my goodness, the doorbell in the storm!  makes me think of a friend whose birthday happened to be on a day when we experienced a huge earthquake.  everything crashed around us, and she heard a faint song of a music box playing happy birthday coming from the debris!    this is a lovely bit of poetry, lorenzo

@user-663478775 Thank you, glad you liked it :)

@user-138663860: Thanks Sandy, your encouragement means so much to me, it really does!!

Lovely Lorenzo so original and distinctive.

Brilliantly original song!! Love the banjo, violin, guitar interplay! Vocals and vibe a whiff of the Kinks--and what a great title--this is the musical equivalent of petrichor!

Wow!  Beautifully weaved instrumentation.

Very nice electric age stately folk song, Lorenzo. Love your accompanying text, too.

DON'T GET NERVOUS

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Drawings On Los Angeles was recorded in the three days (August 28th - 30th) before Hollis Crane moved to Philadelphia
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produced & engineered by Hollis Crane

words & music by Hollis Crane

all instruments performed by Hollis Crane

all tracks mixed, mastered by Hollis Crane

Precious Friend

I’m happy to post this song with help from my first SC friend https://soundcloud.com/espere-verde, who encouraged me on to improve my music making from a very start. Good musician & draughtsman (he did this artwork too), his vocal performance here gave the mood I couldn’t to the song.

Technical highlights:
>Most vocals: Espere Verde
>Music & almost no vocals: Ruizzoidman
>Odd patterns hidden along three levels in this track: amalgamated psycho-hard coating, usual 7/2 in punk/ska intermediate parts, and finally the sweater core is structured in groups of five measures.

Lyrics: strangely, I wrote about these stressing things when I was 21 and supposedly happy; I'd say similarly today I'm twice as old...

SIN MUJERES NI TABACO, SIN PRISAS  /  WITHOUT WOMEN OR TOBACCO, WITHOUT HURRIES
  
Todo lo que odio me ayuda a vivir,  /  Everything I hate helps me to live,
lo que me pone enfermo me empuja a seguir.  /  what gets me ill pushes me on.
Todo aquello que quiero dejar de sentir  /  Everything I want to stop feeling
es lo que da sentido a mi vivir.  /  is what gives sense to my life.
  
No puedo vivir sin mujeres,  /  I cannot live without women,
ni tabaco, sin prisas,  /  or tobacco, without hurries,
no puedo vivir.  /  I cannot live.
  
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me mata por dentro.  /  kills me from inside.
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me saca los nervios.  /  gets me on my nerves.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me empuja a seguir.  /  pushes me to continue.
  
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me hace sufrir.  /  makes me suffer.
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.

ER29HC8 ©1995 ®2015

Sin mujeres ni tabaco, sin prisas (Most vocals by Espere Verde)

A little folksy ramble about mortality, electricity and such things. 

When I wrote this I was thinking of when I was standing in my old hallway a few years ago. I was watching the lights from an overhead thunderstorm through the retro glass front door. It was the kind of storm where you could feel the strange sensations around your body from the electric charge in the atmosphere. It was such a charge that it somehow managed to ring the front door bell moments before a deluge. To me it was both poetic and a little bit freaky.

Persian sunlight
Wrapped in rugs that trapped it
In your memory so bright

Oxpecker scars
Feasted on your shoulders
As you fast

You have hovered like a kestrel
Watched the winter turn to petrichor
You have followed thunderstorms
Through minds-eye-skies and charge
The bell to your front door

You still resist
A quench for you temptation
And the dead will desist

So much to leave
Before you reach your senses
And can breathe

You have hovered like a kestrel
Watched the winter turn to petrichor
You have followed thunderstorms
Through minds-eye-skies and charge
The bell to your front door

Petrichor

When  (WILBURSON: Lyrics And Singing - Musical Arrangement: Alain GUERIN) -Texas-

The track was originally composed for the producer loops sound libraries in 2014 by Gregor Theelen. I re-arranged and reworked the track to create a more haunting and emotional (vocal focused) moodscape ... contemplating the sad state of our forests, our nature ... Gaia is crying.

YouTube: https://youtu.be/OrsH3iBzTG4 (Australian Bush Fires)

The complete Ethnic Soundtrack series (plus Ethnic Jazz tracks with my wife Yucca Rose) can be found on a Spotify playlist: open.spotify.com/playlist/4dDkR4KY1DZl3kCNF0dijp 

The poem Zaydi (performed by Aliye) is an old Bulgarian poem / traditional folklore.

ZAYDİ
Zaydi, zaydi yasno slınce zaydi pomracise
i ti yasna mesecinko zaydi udavi se
placi goro placi sestro dbete da zaplacem
ti za tvoyte listya goro az za moyta mladost
tvoyte listya goro sestro pak shte se zavırnat
moyta mladost goro sestro nyama da se vırne

Translation: COME
Come, come bright rising sun 
Come, it got dark
And, you bright moon 
Vamoose and set now
Cry my forest, cry my sister
Let’s cry together
You, my forest, your leaves to you
And me, to my youth
Your leaves shall return to you again, my forest sister 
But my youth, my forest sister
Shall not return to me

Original artwork by Peter Heckmann from the painting series - Romantic And Not So Romantic Dream Escapes: https://www.behance.net/gallery/78317715/Romantic-And-Not-So-Romantic-Dream-Escapes

The Forest Lament

Bandcamp

The Forest Lament (feat. Aliye)

Well I came up with a synth line And I asked Mike If he wanted to have some fun??  And he said OK . So we came up with this Idea!! We hope you like it!!  There's nothing like being under the moonlight on a dark Macabre night
Drums, Bass ,mixing, mastering and patience   The 3 M Group
Music,, Synth, Bass synth, trumpet pad, and crazy Idea  me:-))
For more outstanding please visit my friend Mike's Page  @user-192027883

Night Moon Macabre [Gina & The 3 M Group]

Freedom Bridge

Deep Space Music - Eight Harmonic Psalms by Christian Levitan
& adaptation Christian Levitan
4061798076154
FR41K1707952 to FR41K1707959
Emgee Publishing - Des Moines - USA

Deep Space Music

Psalm 2 - New Ode To Harmony

music . Her Trusty Dream Tiger @user-672235612
lyrics, vocals + their mix & artwork . Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

this song completes the playlist "I know what you say to me" https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/sets/to-not-notice

LADYBUG
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ladybug
i know what you say to me
i know
what you say to me

the moon & the wind
the moon & the wind

I never come -
well tomorrow too
tomorrow too
never comes 
so who are you to
who are you to
complain to?

who are you
who are you
(i know what you say, i know what you say to me)

intertwined to their cause
the moon & the wind
intertwined to their cause

but not to the point
i never come
lalalala lala
well tomorrow too
never comes
tomorrow too
never comes so
who are you to
 to
complain to?
to complain to...

so when we were to find a place
you brought us here
it fascinates me so
halts me in my step

Ladybug | Myrh & Her Trusty Dream Tiger

Recorded at Stonegarden Studio, Germany 18.02.17
on Akai DR16 hard disk recorder
All instruments: Pete Fisher
Music and lyrics (c) Pete Fisher

Sometimes things get better
Sometimes things get worse
Keep fighting to stay positive
Keep putting one foot first

One fine day - you've got to face the music
One fine day - you'll have to name that tune 
One fine day - you'll get your chance don't lose it
One fine day - but don't you speak too soon

Living in another world
Dream your life away
Diving for those precious pearls
You'll drown in yesterdays

One fine day - you've got to face the music
One fine day - you'll have to name that tune 
One fine day - you'll get your chance don't lose it
One fine day - but don't you speak too soon

One Fine Day

The full Lebowski.

Lovely to write at my real piano for this one...😊🎹❤️🎧🎤🎵
Thank you Sander for another lovely mastering job. You’re the best...😉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Don’t know whether to sink or swim
So I’ll just keep floating
Don’t know if I’ll say a prayer
In the hopes you might appear

You can soften the blow
Don’t make me watch you go
Let me down so gently
Soften the blow...

Don’t know whether to laugh or cry
Memories keep drifting by
Don’t know if I’ll say a prayer
In the hopes that you’ll appear

You can soften this blow
Can’t watch you go
Lay me down so gently
Soften the blow...

Soften the blow (acoustic piano)

MY LAST DAY ON EARTH

Raise The Drawbridge

New site after E-Ruizzo: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo

Many thanks to Alex https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
and Richal https://soundcloud.com/rickitansky for their fantastic pics !!

I don’t have as much time at the moment to be on Soundcloud. I always appreciate listens and feedback and will respond when I can. 
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Thank you for visiting. It’s always appreciated. 
You’ll mostly find blues colliding with other sounds, styles and traditions here. Lots of improvisation. Lots of guitar and some other instruments. Hope you find something to enjoy!

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