Great retro feel and got to say , I loved it 😎

R-Fresh Gale

Maden's Madness

Hard to argue against the observation that we as a species keep making the same mistakes with each other and recreate the same tragedies over and over. Same senseless rhetoric/same simple destructive "super race" syndrome...
If we can figure out the theory of relativity and the structure of DNA, then why can't we see through the useless destructive rhetoric of the "leaders" we see around us?
let's study the past to construct the future

lyrics:
don't you remember who you are
don't you remember why you came
don't you remember all that's happened 
that got you where you are today

your footprints in the sand are still there
time hasn't washed them away
get your head out of the clouds
let the past guide your way

every mistake you make today
every regret you'll have tomorrow
has already been played
a thousand times along the way

there's nothing new about the hate you feel
there's nothing unique about your fears
it's all been said and done before
we don't need to do it anymore
so let's go forward and build a better day
put the fears and the hate away
all they will ever do for you
is bring back the tears we have seen through the years

so please learn from the past
the's how we build a future for us all
we have to learn to work together
building bridges and not walls

don't you remember who you are
don't you remember why you came
don't you remember all that's happened 
to get you where you are today?????

if we keep doing what we're doing we will get the same result

Video;
https://youtu.be/dVTVR1MrYvc

Made in #Ableton (December 2023)

Genres;
#Electronic
#Experimental
#Pop
#Rock

Warm Spaces

(Opening that old) Lover Box (Tox)

High Desert

Download available ❤️🕊️🙏
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Recording sessions from 28/02/2023 - 04/03/2023.
2 track MOOG Modular (vst Arturia),
1 track Microfreak (Arturia),
1 track VCV (vst VCV2),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.

Has it occurred to you that sometimes you feel like someone is watching over you... a person who has been gone for a long time and who often comes to give you advice, good information, a caring person. Maybe it's a ghost protecting you. It can be scary the first time and then over time you get used to it and if you don't believe it that's not the important thing, they are there for our good. You know, the little voice talking to you inside...

Vous est-il venu à l'esprit que parfois vous aviez l'impression que l'on veillait sur vous ... une personne disparue depuis longtemps et qui vient souvent vous donner des conseils, de bonnes informations, une personne bienveillante. C'est peut être un fantôme qui vous protège. Cela peut faire peur la première fois et puis avec le temps on fini par s'y habituer et que l'on n'y croit ou pas n'est pas important, ils sont présents pour notre bien. Vous savez, la petite voix qui vous parle de l'intérieur...
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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Phantom

Schoolyard Memories

The  Rainbow

Nice groove from a jam…
…with Leon Carter on the drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on the guitars, and myself on the bass and singing.

The lyrics are some excerpts from this rambling notepad poem I wrote;

Your Soul

So, how do you see your soul?
Can you put it into words?
A spoonful of honey from the gods?
Or a germ? or a thirst?
Is your soul a magic bean inside a biscuit tin?
Or a ‘pass the parcel’ mystery delight, waiting deep within?
Or simply a church candle flickering in the night?
Or is it like a mint imperial; round, smooth and white?
Is it wrapped in paper, hidden in a drawer?
Or more like a snowdrop on the forest floor?
Perhaps a shiny pearl inside an oyster shell…
Or the piece of grit at the centre of the pearl?!
Or is it a lotus flower in the middle of the pond?
A golden nugget, a lightbulb, or a daisy?
Treasure, buried beneath a giant redwood tree?
Is it a tea-light in an old jam jar, on the bookshelf?
Is it the water in a glass, or the glass itself?
A penny in a pudding or a fountain in a square?
The cherry on the bun? … or do you think there’s nothing there?

And does it remain constant, or how does it change?
Does it tarnish? Does it spoil?
Does it rust? Does it stain?
Does it radiate and deplete?
Could it be your body heat?
Does it mature like wine, or does it grow?
Or does it dim and diminish, does it corrode?
Is it impervious and unwavering?
Is it needy and long suffering? 
Is it passive and detached?
Or does it get dented and scratched?

Does it start out as a blank canvas, onto which you paint?
Does it get corrupted, when once it was a saint?
A block of marble you chisel and carve,
Into a marvellous work of art?
Or a fire ignited by a heavenly spark?
To sometimes smoulder and sometimes blaze?
Does it age, over the years, just like a face?
Does it feed on love received?
And wither if deprived?
Needing just a splash of water or a hug to be revived?

Do we all have the same soul?
‘A universal soul’ shared out within us all?

The same life-force, pure at the core
Of every singer, nurse, salesman, junky, tourist, whore?
Every Christian, Muslim, Jew, and Buddhist…
Pagan, Sikh, Scientologist, and Druid?
Every pusher, every addict
Every guard, and every convict?

Even every chicken, and even every fox?
Even the sewer rats and the sparrow-hawks?
And the ants and the plants?
What about the worms and the germs?

Could our deepest inner-selves 
All be one and the same?
If I had lived 
The life you’ve lived
Would I be just the same?

Careful as you choose your metaphor
Your essence to describe
You can make yourself believe anything
You’ll believe your own lies

Words in jest or bravado, or in false modesty
May cast the dye, and shape your mould
When your story is being told…

So how do you see your soul?
Answers please, in the comments below?!

Your Soul

Dis here jammy jam is at least 15yrs old .. thought I'd record it. 

The Rainbow

Morten Jeamland

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