Broken Bones

Preparing For Winter_Late Autumn Forest

Wishing you all a very happy 2021, full of love, music and freedom!

Point Nemo

Quel vent nous pousse dans le dos
A partir pour partir
Hisser la grand-voile en solo
Filer en douce sur les flots
Je vais au point Nemo
On se reverra mais pas de sitôt...

Quel vent nous souffle au ciboulot
De partir pour revenir
Passer les caps et les fuseaux
Les pieds mouillés sur un bateau
Je suis au point Nemo
On se reverra mais pas de sitôt...

Quel vent nous pousse dans le dos
Quel vent nous souffle dans le dos
Je suis au point Nemo
On se reverra mais pas de sitôt...

Alexis Roche's Album

Point Nemo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhtFdZiu_NM
    Gina Wood
https://soundcloud.com/gina-wood-837506330/tracks
https://soundcloud.com/regina-wood-472281502
https://open.spotify.com/artist/10MZlbHKE0RGk5zJMN0XQC

       shin
https://soundcloud.com/shinsemia/tracks
https://soundcloud.com/romane5/tracks
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4uyJYLBKHEv_D0fSPoOkJQ

Drummer Boy - Gina & Shin

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE (DADGAD tuning - all tuned down a half step).
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

I wrote this song during the lockdown, imagining how much more difficult things would have been in days gone by, when earlier generations had so very little means of communication. Travelling minstrels would go from town to town and entertain the local people. In my mind, I pictured townsfolk gathering to listen to a minstrel's song, bringing a message of hope, that their future would be brighter, all joining in to sing in candlelight, illuminating the darkness. I hope this song brings some joy in dark times.
LYRICS:
The people gathered round
To hear the minstrel sing
A song to bring them hope
That winter would turn to spring
The frost was biting deep
And the snow had lain so long
So the people gathered round 
To hear the minstrel’s song

The winds of change are coming
Let them hear you sing
The winds of change will turn
Winter into spring

Times may be hard
But somehow we know
That seasons will come
And seasons will go
So together all as one
With voices so strong
People gathered round
To sing the minstrel’s song 

The winds of change are coming
Let them hear you sing
The winds of change will turn
Winter into spring

Their voices all rang out
Out into the night
The magic of a song
Sung by candle light
Watching the flames
Of the candles burn
Waiting …for 
The winds of change to turn

The winds of change are coming
Let them hear you sing
The winds of change will turn
Winter into spring

The Winds of Change

The Winds Of Change

I made a sound-driven animation (audio visualization) for this track, watch it here:
https://youtu.be/bdDE8FzPjmg
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This is a dreamy piano-based track, with an impressionistic touch. It combines acoustic chamber music with synthesizers and electronic elements. Thanks for listening, my soundcloud friends!

Dripping Clouds Single

Dripping Clouds

Dripping Clouds (Audio Visualizer Video in description)

Lovely to write at my real piano for this one...😊🎹❤️🎧🎤🎵
Thank you Sander for another lovely mastering job. You’re the best...😉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Don’t know whether to sink or swim
So I’ll just keep floating
Don’t know if I’ll say a prayer
In the hopes you might appear

You can soften the blow
Don’t make me watch you go
Let me down so gently
Soften the blow...

Don’t know whether to laugh or cry
Memories keep drifting by
Don’t know if I’ll say a prayer
In the hopes that you’ll appear

You can soften this blow
Can’t watch you go
Lay me down so gently
Soften the blow...

Soften the blow (acoustic piano)

Poker Face

Seeing as light is fading from the centre of your eyes
And the blog that I been posting 
Don’t change your face design
I find I got no knowledge of the ways inside your mind
Any feelings you have gathered are hidden by disguise

How will I know you
How do I get there
What will I feel inside
Will I be nowhere 
I’ve never seen or felt some kind of sign
But I’m wishin’ for that magic kind of ride
How will I know you
How do I get there
What will I feel inside
Will you be elsewhere
I’m seeing but I may as well be blind
Your poker face is killing me inside

I’m so ever hopeful I got sensors in my teeth
If you favour me with meeting eyes I’m flushing red as beet
And dissecting every phrase of yours and liberating nothing
I got to get to you or else I’ll shrink away to stuffing

POKER FACE

An original experimental track to celebrate my new sound system

By myself 2021

Fainted cry

Fainted Cry

A blast of spacerock cosmic jamming for you :)

Problem Mystic Motor

Ebba Combe

If you love bone-crushing riffs, Rock&Roll and don't mind a little psychedelia to go with it, then this might be for you. 

Broken Bones

Mr. Bad Luck