A song about cross country running with friends in the outstanding Surrey Hills – in Winter, Spring and Summer.

Running in the Surrey Hills

A vineyard stretches out – intact in virgin snow
Pre-race espresso still tintangles in our blue veins
Take out the timer and get ready to press “go”
A northern blast will petrify these southern faces
Our swarm of crimson vests ascends the steady hill
And each pace crunches down the crystal powder chill

Running in the Surrey Hills - voices are swallowed in the soft acoustic
Running in the Surrey Hills - in the winter time

Now narrow trails twist through the bitter bluebell floor
And three-plank bridges straddle rattling cackling flow
Our ragged chain snakes down the boggy broken track
White Hawthorn hedges flank the broad acres below
Step over deep-ploughed waves across the country mile
And clasp a helping hand through kissing gate and stile

Running in the Surrey Hills – soaking our spikes in the storm at sunset
Running in the Surrey Hills – when the bluebells chime

Now nettles needle naked knees with open arms
In single file we weave through tall Indium corn
Epicurean view from Ranmore spire to Leith Hill
From blasted furnace fields to crazy shady cool copse 
At Greensand way, wipe stinging eyes from rosary sweat
Dense, deeply musky mustard yellow oil vignette

Running in the Surrey Hills - voices are swallowed in the soft acoustic
Running in the Surrey Hills - in the summer time

Running In The Surrey Hills

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Model Model ( Live)

This song first entered my mind while I was comparing translations of the poetry of the remarkable Song dynasty poet Li Qingzhao.

	The attraction I have to Li Qingzhao's work is twofold - firstly: the sheer power of her expression, which speaks to me through each and every translation (some translations being so different that I often fail to recognize them as being the same poem) - secondly: her “Ci” poetry, is, for all practical purposes, songwriting.   “Ci” poetry began as lyrics to be sung to tunes both popular and original, not unlike the “12 bar blues” or “rock and roll” songs of the modern world.

	The imagery used in this song largely comes from her Ci poem “Banana Trees”, but should in no way be thought of as a translation - I do not pretend to have that kind of scholarship or talent.   It is, at best, a re-working of theme and image for a contemporary context.

	I do not know the original source of the cover art I have used here, but I found it at http://www.chinesetimeschool.com/en-us/articles/li-qingzhao/.   There are no extent images of Li Qinqzhao from her own time.

Lyrics:
        looking from our door, I see the poplars that we planted
	their green shadows fill the lawn
	their green shadows fill the lawn, leaves a-flutter in the breeze,
	in the quiet of the moment, they seem to share my thoughts

	they seem to share my thoughts, I recall a last farewell
	at the gateway of our home
	at the gateway of our home I listen to the sound, 
	in the quiet of the moment, to the rustling of leaves

	the rustling of leaves, a sound you’ll never hear again
	it breaks my heart
	it breaks my heart we can no longer share our thoughts,
	in the quiet of the moment, looking from our door

Looking From Our Door

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Looking from Our Door

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Performed by Yelena & bitzone
Yelena (vocals, acoustic guitars, synth)
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone (synth, bass, drums, and production)

Image: illustration by Chas Pears from The Studio magazine, October 1894

Freezing Rain

Morning rain, cry, cry, cry
Winter ice, melt, melt, melt
Troubled wind, don't you dare bother me
Spare my soul

One of these mornings
I get off this crazy train
And the gold of the morning sun
Will be mine
And my heart would heal
And my spirit soar
I will travel this dreaded road
No more

Morning rain....

His shoes were worn
And the skin was old and wrinkled
And he softly, oh so quietly
Talked to me
'Why should you work
so hard', he said
'The fire is slowly dying...'

'All margins are drawn
And the list is all written
All buttons are sewn
All apples are bitten
And the only damn thing
We are all born to do
Is to quietly, quietly, quietly
Disappear'

Freezing rain, freezing rain, freezing rain
Road is closed

I've seen you before
I am sure you know it all
And I do, yes I do
Know your name
Your wisdom is deep
And it's good for fleecing sheep
I will listen to you
No more

Morning rain, cry, cry, cry
Broken heart, bleed, bleed, bleed
Troubled wind, don't you dare bother me
Spare my soul
Spare my soul

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Song trailer on Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/858076535242258763/

Freezing Rain [bitzone production]

Original Track
https://soundcloud.com/user-12684450/02-track-2

Songwritten and sung by Allen Anderson
Produced, arranged, mixed and mastered by The FURICO Music Team
Guitar and Electric Bass: Allen Anderson

Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/alaska.html
Notaion Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wxe9Q2P3sUw

Alaska 1978 - 2020/Allen Anderson + The FURICO Music Team

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Who knows what's going on when the paws start twitching and the whiskers go into overdrive. Then the rapid motions subside and all is calm - for a while.
(Photo: our boss Daisy Rascal  - en repose)

Cat Sleeping #1

Recorded a while back with an Epiphone SG, DIY Dwarf Destroyer clone pedal and a second fuzz I wired up incorrectly giving interesting analog synth like results as the knobs were turned.

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