Trophy winning writing, from word one at the top of the story to the last word of the song.  With your place-names, you put this listener smack-dab in the middle of someplace he's never been before.

Excellent writing love the dual guitar melody . Johnny

Great production with enticing lyrics and great delivery

Great song & style, excellent vocals, lyrics and production! 🎤🔥

RIP Gene Wilder

Lyrics:
Come with me and you’ll be
In a world induced by medication
Take a pill, and you’ll kill 
Every bit of your imagination

We’re all just guinea pigs
Huddled in our cage
It may affect you different
Depending on your age

Wander deep into sleep
As your apartment burns to desolation
Shed a tear, drink some beer
When your landlord threatens litigation

You want all the bells and whistles
Glowing lights and amphetamine crystals
Three blind mice, high on ice
See how they run


Special thanks to https://soundcloud.com/famous-forgotten-artists for putting this song on their podcast https://www.mixcloud.com/Fromwhisperstoscreams/session84-beyond-the-clouds-there-are-millions-of-stars-5/

Really Happy for your support!

Singles

Drowsy

Built around a recording of an alarm forming the audio background to a hospital visit. Musings on dementia.

Turbulent word streams, erratic coherence
Urgent meanings frustratingly mislaid
Inner sense to outer muddle [innocence]
Interface to inner struggle [in your face]
Fragmented paranoia, translucent target, floating beyond the grasp of balanced conscience
Unviolated nuance beyond interpretation
Disjointed intelligence, resentful agitation

Agitation

The way I walk.WAV

Here is a new track I wrote and recorded.

The song was written as part of a concept album that I started a year or so ago. I may never actually record the full album but might release the songs over time. The album was going to be about my ancestors living in Newfoundland and the stories i heard over the years.

This one is about the story of how Braggs Island (where my grandfather was born) got its name. I heard the story from my late cousin Sam Feltham. He said there was a small community living on the Island and one tough winter they ran out of supplies and were in a bad way. A man named Bragg and his two sons loaded a boat with supplies and attempted to bring relief to them. In the process and storm developed and the ship sank and Bragg and his sons were drowned. They named the Island after them in honor of the selfless sacrifice they made.

I tried to capture with sound the feeling of sailing on icy seas. Also I wanted to tell the story in an artistic way. Not sure if the song is any good but hope some of you enjoy it.

Eric

Bragg's Island

Written for a new wee being in the world.

Demo recorded at home, with some additional midi overdub.

Beneath Silvery Moon

Time for sleep
My little one
The day's complete
We had so much fun
Now I’ll watch over you
As you sleep beneath silvery moon

Close those eyes
My little one
You make me smile
Little ball of sun
Now I’ll watch over you
As you sleep beneath silvery moon

May all your dreams be sweet
May all your dreams be sweet

Rest that head
My little one
Safe in that bed
‘til tomorrow comes
And I’ll watch over you 
As you sleep beneath silvery
Dream beneath silvery 
Sleep beneath silvery moon
I’ll watch over you
As you sleep beneath silvery moon

© S Barr

Beneath Silvery Moon - Demo

The Age of the Clockwork Men has given way to the Golden Age of Truly Mechanical Man- the Age of Homo Electricus. And the new race of robotic men begin building images of their mechanical gods and to tell fables of the ancient race of giants. 

Admiral Krank and His Mo Sheen.

Thanks due to Commander Fullyard for help with the title.

Uberius, Die Asen Maschine

(In memory of Athena Alexandria Brownfield (9/6/2018-12/25/2022)
Please take care for the little ones in your world.
Imago Dei.

David has created a memorial video honoring Athena's life: www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Z7GZF2BO90

Purple Was Her Favorite Color. David Dunham, guitar

you're wrapped up today, it's 9.10 am and -2 degrees, it's been snowing overnight, some a them's been there since before 6! you walk down familiar streets, almost drag yourself there, feeling empty of emotion and desire, ambivalence consumes your integrity,  running commentary conversations with yourself contain more contradictions and paradoxes than thought itself. Horns tooting as you pick up the pace on Coburg street, nearly there now, must show willing and a pulse of positivity. You see your uncle Derek walking the dog, he's not really your uncle, you're not too sure if that's really a dog, it is a dog though, it's jumping up at you, fuck! it's at eye level, big dog that Derek! You make a bit of small talk about the football, and the dog, there's nothing small about the dog. He doesn't agree with the strike, I should be offended, but I don't give a flying fuck, it's nice to see him, have a bit crak and even getting bulldozed by that beast of a dog didn't seem to bother me. See you then Derek, tell the family I was asking after them. Turns out I would see him on my stroll to the picket line a week later too.

Big turn out today, you're genuinely impressed and start to feel a pang of guilt that you're really not feeling it. Try to fit in, you're more like them than they are themselves, it should be a stroll in the park. You start to make conversations and mooch about a bit, you don't  see anyone that you're desperate to avoid. Gallows humour is gallowing in pride, ready to take a bite out of anyone that doesn't subscribe to their own gallant gallowness. Sharing a thought invigorates your being, you start to reminisce and replay memories of this place and anything within a 2 mile radius. Across the road there was the last place you had a proper conversation with your cousin Pirrie, he wasn't really your cousin, but it was really a conversation; not like in the hospital, that was just the odd grunt here and there, a movement or two. There's Sydney Court, your Aunty Jean lived there since the 60s or 50s?  she wasn't really your Aunty, but it was built, and she was your mams aunty, so that's pretty close. You feel a genuine appreciation for this area and the folk who dwell upon it, you dwell with them, Gateshead town, blood sweat synagogues and thieves. Walking round the picket line, soak it all up, retain it, when you get home wring it out. Group therapy plasters over the cracks, you feel so good that you self diagnose yourself with bi polar. Although time grinded it's heels towards the end, it was worth losing a day's pay, you'd pay more for a therapist, and you'd gotten a good idea for a song.

Sydney Court

my mood is changing like the weather
my spirit rising like the sea
and all the things that I once held and cherished
don't really matter that much to me

as I wander round old Gateshead town
blood sweat synagogues and thieves
I lost my cousin in the Metropole bar
his ankles hanging round his knees

there ain't a single thing
left around here no more
not even a photograph
of Sydney Court

my mind is like a patchwork dreambelt
I'm blowing hot air in then cold
for when did I become the man's 
worst nightmare
never believing what I'm told

and as I'm riding down the Sheriff's Highway
and I watch the old Tyne valley flow
getting lost on the Tuxedo Princes
man it all seemed so long ago

there ain't a single thing left around here no more
not even a photograph of Sydney Court

where did you go
where did you go

recorded at home in my 8 track, thanks for listening, very much appreciated 👍






Sydney Court

It's been a while since I posted my latest track, which in fact dated back to 20 years ago. I've been struggling with several issues, and sadly I haven't had many chances to record any new stuff, these latest months or years. This time I won't say things are going to get better in future, because I'm not so sure they will; still I really hope so.
This piece is about spiritual dawning.

Teth Sin : acoustic guitars, flutes, synthesizers, samplers (piano, Tibetan bells), sound design

Original composition, arrangement, mix, mastering, photo & cover artwork design by Teth Sin

Upside Dawn

Paolo Audino - Ricordati di splendere (Musical audition)

Santi Caballero, Dani Rambla, Alex Ventura, Gabi Martínez y Sergio Párraga

Descarga 6.8

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

Sydney Court

Pa' Shot The Canary

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