Beautiful song and performance! Enjoyed it very much Netta&McGill! ✨🧡

Lovely. You two have done a lot of good work in a short time.

Lovely writing and such a pure delivery Annette. Terrific team work! Durge

So much feeling in your voice---  what a great song !!!

Lovely track! Lovely melody, vocals and music play!

Photo: Physically choreographed charcoal art by Heather Hansen

The Price (Round And Around Go The Days)
August 19, 2021 All Right Reserved

Round and around go the days
Reaching for something that slips away
Is this the price we must pay

Speaking of things that you don’t understand
It’s a crying shame
Lingerin’ too long like an overplayed song
it’s a fools game

Over and over we go
Hoping for reason to take control
Try not to let it all go

Tellin me this and you’re tellin me that
to ad nauseam
I’m goin my way and you’re going yours
To the bitter end

Round and around go the days
Reaching for something that slips away
Is this the price we must pay

The Price (Round And Around Go The Days)

Hangin by a thread, i thought of something someone said, then slipped beyond the pale to walk amongst the shadows of the pine.
The southern wind sublime upon my face, the tracks of tears erased, washed clean of any trace.
that leaves me to a tiny possibility of Grace.

A tiny possibility of grace.

Esta es mi última colaboración.
Está basada en la composición original escrita por Maria Bourgeois and Bryan McDaniel (https://soundcloud.com/user-217204530/glacial-melt)

Manuel de la Flor: composición instrumental y producción.
María Bourgeois: vocal y melodía vocal.

Foto: Ana Stube
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This is my last collaboration.
It is based on the original composition written by Maria Bourgeois and Bryan McDaniel (https://soundcloud.com/user-217204530/glacial-melt)

Manuel de la Flor: instrumental composition and production.
María Bourgeois: vocal and vocal melody.

Glacial Melt (MARIA BOURGEOIS AND DELAFLOR)

To the beauty of simple things, like that of this beautiful Spanish Sparrow

SPARROW

Usher Valse by Nikita Koshkin

This is a STONERJAZZ and Tea R Sea trip.   I was happy to play on this, big fan of the Smoking Trout material.  

The second installment of Smoking Trout's EPIC tale of adventure, love, heartache, and a bunch of other stuff, in the travels of the "Hobo Cyberpunks" and the "BUS"

Tea R Sea(Terry) Producer, Synth, percussion, artwork
Uziel - vocals,keyboards(clarinet)
TexMex Shamen (Stephen) guitar
Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches (Jo Richter) percussion, lyrics
StonerJazz(jeff) Lyrics, vocals, percussion

lyrics

you may have heard the creaking noise and tiny footsteps n the darkened corridors
that stretch to the southern boundaries of the unpolluted parts
where souls are living with total disregard for the nature of the Holy Dumpling
floating on the cosmic stew that simmers horizontally to your soul ln your heart

Traveling with the HOBO CYBERPUNKS, l learned a thing or two from the leader of the band Cosmic Stu who ln a wild tangent and a Rant, described a different spot
a filthy plot, invaded by tribe of bots, who stank of superficiality
an opportunity that he lost

The teachers teach ln empty auditoriums to pupils lost ln 4 inch screens
sequestered ln squalid scenes, that go unnoticed as useless information ls gobbled up and gobbled down ln every home and every town
Put the monster down and walk away He sald,
lron John ls not afraid of the queen
and even though the prince ls doomed
the purpose doesn't change

let me introduce you to some members of the band
there's Sally and Roberta who play the clarinet with beauty and with Grace
who plays the violin and Viola who makes the Djembe
bounce around the brain
with subliminal referrals to her pleasure and her paln
The horns are played by the twins
Maurece and Nostradamus, their trumpeting sublime

the accordlan of course ls played by Johnny who you might remember from the land of Zed, He did eventually get out of bed and sald
This reminds me of a time when things were real, and l could feel the rope of
hope wrapped firmly around and round my throat
before l knew the truth about the Lle
before l knew the meaning of goodbye

Now Stu he claimed to know or knew the whereabouts of the holy condiment that grew only
just outside his windowsill (and was essential to the Dumpling's flavor)
where he lived ln another life with Mary-Ann his ex-wife
who left hm for a guy named Sid who was a maestro on guitar
and had a band that traveled wide and far
including Mary Ann, and Larry too

Looking for that very thing
Hoping for just one bite
of that heavenly delight
before the turning of the light

The Holy Dumpling "the Smoking Trout" (featuring STONERJAZZ, Tea R Sea, Uziel, Jo Richter)

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

so back in time again to the start of this brand new millenium , here is a very cynical inspection of this thing we call romance . I thought this would be timely to put out there.

Valentines

Valentines (Raw Demo 2002)

Eterna

Right Here

There is no room for sloppy habits in space. They could be fatal. But then we are only human (apart from those non-humans, that is).

Image by Neural Blender, a web-based AI artist.

Things Began To Slide

We randomly met on the cloud in our opposite parts of the world. Our love for music - the beauty in its simplicity and stories brought us together. We want to create music with no fuss - blessed to be two of the same mind - making demos of the songs we enjoy writing together. 

~ We are so grateful that you follow us while we do what we love ~

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