this is most certainly your signature style...very cool!!

Superbe energy to this track !!!!! Love it

Only to enjoy this magnificent work, magical and powerful, again and again

Definitely letting off some steam with this wild production:)

Awesome... love the begining... almost irreverent!!!! :oD

Glorious Rock -- Amazing Music

original song written and recorded by mary cigarettes

jimmy page

I didn't mean to be so overly demanding
I didn't mean to be so clinically mundane
The double beating in my heart has stopped responding
I think I mustered up a new kind of pain

CHORUS
Its a blast
Its another year of endless shame

Put the tick into the box and call out bingo
And join the singers in the pointless refrain
My name is on your lips in gobbledegook lingo
There's something niggling at the back of my brain

CHORUS

Another Year of Endless Shame

Underneath the sorry skies
There are still things to find
That will make you smile
That will make you smile

In the snakepit of my mind
Just tryin' to survive
There's always a way out
There's always a way out

Is this the deepest I can dive, the highest I can fly?
We’re all bleeding but for what it’s worth
We’re tryin’, we’re still trying

There’s still hope in this world
Decent people as good as good their word
As good as their word, as good as their word

Is this the deepest I can dive, the highest I can fly?
We’re all bleeding but for what it’s worth
We’re tryin’, we’re still trying
Underneath the sorry skies
There’s still things to find
Is this the highest I can fly?
Is this the deepest I can dive?

Underneath the Sorry Skies

Project RESIDUE (Sleeping Though the Good Parts)

Redemption Train

Wide Awake

Poem, guitar, melody: Poet Peter, aka @user-264930040
Voice and photo: Oddrun
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth

Peter`s own words :
"I am blessed with a treasured friend whose name is Sue.

Sue is the very embodiment of humanity. Kind, selfless, giving, loving, unassuming, warm, smiling, understanding. Were you lucky enough ever to meet Sue, you’d never know that she carries a heavy burden carefully, and gently tucked away in a very private place within her heart.

This song is for Sue, and all mothers who, like her, have lost a son in the most tragic of circumstances, with no opportunity to help, hold, comfort or say goodbye."

Solace


When first you nestled in my arms and my eyes met with yours

A bonding fused in love, that could never be undone.

Sheltered you from harm as childhood lightly ran its course

Giving thanks to God above for the blessing you’d become.



Of your blossoming maturity I watched with glowing pride

Reaching for your touch to find that now we’re worlds apart,

Stolen by fate’s cruelty, that wrenches yet inside

Ever present in my mind, forever in my heart



As angels wrapped in heaven, soon our eyes shall meet and then

In the sanctity of peace we’ll find solace once again.



And now I live by memory tides that flood tomorrow’s shore

Your image resting in my palm, lifts my spirit gently, where,

The strongest, warmest love abides and shall do evermore

A love bestowing soothing calm upon my silent prayer.



Though the space between is wide as the celestial abyss

I keep a special place aside, from which I promise only this

As angels wrapped in heaven, soon our eyes shall meet and then

In the sanctity of peace we’ll find solace once again.

Solace. 1234567890. Oddrun Eikli.

Guitar, vocals, arrangement - Lizzie Taypen
Photo - Dunavon Woods - Lizzie Pentland
Recorded early this morning on my phone, a simple take when it was quiet.
I am finding it quite difficult to play my guitar now because of my arthritis, so  good to play a little. 
Happy Solstice to all of you!!

She moved through the fair ( Trad Cover)

Time to get satirical with the US political dystopia, or maybe I'm just a  little touchy after all the threats to Canada, both political and economic (not pondering the military  threat to allies)
Sorry if this is offensive to any US-based listeners. Sorry, not sorry ;)

Track 2 from a new 2025 collection of ideas called FRINGE found at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

 Lyrics:
They've all come around on bended knee
Kissing the a-a-a-ass of a once and future king
They fought a war to get rid of a crown
Only to give it away to an autocratic clown
(how come you misjudge me so...

Pick on immigrants, round them all up
Doesn't matter if they're the ones who fill your shops
With all the merchandise and food that you just can't ignore
So you haul them off to a foreign shore - a foreign shore -a foreign
(how come you misjudge me x2   ...so...)

I take a little salt, not on the tail
I like my golden jets, like my foreign jails
I talk of the land, the land of the "free"
Whatever you've got, just give it to me


How did you misjudge me (x3)
I am the claw, in the white flabby hand
(how could you misjudge me (x2)
Autocratic clown (x3)

* samples... "I am Oz, the great and powerful, who are you?", "I could shoot somebody on Fifth Ave..", "China has total respect for Donald Trump and  for Donald Trump's very, very large uh, brain"

Note: No salt on the tail - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salting_a_bird%27s_tail

Wigmore: music, production, main lyrics and vocals
Allen: additional vocals and lyrics, bass, guitars

Autocratic Clown

In my description for my last personal composition, Painted In Pastels, I talked about a certain harmonic language or style that flowered in the late sixties, early seventies. I mentioned Sondheim and his work, especially from the same said time. This to me is a towering achievement of what I was talking about. I was just floored digging into the music. The better a musician I become the more this piece impresses me.

Send In The Clowns

As I'd mentioned in the other version of this track, I sent some stems over to @enigmacurry and he produced to amazing mixes. I really wanted to release both of them even though this one is ridiculously long, I found Ryan's creative iterations and evolutions of the source material to be super fascinating on here.

Check out version B here:
https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/fractal-traffic-cinematic

Fractal Traffic A (epic extended mix) - w/ Enigma Curry

Roll out of bed get a caffeine hit
Endorphin brain keep me sane
Ready? Yeah! Bring it on

People tend to drive me crazy
Why they telling me what to think?
I’m turning off my dummy pad

While you’re telling me how you feel
I’m off wondering how I’ll feel
About you if you ever shut up

Better settled on my plain
Certainly my zen is straight
In a zone flying on

While you’re telling me how you feel
I’m off wondering how I’ll feel
About you if you ever shut up

And I believe there are
Other ways to express yourself 
Don’t wave your flag in my face

While you’re telling me how you feel
I’m off wondering how I’ll feel
About you if you ever shut up

While you’re telling me how you feel
I’m wondering, wondering 
What I think about you

And I believe there are
Other ways to express yourself 
Don’t wave your flag in my face


Endorphin Brain

Rough 1st mix...

Listen with Mother

A drop of Mother's ruin
Sends my brain into overdrive

Mother's little helping hand
Bottled and sold across the land

Mother's little helper
Coddles' me and helps me thrive
A drop of Mother's ruin
Helps the soul really feel alive

Mother's little fighting juice
Helping Mother rule the roost

I should have listened to my Mum
Not done the things what I done
Listen with Mother, for she knows best

The Belly Eye

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Listen With Mother (2017)

Thanks to and inspiration from John Lennon's 1968 BBC interview at the National Theatre and the incredibly nostalgic poem 'I Remember, I Remember' by Thomas Hood.

If You Got Soul

If you got soul
You gotta roll

When I was a boy
It would be easy for me to try
To believe all the words that were written in the books
By the seers and the gods on high
Sky high
There's a lie in the lie
That they want you to buy
It's a lie that you can't ask why
But now I am older
Got that weight off my shoulder
Lift my finger up and point to sky

No soul destroyer's gonna
rock and roll her baby
No state infraction's gonna
Suppress the action now
Insanity attack
Distortion of the fact
Maniacal quack
Dehumanising
An automatic fact
The stick is in the back
Establishments react
Do they see their own writing
On the wall?
Do they see their own writhing
At all?

If you got soul
You gotta roll
And we the people
We gotta get to go

When I was that boy
It would be easier for me to fly
But now I am older
Got that weight off my shoulder
Lift my finger up and point to sky
Sky high
It was a child's sweet ignorance
But oh so little joy
To know I'm further off from heaven
Than when I was a boy

If you got soul
You gotta roll
And we the people
We gotta get to go

The 1969 plays; vocals, backing vocals, 12 string electric guitar, electric guitar, bass, piano, organ, mellotron, drum loop sequencing.

Produced and mixed by The 1969, mastered by The 1969, additional mastering by John Marc Bimonte @ Sharp Guy Productions.

Recorded October 2017

If You Got Soul

A music hall experiment in 3/4 time waltz, drums in the style of Manic Depression by the Jimi Hendrix Experience, another poke at social conventions and my distaste for conformity...

Portrait Of Absinthe Minded Polly

Harriet's sister lives life wantonly
Uninvited attentions are welcomed with glee
But all eyes are on Etta 
For she's tres jolie
Oh they just can't see

They just can't see
Why?

To forget Sir Walpole Ratchett
You sit on your mother's casket
Drowning droplets of green pleasure 
With Earl Grey tea

Wilhelmina declines ooh la la
Attending occasions 
With perfect sang froid
But they all laugh with Etta
For she's fancy free
So what about thee?

They just can't see...
Why?
 
To forget their expectations 
Of class and society
You decline to entertain 
Any notion of propriety

Portrait of absent mine dead Polly
Where did you go?

They just can't see.

The 1969 plays; vocal, vocal harmonies, bass guitar, electric guitar, 12 string electric guitar, piano, electric harpsichord & hammond organ plugins, drum loop sequencing.

Produced and mixed by The 1969, mastered by The 1969, additional mastering by John Marc Bimonte @ Sharp Guy Productions

Recorded September 2018

Portrait Of Absinthe Minded Polly

The cameraman
“The Camera Man” by Three Photons is an indie-blues rock track with strong 60s/70s experimental vibes and gritty, analog production. It blends crunchy rhythm guitars, ambient leads, and emotionally raw lyrics that explore themes of isolation, media distortion, and urban disillusionment.

I imagine a cameraman sees a lot of things he doesn't want to see or believe ;-)
Written by Tim Griffis July 2020
mix 1: July 21, 2020, lead vocal panned left (experimental 60s/70s) 

Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio
Tim's Guitars
Rhythm: Gibson Les Paul Standard
Lead1: Gibson Les Paul Standard
Bass: Fender Squire

Mics: Neumann TLM 67
Drums: arranged by TG
Software: Pro Tools
Vocals: TG

Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape. 


Lyrics

Verse 1
It's a camera eye
I look away
or I go blind
it ain't pretty
livin alone in this dirty city

Chorus 1
Just like Elvis
when he hit his prime, I shoot at the TV
I hate lookin in the camera eye
when you're staring at me

Verse 2
Hey girl
it ain't pretty
going on down on this empty life
you sure are witty
I can't stand one more lie....

Chorus 2
Just like Elvis
when he hit his prime, I shoot at the TV
I hate lookin at the camera eye
when you're staring at me

Outro
Just like Elvis
when he hit his prime, I shoot at the TV
I hate lookin at the camera eye
when you're staring at me
Just like Elvis
when he hit his prime, I shoot at the TV
I hate lookin at the camera eye
when you're staring at me

The cameraman

Purveyors of English Rock, Pop, Psychedelia and Various Other styles since the early 1990's...

There is so much talent and variety here, and most of the people are pretty cool too. I love being part of this community. Listening to your music and being heard in return is enough.

Still reading? OK I'm gonna muse a bit. It's hard to fully convey how much this forum has meant to me. There are people I've never met that feel very much like old friends -- and in a very real way they are.
If I follow someone I make every effort to listen to and support their efforts. It's certainly not a transactional relationship but I do tend to limit my follows to people who engage in mutual listening and engagement.

Listen With Mother (2017)

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