Very relaxing! Come and listen to some of my songs, if you like!

Your guitar work suits this piece so beautifully, Nick!

I would say you stepped it up quite nicely, Mr. Davies :) Excellent collab!

Sublime guys!!!! By by by bye bye..............;)

What an amazing collab! You two are so talented!!

♥ Nick R Davies ♥

I  wanna  do  let  me  fall  in  love  with  you

Min serenad till dig. 1034 ( 1996 ) Margareta Theorin - Eddy Mango ( Margareta )

Dedicated to my wife Roberta..., 42 years together

voglio solo te

This AMAZING guitar Compostiion was written by Neno J. from Croatia

The original composition is here: https://soundcloud.com/user-442202241/sparks

Lyircs & Vocal composition by The Beautiful Dark


Sparks

Good holiday heart luminate those fingers
True talent traced fragile like mind that lingers
Good great perform in this haystack of love
Be needle of life found as system of Dove

Sparks
Larks
Take your reigns
Mark new dimension
Life has music to save
Ahhhhhhhh
To bread bin
To art
Library of smart
"Lagani prsti"
Philosophy chart
Music has life to save through heart
Ooo Ooo Ooo Ooo

Energy flow
Be luminous
Know framed stoic like show
Good avatar
Let it go
Spark these string fueled fingers
Got glow
Energy flow
Be luminous
Know
Get glow
Energy flow
Good avatar let it go

Sparks

This is inspired from a trip to beautiful Sweeden and its Lagom lifestyle. All is in the measure. Hope this gently swings for you.
Ok, Ok, you may be right
Ok, Ok , You may be wrong
Ok, Ok, The sun is bright
Ok, Ok, Everything'll be alright

Ok, Ok, you may be be rich
Ok, Ok you may be poor
Ok, Ok, Take it easy
Don't let the sun drive you crazy 

Ok, Ok, you may be black
Ok, Ok, you may be white
Ok, Ok, Don't get angry 
Ok, Ok, let's be happy (together)

Ok, Ok, you may feel down
Ok, Ok, you may feel high
Ok, Ok, don't you worry
Ok, Ok, let it be, the lagum way !

OK,  OK (you may be right !)

Right now, vague anxieties in the world strike us like noise.
What is its root cause? Sadness? Anger? Or fear? No, that's not it.
Its true nature is the fear called "loneliness" that suddenly comes to anyone.
Even if filled with love, friendship, or family, loneliness somehow crosses the mind.
In this world, I am the only one. The only one who knows me is myself. The feeling of loneliness is very painful.
However, we face that loneliness sincerely.
That is precisely what allows us to truly notice others' loneliness, empathize with others' sadness, and become advocates who grasp others' feelings.
When we feel loneliness and based on that are able to erase the world's noise, we perceive everything as conscious.
But the world is so impermanent, and someday the end of life will come to you and me too.
What we leave behind then is not a big deal.
What exists there is a world of "nothingness." Yes, everything returns to nothing. The world and we all return to nothing. But the "nothingness" embraces the world—gently, strongly, bravely, and cheerfully, peacefully, and calmly..."

This track was created from my original draft of the words, which he translated into English and brought to life through narration.

fictionalive ⭕ UNITY https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Returns To Nothingness//全ては無に還る//with narration

Echoes From The Swamp

The mix is all over the place but I'm not concerned, lol
--
FoF: drums, bass, guitar, keys, professional count off

To whom (me!) it may (yes, me!) concern (that's me, yes, it's me!)

Video Link 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMIRYXYPgAI
Video Link 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioUIhZ_hdXU
Video Link 3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndo-7TJAjrI

Simple Phrase - lot of fun💫💖🤩 & Video Link

Wonderful summer's day in Umbria, 1798. Warm, hazy sun, lazy insects, wafts of olive wood, dry earth, lemons and linen. Arrived at the market with the usual dredging thirst for wine that presented itself at midday in those times. Strode purposefully towards an artisan liqueur stall, equally drawn by the rainbow of bottles and the rather toothsome fair lady behind the table. She dipped her head and stole a glance ar me, doe-eyed and chancing a tiny smile at the corner of her mouth. "You want to try?" She breathed, seductively I thought. "Anything from your fair hand" (inward grimace). A deep lilac flute of sugary spirit was gulped with enthusiasm. .a little self-conscious of the glipping noise of my swallow. Dragged my hand across my lips and felt very strange. All the colours of the day became a swirl and, mortifyingly,  I felt a growing wet warmth spread across the front of my breeches.

Next thing I know, I am awake in an iron cage, in a dark stone dungeon. "Oh, Lord, not again" I muttered. The substantial mound of flesh I knew as the Marchesa lumbered towards me, like a walking chest of drawers in a frock. She moved her ham head to within an inch of mine. Camel-toothed and wild-eyed she told me that naughty Nicholas would be punished for wetting himself.

Right hip still plays up a bit, and I mix my own drinks now
Life's lessons, eh?
Be good

Nick

Female voice from the excellent Madam Vicious http://freesound.org/people/MadamVicious/

The Marchesa's Bitter Potion

Had a fabulous surprise when Jimmy,https://soundcloud.com/j-rivas sent me a track and said "do what you like!". A long time admirer of his super, genre-spanning music, excellent vocals, keen humour and generosity this was marvellous fun to work on and a great privilege. Chuckled all the way through recording this, with his deadpan, surreal outbursts! Thanks again, Jimmy

Be good
Nick


J.Rivas And Nick R Davies NICK WITH THE SOLID KICK

Florence 1888, first floor apartment, Via de’ Tornabuoni. Slumped on the bed in my shoes, mid-afternoon. You know how it is..the tall windows open inwards, the shutters allowing in thin dusty slabs of ochre sun. The day's half-memories melting into the distance, like milk in a slow river. Limbs and tongue heavy, immobile, each breath a sugary draught of the otherworld. Distant noises; carts, whistling, a dog, crisscrossing my mind in tiny twinkles. My whole being gently reverberating in the transfer to sleep. 

Then a new thought...unable to be repelled. The growing, ugly realisation that I forgot to use the bedpan before I laid down.
Be good

Nick

Influenced by the beautifully mellow work of ELT https://soundcloud.com/extremeloungeterror
Photo is Snoring Old Man | by Nicky Wilkes

Twenty Winks

I am a huge admirer of Nocturnal RoSe (Natalia)and her unique vocal style and very pleased to be part of a collaboration with her. https://soundcloud.com/kiabeniki

This is an adaptation of a track she posted a while back and we've both reworked parts to fit. When I received the vocal stem and Omnisphere I thought 'Wow, Davies, you'd better step up!" 

I thank her for her huge talent and kindness.

We hope you enjoy this and thank you for listening and reading
Be good

Nick

Bye Bye (Safe Place )- Nocturnal RoSe And Nick R Davies

Back in 1910, I was blessed to have met Julius Klunk, quite possibly the clumsiest man to have walked the teeming streets of the East End of London. I say blessed because he not only provided, unwittingly, through his wretched and ungainly sense of coordination, a chortle value far in excess of any reasonable expectation of a work colleague, but also saved my life. Working as Muffin Men we would meet at the Bakery at 5:30am sharp. He would usually be sporting two or three blood roses of tissue paper, stauching the damage inflicted during his morning, hacking, shave, and at least one finger was freshly hooded with a sticking plaster. His delivery list inevitably fluttered face-down into a puddle; his hat quickly following as he swooped down to retrieve it. His first load of muffins was generally accepted to be sacrificial - his second came with a stern warning. Customer payments frequently slid down the outside of his pockets and onto the doorstep. Muffins were usually handed over with a thumbnail accidentally gouging an arm, or worse, a breast or eye. Retreating with breathless apology backwards down the front steps would result in a heavy fall onto his back and a flailing leg. Crossing the road, he would send horses whinnying and wheels screeching. 

One day, I was dragged into an alley by a couple of knife-wielding thugs, demanding I hand over the takings. Unwilling to yield,  they drew their blades to my throat.  "I say! Unhand him!" I heard with the corner of my eye. Klunk then tripped over a dustbin and windmilled forward trying to break his fall for about 15 yards. His arms clubbed heavily the two muggers, who fell senseless to the floor. Sorry..sorry. .sorry he mumbled.

I treated him to a foaming draught of Pale Ale for his trouble, which he held to the light then promptly poured down his front and his groin.

I was impressively accurate in consuming mine.
Be good

Nick

Klunk

Music & Mix by Rizzlic https://soundcloud.com/rizlix
Lyrics & Vocals : Special Cecilia    https://soundcloud.com/spacialcecilia
Dan aka Rizzlic made this Super New Version with my Vocals from "Same Planet" 
& ask me to put it in here on line :)

Original Track ;   https://soundcloud.com/spacialcecilia/meme-same-planete
Other Version :  https://soundcloud.com/ricochet8888/same-planet-2-step-demo

CHILDREN Of The UNIVERSE *** Rizzlix feat Special Cecilia

This is what I did.
Fast asleep now
Time was our only enemy 
Be good
Nick

My music is below
https://soundcloud.com/bluecherrykiss

Bye Bye (Safe Place )- Nocturnal RoSe And Nick R Davies

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