a figment of my own delusions.

I’m also known as the wild man of transcendental meditation.

संगीत: कोई सीमा नहीं। / कोई सीमा नहीं जानता।. मैं अपनी प्रोफ़ाइल फ़ोटो की तरह कुछ भी नहीं देखता; मैं वास्तव में थोड़ा छोटा हूं।

Музыка: Без границ / не знает границ. Я совсем не похож на фотографию своего профиля; Я на самом деле немного короче.

الموسيقى: بلا حدود / لا تعرف حدود. لا أبدو مثل صورة ملفي الشخصي ؛ أنا في الواقع أقصر قليلاً.

音乐：无界限/无界限。我看上去不像我的个人资料照片；我实际上略矮一些。

(Translation by Google)

The Boneman-nic/MBL

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