Name: On The Choppin' Block by Larry Collen in Daily Drops
Duration: 3 min 14 s
Description: A chopping block of the political variety

Neat beat and airy guitar riffs creating unusual Funk/ Rock feel...

Absorbing instrumentation and twists Larry.

Now that I'm drunk, I really like your music. I'll tell you tomorrow if I like it when I'm not drunk.

This intrumental has a 60’s vibe. I feel like I have gone back in time🎶🎶🎶

Daily Drops

Pour tous ceux qui sont nostalgique du combi Volkswagen des années 70 , le fameux Bulli , et qui ont voyagé avec lui dans leur jeunesse 😃
For all those who travelled in a Volkswagen combi in their youth 

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER

J'ai roulé ma bosse 
Quand j'étais un gosse
Dans un combi couleur de l'arc en ciel
Une fenêtre sur le monde
Pour moi petite tête blonde
Avec mon père , ma mère et l'essentiel

Bulli ma maison on the road
Bulli ma maison d'évasion
Bulli ma jeunesse on the road
Bulli ma jeunesse d'horizon

J'ai traversé des frontières
Croisé des sœurs et des frères
Qui m'adoptaient en jouant simplement
Des amitiés sans ombre
Et qu'importe la langue et le nombre
Y'a de la place dans le cœur des enfants

REFRAIN

J'ai grandi sur les routes
Passé entre les gouttes
De rivières sauvages en océans
Une vie sous tous les temps
Partir où nous portaient les vents
Et s'endormir autour d'un feu de camp

REFRAIN

Je voudrais tant retrouver
Ces années de liberté
Kerouac tes pages s’effacent doucement
Mon vieux Bulli est parti
Roule t'il encore aujourd'hui
Au petit bonheur la chance comme avant !

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER Février 2024

I've lived through a lot of things
When I was a kid
In a rainbow-colored van
A window on the world
For me little blonde head
With my father, my mother and the essentials

Bulli my home on the road
Bulli my escape house
Bulli my youth on the road
Bulli my youth on the horizon

I crossed borders
Crossed paths with sisters and brothers
Who adopted me simply by playing
Friendships without shadow
And no matter the language or the number
There's room in every child's heart

CHORUS

I grew up on the road
Passed between the drops
From wild rivers to oceans
A life in all weathers
Wherever the winds took us
And fall asleep around a campfire

CHORUS

I would so much like to return
Those years of freedom
Kerouac your pages are slowly fading
My old Bulli is gone
Is it still rolling today
Just like before!

Bulli  TRANSLATED

Avant que tout ne change, tout n’était que musique. Celui-ci se souvient de ces artistes qui peuplaient ces jours anciens #chill rap

English translation (sorry for  untranslatable slang words and French references...)

I'm lost in the doudous the djadja the pookies
I earn a salary not from the moula and I have about as much street cred as a bum from Neuilly
However I do what it takes to stay up to date in music I listen to drill djent
I even watch TV shows where people are coached by Amel Bent
I often need a dictionary to understand the lyrics, that's my statement of failure
I even come to wonder if you can still write music when you were born before this century

Old rock n roll is dead in the ridiculous decline of its icons
Rap is no longer quite the same as soon as autotune goes wrong
I clearly don't have the bobo look stan smith smile naive chorus
I clearly don't have the filthy loser background of the fake alternative rebel
I could have made dad's old song like a nostalgic for Brel
But in truth to do that I love messing around a bit too much with Orel's punchlines

I took a stylish nickname in reference to that distant era
Where the genius of an artist was not limited to counting his TikTok followers
All your life you were looking for the beautiful the divine the eternal the universal
Not just to get a few dead likes, your only limit was the sky
It was literally in fact, you shouldn't mess with the inquisitors
Which proves that every period has a problem with this fucking concept of hater

So no I'm not in the street game, I'm more on the other side of the coin
And to tell the truth I don't give a damn even if no one wants to pay
I don't do this to live, that's why for me it has become vital
I just want to get into your head and infect your mind in a retroviral way
May my sound give you to you also the idea of ​​making art or music
And that the love of wisdom and poetry become pandemic again

Pandémique

https://northfield-lenox.com/

Night Letters - A collection of ‘audio interpretations’ of telegrams from the early 1900s. Each track is based on a portion of a real transmitted message.

Historically, telegrams were sent between a network of interconnected telegraph offices. A person visiting a local telegraph office would have their message telegraphed by morse code to another office, translated, and then delivered on a paper form. As with any form of communication, the messages could be routine, melancholy, joyous, or devastating.

The need to keep these messages short, and then reading them many decades later, provides plenty of room for imagination.

(Scans of actual telegrams were viewed at the Internet Archive)

= HOME AND FAREWELL =

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Vocals & lyrics : Janne Hennie

Changes in your life
Can be difficult to handle
Maybe it wasn't something you asked for
It suddenly appeared
And you just had to deal with the change

Chorus
But sometimes the change can be a good thing for you
It can make you feel better
And you can write the past a letter

Changes in your life
Can be difficult to handle
It can change how you feel
It can change the way you think
It can change what you see
It can change what you want in your life

chorus

Chorus

Changes in your life
Can be difficult to handle
But I will embrace
All that appeared
Which was for the best
And I will write the past a letter

Chorus

Chorus
Sometimes the change can be a good thing for you
It can make you feel better
And you can write the past a letter

Changes in your life....

Changes In Your Life

NatureSong

A chopping block of the political variety

On The Choppin' Block

I decided to do a different mix of this new tune. Personally I like this version better. Let me know what you all think and thank you.

Lyrics:
In the quiet of the night, I’ll whisper low
Shining the light where the dark water flows
Yet the train of lies rolls heavy and fast
A silver-tongued serpent, weaving shadows that last

Criminals dancing in pockets of gold
While justice is tangled, bought and sold
The bribes keep rolling like thunder in the sky
As the truth fades away, who’s to justify

Time’s a thief with a grin, ticking down our days
Marching to the walls where the light starts to sway
When will we see justice? Maybe never, it seems
In this cruel reality, we are lost in our dreams

Life feels unfair, like a game stacked in jest
Some ride on the fast train, while others are stressed
Evil lurks in corners, a predator unseen
Swallowing whole what’s been, what could have been

A trail of destruction where innocence once lay
The end is coming near, cloaked in shadows of gray
Yet I’ll keep singing, my heart beats with the truth
In a world that’s forgotten the brightness of youth

So, let’s shine a light in the depths of despair
Fight for the voiceless, and show them we care
Together we'll gather, a chorus to rise
For in the heart of the darkness, we’ll ignite the skies

So let the shadows tremble, let them break and bend
With love as our weapon, we’ll rise in the end
Though the night feels endless, our spirits won’t hide
Together we’ll shine, and become the light

All music and lyrics by: Len Bennati FM Folk Copyright 2025

Let the Light Shine (Mellow Mix) (Remaster)

Cast of Characters:

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick four string fretless bass, vocals, lyrics, and seed idea
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T electric guitar
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – clavinet and VST sax     
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, mix, and production
Eclectic Collective -- composition

This song started its life as one of a batch of bass lines Josh came up with around the New Year holiday. He recorded it to a rudimentary drum loop, which Ken replaced perfectly with his own beat. Stephen joined the project next, adding his chordally flavorful, foundational guitar you hear underlying the entire song. Not to miss out on the guitaring, Tez came up with the ethereal guitar fills that float around in there. Mark came after Tez with his textural wah clavinet, also adding the wonderful sax solo you hear in the middle. 
  After it was done musically, Josh went back and wrote some lyrics and sang them, too.
  Once it was in the can, we asked Tez to do the honors of mixing it for us, which he did in his always expert fashion. 
  This is a fine example of the Eclectic Collective coming together to create a heartfelt song.  We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:Sometimes I think about 
Things we used to talk about
Now I have to go without
Ever looking at your face x2
 
But I want you near me
Wish that you could hear me

What if we could ever reach
Out to the other each
But what would we say?
Is it just another routine day? x2
  
It makes my heart hurt bad
When I think of what I had
Now you’ve slipped away
Seems I saw you just the other day
 
Life can be really cruel
And I can be a fool
But I wish there were a way
I could hear what you would say

Loss (Eclectic Collective)

After I had seen the movie "Out Of Rosenheim" for the third time and had read a book about a number of well-known musicians writing songs about the historical road "Route 66", I came up with my story and Stytz composed this DEMO-track on the basis of my lyrics.
The "Road Of America"  still famous as "Motherroad". Bikers always loved it and love it to the present day telling thousands of stories and adventures referring to  this legend! 
We tried to capture the unique atmosphere and flair of this adventurous trip.
       
Intro: Mother, Mother, Mother Road............
          Mother, Mother , Mother Road 
          You´re a legend I was told
          Mother, Mother, Mother Road
          A million stories on about two thousand miles
Mother Road shows her spines in the heat of the day
Rock`em bikers til they sweat and sigh
C´mon, spread your wings and you ´ll fly
On the road with no bendings mile after mile
Passing by places of great movie times
Like” Bagdad Café” in "Out Of Rosenheim"
Or "Rain Man " at the” Big 8 Motel”
The “Goldrush” ,another story to tell
     Mother, Mother, Mother Road..........
Coffee and bagels at” Dixie Truckers Home”
Get the latest talk from the" Kings Of The Road"
Take a break to relax your mind and your soul
Listening to "Johnny" Cash and "Nat King Cole"
       Mother, Mother, Mother Road....................
"Bobby Troup" and his song of everlasting fame
All those great legends far too many to name
From East to West  , you´re free to take your picks
So ” Get Your Kicks On Route 66”

     Mother, Mother, Mother Road...........................

Outro:  ... a legend never dies...

Mother Road

Ain't nothing but beavers living up there

I Got Cooties In Vancouver

One of my favourite Soundcloud artists @remnant60 posted a gorgeous track that he left open for collaboration, so I jumped at the chance to try and add something that might fit with his ambient, mystical guitar sound. I settled on some ethereal cello chords (played on keyboard with some pitch bend modulation) and this is the result. I try to recommend listening with headphones when I think it's worth it, and I think it applies in this case.  :)

Check out his playlist where he compiled various other really cool adaptations of his original tune. Thanks Bill for continuing to inspire us with your magic! 

PLAYLIST: Variations On A Dream
https://soundcloud.com/remnant60/sets/variations-on-a-dream

Universal Language (collab with Remnant60)

Lyrics:
I'm the dark prince
On leave from the castle
The wine was over served
Feasting on the metaphors
Operas left unheard
Jewel encrusted areoles
Glass bottom gondolas
The saccharine muses
Behind the literary personas
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

Your God's most marvelous creation
In between the inhalations
I'm stuck here in this tourist trap
On the Astral Plane
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing left to blame
Synesthesia feelings
Have a similar refrain
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

My European suits
I'm a gentleman of leisure
The sounds from the unknown
Message and receiver
The trumpets blast in the city distance
I'm among the bourgeois class
Napoleonic pursuits
Kept under wraps

You were lost in my dream
I had your hand
I lost you in the waves
You were lost to the sea
I look for you everywhere I go
In the rental cars
The midnight bars
In every future embrace

Will you share this fever dream, my love?

Fever Dream

Last but not least... from the Album " Prince Of Darkness" the heavyrock piece "Broken People"... another story about " people on the dole".. this time played by TOX and composed by W.Dannemann (leadvoc./guitar).  Lyrics: Pee Gee  
Best enjoy with headphones...Rock On!!

Broken People

Dear Friends, this is a fairytale about my wonderful little Grandson.
Ok. I am not telling the exact truth. He is just 1 1/2 years old! He is constantly talking, but noone can understand what he says!!

Lyrics in English

A Visit to The Stream

Yesterday when we were walking with our little Grand son
we walked to the little stream that is near his home
it’s a reminder of how we must behave
it’s all the beauty that we saw when the steaming water had catched our souls

We discussed a lot of things that is important these days
the boy is nearly two years old but he is so bright
and he could listen to all problems the world has
and he could give me a suggestion how to solve all the problems in the world

We discussed the administration of Trump’s U S A
it seems to be a mess and the world doesn’t know
what new descitions this man has found out
and how to turn the boss in Russia to a warm and kind gentleman

It was amazing to see when the boy walked behind
his Grandmother like a duckling over logs and stones
and every time when he fell to the ground
he just laughed and he shouted with joy over this little mishap


Kära vänner, detta är en saga om mitt underbara lilla barnbarn 
Texter på Svenska

Ett besök vid bäcken

Igår när jag promenerade med min lilla barnbarn
gick vi till den lilla bäcken som är nära hans hem
det är en påminnelse om hur vi måste bete oss
det är allt det vackra vi såg när det strömmande vattnet hade fångat våra själar

Vi diskuterade många saker som är viktiga nuförtiden
pojken är nästan två år gammal men han är så klok
och han kunde lyssna på alla problem som världen har
och han kunde ge mig ett förslag på hur man löser alla problem i världen

Vi diskuterade administrationen i Trumps U S A
det verkar vara en enda röra och världen vet inte
vilka nya beslut den här mannen har hittat på
och hur man gör chefen i Ryssland till en varm och snäll gentleman

Det var fantastiskt att se när pojken gick bakom
hans mormor som en ankunge över stock och sten
och varje gång när han föll till marken 
skrattade han bara och han skrek av glädje över detta lilla missöde

A Visit to The Stream (Lyrics in description) - 2025-04-13 12.50

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On The Choppin' Block

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