The Missing Limbs Forecast

A first recording of a song I wrote four years ago.

We think of You every day,
We think of You when we pray,
You are so special, You're really special,
We think of You every day,

And Your guiding light, it shines on us so bright,
With the setting sun, we know You are the Holy one,
You are the only one we need,

We think of You every day,
We think of You when we pray,
You are so special, You're really special,
We think of You every day,

And on the darkest night, Your star, it still shines bright,
With the rising sun, we know You are the Holy one,
You are the only one we need,

We think of You every day,
We think of You when we pray,
You are so special, You're really special,
We think of You every day,

You are so special, You're really special,
We think of You every day,

We Think Of You Every Day

We Think Of You Every Day (Graham Williams)

A faded tiger
stares green fire
down the vanishing road.
In the back seat
I pretend to be asleep.
We’re coming home from the sea.
I stretch out fully
and open my eyes,
see the top of his head,
a loose hand on the wheel.

There is rain on the windows.
Moving jewels thread down glass.
He drives and drives.
A lorry overtakes, throws up spray.

He says a word I do not understand.
I reach to the ledge and stroke the tiger.
Its fur is bleached by the Spanish sun,
but now it is a dark shape only,
a comforting rough-softness dearly.

He drives and drives.
‘Are you alright, son?’
I pretend to be asleep.
It’s fun to do that (sometimes).

So black behind us.
So black to the side.
He drives and drives,
and I know in my blood
all three of us are safe.

TASCAM DR-05

catseye

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

A less upbeat track than of late - and a return to some of the sounds I have used on the minilogue XD previously (That Dark Voice...).  Interpret what you want from the title and the tone of it.

Persistent

more relentless optimism

Nicole bv's
Mrs Mills keys

Can't Lose

Have a listen to the new mix for 2024.

Check out our website for more tracks that are not on SC
www.korima.net



Another fab U lous genre bending song by @candyside-arcade.

A pick me up -  https://soundcloud.com/candyside-arcade/institutionalised F U nside

Too clever to seize
You'll never believe
Forever you'll freeze
Broken Bridges

Don't try to stake 
Wise guy, you take 
goodbye, forsake 
BB

You may point to fractured beams
Disjointed manufactured schemes
Those that belong declare their plans
Can anyone repair the span of BB

Just don't police
they'll break the peace
You, won't release
BB

Broken Bridges

Nero The Hero

Here we are again with @RosinDust for a folk piece full of rhythm and passion: a cold windy night, a dive in a remote port of the deep south, a night for daredevils, for temerari...

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

Temerario's - with Rosin Dust

Final version : 
https://on.soundcloud.com/VHF4e

Image : Hermann Steurer (Pixabay)

Composition : Bribinvoile
Accompagnement guitare : Denys Swyfer

Version complète en préparation avec F. a et Denys Swyfer

Inspiré du projet "Est-ce que Paul avait raison ?" (F. Maiaux et Y. Béal du collectif "Un Euro ne fait pas le Printemps")

L'Univers de F. a : https://soundcloud.com/abb019
L'Univers de Denys Swyfer : https://soundcloud.com/denys-swiffer
Le site du collectif Un Euro ne fait pas le Printemps : https://uneuro.org/



Rebirth (version instrumentale, avec Denys Swyfer)

Télécharger

Rebirth (version instrumentale)

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

words and music K. Gennery
image not my own

for Abigail Marjorie Lockhart

Well I dont know why you looked at me that way
Im just an old man with not much going on
Nothing left to give no real reason to live
Yet you fell into my arms

I whispered youre beautiful and you looked at me then smiled
said my worlds a better place with you in it
please stay here with me for a while
Dont go
Stay stay stay

Abby please dont go
Dont you go

The touch of your hand made me understand
that theres life in the old dog yet
Not much I admit but more than I thought
so I thank you so much for the gift

I whispered youre beautiful and you looked
at me in the way that you do
Said youll make a wonderful doctor
if you only just see it on through

Dont go
Stay stay stay stay stay

Abby please dont go
Dont you go
Abby dont go
Please dont go

I love to dream cause
when I close my eyes to dream
the impossible becomes the reallity

life in the old dog yet

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

Indian Dream (with Flute)

Indie Disco

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.
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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

just a model tracked composed for fun and last played, ..😉

Get Arised

Mytown

This song is a love story of sorts, a temptress who is luring in this man with her wild ways, getting him to leave his normal mundane life behind and live with her in the forest of blue. In my mind this had a fairy tale feel to it but with a darker element...  The music I feel works great with the piano and strings, giving it a great atmosphere and really fits in well with the storyline

Cat's Whiskers

the forest of blue (2 Rightly/Aine Parkes)

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

The Missing Limbs Forecast

Pa' Shot The Canary