Such a great song Michael, yet again, love your songwriting! This is so good, it ends as soon as it starts... the best ones feel short and sweet imo. and this isn't even really a short track. A pleasure to listen.

What a creative, soothing melody, not just the vocal, but the guitar accompaniment too.  And verses just melt right into the chorus...great work here.

Great melody and love the harmonising guitars. Always interested in music inspired by books …….. just off to look up New Life :)

When the desire for freedom meets the moral order . And to think that in some countries this still goes on.

You made me want to read it  🙏💚💚💚

lilac wine. rest ing peace. i'm really sorry.

Lilac Wine

A tale from the present and from the past, a conversation between a man and his father, across distance and time. A connection, a long-ago promise made, perhaps forgotten, finally kept.

Song Finn & Phil

Hey Dad

bizarrely awesome song about a beautiful day. code name Ronald Goddamn Chase. I had no choice on this one, it came from the overlord.🗿 it's super positive and has a some kickass raw stuff. brace yourself.

🤘🤡🤘
love, ronald 
xoxo

ronald goddamn chase - raw songwriting track

Windy Night (All At Home)

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

Musings on mortality.


I hear that countdown clock ticking
Remaining time is flying by
I'm still alive and kicking
But there are dark clouds in the sky

We thought that we'd be young forever
The sun is always in the sky
Our spirits light as a feather
The rules of life do not apply

Hold on the line
Hold on the lifeline

The best part is behind us
Our race is almost run
Failing bodies remind us
Soon we'll be undone

Hold on the lin
Hold on the lifeline

Hold On The Line

HINDSIGHT - (JunkHeap (c) Refixed Apr 2023 / (c) Aug 02, 2003)

Things could have been so different, 
if they could have been done again. 
Countless times we see the chance, 
and let them go, they wont come again 

He remembered the glory and strength of his youth, 
wasted his older years yearning for its return. 
Never realized that wisdom is more than a fair trade; 
Beauty in ones' own introspection.

Things could have been so different, 
if they could have been done again. 
Countless times we see the chance, 
and let them go, they wont come again 

They never will...

Hindsight

Heavily influenced by the book: New Life by Tom Crewe. My latest library pleasure! 

When it happened for the first time
spring of 1894
but I was just the latest crime
to come looking for your door

found a new society
wrote a book on Euclid's

now Catherine's wrapped in misery
the children all seem fine
the maid is in the parlour
cooking my demise

but I got no abnormalities
curse Wilde! his eccentricities

Henry why don't you call no more
Henry why don't you call no more
Henry why don't you call around 
here anymore

when it happened for the last time
winter of 1895
Struck up in the closet
forced out to live a lie


but I got no abnormality 
curse Wilde! his eccentricities

Henry why don't you call no more
Henry why don't you call no more
Henry why don't you call around 
here anymore

recorded at home on my 8 track, thanks for listening folks, always greatly appreciated.

Henry Why Don't You Call No More

No title for this one yet,so all suggestions welcome.

Careless and immortal
Time goes drifting by
Turning full circle
No time to say goodbye

I foolishly imagined
We'd go on and on
I never knew what we had
'Til it was gone

Behold the gift of hindsight
If only we had known
Contempt for our birthright
Trouble is homegrown

I foolishly imagined
We'd go on and on
I never knew what we had
'Til it was gone

Project 27.05.23

Challenge was to make one of my shorter songs with one of my longer lyrics, so I 'had' to craft it into an amalgam of 9/4 and 4/4 signatures. Thus, it may feel crazy on verses but I hope also catchy on refrains.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)  /  I ask only not to have desires (I don’t want to imagine anymore)

¿Puedes explicarme qué es lo que me pasa?  /  Can you tell me what happens to me?
Señor, llévate de mí esta confusión.  /  Lord, take away this confusion.
Quítame el don de la inteligencia,  /  Take the gift of intelligence from me,
pues si no pensara tanto, sería feliz.  /  because if I didn’t think so much, I would be happy.

Siento que este mundo me es extraño,  /  I feel this world is strange,
estoy a disgusto con mis sentidos.  /  I get displeasure from my senses.
No puedo comprender su funcionamiento,  /  I cannot understand their functioning,
ni siquiera amoldarme a él.  /  nor even get used to it.

Sólo pido no tener deseos,  /  I ask only not to have desires,
ya no quiero imaginarme nada.  /  I don’t want to imagine anything anymore.

Esta situación siempre es pasajera,  /  This situation is always temporary,
pero se repite una y otra vez.  /  but repeats itself again and again.
Este malestar de cuerpo y alma  /  This discomfort of soul and body
me hace desear dejar de ser.  /  makes me wish to stop being.  

Pienso entonces en todos los que me quieren,  /  Then I think of all those who love me,
o al menos en los que a veces lo parecen…  /  or at least about those who sometimes seem to…
¿Por qué es tan difícil la coexistencia  /  Why is coexistence so difficult
en medio de una sociedad inteligente?  /  in an intelligent society?

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

No deberías dejar pensar a algo imperfecto,  /  You should not allow something imperfect to think,
sino limitarlo a cumplir su función social.  /  but limit it to fulfilling its social role.
Sólo quiero ser un engranaje más, señor,  /  I only want to be one more cog, Lord,
en tu rebaño de almas, sin preguntas.  /  in your flock of souls, without questions.

Esta vida que me has dado, señor,  /  This life you have given me, Lord,
me tortura, de modos insospechados,  /  tortures me, in unsuspected manners,
a buscarle un sentido a mis dudas,  /  to look for a sense to my doubts,
lo cual, tal vez, sea precisamente su fin!  /  which, maybe, is precisely its purpose!

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

ER43FI10 97-18

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)

ATRIUM .

A Quiet noise from Newcastle, Lo-Fi, homespun, acoustic, italicized songwriting. 
 
Thanks for stopping by, really appreciate all the feedback that I've had from the wonderful SoundCloud community. It's always a pleasure to  hear new music from other  artists, and I have been greatly inspired by  all the amazingly talented musicians, poets, singers and songwriters right here on SoundCloud.

All tracks recorded at home on my tascam 8 track.

I have some other music available in bandcamp,  but my latest music is generally here on SoundCloud. Cheers!

Leavin' E.P. available as a free download here
https://pashotthecanary.bandcamp.com/album/leavin

Debut album, Push It Down The River, available on link. My second album " Canary Song" is here on Sounclound in my albums section.
 https://pashotthecanary.bandcamp.com/album/push-it-down-the-river

Henry Why Don't You Call No More

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