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'

[Art Cover thanks to Jinie Ph of Pixels.]

Comatose State

Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/destinations.html

Destinations

Fly In The Sky

Baby, The Rain Will Stop

Been writing about methane holes in the arctic and fascists but who needs more of that stuff ? Here's some old heart song instead.

A Hard Woman. ( Steve Killingbeck )

To the beauty of simple things, like that of this beautiful Spanish Sparrow

SPARROW

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

4 Star Commended Entry in the 2022 UK Songwriting Contest

He came from above, He came from above, to give us God's love, to give us God's love,  
He came from above,
He walked on the Earth, He walked on the Earth, we celebrate his birth, we celebrate his birth,
He walked on the Earth,
He showed us the way, He showed us the way, spread peace every day, spread peace every day,
He showed us the way,
He died on the cross, He died on the cross, we were saved by his loss, we were saved by his loss, 
He died on the cross,
He was God's only son, He was God's only son, and here for everyone, and here for everyone,
He was God's only son,
He was the son of the father above, we celebrate glorify and love,
He was the son of the father above, we celebrate glorify and love,
We celebrate His life, We celebrate His life, and shine in His light, and shine in His light,
We celebrate His life,
He came from above, He came from above, to give us God's love, to give us God's love,  
He came from above,

He Came From Above

He Came From Above (Graham Williams)

Mastered by A7 Recording Studio
Photo: Robbie

R.I.P. Garth Hudson and The Band

Lyrics:
Long, gone, feelin’, memory in smoke recedin’,
Times when you awoke and found a lovin’ hand nearby.
Lonely song comes stealin’, softly through the trees revealin’
Corners of your heart that you’ve been hidin’ from your eyes.

There’s a time when you will disappear in love of long ago,
There’s a time when that may set your heart aglow,
There’s a time when all those memories will let the feeling flow,
That’s a time for letting out and letting go.

Many years now showin’, rhythm of your step is slowin’,
Look into the mirror and a different man is there,
When the tears start flowin’, you know that the pain is goin’,
You know that your heart is growin’ light as the air.

There’s a time for you to vanish into love of long ago,
There’s a time when memory sets your heart aglow,
There’s a time when deep remembering will let the feeling flow,
That’s a time for letting out and letting go.  Ahhh…

Long, gone, feelin’, memory in smoke recedin’,
Times when you awoke and found a lovin’ hand nearby.
Lonely song comes stealin’, softly through the trees revealin’
Corners of your heart that you’ve been hidin’ from your eyes.

Long ago, long ago, long ago.

Long Gone

Acoustic version recorded by - https://patrickspence-lewis.com/
Feel free to let me know which you prefer!

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The Amateur (Acoustic Version)

Wrote this in an attempt to convince myself that I'm not alone. 
‘Winging it’ is a phrase (circa 1885) used by performers ‘depping’ for someone in the theatre, learning the part in the wings before going on stage. 

Photograph: Jess Dixon in his flying automobile.
https://youtu.be/qaWy1qJbmZY

Everyone’s 
Just winging it
Playing it by ear
Ad-libbing it
Life is a fool’s game
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

And I don’t mind 
Admitting it
I once had a plan 
But I’m not sticking to it
So easy to drift
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

Everyone’s 
Just winging it
Playing it by ear
Ad-libbing it
Life is a fool’s game
Isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

Everyone's Just Winging It

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Moonbeams

A little backstory is needed here.

A few years ago I hung up my old guitar for good, having finally lost patience with my own decades-long inability to do any serious practice.  Not long afterwards, one of those things that only ever happens to other people, happened to me, when the nice consultant explained that the source of the pain was a large tumour in my throat.

During the fun and games of treatment over the subsequent months I made a few deals with myself regarding how things would change if we came out of the other side alive and reasonably intact.  One of these was a commitment to getting my old guitar out again and working at it;  the quid pro quo being a new, decent guitar in the event that any signs of progress appeared.  I even held out the hope that I might start scribbling out a few songs again, not having done so for many, many years.

That I now have ever so slightly more than one decent guitar hanging on my wall is not a reflection of the degree of progress, just my tendency to re-interpret the rules of the game sometimes....

A few weeks back, the nice consultant explained that he didn't want me ever to darken his door again as he could see no need to continue the checkups.  For the best of reasons.  

No "All Clear"s in this game of course, just probability curves, a fact sadly demonstrated, also few weeks back, when a very brave lady who was not so fortunate as I, lost her own battle with cancer.  She was Dame Deborah James.  A teacher, who, in the words of her family, shared her experience of cancer to "raise awareness, break down barriers, challenge taboos and change the conversation around cancer.  Even in her most challenging moments, her determination to raise money and awareness was inspiring". 

This is one of the first songs I wrote after picking up the guitar again.  The lyrics are odd in places … that morphine, it lingers in the bloodstream you know.... :) and you may apply to them what metaphors you wish.

I decided to make the quiet, simple, one take, live version of “Genuflection” offered here as a small personal tribute to the bravery of Dame Deborah.  It is far from perfect, but not far from the heart.
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Genuflection

As sensibility subsides, my spirit lies
In shattered fragments, scattered with the roses at my feet.
A plastic destiny confides what was never meant for real;
An unholy desecration that is scarcely incomplete.

A storm-tossed foreign sea, has driven me
To the reef, with smiling Lucifer’s contaminant collusion.
My bloodshot welling eyes offer thin disguise;
Translucent as the glass before my naked self-delusion.

A sleet-swept breeze hit my bright horizons.
I’m on my knees, black moon rising.
Sweet salvation, my long lost friend,
I’m on my knees,… again.

Fractured rainbows hold the storm, heaven-sent;
Kaleidoscopic essence of the life behind the deal.
Enraptured scarecrows take the form of a living testament
To the martyr’s psyche slowly being broken on the wheel.

Earth gathers dry husks as they fall, and Charon calls;
My antimony confidante, gasps breathless at the shore.
The coin I proffer him today secures my solitary way
To the shadow that’s imprisoned me so many times before.

A sleet-swept breeze hit my bright horizons.
I’m on my knees, black moon rising.
Sweet salvation, my long lost friend,
I’m on my knees,… again.

A sleet-swept breeze hit my bright horizons.
I’m on my knees, uncompromising.
Peace of mind? I left him way behind.
I’m on my knees,… again.

Genuflection

Ventotene, a small island in the Mediterranean. Under a breathtaking starry sky, waiting for the dawn.
Thanks to @RosinDust for her gorgeous violins. I am always grateful for her willingness and enthusiasm.
In the last period I worked a lot on things written some time ago, so I had not composed anything new for a few months and, as always happens in these cases, I was a little afraid of having run out of creative vein. That's why, with this new piece, I'm happy and ready for the next time when I'm definitely going to ask myself, once again, "oh my god, is this over?" :)

Here the other collaborations with Tatiana:
soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana

In the photo, of course, Ventotene.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

It's almost dawn - with Rosin Dust

When I saw you the other day
You had your hair pulled back and your head turned down
And a smile on your face

Saying I would trade it all just to have you for a day
I’d give it all away
Just for today

Just you and me 
Just like I think it’s supposed to be

Wherever you want to go Let’s be there hand in hand
Let me be your man

I sing my song for you but you don’t give a damn
How can I blame you when I’ve  been eating out of a garbage can

I see the all of the girls around the block a million times
But you’re the only one who made a home inside my mind

Let me be your homeless man

Let me lay you down in my cardboard fort
Light a pork fat candle or two

 if no one else is around we’ll leave the lights down
 And I’ll make a tinfoil helmet for you

You should see me balance a tv
When I’m rinding my bike down an 8 lane road

Just think of all the cool things we could find
Guess you’ll never know

I sing my song for you but you don’t give a damn
How can I blame you when I’ve been eating out of a garbage can

I’ve see all of the girls around the block a million times
But you’re the only one who made a home in this mind of mine

Let me be your homeless man

Stephen Malson's Album

Lamplight Love

Music, acousti guitar, lyrics & vocal : Snow Man Dave
Other instruments, second vocal & mix : PJ Project

Ode To The Miners W/ UK Man

I don’t wanna give this oxygen anymore !
This is when you put all your trust and belief into someone or something to only find it’s been a lie and that situation or person is taking liberty’s.

Oxygen  ~ Conscience of Kings

(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

Lost In An Indian Suburbs

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

Canary Diggin'

Pa' Shot The Canary