Here is my isolated guitar solo track with full orchestra for my title track "The Wheel."
The Wheel is a concept song spanning over 20 minutes long, which I wrote in 2017/2018 and recorded in 2019. I uploaded it to my SoundCloud back in early 2020. Here are the last 4 minutes of the song. The song itself is a finale to an album idea that I had, and this guitar solo acts as the grand finale movement. The Wheel was written, recorded and arranged by Louis Taverna
All instruments, including orchestrations were recorded and arranged by Louis Taverna
All rights reserved ©

The Wheel - Guitar Suite Finale

The New God is Science

A cover from one of the most gifted songwriters I’ve ever known: the late great BIG Jim Rogers.

She Stands Above You [Jim Rogers cover]

all this love.mp3

Asylum

Old Timer's Eulogy

Burns SJ12 electric twelve string
Fender Cabronita Telecaster
Squier Mini P Bass

Back on Soundcloud after some time away. Looking forward to getting some more music posted.

I like to name instruments. For me it imbues them with added life or personality. I don’t tend to go for girls names. I prefer obscure, silly or pretentious ones. I named this 12 string ‘Castrovalva’ after a Lego space cruiser I had for Christmas in the late seventies or early eighties. I named the space cruiser after an episode of Dr Who.

Castrovalva

New song from David Cooper and Dan Lockhart.

Dan sent me a set of lyrics and I played around with them and added music/vocals. 

Hope you like it.

Lyrics by Dan Lockhart

Music by David Cooper

Performed by David Cooper.

Lyrics:

Yes money is what you want 
Because we are all not the same  
Getting richer is the name of the game  

Love doesn’t pay the bills  
And nothing else fulfils
And most of us want so much more  

Chorus

Or can you live on what you get  
And not be in so much debt  
Try giving up a few things  
Don’t try to live like kings  

Is it really what you want  
Then don’t be so nonchalant  
Do you really need those material things   

It's been here since time began  
Money is only funny to the rich man  
But to you and me it’s something we work hard for  

Chorus

Bridge

And enjoy the things you possess  
Then you can live on good and less 
That is how you live the rich life  
And not live in a world of strife  

Solo

All of those in first class  
They say life is a gas 
But some think it’s nothing but a crime 

We know there’s so many demands
Others grab the money with both hands  
And dream of all of those things they can do

Grab the money and run

Grab The Money (Cooper/Lockhart Collaboration)

Mark Duffield: voice, lyrics, vocal and harmony melodies  @markduffieldcollaboration

Jonathan Beckenstein: initial music, instruments, mix

There’s something in the words you say
That makes me want to be with you
There’s something in the way that you love
That makes me want to see it through

When you are sinking
You’re not thinking
(Oh, yay, Oh, yay, Oh, yay, Oh, Oh yay yay x2)

When something isn’t right
(something, isn’t wrong)
When something isn’t wrong
When it’s taking you over
(taking you over)
You’ve got to be smart
(got to be smart)
You’ve got to be bright 
(got to be bright)
(Or you’ll live your lie)
When you are sinking
You’re not thinking

Hustle up now,
Carry your eyes
Don’t walk, run
Something wicked this way comes

There’s something in the words you say
That makes me want to be with you
There’s something in the way that you love
That makes me want to see it through

When you are sinking
You’re not thinking
When you are sinking
You’re not thinking

Never change your mind
Never change your mind
Always change your mind
Always change your mind
Never change your mind
Never change your mind
You should always change your mind
Always change your mind
Always change your mind

Words You Say (with Mark Duffield)

Salvage your damage a song about a rebound relationship that was beyond repair as the damage was already done in the last one.

Salvage Your Damage ~Conscience of Kings

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitars played: Morris Nylon String in standard tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
I thought it was time to start writing and recording some new songs, with a view to putting together a new solo album over the winter. For this song I have returned to my nylon string Morris guitar. Hope you like it!
LYRICS:
Sitting…. In my rocking chair
Rollin…….. with the beat
Pickin …..out a tune
Keeping time… tapping my feet

Maybe I’m getting old 
Maybe I’m getting slow 
Maybe things don’t seem like they used to do
Maybe, maybe not…. I don’t know 

Sitting….. in my rocking chair 
Close my eyes and see
All the places I have been
Just rollin … with the beat

Maybe I’m getting old 
Maybe I’m getting slow 
Maybe things don’t seem like they used to do
Maybe, maybe not…. I don’t know

My Rocking Chair

Every love story has it’s "beauty days" but the bad relationsships has to come to it’s end for
you to be able to fly high. Moving on is the best feeling of them all and nothing can bring you down after what you’ve been fighting trough!
Putting it all behind will be your blessing.

Out of Your Mind (feat. Gustav Bjoerck)

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

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