I agree the richness of the guitar is really nice.  Great track, Nate!

Dude this is really nice.  Love those slides and the somewhat dissonant chords upon resolving.  Bass line really supports it well.

Absolutely great. The Shivers and the Guitars.😊🙏

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Flint (Jun. 2024)

We conclude our Summer Series on a hopeful note and a glimpse into the future.  Mankind has finally found that it can accept the differences that divide us, share the bounty between us, and become a vast community governed by faith, hope, and love. How did such a thing come about?  We collectively took a step back from the brink of self-annihilation by realizing "we solve most things if we talk".  
Ironically, this was the most complex song of the five to put together,  We all had an idea of how we wanted it to turn out, and thanks to Seagull and a lot of talking between us behind the scenes, we came to consensus and a final version.  Our little band is proof "we can solve most things if we talk":)  It has been an honor to work with each of you: 
Music composition, 1st guitar (center), bass, synths, mix and production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
Right & Left Guitar; Our wonderful guitarist; David, @david-dunhamuser589535203
Lyrics & Vocals; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Vocals and harmonies; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, @oddrun-eikli
And the key phrase at the end; The lovely little Finley, 7 years old.

We Solve Most Things If We Talk

Summer rain finds my face, splashing through my smile
Thunder rumbles fall away, storm is phasing through
Peace of mind is on the case, misery is in denial,
Yesterday’s squally day, tomorrow’s skies are azure blue.

Dreams of history’s tension gladly start to ease
Gripping claws of lunacy finally shun the past
Seems things turned out badly for hunger and disease
Slipping towards unity, laying down the guns at last.

Call my neighbour as my friend, our meanings line as one
Colour, gods and politics accepted as they are
Mutualities to defend no conflict clouds our shining sun
Consideration and respect, a communal repertoire

Mother Mary called today
Handed me a flower stalk
Kissed my worries clean away
We solve most things if we talk.

Need as might we understand equality’s a bed of lies
Celebrate uniqueness as a cast of human thread
Day and night, hand in hand, no polity compromise
Learning from our weakness past, focused on the light ahead.

Mother Mary spoke today
Led me on a learning walk
Eased my troubles on the way
We solve most things if we talk.

Mother Mary sang today
Left me with a simple thought
The wisest heads will simply say
We solve most things if we talk.
"We Solve Most Things If We Talk"

Contented Man (Seagull, Oddrun, Peter, David)

Our version of The Telescopes' Songs Of Love And Revolution, music and lyrics by Stephen Lawrie.

Songs Of Love And Revolution (a metal version)

Available on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/7ELJfDSS9O5slDeGvDW7sl

Other streaming platforms:
https://emubands.ffm.to/lifeworthliving

Lyrics:

I’ve been chasing dreams around 
but I haven’t found
any reason to go on
all my hope is gone

I’ve cried so hard but it’s no use 
I’ve tried and tried but it’s too hard 
(to make life worth living)

There’s no one in my home 
So I’m going to die alone 
and soon I’ll be gone

I’ve cried so hard but it’s no use 
I’ve tried and tried but it’s too hard 
(to make life worth living)

I throw my hands up, I throw my hands up 
and walk away
I throw my hands up, I throw my hands up 
and walk away
(I gotta I give up)

I don’t want to stay and feel this way 
I’m gonna throw it all away
I can’t stand the pain

I’ve tried so hard but it’s no use 
I’m not going to try anymore 
(to make life worth living)

My body’s just a cage
to keep my soul from running away 
it doesn’t want to stay
so I’m gonna set it free today

My body’s just a cage
to keep my soul from running away 
it doesn’t want to stay
so I’m gonna set it free today

I throw my hands up, I throw my hands up 
and walk away
I throw my hands up, I throw my hands up 
and walk away
I’m gonna give up

Ah-hah, ooh, state your name and business 
Ah-hah, that’s manners
Ah-hah, state your name and business 
Ah-hah, that’s manners
(How do you do, how do you do, how do you do) 
Ah-hah, state your name and business
(How do you do, how do you do, how do you do) 
Ah-hah, that’s manners
(How do you do, how do you do, how do you do) 
Ah-hah, state your name and business
(How do you do, how do you do, how do you do) 
Ah-hah, that’s manners

Life Worth Living

Trübselig (Gloomy)

Still had time to taste some crystals of silence, before the devil began to distort the transparent symmetry.
Hands with arched nails pull up the white raw silk stockings to her knees; she feels a renewed spirit, even though she knows the stockings will eventually come down again.
You can already hear the mud walking outside.
She goes out to buy milk bread at the cafe, when she opens the door of the building; she gives in to the dream the primacy of guiding her, tiptoe over water lilies.
A sting each time a bottle was dropped at the bottom of the recycling bin, she thought of the neighbors who were still sleeping, would they receive messages in their dreams that weren't written on the bottles?
She was reading a book like an actress in rehearsal as she walked down the street in autopilot mode, her knuckles brushing against the fresh morning myths; she was possessed by images in the heavy, noisy air, lines of passion in fragmentation.
People running on the small stone walkway with burning pain in their knees and heels.
He arrives at the cafe, sits down on the terrace where the sun shines, a breath of coffee spreads in the air with mysterious symbols. Under the water mirror of a small lake, roots in the form of clock hands that do not give in to the call of time, clinging to childhood, giant egg in the center of the lake half out of water, has a crack, is full of blood, through the blood a way. In the distance, a rocky slope, dismembered, alienated trees.
Cobalt-blue bodice, pointers tremble little needle screams, shadows in the eyes of the titties, two twin chapels, between them goes the size of your soul, close your eyes and remain static, cathedral of flavors of private cultivation, the pink mouth gives itself naked in the open air a procession courting the skin. Fine silk on which a heart of light is drawn falls from her breasts, with her hands she brushes away things like abracadabra, awakened mystery, creator plush, desert cross, chalice between her legs, soda with bubbles, she plays the organ.
Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg

7-11-2024 translation in description

Handpan Impro - Uwe Leonhardt

This is a simple but languid waltz piece for solo guitar.

The Hesitation Waltz

Out Of The Confusion

Home Recordings / Curated Playlists / 

Collaboration / Participation / 

In pursuit of novelty. /

Flint (Jun. 2024)

Nathaniel Ehrnman

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