Trouble

The songs I've always loved writing are those that come easily, whether they are 'soul-baring' personal expressions or 'thought-constructed' forms. 
This came very quickly.

Sketch: "Bereshit" (Brian Peters) 

I’VE GROWN USED TO YOU
(Brian Peters)

I’ve grown used to you
What can I say
I can’t seem to tell it right
Any other way
I get to feeling all the things that you do
Ooh babe, I’ve grown used to you

I’ve grown used to you
Does it seem bad
Like it’s always been this way
For the little time we’ve had
Feels like we’re riding on an old country bus
Ooh, babe, I’ve grown used to us

I’ve grown used to you
I’ve grown used to you

I’ve grown used to you
More than a wife
Like I’ve known you somewhere else
In another life
Feels like we’re locked inside an old memory
Ooh babe, and you’ve grown used to me

I’ve grown used to you
Close as I can
For all the distance that they say
Between a woman and a man
You’re still a mystery, I don’t know where you’re at
Ooh babe, and I’ve grown used to that

I’ve grown used to you
I’ve grown used to you

(Solo)

I’ve grown used to you
At the end of the day
I can’t seem to tell it right
Like you heard me say
Guess I believe in magic and déjà vu
Ooh babe, I’ve grown used to you

I've Grown Used To You

Copyright Nat Daniels / Colé 2020
Written by Nat Daniels & Colé
Performed and Produced by Nat Daniels

Lyrics:

Will I be Remembered - By Nat Daniels and Colê

Another 10 yrs has gone by
And I still haven’t written that book
Took some time to look up a friend
And see who still cares

It’s day after day with a mortgage to pay
it’s grind in itself to get by
I’m still holding on to the dream inside
And I wonder if time will be kind

Chorus:

Or will time leave me forgotten
Like a ball of used up cotton?
Am I still somewhere in someone’s mind?
Or a remnant of the days behind?
Will I be remembered for my deeds
And the love I left behind?
Will I be remembered....  
Oh remembered 

The Mirror keeps changing on me
Showing lines ain’t seen before
My eyes sees a child with a grin in her eyes
Who had dreams that could never be sold

And looking back on the life I had
I should count my blessings more
And I’ve many scars to show,
But strength to go on…

Chorus:
Or will time leave me forgotten
Like a ball of used up cotton?
Am I still somewhere in someone’s mind?
Or a remnant of the days behind?
Will I be remembered for my deeds
And the love I left behind?
Will I be remembered.... oh remembered
Remembered.

Will I Be Remembered

LiveCore ~ Chris and Scott
LiveOrgan ~ Laura Peskin
Vox/Comp/Production ~ Chris Dargay
All Rights Reserved ... E.O.S ;)

Your Eyes

Your Eyes - 2020 - Vox - Key - Demo 2

Halokinesis

Silent Standing
(D/L available at www.terrywigmore.com)

This is a very mean & moody Gibbo stood standing, silently singing ...more than thoughtful...leaning his back against his decaying doorway...
Terry somewhere in the chancellery, nonchalantly flipping a coin, with something nasty on one side and a worn out memory on the other. Offering some hope? Maybe not...
Me? Well, I'm in the toilet, with a grumbling bass whilst spouting a slightly sinister 'Andrews Sisters' thing :-)

This is just what we do...

Silent Standing

1) I can't quite remember, how it got to this
One moment you were there and then you're gone
But I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.
And I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.

2) But I can still recall your elegance and grace
As you shattered what was two and made it one
But I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.
And I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.

She moves like a flower in the chancelleries of spring...spring...
She moves...like a flower in the spring

(Repeat V.2)

…And I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.........


Music and Lyrics: Wigmore Allen  Gibbons

(Terry) Wigmore: Guitars, Synths, Vocals, Production
(Keith) Allen:        Bass, Lead guitar, Vocals
(Kevin)Gibbons:   Lead Vocal

Silent Standing

This track is basically a work-in-progress thing, but also finished in a way; so I'm glad that Morten sent me this version and gave permission to post it here.
Concept, composition, instruments, mastering - Morten Jeamland
flute solo in one go - joerworx
of course it is highly recommended to check out: https://soundcloud.com/orteneamland who also gave me the cover art image ! enjoy !

passion fruit - by Jeamland // flute feature -

The Art of Hoquet - D'Amore
November 2020
Duration: 2:45
Cover Art: John-Marc Ventimiglia

Based on the 14th century 2 part Ballade, Je ne cuit pas, by Guillaume de Machaut.  
The composition is written in a contemporary style using the technique of hoquet.

The term "hoquet" is a French word (in Old French also hocquet, hoket, or ocquet) meaning "a shock, sudden interruption, hitch, or hiccup".  Although the term is in reference to the secular music of the 13th and 14th centuries in France, the technique, under other names, could be heard in different types of music across the world as early as the 11th century.  Hoquet is the rhythmic linear technique using the alternation of notes, pitches, or chords.  In medieval practice of hocket, a single melody is shared between two (or occasionally more) voices or instruments such that alternately one voice sounds while the other rests.  Hoquet is also used in Indonesian Gamelan music, African music, Classical music, Jazz and popular music.

For strings, woodwinds, harp, bandura, celeste, virtual instruments and percussion

The Art Of Hoquet - D'Amour

Original composition, mix and mastering by Teth Sin @teth-sin : guitars,
bass, bağlama, samplers, lyrics, vocals, final vocal arrangement/mix

Mariam Zohra D / Myrh : Lyrics, vocals & their pre-mix, cover design

Photo by My Ti

On the musical side, this is basically the summary of a funky nightmare.
Teth Sin's lyrics represent an attempt of applying
electronic poetry to digitally crafted music: its starting point
consisted in extrapolating a few random sentences from an English
translation of the novel "Morel's Invention" by the Argentinian novelist
Adolfo Bioy Casares, subsequently randomizing the words order with an
old, discontinued software for Mac OS9. The resulting untidy text has
been eventually reorganized in sentences and verses, partially
influenced by a rational effort. This ostensible delirium possibly
conceals some hazy remarks on contemporary lifetime and/or today's
so-called "music industry". Of course, multiple interpretations are
allowed and encouraged.

As Teth's process of producing lyrics 'cuts through it all' you might say, 
Myrh highlights that strategy, singing "I'm just gonna walk right through"
coupled with attitudinal lines of "well, well now, ooooo well now!" :D

LYRICS:

walk right through
hey
walk right through
i’m just gonna walk right through
oh well
hey

In this hole of suffering our crushed flowers (to the left)
sound like sleeping deserts made out of steel. (to the right)
Your round, intense phonograph (- let me just walk - of me)
cannot believe in my constant insomnia. (oh well)

We control the resounding island from our blatant spot,
until the ground will open its greedy mouth.

Why does time speak louder than my nerves? (oh well)
An intruder sun kneels on the mud of repetition. (oh)
Pain parties continue as my monologue flows, (oh)
sparkling inside your amazing asylum.

A hard travel we had in our dead dream,
listening to your infernal gong.

Partly insane peers, polluted with lethargy,
chose to be heard in their childish garden.
Recalling a chance of immortality, I slowly noticed
an improper capacity of perceiving the last trembling sunrise. (easy, easy!)

well well well
oh! hey!
mm hmm, well now!
well, well

Is my unjustified air replying already? (well well now)
My second sky is constantly scared.

Strange trampled waters repeat their swaying escape (oh, to the left)
and speak of things happening in my mutilated nightmare. (to the right)
An invisible madness kept vocalizing (oh oh oh well)
and made our distress larger than reality.

iamma just walk right through
well well now!
walk right through
now!
i’m just gonna walk right through
well well now!
ooo well!

Larger Than Reality

Teth Sin f. Myrh | Larger Than Reality

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”
– Frida Kahlo

Museum

A collaboration with a fellow bedroom producer. Although, Emily gets out much more now that she's dead.
Lyrics by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain

the empty shells surrounding the deep love
END EMPIRE

taRka: a process, a place
a collaborative project
by Myrh : Mariam Zohra D
poetry/song/visual arts
@myrhyum @myrhyummy @tariqa-kali
> https://tarka1.bandcamp.com/
> https://mariam-zohra-d.my.canva.site/portfolio#home

great appreciation to
a network of enchanted,
conscious music,
enabling me to weave
a poetry of resilience.
journeying to mystic places,
reflection, projected in waves of rhythm.
feeling home in melodies
made of new and old.
paintings to spark the soul.

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