I recognize Sir Wolf's amazing touch and discover your magnificent talent ! I'll still sail on my bed tonight and treasure this perfect seasick !

just heard this over at Wolves' page after a few months of not hearing it and having favourited it there previously, I had to make my mark again. Fine work to both of you, this stands up there with the best.

Excellent, very melancholic! (I think that's how you spell it...)

wow...what a song, Nigel.... wow.....wow.... m speechless....

sorry Nigel i commented on this on wolves but not here .. love this track mate ... top notch :-)

great music :-) very well produced sir :-)

Its like trippin' out on very early Pink Floyd... will have to go hunting for my stash :)))

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[rough translation]
RITUAL
I preserve the little ritual,
so you can return anytime.

Every day, when evening falls,
I prepare the table: an extra plate,

cutlery, your own chair, a candle, a glass,
as if you just were delayed.

I hear (how could I think that what
makes me who I am, was gone forever?)

I hear, as if the house still existed,
the gravel, the latch, the dog barking,

and you come in at the moment
I light the lamp, arrange the flowers.

I just hope I can stay calm
and without looking up from my silent routine

find the words, as if it were self-evident:
sit down, help yourself, you were expected.

[Dutch poem]
RITUEEL
Ik houd het kleine ritueel in ere,
opdat je elk moment terug kunt keren.

Iedere dag, wanneer het avond wordt,
maak ik de tafel klaar: een extra bord,

bestek, je eigen stoel, een kaars, een glas,
alsof je enkel opgehouden was.

Ik hoor (hoe kon ik denken dat hetgeen
waardoor ik ben, voor altijd was verdwenen ?),

ik hoor, alsof de woning nog bestond,
het grind, de klink, het aanslaan van de hond,

en je komt binnen op het ogenblik
dat ik de lamp ontsteek, de bloemen schik.

Ik hoop alleen dat ik dan rustig blijf
en haast niet opziend van mijn stil bedrijf

de woorden vind, als was het vanzelfsprekend:
Schuif aan; tast toe: er is op je gerekend.


Poem: Jean Pierre Rawie
Music & mix: Bas Kooman
Master: White Sea Studio (2022.06.27)

RITUEEL (mastered)

A Love Like This’ is an unmastered track that explores the tension of staying in a relationship that feels imperfect, yet familiar. The song reflects on the idea of settling for something that isn't quite what we imagined but somehow becomes the version of love we endure. With lyrics like 'Maybe once in a lifetime, we might find something close to bliss,' this track dives deep into the complexities of love, sacrifice, and accepting the status quo. This version is still a work in progress, but I wanted to share a sneak peek with you. Huge thanks to Calum Hayes for his brilliant production work. Let me know what you think, and stay tuned for the finished version!

A Love Like This (Unmastered)

Based on the poem by C. David Hay "I'll still be loving you"
Forever Love

I'll Still Be Loving You

You Must Be Joking

Jacksonville

Tread, where angels would not even dare,
Against the tides and through air, down winding streets that lead no where
(And I don’t have no cares)

Small, steps that lead to big strides,
Proceed over hillsides , 
With no destination you can never arrive
(And then you tell me that)

Time won’t stand still
So lets not wait any longer
back to Jacksonville
My yearning grows forever stronger 

Scared, turned up totally unprepared, 
blissfully un-aware,
of the what, when, how and the where
(And I don’t have no cares)

Lines, on the Map could never guide, me to what I was to find, when I first set my eyes on you
(And I knew what to do)

Need some sleeping pills
Because I don’t sleep any longer
But due to Jacksonville 
My heart burns a little warmer

Jacksonville

And, Scene

Too Late - Alt Version

Lumen Festival

Crutch

Honest faces with lying eyes
Holding out a hand to touch
Offers us some straws to clutch
Builds dependency so we might need that crutch

Softly spoken, hardly said
Words to comfort and confine
Telling me what could be mine
Whispers in my ear ‘This mountain you must climb’

My addiction that took me high
Left me scars that cannot heal
Left me hands that cannot feel
Left me haunted by the ghosts that seem so real

Honest faces with lying eyes
Holding out a hand to touch
Offers us some straws to clutch
Builds dependency so we might need that crutch


Crutch

Crumble

Something died, something good
Deep inside understood
We couldn’t save it if we tried

Is it a sin, is it bad?
We didn't care for what we had
Too busy chasing what we couldn't have

And down in your soul
When truth is the last card you play
And some words are so hard to say
Just don’t let it crumble away.

Don't say a word, just be still
Don't make a mountain of this hill
Don't suck the sweet taste off this bitter pill

And down in your soul
When truth is the last card you play
And some words are so hard to say
Just don’t let it crumble away.

The colours in my mind all fade to black and white
You make my strings unwind to find my way back home
When all the words have flown
I don’t know where to start
My head says ‘Let it end’
My heart says ‘Start again’

When truth is the last card you play
And some words are so hard to say
Just don’t let it crumble away 
Down in your soul
When truth is the last card you play
And some words are so hard to say
Just don’t let it crumble away.


Crumble - Nigel Mines

Me - Acoustic Guitar, Lead and Backing vocals
Paul Doman - all other instruments, recording/engineering, mixing and production (not mastered)

Funeral (In the Morning)

I’m hatching a plan now
I’m happy to stand out
Everything’s gonna be alright in the morning

You were always so helpful
Poison by the spoonful
And you can sing at my funeral in the morning
	
I’m hatching a plan now
I’m happy to stand out
Everything’s gonna be alright in the morning

You were always so beautiful
Loyal and dutiful
And you will sing at my funeral in the morning

We all have a cross to bear
A thorn in our side
And we all have a mask to wear
To keep it all inside
All the smiles are all a fake
A house of cards that we make
And all it takes is one mistake
And it comes crashing down…

I’m hatching a plan now
I’m happy to stand out
Everything’s gonna be alright in the morning

You were always so beautiful
Loyal and dutiful
And you will sing at my funeral in the morning


I’m hatching a plan now
I’m happy to stand out
Everything’s gonna be alright in the morning

You were always so spiteful
The architect of my downfall
And you can sing at my funeral in the morning

We all have a cross to bear…

And at the end of days, you’ll lie in your bed and say a prayer
Like someone might still be there when you close your eyes

Funeral in the Morning - Nigel Mines

Strangely Dry
 
Did I ever know, or did I just forget?
Clinging to my memory like a lifeboat from a wreck
Did I shed a tear or was something in my eye
Running down my face into a mouth that’s strangely dry
 
Strangely dry yet somehow I am swallowing my pride
I am laughing in the faces of the things that passed me by
I am floating six feet from the ground
I wonder if they know what I have found
The answer to the question…
 
Why are we still here? Why did we forget?
Staring down both barrels of the gun of our regrets
I cannot make a sound, I dare not even try
I open up my mouth to speak but it is strangely dry
 
Strangely dry yet somehow I am swallowing my pride
I am laughing in the faces of the things that passed me by
I am floating six feet from the ground
I wonder if they know what I have found
The answer to the question…
 
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why
Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why
 
Strangely dry yet somehow I am swallowing my pride
I am laughing in the faces of the things that passed me by
I am floating six feet from the ground
I’m hoping that I’m never coming down
I’m hoping that I’m never coming down
I’m hoping that I’m never coming down
 
I’m standing in the crowd, but they don’t understand
The power to forgive and to forget is in our hands
And the anaesthetic rain that’s falling from your sky
Is running down my face into a mouth that’s strangely dry
 
Strangely dry yet somehow I am swallowing my pride
I am laughing in the faces of the things that passed me by
I am floating six feet from the ground
I wonder if they know what I have found
I wonder if they know what I have found
I wonder if they know what I have found


Strangely Dry

Wisdom Trees (Burn Down)

I was talking to a man with a wisdom seed
He planted it and let it grow
He’s been living in the tree for all his life
He said there’s nothing that he doesn’t know
I asked him to explain about my pain
And was it ever gonna go
He said he had a plan then he took my hand
He said he’d show me everything that he knows

From the top of the tree everything that you could see was very beautiful
And living in the tree were the birds and bees and everything was very peaceful
And no-one was in pain, no-one was afraid and everything was good
But as he surveyed everything that he’d made
Little did he know that one day they would…

Burn down, burn down, burn down that wisdom tree, they would
Burn down, burn down, burn down that wisdom tree

I asked him what his secret was and he began to sing
Then the angels came and they did the same, proclaiming that their god is king
I asked him why the other trees were singing a different song
He said that god would bring them to their knees ‘cos they were wrong and he would…

Burn down, burn down, burn down their wisdom trees, he would
Burn down, burn down, burn down their wisdom trees

I asked him if he could give me something to satisfy my need
He said that I should worship now the god of avarice and greed
I climbed down from his tree, I said “I haven’t learned a thing
Except that I would rather burn down here in hell than up there in your fucking tree and I’ll…

Burn down, burn down, burn down your wisdom trees, I will
Burn down, burn down, burn down your wisdom trees

Wisdom is the truth, wisdom is a lie
Wisdom for the stupid, wisdom for the wise
Wisdom for the weak, wisdom for the strong
Wisdom for the right and wisdom for the wrong
Wisdom is the goal, wisdom is the prize
Watch it disappear before your very eyes
Wisdom for the nutter, wisdom for the sane
Wisdom in the gutter running down the drain


Wisdom Trees

2nd collaboration with the talented Mr Wolf (http://soundcloud.com/literate_wolves)

This is a copy of the original uploaded by the wolf which can be found (along with comments) here:
http://soundcloud.com/literate_wolves/sail-on-by-nigel-mines-literate-wolves-bring-the-storm-1


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