28.08.2025 acutry 1

Night Fishing (Remix)

Written by James Geer

Over here the customs seem so strange 
Over here my words gets disarranged 
Over here I’m bothered all the day
Over here I want to get away

I’ve been missing
I’ve been missing
Home

Over here the accents are so deep
Over here the hills are way too steep
Over here the forests overgrown 
Over here I’m virtually alone

I’ve been missing
I’ve been missing
Home

Over here

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Fender Stratocaster
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano 
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- percussion, VST flute, and production editing
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl --  vocals and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — production, mix, and mastering

This song began more than a year ago, when Josh created a song out of a looper beat with his four string fretless bass. It sat on the shelf until a few weeks ago, when he shared it with JJ, who was in creative mode one Saturday evening. Josh had actually forgotten that he'd added a bass line to it, and thought he was just passing on a looper beat for JJ to play with. 
  However, JJ heard it, and was so excited that added his magical electric piano part, making it sound like a real song, instead of just drums and a bass. Ken also heard some magic in here, because he came up with his own brilliant beat to replace the looper that was used in for the seed. Mark was next to throw in, adding the striking drum pattern breakdown, and the thrilling flute solo, as well. Tez came in shortly after, adding his thrilling guitar to the mix. After everyone had added their parts, Josh came back and added two guitar parts, the simple low end line, as well as the high strumed triads. At this stage, Mark did some editing, as it is in his skill set, and made it less dense and easier to listen to. 
  Now that the song was musically complete, out newest member, Carl, dropped the amazing vocals you hear, singing his original lyrics. After Carl was done sprinkling his magic in it, we needed an able producer to bring out the magic of the recordings. Good thing we have a trained producer to do the job in Stephen, who mixed and mastered it superbly, as always. 
  This is Eclectic Collective's first fore into the afrobeat genre, although a few of us are really big fans already, and Josh has a few other originals in this genre buried on his page, as well. As always, we all enjoyed the process of hearing this one come together. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:Juice our Jah
Chalice of chime
Shooting star
Great rhythm
There's blood in the brine

Suture Sun
Grand heaven high
'Some clan gone cruel
Needing collective eye

Eclectic host
Hoist our hale
Mused healing feast
Musical breeze as gale

Afro beat
Oh melody sweet
Beat afro
Show us where to go

Kalakuta Kingdom (Eclectic Collective)


Verse 1 

The whisper of your voice Is music to my ear Ignites my arousal My judgment has diminished 

Pre-Chorus

 I can't fight you Sensual poison to me

 Chorus 

I'm a real slave To your caresses A carnal desire Weakens me I don't have the ca-pa-cy To escape. 

Verse 2

 If you touch my skin And my naked torso I'll faint In your funnel-like body Bridge I can't fight our passion

 Chorus

 I'm a real slave To your caresses A carnal desire Weakens me I don't have the ca-pa-cy To escape

 Outro

 Naked both of us... For eternity.


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Verso 1

El susurro de tu voz
Es música en mi oído
Enciendé mi excitacion
Mi juicio ha disminuido

Pre coro 

No puedo luchar contra ti 
Veneno sensual para mí 

Coro 

Soy un esclavo real 
De tus caricias 
Un deseo carnal
Me debilita

No tengo la ca-pa-ci-dad 


Para escapar. 


Verso 2

Si rozas mi piel 
Y mi torso desnudo 
Me desmayaré
En tu cuerpo de embudo 

Puente 

No puedo pelear contra nuestra pasión 

Coro

Soy un esclavo real 
De tuuus caricias 
Un deseo carnal
Me debilita



No tengo la ca-pa-ci-dad 


Para escapar


Outro

Desnudos los dos...
Por la eternidad.

Letra: Miguel Ángel Botello

Todos los derechos reservados D'mendo Boteli ©1994 ©2020 ©2021 ©2022 ©2023 ©2025 

Esclavo de tus caricias 2 - D'mendo Boteli.mp3

Drum – angelo alabiso (angus)
contrabass – neil catalano
acoustic piano – jepp zisa
trumpet – elius redfish
tenor saxophone – robbie building


In Search Of The Rhythm Of Life

Pretty

Go Your Own Way

De l'Aube au Crépuscule

Track 5 from Wigmore Allen Gibbons 2025 release called FRINGE - available at www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

*Keith makes observations everywhere he goes, and in this instance, his tours of local castles led to this idea - those great, huge, thickly-hewn doors are actually hung on very small hinges. Of course, Terry sees the image as a metaphor -great change often begins with small starts. Literal or metaphorical? We 'll leave that up to the listener.

Great Doors Open

    I walked along a beach…soft sand at my feet
    I travelled past a man…his chin down on his chest
    This man is not asleep…He’s too long past all that I guess
    It may sound pretty stupid, yet…there it is
    Great doors open on small hinges
    I don’t care no more…I don’t care
    I don’t care no more…I don’t care… 
    Great doors open on small hinges
    On this unmitigated nightmare
    No one walks the lonely path I trod
    More disasters left by the wayside
    At the time, didn’t look so bad

    1.47 (Instrumental Break)
    
    He joined in halfway through the movie
    He ain’t gunna chew this cabbage twice
    That dozy man out on the causeway
    Awoke upon his own advice
    Great doors open on small hinges 
    He don’t care no more…he just don’t care
    He don’t care no more…he just don’t care
    Great doors open on small hinges

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Vocals, Lyrics, Guitars, Bass

Great Doors

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

In deepest connection:
Child of Nature: https://soundcloud.com/childofnature
The Forest Army: https://soundcloud.com/theforestarmy
Amanitalinda: https://soundcloud.com/amanitalinda
Heidi K: https://soundcloud.com/heidijks
Jeamland & Bolt: https://soundcloud.com/jeamland-bolt
The Earth Love: https://soundcloud.com/theearthlove
Jörg: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Martin: https://soundcloud.com/m_ja

Go Your Own Way

Morten Jeamland