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SMILES & FLIGHTS

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The Nick R Davies stories...In order from 1605 to the future...
Mr Nick Davies THIS IS YOUR LIFE!!

From the many friends who you have collaborated with on the cloud we present the following guests
@senfschool @senfsuck @nevermoon @herculeszentrale @joerxworx @user-820148039
Nickrdavies – Chicken-rooster-cows-senfschool-maze-und-nick-r-davies
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Nickrdavies – Just-be-your-senf
@extremeloungeterror
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Nickrdavies – Elt-and-nick-r-davies-the
Nickrdavies – Untroubled-elt-and-nick
@esyrup
Nickrdavies – Six-degrees-of-separation-esyrup-and-nick-r-davies
Nickrdavies – Five-more-minutes-with-you-esyrup-and-nick-r-davies
Nickrdavies – The-skeleton-improvement
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Nickrdavies – Madness-is-the-only-freedom
Nickrdavies – Facing-east-esyrup-and-nick-r-davies
@milanazilnik
Nickrdavies – Milana-midnight-stroll-featuring-nick-r-davies
Nickrdavies – Darkness-awaits-milana-zilnik-with-nick-r-davies
@dacca
Nickrdavies – Les-sanglots-longs-dacca-with-nick-r-davies
@telefan
Nickrdavies – Nicks-posh-blues-telefan-and-nick-r-davies
@hossein-tunes
Nickrdavies – Loop-nick-r-davies-and-rehearsals
Nickrdavies – Regret-rehearsals-and-nick-r-davies
Nickrdavies – Adele-cover-lovesong-rehearsals-and-nick-r-davies
@sleepingenius
Nickrdavies – Isolation-with-poemsleepingenius-and-nick-r-davies
@paul-racle
Nickrdavies – Go-go-pavloviante-and-nick-r-davies
Nickrdavies – Fall-rock-ballad-paploviante-and-nick-r-davies
Nickrdavies – Dark-bridge-paploviante-and-nick-r-davies
@jon-davies-2
Nickrdavies – Songbird-jon-davies-and-nick-r-davies
@kiabeniki
Nickrdavies – Bye-bye-safe-place-nocturnal-rose-and-nick-r-davies
Nickrdavies – Penny-for-your-thoughts-nocturnal-rose-and-nick-r-davies
Nickrdavies – Thrasher-nocturnal-rose-and-nick-r-davies
@pierrou
Nickrdavies – In-memory-of-13-november-pierrou-tissan-nick-r-davies
@wildsilences
Nickrdavies – Where-the-wild-ones-sing-wildsilences-and-nick-r-davies
Nickrdavies – How-beautiful-you-are-wildsilences-and-nrd
@j-rivas @mrkil1o1
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@discratebye
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Nickrdavies – Lost-song-konokunok-and-nick-r-davies
@thephaige @dairv-dubbleyew @jaime0223
Nickrdavies – Delineation-of-arc
@mike-spring
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@hotos
Nickrdavies – Bunch-of-irreverence-hot-os-and-nick-r-davies

"This is your life" - The Nick R Davies stories

MEMORIES

BOILED BEEF & CARROTS (Millie Thatcher)
Composers: Collins / Murray.
Recorded live at The Palais de Folk, London, Christmas 1975.
For our Nan, Millie Thatcher (1899 - 1985)

Singing along to the radio was an unselfconscious habit inherited from our Mum, Dad & Nan. It was from Nan, though, that we heard what seemed like an endless stream of music hall and variety songs we can all still sing today, given half the chance.  This was a favourite of hers and, it seems, of the crowd too.  Many thanks to Jono Trott at Core Arts for all his help ‘cleaning up’ the original recording.

Boiled beef and carrots,
Boiled beef and carrots,
That's the stuff for your Derby Kell
Makes you fit and keeps you well.
Don't live like vegetarians
On food they give to parrots,
Blow out your kite, from Morn 'til night,
On boiled beef and carrots.

Boiled Beef & Carrots - Millie Thatcher (1975)

Angel created a remix of one my jams. I thought it would be fun to jam to the remix. Lisa heard the jam, and created these amazing vocals, and lyrics. 

Vocals & lyrics by Lisa West http://soundcloud.com/faerytale
Guitars by Me
Remix by Angel Bambu http://soundcloud.com/itsbam

http://soundcloud.com/faerytale/kiss-the-sky

Kiss the sky

All along the watchtower 
With Hendrix's ghost I roamed 
Looked onto a horizon, blue with the stars calling me home 
But, if you kiss the sky tonight you'll be gone with Foxy Lady and Little Wing 
Don't be surprised by the stars in their eyes 
It's only a little thing

Stepping stones to a shotgun blast 
My soul, borne on ships passing in the night 
Midnight lightening on the highway of broken dreams 
I know everything's going to be alright 
Wake up this morning and find yourself dead 
There may be nothing wrong, but there may be some strange things ahead 
And if you kiss the sky tonight, you'll be gone 
With, Hey, Joe and Voodoo Child 
Don't be unnerved by the bleeding heart 
Don't be unnerved by the smile

Waiting for the dead to rise, wild thing flying the skies 
In a purple haze that envelops the moon 
I used to wonder, now I know why I sing the blues 
And if you kiss the sky tonight, you'll be gone

Through the valleys of Neptune 
Through the Earth blues, I'm a free spirit 
Can't you tell, a burning desire, better times ahead 
As I kiss the sky and say, farewell

Kiss the Sky by Lisa West (Faerytale) with Telefan & Angel Bambu Remix

Quanta [A walk in the garden with Schrödinger's dog] by Quantafide from the album 'String Theory'
[free track download at https://quantafide.bandcamp.com/track/quanta]

Written and recorded by Quantafide. 
Mastered by Quantafide

(C) Quantafide 2014

Quanta

And I Never Took You To A Festival
(Written by Brian Reeves, 1973)

Today, the 22 August, is the saddest of anniversaries.  On this day, two years ago, I lost my dear brother Brian.  This is a bedroom recording of a song written by him over 40 years ago and one I'd never intended to post at all.  However, I thought today might be a good opportunity to give it a bit of an airing.  This is the only copy still in existence, so please forgive the poor recording quality.  Hope you enjoy it.
For you, Bri.  We all miss you so much.   (Gary Reeves)

Brian Reeves: Vocals / Acoustic Guitar

LYRICS:
The past is over
Be soon forgotten
The ties we had now
Just broken cotton

Auf Wiedersehen
Bonjour my lady
Goodbye Bye Honey
Good Day O’Grady

Drop me a line when you're feeling fine
Seeing the new day will stop your crying

The way you’re feeling
Is just a passage
Through open curtains
To your eyelashes

The past is over
To be remembered
The Summer days are
Too soon Septembered

Drop me a line when you’re feeling fine
I’d like to know ‘cause you’re on my mind

Yeah, you’re on my mind
You’re on my mind (Repeat…)

And sometimes I’m wondering why
We are all such islands lonely
Without the peace that they enjoy
So naked that we hide

And I Never Took You To A Festival (1973) Rocky Mountain)

I Can Dream Can't I? 
Carpenters' Cover, written by Sammy Fain in 1935.
Vocals - Robyn Youlten.
Orchestration - Jean-Michel George.
Flute - Chris Scheri
Engineered by Chris Scheri

This song is the culmination of literally years of searching the globe for someone to help me to fulfill a dream and a promise I made to my Dad and myself to record this song.
Words cannot express my gratitude to Jean-Michel George and Chris Scheri for making my dream come true. I only hope I have done this justice. Peace , light and love, Robyn.

I Can Dream Can't I

Hi there and welcome to our latest creation, 'In My Memories you Remain Near' by Matt Baker & John Styles

This track is different from our normal releases, due to the nature of the events that inspired it.

Whilst watching the tragic news that recently shattered the lives of so many people on the streets of Paris and in other places across the world, where the innocent fall victim to the evil that others perpetrate in the name of their beliefs, opinions and so called just causes. A terrible feeling of sadness and pain gripped me, as it felt as though there is nowhere left that is unmolested by evil. As with most things that affect me, I found myself sat in front of my piano trying to release these feelings through my music. This raw piano composition is what come out, along with my emotions and deep feelings for all those that have suffered.

I sent this raw mix to John and explained to him that I felt I needed to express these emotions and suggested it should be released straight away. As a symbol of unity and peace, in the hope it could perhaps bring the smallest amount of calm to this crazy world, even if it was only for the time it took to listen.

John helped me greatly  to come to terms with these feelings and encouraged me to revisit the piece and try to build it into a full composition.

For me the pain remains within these notes and melodies, which I have never experienced in such a strong way before, so needless to say I found this a real challenge. But my challenge pales into insignificance compared to those tragic events. 

Unfortunately all of us have experienced the feelings of loss, but we find comfort in the memories we hold in our hearts. This thought stayed with me as I would and is the reason behind the title.

So it is our hope that, in hearing this piece, you will take the time to reflect upon your own feelings and allow yourself a moment with your own Memories.

We welcome any comments and feedback, but ask that people are respectful to our feelings behind this track, which are intended as simple gesture of kindness and compassion.

Thank you for listening, all the best for now, 

Peace and Respect, 

Matt & John


Matt Baker & John Styles - In Our Memories You Remain Near

This track is also inspired by observing playing games,
about big and small ones, purple words, desperate and deranged local presidents, coloured packaging materials, the good, the bad and....all that daily players stuff.

(this music also contains SW - collage playing stuff)

SW: Bass, Guitars, and Bouzouki, and some silly words.
Also included some south american drum samples,
a PCO ringing tone and my answering machine :-)

P.S.:
"Heinz plays with Warcraft and Anna plays with Pit
Joseph plays with Money and Money´s happy with it
Angie talks to Holograms , Wladi has to quit
Rudolf plays with rendeers … stag thinks “what a shit”
Johnny plays with Walker, ballerinas with desire
Andy builds a fire but his flames are getting higher
No matter if you´re limited or considered as wise
Press your daily restart button to your challenge paradise"



Sweepstakes

Over the last 400 years, I have found and lost many things, many people. I treasure those I have found and the memories they have given me. I have left this unfinished and unadorned, as I hope my memories are

Be good

Nick

Photo credit "French Girl", by Richard Vanek, a Slovakian photographer

Memory

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4x7xvUSkRAE
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Composed this piece, having a romantic movie like "The lake house" and "The notebook" in mind. Very fresh, not yet polished :)

The photos and videos are from our local neighborhood, Kingston (Ontario) and Quebec City (Quebec, obviously :) ) Arty took those, as well as created the YouTube clip. He is also the one who added the horns line and did the final mix :)

Forgotten Romance

Forgotten Romance (Video) - Milana

This was initially supposed to be a duet with Tante Meli but when she sent the lyrics with "princess" and "little girl" I politely declined ;) She "forgot" and would "re write the lyrics" but her vocal was too good to let go to waste so I've finished it and uploaded. Shhhh..don't tell Meli she doesn't know ;D. BTW Pink glasses = Rose tinted spectacles.

music by Laser Beam
Vocal,melody and LYRICS by Tante Meli. https://soundcloud.com/tante-meli

LYRICS
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EVERYTHING FEELS PLEASANTLY 
ALL AROUND MYSELF IS LOVING ME 
THERE IS NO DOUBT OF BEING PRINCESS HERE 
PUT ON YOUR PINK GLASSES AND KISS MY LIPS SWEET DEAR 
KEEP ON YOUR PINK GLASSES AND LOVE ME MY DEAR 
I’M JUST A LITTLE GIRL AND I BELIEVE IN YOU
PINK GLASSES ARE ALL I NEED TO TRUST YOU 
THERE IS NO DOUBT OF BEING PRINCESS HERE 
PUT ON YOUR PINK GLASSES AND LOVE ME MY DEAR
I’M JUST A LITTLE GIRL AND I BELIEVE IN YOU

Pink Glasses by Laser Beam & Tante Meli.

This piano improvisation is for Maraisa, my sister in law, married to my 'little' brother whom I adore. She passed away only a few days ago after a long battle with poor health. She was like a shining jewel, so strong, who celebrated life until the end and who's light touched so many people. Her strength and inspiration often gave me strength. The pain and grief at losing another sister has no words, and I cry for my brother especially, and her family in Brazil, for the pain they are feeling. I will always remember your beauty Mara. You may be gone from this world, but will always remain in our hearts and memories. This is for you, your family, and the one whom you gave so much love to, my beautiful brother, your husband, Reuben. I love you both  …. and I miss you.

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Improvisation: Megan McCarthy
Piano Solo: Megan McCarthy
Piano VSTs: PianoTeq (tweaked) and LogicPro Steinway Piano Hall

(another ambient version with additional instruments also created, but not uploaded)

(Graphic Source unknown)

Shining Jewel Gone

Solitude

It's my pleasure to share this new song based on a wonderful music track produced before by Larry Hansen and Tim Smith. For information about the music see https://soundcloud.com/dabluroom/gypsy-serenade. 

Larry has been very kind and supportive, and I appreciate that. Interestingly, I did not need to change the name of the music track when it was turned into a song, as the lyrics can happily live under the name: Gypsy Serenade.

Like always, I appreciate your valuable comments and feedback for me to correct my current mistakes in the future tracks. I hope you enjoy the song.

Music: 
Acoustic guitar by Larry Hansen https://soundcloud.com/dabluroom
Violin and piano by Tim Smith https://soundcloud.com/starise

Vocals and mix: Hossein Ragheb
Poem in Persian: Hossein Ragheb
English translation: Hossein Ragheb

Lyrics: Gypsy Serenade

We were born against our will, as if being imprisoned
I wish I die instantly, and once, not so many times
 
We are the repetition of ups and downs, where and why?
We got wounded and shut down, when attempting to fly
 
We are sat down exhausted, wishing our hearts heal again
So we do not argue with our loved ones now and then
 
We were not in control, when they captured our hearts though
We are compelled half-drunks, squashed and crushed like a dough
 
We don't ask for any wines, just some water, oh my Lord
We are perplexed and burnt, just like abandoned deserts
 
The mirror of secrets was safely sealed forever
So we stare at unknowns to discover whatever
 
It's only love that can make our existence immortal
We are not afraid of being hurt by love let's carry on


آواز کولی - حسین راغب


ما زاده ی جبریم و اسیریم دمادم

ای کاش بمیریم و نمیریم دمادم

تکرار فرازیم و فرودیم کجاییم ؟

ما زخمی پرواز و به زیریم دمادم

ما خسته نشستیم که تیمار شود دل

تا خرده به دلدار نگیریم دمادم

مختار نبودیم که بردند دل از ما

مجبور و خماریم و خمیریم دمادم

از باده گذشتیم کمی آب خدایا

سرگشته و سوزان چو کویریم دمادم

پوشیده چو بر ما رخ آیینه ی اسرار 

ما خیره بر اسرار مسیریم دمادم

عشق است سرانجام که بی عشق هلاکیم

ای عشق بسوزان که دلیریم دمادم


Gypsy Serenade - Larry & Tim & Hossein (See Lyrics) - آواز کولی

Back in 1709, so lazy and indolent had I become that even the smallest diurnal acts had become monstrous chores. On one occasion I called the farmer's wife weakly from my bed and asked her to place tiny rolled pieces of cheese under each of my toenails. Justly mortified, she agreed and when done, I lay there for some days until, at last a small trail of house mice gingerly sniffed then nibbled at the cheese and in so doing trimmed each nail beautifully.

Resultamondo!

Be good
Nick

Sloth

This is a  collaboration project between Starise and Achazia. For more info about Starise, see his profile here and check out his songs:
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/starise

I have a feeling you wont be there.
Even if I track you down, you disappear .                                          
Like a crow I am circling the shore..
For anything to find. I am searching alone.

I should not have left you unattended. 
I failed my watch..
A moment of silence and then it ended. 
I was out of touch.... 
with unattended you..

You scarred my legacies, my people and my lands.       
just another burden in my noble hands.
Like the storm I want to bring  you to your knees                                             
So you understand what trouble means.

I should not have left you unattended. 
I failed my watch.
A moment of silence and then it ended. 
I was out of touch.
with unattended you.

You cannot hide in shadows and shades
You  may run, but the road is a dead end.           
The stone I placed, shaped like a heart.
The love you lost will break you apart.
Like the storm I want to  bring you to your knees.

Written by: Starise
Music by: Starise and Achazia
Lyrics by: Achazia

Unattended you feat. Starise

Composed Arranged & Produced By 
The Fudge Nutz

If You Hear No Evil - You Will See No Evil

"According to String Theory, what appears to be empty space is actually a tumultuous ocean of strings vibrating at the precise frequencies that create the 4 dimensions you and I call height, width, depth and time."

Roy H. Williams

My thanks to Hans. It is always a thrill, and an adventure to work with you my friend!

https://soundcloud.com/clouders_for

Composed by: Hans-Michael Albers 

Hans- Guitar, bass, and percussion production
Me- Guitar



String Theory (Clouders for: , and Telefan)

No more pitiful sight than man laid low by that most cruel and debilitating contagion. ..mockingly called the common cold by those unafflicted at the time. 1605 and my old chum King James I pulled a fast one by bundling me into a sack and shoving me under the Houses of Parliament.. some hours later Guy Fawkes tiptoes past with a burning taper. I gave a breathy cough and instantly infected him..so weak he couldn't lift his arm to light the fuse..treated rather roughly thereafter. ..never mind..free fireworks for decades!

Be good
Nick

Phlegm - Symptom Of The Flu-niverse

Morning Land : Selena & Gordon's Factory June 2015
Special Guest : https://soundcloud.com/perpetually-pessimistic
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Our recent posting : "The Song", https://soundcloud.com/selena-factory/the-song
was a heady, overwhelming trip inspired by classics of visionary literature. At the time we felt there was room for a return to similar subject matter but with very different musical stylings.

Returning to  Herman Hesse's "Siddhartha" & "Journey to the East" we started to write a gentler, more introspective song reliant on subtle acoustic textures.
At this point we asked our good friend & multi-instrumentalist PP : https://soundcloud.com/perpetually-pessimistic  
to help us out with some authentic Indian sounds. Fortunately he was really sold on the sketches and supplied some breathtaking sarod melodies - completely transforming Morning Land into something very special indeed.

Thanks from us both PP.

"Happiness is a talent not an object"
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When the present feels devoid of meaning, and we spend our days looking back, hiding in memories
We relive our past excitement only now a degree removed
Can we ever hope to find all that we have lost?

Living, Being, Doing, Seeking, Learning
Wanting Love

Living, Being, Doing, Seeking, Growing
Becoming Love

But where do we go in our search for The One?
Our journey to the motherlode and what it means to be human
To satisfy our need for completeness, We search for the Ultimate Truth
Is Reality Within Us?

Morning Land, We seek the Light
We seek the Home, Home of the Soul

We Journey East, to end the night
We're going home, We're going home


Morning Land : w. Perpetually Pessimistic - PP

I returned to Chuffleigh Manor where I'd spent my teens in the 1640s. The place was derelict and desolate. Leaves swirled in the great hall and damp feathers lay dead on the stairs. I sat in a damp high-backed chair as the last lukewarm rays of sun cast themselves over the horizon. Dusk brought voices. Sullen maids shrunken by servitude, singsong children skipping across the lawns, Auntie Rissa humming nursery rhymes backwards. They would fade as the candle flames grew...energies transferring. 

Started to give me the jitters. I blew my fringe through my bottom lip and shifted in the chair. All was still except for my shallow breathing.  Uncle Norris' Medical Chest caught my eye, grey with dust and neglect. I remembered his unbending cheeriness and scarlet complexion. Sleep fortified him in late morning and late afternoon. 

I peeled open the chest doors and saw a glinting dozen of whisky bottles,  most uncorked and a single crystal glass. Engraved on the side of the glass were the words "Safe at last". "Too true, Norris" I mouthed as I helped myself, glipping it with gusto. Terrifically effective at warding off malevolence. 

After an hour, a deep torpor had smothered me and nursed me to sleep. In a vivid dream, Uncle Norris was lurching toward me with a riding crop, purple faced and wearing a bonnet and a wedding dress. Whizzed out of there like warm weasel waste off a wet walking-stick. 

Be good
Nick

Pic: www.victorianweb.org

Sadhouse

Autumn of 1689. Jezebel James had latched on to me, I suspect beguiled by my burgeoning success as a financial advisor.  I'd spent months in Dorset demonstrating how first time investors might double their income within a year by speculating on the guaranteed success of a weather control machine.  Nice people but extraordinarily gullible. A small iron kettle boiled away inside a trunk and puffed creamy white steam through a hole in the lid.

Sod's law, it slashed down for a week.  Investors,  facing agricultural ruin, started to get twitchy. Poor old Jezebel got the blame. ..too pleasant. .mole on her cheek.. talked to dogs.. scratched her head once..obviously in league with the devil.

They tied her to a post, set amongst twigs and planks, and cuffed me. Accused the poor mite of being a witch. ..the Curate read from the bible, crossing his chest and looking skywards for guidance.  Men came forward with blazing torches and set the wood alight. Jez squeaked in horror, looked at me, winked and turned into a buzzard. Lifted me with her talons and took me into the clouds. Cool chick
Be good
Nick

Witch

1713, Devon
I'd had a remarkably sparkly run of luck on the old cards so I'd shot off to the relative peace of deepest Devon to guzzle my winnings. Local pub was a disappointing 3 mile galumph from my digs, but most homely once there. After an impressive bout of gulping and storytelling I asked the barman to get me a carriage to take me home, whilst I passed water.
Standing outside, a shambling lump of a man was guiding a pig towards me with a stout stick.
"'Orse got colic" he said "only got the 'og". 
"You're not serious? "
"Course I am..locals use it all the time"
"How will it know where to go?"
"Steer his ears and keep saying 'biscuits '..be there in no time!"
I clambered on and it snorted slobber on the ground. I said biscuits a few times before the oafish man gave it a rasping smack on the behind with the stick.
Shot off at incredible speed, my teeth jangling and my poor old radishes taking a terrific pounding. Slobber sketted into my face as he took ditches and hedgerows with ease. His trotters were a pale pink blur in the moonlight. Back at my digs in no time. The Landlady stood on the doorstep,  arms crossed.  
"Rent?" She said harshly.
"Aah.. I er..brought you a present instead" I said pointing at the panting hog. "Bacon for breakfast,  please ma'am"
Be good
Nick

Memory

Nicholas Ridiculous