The When I Was Isosolated Soundtrack

I don’t know,(where my home is). Feat. Gernot Baur

This is the legend of the Dutchman's mine.
Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Guitars including: 12 string guitar, steel guitar and electric guitar: Phil Bowen.
Keyboards: Phil Bowen 
Produced and engineered: Phil Bowen 
Lyrics
Lost soul of the dutchman’s mine,
In the desert of intrigue and the dollar sign.
Close to the town of Wickenburg
lies a legend of a man who found the gold mine.
Time blurs the story over many a year,
lives being lost and many a tear.
So here lies the tale of Jacob Waltz
And the legend of the dutchman’s mine.

The story goes that rich gold was found
high up in the mountains of superstition.
Chinese whispers mixed tales unsound
but the legend persists with each expedition

Look no further it’s likely a dream.
Superstition mountain has no gold seam.
Maybe it’s in Bulldog near Goldfield.
It’s just a legend of a gold mine
It’s just a legend of a gold mine. 

Each gold mine is lost in the southern breeze.
It seems gold fever can spread like a virulent disease.
If time stood still for a hundred years,
and they prayed to God for his help divine,
they’d still recall the tale of Jacob Waltz
and the legend of the dutchman’s mine.

The legend of the Dutchman's mine

The legend of the Dutchman's mine.

The Legend Of The Dutchman's Mine

Mon interprétation de cette oeuvre magnifique créée par Marco Lucchi : https://soundcloud.com/marcolucchi/die-ewige-wiederkunft-des-gleichen/comment-1349619334

Merci Marco pour cette invitation.

Orchestral Tools - ARKHIS - 3 Layers : String Ensemble - Quiet Longs, Harp Orchestra - Quiet Longs, Harp Ensemble - Stutter

Die Ewige Wiederkunft Des Gleichen [Marco Lucchi] Mon Interprétation

Would you chop down the forest
would you freeze the bog
would you sell the sun

Recorded  and mixed by Darren Flynn
Drums Steve O'Keeffe (https://www.bluesconfidential.com 
Blues Confidential/The Pale) 
bass guitar Bernard Byrne (The Pale)
Lead vocals. guitar, art Suzanne Ledwith
Information about fairy/ringforts and why I prefer them to a new road.
www.rte.ie/brainstorm/2021/072…ions-rural-ireland/
Halloween link: https://www.rte.ie/brainstorm/2020/1020/1172649-irelands-gate-to-hell-oweynagat-roscommon-otherworld-halloween-folklore/

Change of Address

Money Mad

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.

Lonestar cowboy

Lonestar Cowboy

Glitzernde Gestalten

Music Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FN5Fs14MOPs

Flowers Along The Way

With a tip of the hat to Woody...

A huge thank you from Jude and I to Phil (Philleann) for his transformational contribution to this little song:  magical pro soloist, executive producer, mixing engineer, audio consultant, secret backing track enhancer, technical genius and all round lovely chap.  Check out his music here https://soundcloud.com/philleann.     Thanks Phil!

CloudPainter

Hit the ground crawling, seems a thousand years ago,
Ever since been falling down, no place I called home.
Now the tides of time are rising, waters lapping high,
No sense in compromising when you’ve no need for goodbyes.

Would have made peace with the Lord, if only I could find him,
Never did return my calls, guess he’s time a-bidin’.
So I figured as I’m all alone, and ever so shall be,
Grind my boots down to the bone, walking to my destiny.

But I’ll paint the clouds before I go, 
Though where I’m headed heaven knows,
Never prayed for guidance then, too late for it now.
Bloodshot eyes meet rising sun, 
No surprise I’m moving on,
Oftentimes, two can be a crowd.
Guess I was never bound for glory painting clouds.

At my silhouetted bridge of sighs, pause to catch the river air,
Reflecting on a life slipped by, meet my solitary stare.
So I’ll lay me ‘neath the willows at the babbled brook-side edge,
Mossy rock eternal pillow, sand my final bed.

But I’ll paint the clouds before I go, 
Though where I’m headed heaven knows,
Never prayed for guidance then, too late for it now.
Bloodshot eyes meet rising sun, 
No surprise I’m moving on,
Oftentimes, two can be a crowd.
Guess I was never bound for glory painting clouds.

………

But I’ll paint the clouds before I go, 
Where I’m headed the freight train knows,
Distant crying whistle calling softly to me now.
Drenched eyes fall ‘neath setting sun, 
Final call for moving on,
After all, even one can be a crowd.
Guess I was never bound for glory painting clouds.


Photo by NOAA on Unsplash

CloudPainter Feat. Jude and Philleann

The incantation of a small prayer for the people of Hong Kong, as their tongues are torn out, their ears sealed up and their eyes sewn shut.

When The Middle Kingdom Comes

Turn slowly to the East, All Under Heaven found.
Civilisation’s ancient seat, culture’s origins abound.
Confucian terracotta peace, but put your ear to the ground
Sense the grinding of the teeth, under boots that Mao found.
The Republic of the People, politics' Project Vanity
Bastard child of satan, sired by insanity.
Billionaire communists neatly shun the peasant toil their gold comes from.
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

Butchered in their masses, starved or spirited away.
Cultural Revolution passes back to Great Leap Forward day.
Free speech lying bleedin’ ‘neath the beating of red drums.
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

Taking out the protest man, tank columns in the square.
Ever scratching fair Taiwan, knowing China’s heart is there.
Smothering every voice you can, covid viruses to share.
War on all fronts five-year-planned, to the pacifist’s despair.
The last to offer charity, the first to issue threat.
Pollution choking clarity of third world crippling debt.
See the friendships that she’s workin’ on – why they all have rented guns
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

From the genocide of Uyghurs to the killing fields of war
In Tibets, Vietnams, Koreas, the doctrinal moral whore
Lives and liberties succumb to the broken idealistic thumb,
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

Photo by Joseph Chan on Unsplash

When The Middle Kingdom Comes

Photograph: https://www.yankodesign.com/category/architecture/


Feeling all this anger, feeling all this anger
Taking out on you.  I'm taking it out on me
Starts off as a hive on my skin
Turns into a hill, in my brain
I take a look through my ear
It's turned into a 

Live Studio recording, engineered by Darren Flynn.
Drums Steve O'Keeffe
Bass guitar Bernard Byrne
Lead vocals, BV and rhythm guitar Suzanne Ledwith

Mountain

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan
David O’Bryan on Harmonica

You’re like a fire that shines through the trees, when the westward sun is sweetly setting.  

And you’re the last pink light of the day before Saturday slips away. 

I’m dreaming, dreaming outloud now.  Dreaming I will see you again.  

Every day is beautiful, a beautiful day if I can see your face.  And I know your face, anyplace, even if I can’t see your eyes.  

I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming outloud now.  Dreaming I will see you again.  

You’re the last pink light of the day before Saturday slips away.

Dreaming Outloud

recorded at home on my trusty 8 track

lyrics

bade my final farewell
to all a my favourite friends
give my love to Joanna
should your paths ever cross again
maybe I can write a letter to her someday
but I won't be around this old way again

go tell my next of kin
but please don't mention where I have bin
and tell them all the words I said
well not a single thing I meant
they would only try to
convince me to stay
but I won't be around this old way again

just  trying to get back on my feet
don't pull the rug from underneath
I get everything here that I need
racked right up in front of me
heaven knows I've been a lonely boy before

but I won't be a lonely boy no more

Lonely Boy No More

Anodyne

when I was a teenager, my nanna came to live at our house, she was starting to get quite forgetful and there were some pretty clear signs that she wasn't quite the same person we once knew. After not too long, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Watching that disease play out is a pretty horrific experience, for the person you love and the family and friends around you, and my heart goes out to anybody that's had to live with that experience. 

However...... this song is not my story, it's the story of Tom,  his childhood sweetheart, and love of his life, Lillian.

Tom came to visit his Lil at the nursing home, as often as he could. Not as often as he would like, he would of rather she could of stayed with him, at their home. But since Tom's fall and subsequent broken hip, matters had got taken out of his own hands.

When he visited he would often bring old photographs of him and Lil, In their younger days. Although she wasn't altogether compusmentus these days, the old photos always brung a glint to her eyes, and Tom knew she'd momentarily stabalised the marble's.

He remembered fondly when they rented their first flat together in Gateshead. On Friday nights, they'd look up at the stars, and wonder at these majestic islands in the sky, and drunkenly lay claim to the stars as their own special islands where they would remain together, long after thier bodies had left this land.

When he chatted to her about current events, her eyes just glazed over, oblivious to current affairs and who could blame her, Tom thought. But when Tom mentioned her childhood, it was as if she'd been transported back in time. She could tell you most of her classmates from her grammar school days. Tom thought she'd probably recall Edna Cotterill's vital statistics, or what colour Y fronts Arthur Clonk from 2E wore every second Tuesday of the month, her knowledge seemed so definite and incisive.

He thought back to the time they met, and how lucky he was, to have found such a beauty, he was definitely punching above his weight. When he chatted to her about those times, she smiled, a loving, knowing smile, so elegant, however fleetingly, this brief serenity was bliss!

One Friday night Tom was at the nursing home with his daughter Evelyn. She'd just nipped to see one of the carers as she felt her mother's condition was worsening. At that moment, Lillian shot up out of bed, grabbed Tom's hand and led him to her third floor window. It was a lovely clear, pristine winters night, with a chill in the air, they looked out at the stars together, in awe of their beauty. 

" That's our island" said Lillian, as Tom brushed a tear from his eye. 

look up into the sky 

lyrics

look up into the sky
there's an island there and it's waiting for you

I can see it now, and I hope you see it too

maybe faith can pull you through

so open up you smile
flick through photographs back from when you were a child

you know I love to hear you laughing about those times

sometimes you'd run, sometimes you fight, sometimes you don't care if it's day or night

so open up your door
lead me on a journey I've never been on before, you can be my sea and I can be you're shore (shoulder) to cry

So open up your mind, wind back the clock and take me to the time, when we first met and I held your hand in mine

sometimes we'd run, sometimes we'd fight, sometimes we don't care if it's day or night

I know there's a warning sign
ringing out inside your mind, make the most of your time


I know there's a warning sign
ringing out inside your mind, make the most of your time

look up into the sky there's an island there and it's waiting for you

and me



this was recorded at home on my 8 track

Look Up Into The Sky

..let everything go as it should...


merci à mom oncle pour cette collaboration

The way that we go -  ft Alain Mignot

Dick and I have been on a journey to create Songs of the Sea.  You can find the other songs of the sea here:
https://soundcloud.com/oorlab/sets/songs-of-the-sea

You can find the video here:
https://youtu.be/dRx4Qx4d3wg

I approached Dick about doing a song about the East India Company.  We discussed it for a while before heading off on the journey to create this song.  There is a lot of controversy around this company.  All is not glory and good.  In the end we decided it is like life, you have to take the good with the bad.
 
Here is a synopsis of what Wikipedia says about the East India Company:
The United East Indian Company (Dutch: Vereenigde Oost-Indische Compagnie; VOC), referred to by the English as the Dutch East India Company, was established as a company in 1602.  The Dutch government granted it a 21-year monopoly on Dutch spice trade. It is considered to be the first multinational corporation in the world.  It was the first company to issue stock.   It was a powerful company with quasi-governmental powers.  It could wage war, imprison and execute convicts, negotiate treaties, make its own coins, and establish colonies.

The East India Company  is famous  as the first public shareholder company actually started out as a bunch of adventurers, possibly pirates. The English, Dutch and Portuguese sailed to the east to find America but, while fighting amongst themselves, reached the South East Asian island empire of nowadays Indonesia. There they stumbled upon civilizations that were in many respects more advanced than Europe in the 1500's. But in one aspect the Europeans had maps and instruments to navigate around the globe. The Chinese also had some maps and knowledge of navigation - but they kept it a secret. The Europeans shared more of their knowledge amongst each other. This song describes the journeys of the soldier-merchants of the East India Companies. Coffee, tea, pepper - we owe a lot to these sailors.

To learn more about the East India Company:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_India_Company
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dutch_East_India_Company

Lyrics:  East India Company

Sailing & Searching
across the sea
for spices, slaves and lemontrees.
As long as the wind
is my friend
I can reach that distant land

Across the equator
sooner or later
we all will be working
for the East India Company

I give you one 
If you give me two
make a profit for the crew.
Coconuts for stock & trade
As long as the market is being paid


From Amsterdam to Lissabon,
to Zanzibar and on and on
Fighting and trading
without a care
we'll venture out 
to where we may dare

You can find Dick's music here:
https://soundcloud.com/oorlab



East India Company (with Dick Vestdijk)

01 - NI - Session Guitarist - Picked Acoustic - Tonight
02 - SA - PS - Tubular Bells - Short Soft Sticks
03 - SA - PS - Xylophone - Swarmed Sticks Hot F
04 - SA - OACE - Chamber Grid

Winter Heat

Mastered by A7 Recording Studio

The Doo Doot Song (Throw Your Worries Aside)

Doo-doot, 
Doo-doo doot doot doo doo doo doo etc.

Sunlight, on the rooftops, steppin’ outside
You know you’ll feel right, 
Tell the clouds they shouldn’t have cried,
Your heart is so bright, 
Tell the world all the puddles have dried.
It’s time to celebrate another day 
And throw your worries aside.

Tunes playin’, the singers all swayin’, 
Melodies are in the air,
Fancy dancers are fillin’ up the square.
Dogs pantin’, the kids all chantin’:
“Red Rover come on down!”,
Love’s strollin’ all around the town.

Doo-doot, etc...
                       
Tunes playin’, the singers all swayin’, 
Melodies are in the air,
Fancy dancers are fillin’ up the square.
Dogs pantin’, the kids all chantin’:
“Red Rover come on down!”,
Love’s strollin’ all around the town.

Moonlight, on the rooftops, 
Lookin’ outside, it’s such a fine night, 
Thank the stars for takin’ a ride,
Your soul is so bright, 
Show your fears you’re shinin’ inside.
It’s time to celebrate another day 
And throw your worries aside.
It’s time to celebrate another day
And throw your worries aside.

The Doo Doot Song

the wheel (instrumental)

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

The When I Was Isosolated Soundtrack

Pa' Shot The Canary