Very nice - beautiful little shifts in rhythm… thoughtful words -  “full send” intriguing lyric!

Such a calming track like the tempo shift n beautiful vocal work:)

Subtle tempo pickup, nice move, feels really good!

wow, this IS Mastered beautifully, a clear and definite difference from the rest

with the congregation on acoustic bass
Recorded at fredrick street studios and bowling alley

Them’s the breaks 

Without a doubt I understand 
I figured out what life intends
Would hope seem sweeter 
Would fate feel fair
To rob Peter
With no Paul to care

Without a doubt I understand 
I figured out what life demands 
It ain’t money 
And class is lame
What it is
You get to name

Them’s the breaks
The horse you saddle
Like a snake without a rattle
Dropping down from the sky
Like an anvil
You’re up yer life
Without a paddle 

Take what we want 
Not what we need
Steal a glacier for just a drink
Sell them rope when they sink
Screw the others
We’re taught to think

them's the breaks w/ the congregation

Campy tongue in cheek or sincere lament? Well kinda both; this was just one of those stream of consciousness snippets that was ridiculous in the onset, and I never thought it'd be something I put out there but it kept snowballing and these things end up like a dog waiting by the door silently imploring  "Let's go for a walk."   My son attended an academic conference a few weeks ago and related that an environmental scientist believes we're cooked, literally and figuratively. We may need help but I don't think it's coming. My mortal expectancy extends only to introductory portents but my kids and granddaughter can expect to see the collapse of our environment unfolding in total, irreversible clarity. OK let's go back to making fun for now.

shining so long ago
you know it should've been time to leave
and to let you go

while there's still time before
you know it could've been beautiful with all that we have here
take a look around this around this is our only home 
there's nowhere else to go

we left before these things had come to mind
and now it's all so very clear it was not your time

where is that saving grace we left behind?
the shadow remnants of a world that could have been so fine
we left the saving grace to guide you through the perils of the darkest night
now your fragile world is burning

shining so long ago
you know it should've been time to leave and to let you go
are you ready for what's coming now?
doesn't matter that you don't believe

there will never be another time to make it right
there will be no dreaming in the common night
you had your chance and then another and another
but you never could comply 
any promises you make to change your habits just another lie

wait a minute there's something here that can't be found
anywhere else in this universe on this holy ground
take a minute take an hour take a day to change your mind
can't you see your way through to help us one more time

we settled you in Atlantis we left you signs in Peru
we taught you the secrets of life on the Nile
but you never could live up to the gifts that we gave to you

heaven knows we've been blind to the lessons we were given
time after time
and if we never seem to learn don't abandon us 
when our fate is so dire

is it too much to ask to want these things to last a little longer?
take pity on the children theirs is not the fault of the fathers

We Left

Touch, A Movement

Starless Moonchild with PJ Project

In this song I enclose everything I think about my work as an artist. Proceeding along risky paths, responding to violence with even more sensitivity, because sensitivity can truly move the world. Embrace your sensitivity and that of others, choose who you want to be and follow your nature, whatever the cost. 

Written and Performed by Stefano Manotti

Arrangement and mixing: Giulio Carmassi (ex-Pat Metheny group)

Executive production and mastering: Paolo Schianchi and OmniaMusica Recording Studio


TESTO

Comincia da qui questo viaggio nascosto
Con le altre paure del giorno
Che ho lasciato al loro posto
Una notte qui
Vale più di un silenzio
Per sentir la chitarra suonare
Come in braccio a cento persone
Libero così dalle mie leggi
E dalla mente che dalla sua amplifica i rimpianti
Libero così dalle tue leggi
Ho passato troppo tempo per parlarti

Lo so
Quella è la via
Io sto di fianco
Con la mia fantasia
E quel che sarà
Non è roba mia
Non è roba mia

Finisce da qui
Un bel viaggio scomposto
Non si posson tirare le somme
Non si può vedere a che costo

Solo questo ti dico
Se sei nato per qualcosa
Tornerai ogni volta
Sulla strada più rischiosa

Libero così dai compromessi
Dalle parole messe lì per non esporsi
Libero così dai giochi fatti
Per sorprendermi ancora a cantare la vita

Lo so
Quella è la via
Io sto di fianco
Con la mia fantasia
E quel che sarà
Non è roba mia
Non è roba mia

Lo so
Quella è la via
Io sto di fianco
Con la mia fantasia
E quel che sarà
Non è roba mia
Non è roba mia



LYRICS

Begin from here, this hidden journey
With the other fears of the day
That I left in their place
One night from here
Is it worth more than silence
To hear the guitar play
As if embraced by a hundred people

Free like this from my laws
And from the mind that amplifies regrets
Free like this from your laws
I've spent too much time talking to you

I know it
That's the way
I stand by my fantasy
And what will be
It is not my concern
It's not my concern

It ends here
A disjointed journey
You can't add it all up
You can't see at what cost
Only this I tell you
If you were born for something
You'll return every time
To the riskiest road

Free like this from compromises
From words placed there to avoid exposure
Free like this from done deals
To surprise you again and sing life

Fantasia

An ode to anxiety and the beauty of accepting the unknown.

Mixed and mastered by my dear friend and mentor, Kyle Ginther... Rest in peace, maestro

Full Send

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

“Dancing in the distance”

おくつきは並びたれどもうつし世に相ひ逢はざりし吾子三人はや
木下利玄 (1886-1925)
出典：『木下利玄全歌集』五島 茂 編　岩波文庫

The graves of three brothers and sisters are side by side. They have never seen each other in this life.
Rigen Kinoshita(1886-1925)
Source: “Complete Collected TANKA(Japanese Short Poem) by Rigen Kinoshita: editing by Shigeru Goto”　Iwanami Shoten Publisher

Art work: RondellMelling via Pixabay

Dancing In The Distance

https://soundcloud.com/sonofperditionband

The Facts
This Is Where It's All At
You Can't Do Nothin' When You're Flat On Your Back
Your Fear
Makes It All So Unclear
You Can't Do Nothin' When It's All Up In Here

Don't Fake
Don't Be A Disgrace
So You Won't Have To Hide When They Look You In The Face
Increase The Value
Of What You Have Done
Don't Make Your Equations All Equal Up To One
Or None
Of Your Mistakes
There's Only One Of You, But The Can Always Be Replace

There Is A Crowd
And It's So Fuckin' Loud
Nobody Even Knows What They're Screaming About
Now You've Closed Your Eyes, And You Have Been Misled
Nothin' Is Complete, 'Cause Of The Lies That You Are Fed

There Ain't No Time, Or Space, Or Planet For Me
No One's Reppin' Knowledge When It's All Who Deceive
You Cut The Vein
Now It's All Fuckin' Bleed
These People Don't Communicate, It's All Fuckin' Feed

Fact Equation (The Boring '20s Explicit Television Edit) [Beat By Son Of Perdition]

.... with huge thanks to Hendrik @cosmic-ratzzz !
for his fabulous backdrop to feature my humble sax solo !

Lunatics 125 / Deep Woods / Cosmic Ratzzz & joerxworx

Demo Tape M.Theorin

You can´ t buy sunshine. 470 ( 1994 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

With her heart as her genre, Mount Ocean’s style and mood ranges from the peaks of the Mountains to the bottom of the Ocean. Drawing inspiration from many musical influences and genres, Mount Ocean delivers a sonic experience full of flavor and variety. Trust me you'll never get bored lmao

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