Indeed my memory of Sao Paulo is that it is a hot mess with so much to explore and discover. I'm liking your guitar!

Nice!! your voice has a great quality to it--excellent tune:)

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Good wakeup music with my first cup of coffee. ☕️🎸🎶

Nadka B

A Magical Melody (soundtrack of "ALLO")

Holding On

Pas besoin de toiDans la nuit au-delà des rêvesTout s’achèveTes yeux se noient dans les mystèresÀ l’enversDors et n’aie point de remordEn cadenceDes milliers de soleils se balancentEn silenceToute seule je danseEn solitaireDans l’universJe n’ai pas besoin de toiMon attiranceEst sans défenseEt je me perdsDans tes chimèresNon je ne t’appartiens pasNue sous un arc en ciel en feuMystérieuxTu n’oses pas me regarderA tes piedsDors et n’aie point de remord…En silenceToute seule je danseEn solitaireDans l’universJe n’ai pas besoin de toiMon attiranceEst sans défenseEt je me perdsDans tes chimèresNon je ne t’appartiens pas

A LA FRONTIERE

Pas Besoin De Toi

Agony is a song that reflects the experience of living in the metropolis of São Paulo, Brazil. An immense city that offers opportunities while taking away peace. A city that is both chaotic and beautiful at the same time.

Agony

I spend the day, the dark afternoon, inside myself;
My life so secure, filled with my fears;
My apartment, my Garden of April;
My gray day, the girl who left.
I wander every day, with no destination or place;
The Earth is my fate, the pool comes from the sea;
And this strange world;
And this crazy life;
I’m not part of that herd, no!
I’m not just anyone.
Life has left me.
Life has left me, alone.
Life has left me, just dust. My dear.
I spend the day, the dark afternoon, in this civil chaos;
Breathing the filthy air of the city that birthed me;
Waiting for something new to happen and distort;
This so-called reality that surrounds me and makes me fall;
In the depths of society, miserably all the same;
Different from the vultures that inhabit the central highlands;
From all the children of this beloved homeland, gentle mother;
I spend the day, the dark afternoon, in this civil chaos.

Agonia é uma canção decantada da vivência na metrópole de São Paulo, Brasil. Uma cidade imensa, que dá oportunidade e tira a paz. Uma cidade caótica e linda, ao mesmo tempo.

Agonia

Passo o dia, a tarde escura, dentro de mim mesmo;
Minha vida tão segura, dentro em meus medos;
Meu apartamento, meu Jardim de Abril;
Meu dia cinzento, moça que partiu 
Vago todo dia, sem destino ou lugar;
A Terra é minha sina, a piscina vem do mar;
E esse mundo estranho;
E essa vida louca;
Não sou desse rebanho, não!
Não sou gente pouca.
A vida me deixou.
A vida me deixou, só.
A vida me deixou, só o pó. Meu bem.
Passo o dia, a tarde escura, nesse caos civil;
Respirando o ar imundo da cidade, que me pariu;
Esperando algo novo acontecer e distorcer;
Essa tal realidade que me envolve e que me faz descer;
Nos confins da sociedade, miseravelmente toda igual;
Diferente dos abutres que habitam o planalto central;
De todos filhos dessa Pátria Amada, mãe gentil;
Passo o dia a tarde escura nesse caos civil.

Agony (Agonia)

from J.S. Bach's cantata, "Heart and Mouth and Deed and Life" BWV147

Jesu Joy of Man's Desring

Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
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This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

Go-Go Yubari:

The young girl in the schoolgirl uniform is O-Ren's personal bodyguard seventeen year old Go-Go Yubari.  Go-Go maybe young but what she lacks in age, she makes up for in madness.

Dialogue:

The Bride: Go-Go, I know you feel you must protect your mistress, but I beg you, walk away.

Go-Go: Sore o monogoi to iu nodesu ka? Sore yori mo jōzu ni monogoi o suru koto ga dekimasu.

Verse 1:

Yubari, just seventeen, looking for a place to stay,
She's killing time as madness descends, O-Ren Ishii and a guarded display.

Chorus 1:

Shy-girl, you ain't seen nothing yet,
Dead eyes, killing with no regret,
Sad face, looks so innocent,
Yubari by name, from the darkness she's sent.

Middle 16:

Verse 2:

Arrival, the House of Blue Leaves, O-Ren she senses but evil deceives,
Yubari she searches but nothing's found, stay on alert for the triggers of sound.

Chorus 2:

Shy-girl tenses, knows it ain't right,
Dead eyes fixing, intellect bright,
Sad face set, gonna end it all,
Yubari she's ready, and Ishii won't fall.

Verse 3:

A final stand, a nemesis, two girls face each other,
One's a killer, the second a thief, fight to the death cos there ain't no relief.

Chorus 3:

Shy-girl stance, invite her on,
Dead eyes focus, fear is gone,
Sad face shines, life slips away,
Go-Go Yubari, yeah this is your day.

Go-Go Yubari

Promising

This is a little preview of the new album. It will be in the atmosphere of the 80s and, largely thanks to my friends, it will be played live... I've been a bit busy and sick lately, so I apologize to my friends once again for not responding to entries.... best regards...

Friends are coming back for Christmas

Do It now. ( 1993 ) Eddy Mango - Margareta Theorin ( Eddy )

- Picture -
Photographer. Unknown
Art Cover Editor. Shyntwirl
Colorist. Shyntwirl

- Music -
Produccer. Shyntwirl
Programmer. Shyntwirl
Composer. Shyntwirl
Keyboard. Shyntwirl
Bells. Shyntwirl
Reflections. Shyntwirl
Equalizers. Shyntwirl
Synthesizer. Shyntwirl
Reverb & Echo. Shyntwirl
Tones. Shyntwirl
Background. Shyntwirl
Transitions. Shyntwirl

Ambient / Atmosphere / Relaxation / Background / Reverb & Echo / Nature

PROD. Shyntwirl

Shyntwirl - Water Mushroom (PROD. Shyntwirl)

Better No

Cast of Characters:
Stonerjazz-- @user-911083679 -- narration of questions
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur– guitar
mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark—synth effects, synth strings and flute, lyrics, and vocals
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – guitar and production
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar, banjo, slide, sitar, and production
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –electric piano, organ, synth, bass, drums, vocals, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums, percussion, and vocals
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- guitar, bass, madolin, keys, banjo, lap steel, sitar, and vocals
Huge thanks, too, to the other featured musicians to whom we're very grateful to for sharing their music and talents with us this past year. They are the fuel that drives the EC into new musical realms. They include:

CGMANESS-- user-419254289-15129531
TEA R. SEA-- @tea_are_sea
STEVE'S PLANET-- @steve-vervaet
JOHN ANTHONY-- @john-anthony-871225464
ELPIVERSE-- @elpiverse 
SCOTTY (ONE MAN VERITY SHOW)-- @one-man-verity-show 
ROY ROY-- @user-967672349 
MARK FOSELLA-- @mark_f_2019 
FRANS BEELAARD-- @user-936947521 
THE MYSTERIOUS DECIBEL--  @themysteriousdecibel 
DAVID MARCONI-- @david-marconi-917184705 
RON LEWIS--  @ron-lewis-779503933 
JAMES TOBUREN (WITCHES OF THE ALAMO)-
JEFF ROBERTS-- @jeff_roberts

   

Well folks, it's that time of year again. It's time for the Eclectic Collective to take stock of the fruits of the year previous, and reflect on what making music together means to all of us. We hope you all take a chunk of time and indulge in our gift to you. We wanted to address every one of our SoundCloud friends with our voices as an intimate way to connect with each of you.
  This has become a tradition within the EC now that we've made it to our second (and a half) year of making music together. For the second time, JJ asked our friend and sometimes collaborator Jeff (Stonerjazz) to ask some interview questions of us. Then, we all came up with the answers and sent them to JJ to assemble the project.
  This mighty music machine we've created, that manages to release a new song every Friday, wouldn't mean anything if no one was listening to us. Which is why we want to extend our very sincere thanks to you for tuning in and supporting our efforts. If one other person gets joy from our music, that's such a huge accomplishment. However, it really feels like a bunch of people whom we really respect are digging what we're doing, which feels truly humbling and fulfilling. 
  With that, we hope you enjoy hearing us voice our thoughts over the highlights of our musical year as much as we enjoyed a year rich in music and comradery. Happy New Year!
 Here's a breakdown of the time stamps for each of our individual questions and answers, in case you want to skip ahead or want to hear someone more than once. 
1:28 TEZ Q1
2:20 TEZ Q2
2:37 TEZ Q3 
4:42 KEN Q1 

13:04 MARK Q1
18:42 STEPHEN Q1 
23:21 JOSH Q1
27:36  ARTUR Q1  
32:00 J.J. Q1

The 2024 Eclectic Collective Rockumentary

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

There we were waiting
As it always seems to be
The evening closing in around us
Distance as far as the eye could see
We held each other tightly
A warning to the insinuating cold
That this here between us
Will become a storied tale of old

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

The snowflakes did their dance
In ringlets and spirals they fell
Forming upon every surface
A cocoon preserving yesterday well
But today was a new day
That projects what lay ahead
So hand slides into hand
And head leans against head

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

It's the burden for time now
To pose its weary questions and try to dispel
Like every union ever made
That had risen before they fell
But make no mistake for this is a special one
Poised and ready to take its stand
To assign itself victorious
And tread the hourglass of sand

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

We took that arduous journey
That's claimed many a pair
We emerge in the wake of every discord
Undisturbed by avarice or lack of care
The morning sun shines brightly
As the trees stretched to meet the day
We smile as we whisper in each other's ear
The only words we've ever needed to say

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree
____
JS

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

ronnie's heart situation [prod.neverforever]

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The man who sold the world. YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLEaJAo9vVf60TYKOAhXahWnbkWi3RvvFs&si=NKf5MUNhsyGqH4Yp

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