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Save Our Souls

The immeasurable radiance of yesterday

This is an original song that laments the days when life was full of excitement, surprises, drama and wild emotions. When I was with you... (fill in the blank)

Craig Durgy:  vocals, guitar &wooden spoons
Nat Daniels:  bass
Written by Craig Durgy copyright 2021
Gentle Rain Records 

Feather Duster by Craig Durgy 

When I was young, well I could wing it
If a song was sung, well I could sing it
If the game was on, then I could bring it
When a tempest blew, well the feathers flew
   
That’s how I started, not how I end
Those days departed, I learned to bend
And heavy hearted, I remember when
When I was with you, and our feathers flew
   
Laughter was so easy, 
Shouting down the voice of reason
Love is true in its season
And the feathers just, sweep away the dust

So, if I’m tired, I’ll close my eyes
What I once desired, like time just flies
But what you inspired, well it never dies
When I was with you, and our feathers flew

When The Feathers Flew

Short trip over the eight lands that make up the Artic Circle.

Artic Circle Lands

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco
https://youtu.be/3YjdoBPtOZ8

Race Against The Wind

Sunny Days & Rainy Nights

Hello musical friends,

Was painting some sounds, hope you like it and start dancing around :-)

Have fun!

Dance

Crash

I Older Us, I Slued, Or So I Ruled:: Sidle Our Idol Ruse:: Soul Ride

The time is now. Well, mid-September anyway and nearly ten o’clock at night. The year is, ah, not now. In fact long enough ago that air-conditioning was not yet a common occurrence in a Greenwich Village cocktail lounge.
          The front door and a side door are both propped open. It was warm during the day but now a cool breeze carries in the softening sounds of the street and carries out snippets of conversation, music and some of the cigarette smoke.
          There is a quartet; drums, bass, guitar and a guy that splits time between a piano and vibes. This is the first time they’ve played this number. Dave (leader, vibes and piano) played the song for Roy, his boss, only a few days earlier. “Not bad Davey ya think you can shrink the melody to under a octave and a half and make it a little less busy in spots?” “Ah come on Roy. It’s just barely over and not that busy. Can I take it to Marty for some lyrics?” “Nah, I need him to finish the stuff on his desk already. Take it over to Sal. He might be able to sell it as an instrumental.”
          A young woman and her date are sitting quietly talking at a small table by the window. It’s not their first date but the end of a more casual relationship and the beginning of something else. She’s talking about a previous group outing or more specifically a girl who came named Mary. She thinks, in a subtle way. Although not particularly perceptive, he laughingly notes her obvious dislike of Mary and asks why. She admits to her flimsy subterfuge but defends herself by stating that Mary is chasing him. He laughs even harder “come on, Mary hardly knows me.” Of course he’s wrong and Mary is but his obliviousness makes her happy.
           After a few drinks he takes takes her for some coffee and pastries. He gets a napoleon and an expresso. She gets a coffee light and sweet and a cannoli. While he’s wondering whether or not she likes him enough to sleep with him. She’s dreaming of names for their children. She only nibbles an her cannoli. She’s killing time until it’s too late to catch her train. When it gets close she tells him a story. After her parents divorce she moved with her broke mother to a new town. Out school clothes shopping she saw a dress, too expensive for their means, that she fell in love with. Her mom, feeling sorry for her, decides to indulge her. She wears to to the first day of school and is teased so ruthlessly that she never wears it again but won’t tell to her mother why. Completely enraptured by the story he doesn’t notice the time until it’s to late to make the train. The next one is not due for hours so he invites her back to his apartment. She then wolfs down her dessert and they go. There is a moment after getting punched in the face, when that metallic taste of blood floods your mouth, that your senses are heightened and you are fully there in that moment. That night was the flip side of that same coin. The next day she worries that, swept up in passion, she might have driven him off to some other girl. But in his mind there are no other women and there wont be. Sometimes she will still hum the melody, the simpler parts, but she no longer remembers where she heard it. Long forgotten by everybody else it now only exists, in fragments, in her mind.

Pop Tart

a little remark. I had finished the track with a recording of thunderstorm & rain, a didgeridoo jam, beat, bass, synth and additional  Dschembe percussion .. and wanted vocals :-) So I used that vocal acapella from a Ghosthack vocal pack, Melissa, Need You - coming to the point: I reduced the pace to 69.33% :-)) from 75 bpm to 52 bpm on a track in 104 BPM ! ... judge for yourself ;-) & have fun with this crazy combination of tribal and soul ... photo: Claudia Aran, unsplash - Manhattan

Need You feat. Melissa

Composed & produced by: Chivicke Home Studio/2018

Crash

Parandroids