The When I Was Isosolated Soundtrack

holly and Bob's bicycle went astray

songs for Pug and Tomas

The Missing Limbs Forecast

Lambton Laments inc.

Canny man! just a smidgen of some of the amazingly talented artists stalking the SoundCloud boards.   The picture is one I took at the beautiful Clumber park in Nottingham.

crawling to the sun soundtrack

Blown away by the talent on SoundCloud at the minute, here's a relatively small playlist, I can't keep up. Beautiful music folks, always a great inspiration ✌️

Canary Diggin'

A selection of immersive tracks from amazing artists!

Immerse CanaryVerse

A Jorum Of Hot Milk And Hegg

Los Ojos De Angi

I'm Alright

This is about the "Lonestar cowboy". The last of the traditional dying breed of cowboys in the state of Texas.
Phil Bowen on: 12 string acoustic guitar, Fender strat, steel guitar ,  keyboards and vocals. 
Engineered, mixed and produced- Phil Bowen  
Lyrics
Every little turn
takes you on a different road.
Every little turn 
takes you where the cowboys rode.

Every single road
leads you to a different place.
Every single road
is like an obstacle race. 

They call him the Lonestar cowboy
out in the sun and rain.
They call him the Lonestar cowboy.
It’s all, yeh its all, in his name. 

Every little turn
you can see him in the corner of your eye
Every little turn 
there’s a backdrop of a Texan sky. 

Rising with the morning sun
he brushes down the dust and grit.
He feels the sweat on his brow,
you can see he’s not counterfeit. 

They call him the Lonestar cowboy out in the sun and rain.
They call him the Lonestar cowboy. It’s all, in his name. 
They call him the Lonestar cowboy. It’s all, in his name. 
They call him the Lonestar cowboy. It’s all, yeh its all, in his name.

The legend of the Dutchman's mine

Lonestar cowboy

Lonestar Cowboy

Tatiana and I worked hard to find a suitable arrangement for this new version of Danza della lontananza. After much rehearsal, we finally liked it in this lively folk-gypsy mood. And I really had a lot of fun playing guitar as wingman in her awesome prelude!

Here her beautiful music: https://soundcloud.com/rosindust

In the picture, a night in Salento, south Italy. The moon is high, we're ready to go to dance.

Here all our collaborations:
https://soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

Moon over the roof - with Rosin Dust

Glitzernde Gestalten

Vocals / Lyrics: It! @samantha-hubbs
Music, Guitars (ES, Tele, Strat), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Mellotron (Redtron), Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender

Pic: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wijaya_beach_Unawatuna_Sri_Lanka.jpg

©It! & Bonetender 2021 All Rights Reserved

Beach

Beach (with It!)

I made a song a little while back, after being deeply touched by the tragedy of a neighbour struck low by a terrible, gnawing dementia.  A lovely, lovely man – not a close friend, but someone I counted as a friend, nonetheless.  A very incisive, perceptive, clever man, a gentleman; a retired aeronautical engineer, he had worked around the world, he loved people, all people, and conversation with them.  A great raconteur, he talked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and he lived for life, and his family.

He was crushed and transformed slowly and cruelly into something else by his condition.  Now his torment, whatever it may have been to him, is mercifully over; may his God bless him and may his wife and family find peace in the memory of the wonderful man he once, and always was.

By way of a bookend to the earlier song, I made this poem for my friend.

Rest in peace, Todd.
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Tuesday Afternoon

Will the sun break through the clouds at last, on Tuesday afternoon?
Will diminished chords of adagio life staccato out a tune?
Will the gristle of my paranoia chew itself in disarray,
Or spit me out to hell’s side plate, by palliative kitchen hands scraped away?
Will the spiral pyres of my self-grief smoulder infinite through time,
The carbon, ashen remnant of what used to be my mind?
Just as walnut husks twixt the old sow’s molars, mastication can’t impugn,
Will the sun break through the clouds at last, on Tuesday afternoon?

Will the rain subsume the sun once more, upon the Wednesday morn?
When the blackbird skitters drenching down to greet the wormy dawn.
Whilst a spider tacks his silken bracts midst diamond dew, like neurons’ misfired arcing
To anaesthetise fragmented facts, underpinning thoughts embarking
Upon a train, within my brain, before ‘twas washed to smoky blue.
Like the walls of the old kipper house in the hometown once I knew.
This memory, thrice compressed and neatly threshed as corn from stalk is rudely hewn.
Will the sun break through the clouds at last, on Tuesday afternoon?



Photo by Juskteez Vu on Unsplash

Tuesday Afternoon

Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Slide guitar, 12 string acoustic guitar: Phil Bowen 
Lead and backing vocals: Phil Bowen 
Keyboards: Phil Bowen 
Video available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKaxod59kmA 
Many of us work 9 to 5 day after day after day with so little to show for it. We just live for today, have shorter life spans and become a company man. Sometimes it's good to get away. Some get away from it permanently disillusioned by daily news and the voting machine. They find a magical land under a stadium of glittering stars. This song is about a man from Montauk who finds peace where silver waters fall on shades of green. Enjoy the "Company man".
Lyrics:
Well, he came from the town of Montauk
Far on the eastern board of the U.S.A.
He worked his way across interstate lines
Each day seems to roll into another day.
He said enough of the acid reflux
Continuous migraine and pressure of time
Enough of the 9 to 5 routine
Waiting in queues and endless lines.

He feels those echoes of lost years
Feels emotions and heart felt tears
So dead in the water with a shorter life span
Just live for today, be a company man.

It seems too late to say goodbye
At the time we’re moving on
It seems to late to say goodbye 
when life has passed us by.

The sky is the stadium of glittering stars
Far from the city, fast jobs and cars
Silver waters fall on shades of green 
Disillusioned by the voting machine.
Rainbow colours light up his eyes
Free with the spirits under open sky
We all need a little of a magical land 
A short time away from the daily news stand.

Company man

Company Man

Original Track by Brian Peters: https://soundcloud.com/brianpeters-3
https://soundcloud.com/brianpeters-3/man-of-promise

Just a few embellishments by Arkestar. 

Many thanks to Brian for allowing me to embellish his brilliant original track. 
Cheers Brian. x

Brian Peters - A Man Of Promise [Arkestar RMX 2021]

My soundtrack for a Sunrise.  Watch the video https://youtu.be/d4uzsUIdEr8
The calm pre-dawn with its promise of the new day to come is broken by the sun piercing the horizon.  Light streaks across the sky, kissing all it touches with gold.  Mundane objects are transformed into works of art by the beauty of this first light. Then the majesty and power of the suns slow warming ascent. 

...and yes I went there, I used tubular bells!

Photo by Wes Hicks https://unsplash.com/@sickhews

Watch the Video

Hope Shines Forth

Or Sunday, if you're busy on Saturday.
A day of peace, without worries and obligations, an easy day, like when we were children.

Saturday morning

CITY / OCEAN is a 4 part experimental electronic suite inspired by dance music and video game soundtracks. Full EP coming out 10/29/2021

OCEAN

NEW MIX for 2025

Listen to more tracks at www.korima.net


Copperfield has all-too-vivid recollection of the terrifying storm at Yarmouth and the tragic end to a near-to-shore rescue attempt.

Have a listen to the wonderful creations of https://soundcloud.com/candyside-arcade


As clearly as I see
As clearly as I see, what happened then
Before me now, it happens again

Greet the faces, scenes and figures in the fire
The howl and the roar, ratttling windows, pews and doors
Streets of lead ripped clean from the high church spire
The dark invests the storm, with terror in new forms

Repeat As clearly as I see...

Fearful of falling stacks, (the) showered salt rains down
Streets strewn with sand dunes; trees torn from the ground
The tremeduous sea in grip of blinding crown
High watery walls whip and engulf this shattered town

Repeat As clearly as I see
Cue: wild sea electrifying guitar solo, bass undercurrents, piano sea spray and percussive turbulence

The ship's bell wrung its neck; she rose with two men gone
He made toward the wreck, striving valiantly and strong
They drew him to the shore and tried by all means and skills
So shaken to the core, a generous and meek heart stilled

As clearly as I see

As Clearly As I See

A most warm thank you to Jörg for his wonderful tenor sax and flute contribution to this track.

You can visit him here: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

image by: Thorolf Jansson

My Tent Or Yours (featuring Joerxworx)

I learned this song in kindergarten and it stayed with me. I haven't heard it since then (many decades ago), and it doesn't show up when you search the internet. There aren't too many songs that celebrate the dubious joys of these two months, and it seems very appropriate to post it now. It's a catchy little ditty!

Lyrics:

January Jolly and February Bold,
Two little brothers from the Northland cold,
Mother Winter sends them to mind just what they’re told, so,
January Jolly and February Bold.

Always blow, blow, blow, blow,
Helping Jackie Frost with his ice and snow,
Always blow, blow, wind so cold,
January Jolly and February Bold.

Always blow, blow, blow, blow,
Helping Jackie Frost with his ice and snow,
Always blow, blow, wind so cold,
January Jolly and February Bold. (Repeat all)

January Jolly & February Bold (cover)

Claudio:  Acoustic guitar & Vocals 
Stephane:   Electric Guitar & Bass,  Organ and Piano,  Drums, backing vocals
Eva : Backing Vocals
Drums Gerald

The Son's Letter

It’s about becoming  the person you wanna be .

The artwork was a photo taken by Noobly in October 1982 on the 20th anniversary of the release of “Love Me Do”. The original Cavern Club being demolished to build a ventilation shaft (that was never actually needed/built).

The new Cavern has stepped out the Ashes on the same site and a visit is highly recommended.

Step Out The Ashes ~ Conscience of Kings featuring Gaz & Noobly

funny, that the irish flute fits that good to the indian tabla sample.

Indian Dream (with Flute)

I made this for my little sister; it's a string of cameos about the town where we were born and raised - a suburb of Newcastle Upon Tyne.  Low income, but real world, real people, real troubles, real joy, real love, real communities, real humour, real music, real life.  All in gloriously rough 1960's industrial working class North East England monochrome.

For those of you not from that part of the world, lyric translations back to English are available upon request. :)

Started as a scribble, pretended to be a poem for a while, then I decided to noodle along and then.....  Ah, you know how it is.....in Byker town.
__________________________________________________________________

Byker Town

Wallpaper of steam trains
Where the sweeping headlights sprawled
‘Cross the ceiling to the old piano
Up against my bedroom wall
In ‘67 the lid came down
Never played again so fair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Cross the bridge to get to school
Rope swings underneath
Bull’s eyes from the slaughterhouse 
Bombed out rail yard stark relief
Billy Smart’s big top’s coming down
But I don’t care
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Stench of old men in the Raby Arms
A bottle of dog to take back yem
Dominos and baccy tins
Were all that mattered way back then
Every retail product to be found
In Ernie’s shop just six foot square
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Quayside Sunday mornings
Champion, just the job
A week of meat to feed the bairns
For only fower bob
Scranshins from the chippy van ‘round
The side door of the Mayfair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Sent out on the Wednesday
In Charlie Shepherd’s finest rags
Over to the smokies
To get free broken kippers by the bag
Dad got paid when Thursday came around
Treats for us to share
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Front step full of babbies
Grazed knees on skinny legs
Back lane rows of nappies
Her face is full of wooden pegs
He’s on the dole no work to be found
Torn bookie slips by his chair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Nets twitching down the road
Never washed in years
Kids with mucky faces 
Almost clean behind the ears
Never seem to have a frown
Owning only what they wear
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Give up all the baggage I’ve got now
Of life in disrepair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Byker Town

I am loving these new masters of the tracks I wrote with my sister Jane on fiddle! This one has an oriental feel. Thank you to my wonderful BF Sander for mastering again! @jane-hamilton-1 
@wane-of-summer 😊❤️🎶🎻🎧🎵🎼

The Lanterns (with my sister Jane Hamilton on violin)

Written for Valentines Day.  
A 4-Star Commended Entry in the 'Love Songs' category of the UK Songwriting Contest 2022.

There is something magic in the air, I can feel it here and everywhere,
It's in the sparkling morning dew, I think it's all because of you,

Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
I'm lost in love, I'm lost in love,

Is this really truly happening, this restless state I find I'm in?
Can it really all be down to fate; are my senses really wide awake?

Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
I'm lost in love, I'm lost in love,

I'm living in a dreamy state of mind, amazed by all the feelings that I find,
I can't escape the fact it's true, it's all down to my love for you,

Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
I'm lost in love, I'm lost in love,
Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
Maybe it comes from up above but I know for sure I'm lost in love,
Maybe it comes from up above, maybe it comes from up above

Lost In Love

I had a refrain in my previous song, Beyond, that I ended up not using as it didn't quite fit. So, I decided to use it as the basis for a new song and came up with this. I think it's about the frustration you feel when trying to speak but can't quite find the words. Feel free to disagree, though.

Words Don't Fail Me

A song about a dream that takes me away to an Island in the Sun, do you want to hop aboard and lets set sail for better weather and peace.

Johnny

Dream Boat

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Lead & Backing Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

When you take into consideration that modern footballers have infinitely better equipment and technical assistance at their disposal, George Best's stats (not that I’m a great fan of these) show what a great player he was. I certainly never saw a player who could do what he could with a football. He was the first footballer to transcend the sports pages and become what we now term ‘a celebrity’. Today’s players are protected from the pressures he experienced but George was always surrounded by people who merely wanted to bathe in his reflected light and take advantage of his generosity. His slide into alcoholism is well documented but, had he played under today’s conditions, his life may have been totally different.

I was fortunate enough to meet him on three occasions and on one of those had the pleasure of just the two of us sitting at a table, sharing our love for football. It probably only lasted about twenty minutes but it meant the whole world to me because he seemed genuinely interested in everything I had to say. He even told me he could speak to Matt Busby and get me a trial at Man. Utd. To this day I regret not taking him up on the offer, not because I thought I was the next George Best but to have my hero offer a trial at the club I supported was something never to be forgotten.

Many years later, I reached a time when drink became my escape from everything and looking back, it scares me to remember how easy it was to become so dependent. I was very lucky to have been rescued by a wonderful woman who gave me a true reason to be. If you've never been utterly dependent on something it’s difficult to realise how much it totally controls your life and the experience certainly gave me a window into George’s world.

As far as I’m concerned, he was the greatest football player that ever lived - even the great Pele said, “George Best is a footballer without comparison”. This is why I say, "Come back Georgie!"

Hans’ brilliant arrangement and Gary’s power drumming give musical wings to my honest tribute to George and I owe them both the deepest of thanks for that. If you listen closely, you’ll be able to hear what the man himself thinks about his football career and I totally agree with every word. Many thanks for listening. (Terry Reeves)

An addendum. You all need to know just how good a footballer Tel was. I watched him play schoolboy football and he was always the best player on the pitch, leading his teams to the winning of many trophies. But for injury problems (he had his leg broken twice) he could have played professional football. I had the privilege of playing Sunday League football with him and his skills were light years ahead of everyone else. In one game, he scored with a shot from the halfway line and this was a good 15/20 years before David Beckham did it. He was special. (Gary Reeves)

Yes I drank the bottle dry
Please don't ask the question why
Just accept this drunken man
Drinking for another plan

Couldn't take things in my stride
Second place it hurt my pride
Told to take some time to think
Think I'll have another drink

CHORUS:
Yes he's the greatest, he really has it all
The king of any man who ever kicked a ball
He makes the headlines every time he shows his face
I wonder if they know our hero up in space?
If not it's just a disgrace
He's here
Georgie 
No fear

Tried to force me to retire
From the bottle I admire
Knew I'd lose out in the end
Destroying me or my best friend

Belong to no one else but me
I'm not public property
I know I have myself to blame
Life is not my favourite game

CHORUS

It's not as sad as you might think
Not looking for a missing link
And I don't need an open door 
Cause all I have to do is pour

Georgie, Georgie come back Georgie...

BEST OF BOTH WORLDS (V1) - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Original track....
https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/outer-shell-spinner?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
chased by unpublished 'Centrifuge'....

[Picture courtesy of Phillipe-d-uxn Unsplash]

Centri Fugue

Fly In The Sky

Another collaboration with the magnificent @georg-boehme at clarinets and alto sax.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

Le cose che non ho - with Georg Boehme

Sugar Plum

Hello to all,
a few days ago i was surfing on soundcloud, and i saw that Anastasiya Ihnatovich started following me. I clicked on his profile by curiosity and i listened to his music. They are solo piano pieces, and I fell in love with a series of 3 pieces with the overall title "Up Until Then".
I contacted her and asked her if I could do an arrangement on the first piece "Up", and she accepted.

Here is the solo piano part (first piece of the list) composed and performed by Anastasiya Ihnatovich:
https://soundcloud.com/anastasiya-ihnatovich/sets/up-until-then

Here is the result once arranged and orchestrated, hoping you like it.

Thanks for listening and for your comments,

Franck

PS: I want to thank Anastasiya for allowing me to create a little arrangement and orchestration around her track "UP".

Credits:
Composition: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement: Franck Ancelin
Orchestration: Franck Ancelin

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Bonjour à tous,
il y a quelques jours de cela je surfais sur soundcloud, et j'ai vu qu'Anastasiya Ihnatovich s'est mise à me suivre. J'ai cliqué sur son profil par curiosité et j'ai écouté sa musique. Il s'agit de morceaux de piano seul, et je suis tombé sous le charme d'une série de 3 morceaux avec pour titre global "Up Until Then".
Je l'ai contacté et je lui ai demandé si je pouvais faire un arrangement sur le premier morceau "Up", et elle a accepté.

Voici la partie piano seul (premier morceau de la liste) composée et interprêté par Anastasiya Ihnatovich:
https://soundcloud.com/anastasiya-ihnatovich/sets/up-until-then

Voici le résultat une fois arrangé et orchestré, en espérant que cela vous plaise.

Merci pour votre écoute et vos éventuels commentaires,

Franck

PS: Je tiens à remercier Anastasiya de m'avoir autorisé à créer un petit arrangement et une orchestration autour de son morceau "UP".

Crédits:
Composition: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Interprétation au piano: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement: Franck Ancelin
Orchestration: Franck Ancelin

Up By Anastasiya Ihnatovich Arrangement Franck Ancelin

sleepless nights
hazy days
i laze around my little cage
it's been crazy
mhm...

wasting time with a bottle of wine
i prowl around with my head held high
i've been lazy...
uh-huh...

i feel like a lion tamer
i've got a whip crack in my head.
i've six big cats
to keep in check...
Lord knows, they're all in my head
all in my head

my mind is a circus
and God knows, it's not what i need right now.
my mind is a circus
God knows, it's not what i need right now...

"don't do this"
"you can't say that...!"
hours and hours of juggling hats
i'm going crazy...
uh-huh!

i feel like a lion-tamer
i've got a whip crack in my head
i've got six big cats to keep in check
Lord knows they're all in my head
they're all in my head...
they're all in my head
all in my head...
they're all in my head
all in my head...

(adlib)

lala-dee-ta da
lala-dee-ta da
da-da...


Words & Music : Miaow McDonald

Vocals, Guitars, Jaw Harp : Miaow McDonald
Drums, Bass, Organ, Slide Guitar : Robert Davidson (Aged Choir Boy)
Lions : themselves....

Produced & Mastered : Robert Davidson (Aged Choir Boy)

Lion Tamer

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Moonbeams

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, arrangement and production.

Einstein determined that time is relative and that the rate at which it passes depends on your frame of reference.  Now I’m not saying that I’m much of a scholar of his work but what I do know is that when the Covid pandemic was at it’s height and we were all confined to our homes, many of those that I spoke to didn’t even know where in the week we were, let alone the time of day, so yer man Einstein probably had a point.

This song was written long before the pandemic surfaced and came during telephone and email conversations I had with my two fellow Cripple Club garage band members, Gary and Hans . For example, I was chatting to Gal one day when he said “You know, I just can’t get the hang of time, these days.  Weeks seem to just merge into each other”. 

On the very same day, Hans sent me an email in which he stated "I’m really struggling to get the hang of time at the moment…” As someone who spends much of his time at home anyway, the two ‘hang of time’ statements did resonate with me and therefore carried an intriguing synchronicity.  I’m not someone who thinks these things have any mystical significance but the fact that they had both used precisely the same expression on the same day certainly placed the idea for this song in my mind.

Thanks again to Hans for taking the concept and formulating it so brilliantly into his arrangement for the song.  And many thanks to you for listening.
(Terry Reeves)

I just can’t get the hang of time
Tomorrow seemed a million miles behind
And yet a date turns up in front of mind
What more to remember or try to find

I just can’t get the hang of time

Another month goes by without a breath
Although breathing in moves me to the left
Time to the right can cause calendar theft
Pitching very low sounds to a musical clef

I just can’t get the hang of time

No shaking up time without showing my age
As click track continues keep missing the page
Never losing my temper but cheating a rage
There is never a tempo that keeps sounds in a cage

I just can’t get the hang of time (Repeat)

BREAK

Qualified people pointing a direction to live
Not one understands why I’m mentally captive
Each box with a tick but the time doesn’t give
My Individual need making all words so inactive

I just can’t get the hang of time

A window reflection shows a man with a beard 
Tuesday or Wednesday? All days disappeared
I just can’t get the hang of time
It wasn’t meant to be an ageing skill of mine.

I just can’t get the hang of time

THE HANG OF TIME - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

And2End

On the cold winter mornings, you can find the cormorants drying their wings in the first rays of the sun.

FROZEN WINGS

This idea was one of those that you have to hurry up and hit record before the idea passes... so I did. The original recording received a lot of listens and feedback, but it was not a quality recording. The idea was there. I just did my best to salvage what was recorded and remix it into this one mix. 
~
I hope you enjoy it as much as the original version. 
Many Thanks for listening!!!

Passing Brain Storm

Double Blind

Original Song by J.J. Terrell
Artwork is by friend's wife Margaryta Yermolayeva
Please check out her paintings at margaryta-yermolayeva.pixels.com

Original lyrics:

A lake, an ocean, to be crossed
The light shining through the surface, sometimes lost
Around the bottom of the sea we almost cried
I was never colder than that artic night

Going straight ahead is all that I can do
Up and down, all around; life's whirlpool
Lay my tail upon a rock
And dream

The schools of fish seemed lost in all the noise
A passing whale who lost his voice
A nice warm pool of a fleeting duel
A cloudy red trial, a happy ruse

The light shining through the surface is sometimes bright
The deeper you are, the harder it is, to tell day or night
Travel far and wide

The Lost Merman 🧜‍♂️

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

I've felt inspired by some of the great live performances on SoundCloud recently, and I was working on a track that I ended up overcooking. So I thought I'd share a nice simple one mic recording instead, just me, guitar and a sleeping dog. Also added this one to my One mic recordings playlist on my profile.

https://on.soundcloud.com/r5Xy5

Thanks for listening and inspiring as always greatly appreciated.

lyrics

You made a vow to try to bring me down
worked for about an hour or two
quit pushing pulling me around
been a little while I'll figure out what I can do

nothing comes from hate they say
nothing much I know
but I'm ploughing my own fields to today
sitting back I'm gonna watch them grow

up through the sky
up through the sky

dawn it breaks
birdsong please sing me something new
don't follow the road
they lay down in front of you

march out a beat to your own blues
march out a beat to your own blues

and when that rain it falls
it don't bother me at all
now that I'm just a prisoner
in the storm

You made a vow to try to bring me down
and it worked for about an hour or two

Beat To Your Own Blues

Here's another simple one mic recording just me and guitar, another one to add to my little acoustic album, available here.

https://on.soundcloud.com/Y8Tw5

I've been getting back into playing  more the style I used to play in, this song is the result and there will be more to follow.

Citizen

Roll on citizen bowling home for tea
though they may never know
the beauty that's in thee

you could sail the mystery boat float on the setting seas
sweep the galley or tend the nook
live a life of revelry

roll on citizen bowling home for tea
don't give me no bilious bout
and keep in step with me

harpoon the president and take him home for tea
wash him down with a chardonnay
you borrowed from the queen

bring me the head on a plate
and I'll gladly receive 
kind gifts so warm ornate a rare delicacy

don't think that it's overboard not never shall it cease
string them up  or make them pray until a God they all believe

roll on citizen bowling home for tea


Thanks for listening folks, greatly appreciated as always.

Citizen

when you have an older sibling who's naturally brilliant at everything, it's really annoying 😃 in a cool way, though. I'm very proud of her and my  other sisters. This started out as a poem,  loosely based on me and my sister and  musing over a time when she was 12 and I was 9.

haven't seen you for a while 
memories wrapped up in time
still when I try hard I can find
when you were 12 and I was 9

cigarettes and paradigms 
the way you used to make me smile
and I'd be happy for a while 
when you were 12 and I was 9

my radio is in disguise 
switch the tables turn the dials
tune me into happy times
when you were 12 and I was 9 x 2

now I may not know where I'm going
all I know is where I been
the past she got a funny way of showing 
where its at  is where I must begin

now you're not always on my mind
just wander round from time to time
yours was the gold I tried to mine
when you were 12 and I was 9

when empty canvas drove me wild 
you  cross the T's and dot the I's
but I'm still fighting for the prize
when you were 12 and I was 9

now looking back on '95
halcyon days simpler times 
wish I could go back for a dime
when you were 12 and I was 9 x 3

thanks for listening folks,  always much appreciated.  I've been pretty busy lately with various projects but just give me a nudge and I'll try to listen to as much new music and creativity as I can. take care folks.



12 And 9

Here's a new track I recorded at home on  the 8 track. I suppose one more chance is quite a generic theme, it could be personal or something abstract. like most of my writing it's a tiny part of all of me. Generally I'll have recently read a book that's seeped into my consciousness and on this occasion the book is: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

Novel by Gabrielle Zevin

really enjoyed that one. 

lyrics 

one more chance 
I know that I can make it
abuse drove me on
but I know that I can shake it
why it is that you 
keep following me round

reminisce but take away the bad bits
smack to the face 
hit right below the eyelid
but nothing really seems to
hurt me anymore

hear your voice and finding 
it quite soothing 
there's no victory feels
quite as good as losing dignity 
when she comes knocking 
at my door

wish that I could could pause
or hit the replay
infinite life's
Christ let me start a new game
and nothing like the one
that I've been in before

I will run from you 
and the chain star crew
the old wedding bells
ring out the birthday blues

hang your head
try to avoid the contact
when did any good ever come
from you looking back
on every little thing that's
been and gone before

level up
convince yourself
you're not wrong 
we all know the truth is a bitch
to try to outrun
and you will be long gone before
your race is through 

I will run from you 
and the chain star crew
the old wedding bells
ring out the birthday blues

give me one more chance
give me one more chance
give me one more chance
give me one more chance
give me one more chance
give me one more chance
give me one more chance
give me one more chance
give me one more chance


thanks for the support and listens folks, it's always greatly appreciated. sound cloud always inspires me; artists keep up the great work and don't be too hard on yourself.




the cover art is a shot of sunset in Mablethorpe on the Lincolnshire coast, a favourite holiday spot of mine.




One More Chance

This is a song for my Mary, but it is applicable to all Mary's. 

This is my first attempt at recording new material since last summer, I've been writing and playing a lot, but I just haven't had the time lately to get my ideas on tape. So it's nice to get this one out, and hopefully, it'll not be as long a wait for my next. 

Thanks for all the listens and support, it's greatly appreciated as always. cheers!

lyrics

don't let the world dictate to you
be your own girl
in a world that's you

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your time 

don't let the world
loose from your grasp
come up for air
whenever you get the chance 

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your 
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your time

you always think there's somebody 
better off than you
don't listen to the boys 
they all screaming that it's true

you always think there's somebody 
better off than you
but there's nobody out there
can do you as good as you

so don't let the world
edit out your past
look back with pride 
and don't
catapult so fast

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your 
wasting all your 
wasting all your time

Time, For Mary

I was a dot inside my own tapestry 
I was amused by all a those they things 
the did not see

but all that I really needed was
somebody else to believe and read 
all the Natural Rhapsody 
all the Natural Rhapsody 

I walked alone inside a my own territory 
I was a victim of my own stupidly 

but all that I really needed was
somebody else to believe and read 
all the Natural Rhapsody 
all the Natural Rhapsody 

no target on my back but
still they kicking me

while I'm down struggle to see
what's staring straight at me 
one way ticket to happy

I was inertias latest cripple casualty 
I was immune to all a their forms
and repartee

but all that I really needed was
somebody else to believe and read 
all the Natural Rhapsody 
all the Natural Rhapsody 
all the Natural Rhapsody 


Natural Rhapsody

just a simple one mic, spontaneous performance,  me, some words, and a guitar.

Bay Of Pigs Lullaby

this track was inspired by reading The Wager, a great true adventure story by David Grann. 

lyrics

meet me in the portrait 
down beneath the shade of tree
pack me in a suitcase
hollow out a chest built out for tea

I could be the border 
maybe you could set my scene
a painting like a raincheck 
trapped inside a submarine 

somebody is following
you better watch your back
once you lost your mind it's gone
and your incurring 
wager islands wrath 

so meet me in the rainbow 
down by the waterfront cascade
where beaux jack a dandies 
stole all the hearts from those who prayed

we could be important 
when our discoveries unveiled 
hook me up to morphine girl 
and I'll put up the bail

somebody is following 
you better watch your back
once you lost your mind it's gone
and your incurring wager islands wrath 

so meet me in the portrait 
we'll set sail at crescent moon
you can be the cannon
ball and I'll provide the boom

look out for me this summer 
when all the seas have frozen cold
you can be the treasure map
and I'll provide the gold


thanks for listening, greatly appreciated as always.


Wager Island (Acoustic)

01 - NI - Session Guitarist - Picked Acoustic - Ray of Light
02 - Sonuscore - Elysion - Neptune Pad Reaching The Digital Era
03 - Sonuscore - The Orchestra Complete - Violin 1 Sustain - Oboe Staccato - Glockenspiel Hit - Harp Plucked - Flute Staccato
04 - UVI - FALCON - Plurality - Lyre E Bow Darkness Split
05 - NI - STRAYLIGHT - Cloud Piano
06 - SA - Orchestral Swarm - Horns - Tenuto Swarm

Ray Of Light

a pink song about feeling blue.

"Pink Lemonade for a Blue Girl" is the 3rd of 13 or so songs from my debut solo album, Year Zero.

this song is available to BUY on bandcamp miaowmcdonald.bandcamp.com/track/Pink-Lemonade-For-A-Blue-Girl

"Pink Lemonade for a Blue Girl" will also be available on all other digital platforms to download and/or stream... iTunes, Spotify, Napster, Deezer, GooglePlay, AppleMusic, TikTok, YouTube etc etc etc...

(c)(p) written & performed by Miaow McDonald

engineered/co-produced by Robert Davidson, the 'Aged Choir Boy'.

Miaow McDonald: Vocals, Guitars, Piano & Synth
Additional Musicians:
Robert Davidson: Drums, Tuned Percussion and odd field recordings
Joshua Jamieson aka CyberneticZ: Accordion


Miaow McDonald only plays Fender Guitars.

To hear more from featured artists visit their profiles here>>

Aged Choir Boy    https://soundcloud.com/agedchoirboy
CyberneticZ    https://soundcloud.com/cyberneticzmusic

LYRICS:

last time i saw her she was barefoot,
smoking grass,
alone in the park.

summer has spoken in engaged tones,
honey bee drones and the hum of traffic.

why does it always end the same?
why does it have to be this way?

pink lemonade for a blue girl
pink lemonade for a blue girl
pink lemonade for a blue girl
she wants to escape to her own world.

i hear her voice in the sea's breath,
whispering 'goodbyes' from the dark depths
of the high tide;
in the gulls' cries;
in the blue blue eyes and the clink of ice...

why does it always end the same?
why does it have to be this way?

pink lemonade for a blue girl
pink lemonade for a blue girl
pink lemonade for a blue girl
she wants to remain in her own world.

la-la-lahhh [ad lib]

Pink Lemonade for a Blue Girl

Time Lapse

Time Lapse 1

Composé, réalisé par Jacques Lemaire alias idematoa, janvier/février 2021 via Studio One, 120 bpm
En version YouTube : youtu.be/GH7IGCJuSbI

Merci infiniment à toi Franck pour ta merveilleuse création, une flûte enchantée en quelque sorte !
Ma première collaboration sur Soundcloud ! 

Franck Douvin : https://soundcloud.com/franckdouvin
> Flûte Prima Sankyo en argent, embouchure « FAULISI / PARIS » avec noyau en or 9K et bouchon réglable Logicork du luthier E.FERRON

> 01 - Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Toolkit - Vocals + Combi Textural - Fireflies
> 02 - Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Toolkit - Combi Textural - Frozen Textures
> 03 - Spitfire Audio - Ólafur Arnalds Composer toolkit - Felt Grand Piano
> 04 - Spitfire Audio - Ólafur Arnalds Composer toolkit - Evo Ambience + Reversed Pad 
> 05 - Arturia - Modular V3 - Bass Sequence

Broken Heart [Franck Douvin & Jacques Lemaire]

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

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