And this psicho-mania, appeared after the surgery, or it already happened before?

This is like discovering prog all over again. :)

another cleverly crafted work of brilliance!!! love the double octave voice parts, especially the higher one, it really drives the song on! love it!

@theshimmeringlog: heh, I was trying to be positive rather than negative and depressing - someone asked when I was going to write something cheerful - and so this became a drive to rise above and look forward to good things

this song has me on the edge of my seat..haha..buiding and building

Loving your cloud very much - brilliant work. Lots of great grooves in there too : )

Mr. Pea surgeon your music lightens my day. Thank you for all your hard work

An upbeat song about ducks becoming swans. (and yeah I know it says 'Bewick's Swan' but the the clue is in the name 'Mute Swan'.)

Lyrics

Glancing sideways, I see the sun peek, awakening
your face turns to me
when we wake up there will be just enough love to see
the woods, the trees, separately - vehemently.

Rain fell cross hatched
yesterdays end
bicycle lamp, hard to see, reliable friend - alone

keep pedalling, keep pedalling, keep pedalling, keep pedalling

You're peddling
stolen, glances
distribution for the poor.
Them kindly, sidled, breadcrumbs
paddling me, to, the shore.

These aren't the words, these are the pictures
places and faces, the eyes of the storm
These aren't the only ones, these are the lonely
but blaming's the same thing so fill out the forms.

Be you, be you
be the beautiful things you say - light the way.
Be you, be you
be the beautiful things you do
to light the way down to - morrow
hatched as another day's ban
size of the bulb, skin of the cat
perennial plan - alone

keep peddling, keep peddling, keep peddling, keep peddling

You're pedaling
spinning, jennys
manufacturing the cord
them kindly, bated ,bread lines
grappling me, to, the shore

These aren't the words, these are the pictures
places and faces, the eyes of the storm
These aren't the only ones, these are the lonely
but blaming's the same thing so fill out the forms.

Be you, be you
beautiful things you say - to light my heart my way.
Be you, be you
beautiful things you do
to light my way down to 

guitar solo

Glancing sideways, I see the sun peek, awakening
your face turns to me...
when we wake up there will be just enough love to see
the woods, the trees, separately - vehemently.

Rain fell cross hatched
yesterdays end
bicycle lamp, hard to see, reliable friend - HELLO!

keep pedalling, keep pedalling, keep pedalling, keep pedalling

You're peddling
stolen, glances
distribution for the poor.
Them kindly, sidled, breadcrumbs.

© & Ⓟ 2013 Christoper Banks - All Rights Reserved, Copyright, etc etc...

Kindly Sidled Breadcrumbs (Swans Escape Part I)

Neesh




the Cousins / Airtight Studios / Poona

A Book Of Secrets***

how we entertained ourselves thirty five years ago before the advent of tv and other horrors


fa fah distant

When I Feel Dizzy

Scrambled with The Valuable Friends without whom this flight would not have been half as much fun.

@JanineLevinson - Co-Pilot known for flying without instruments, aka "Janners"
@Rick-4-1 - Bomb Aimer and Navigator aka "Mudlark"
@Phil-McWalter - Squadron 'ace' with handlebar moustache, black labrador and large unpaid bar tab in the mess. Plays tambourine badly, aka "Easy"

FLYING A LANCASTER BOMBER

Looking down at the waterfall from the windmill
We can see the land move 
You can see the land move
Yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move

I’m flying a Lancaster bomber 
Down the spiral stairs of your heart
Trying to get out before the lights touch
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Oh yeah we all move

I don’t wanna hear you go
Please don’t slam the door
You have taken me apart
Just like you did your car
I can’t help but look around
Whenever I get that perfume
I think that I have lost control
Just like our Saturdays

I’m flying a Lancaster bomber 
Down the spiral stairs of your heart
Trying to get out before the lights touch
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Looking down at the waterfall from the windmill
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
You can see the land move 
You can see the land move
Oh yeah we all move

But I don't want to be the one
To take off and fly alone
And what of my precious heart?
Will you be looking around
When I can't see the ground?
Or lost in my perfume
While I just float away?
As if it's Saturday...

Just like our Saturdays

Looking down at the waterfall from the windmill
We can see the land move 
You can see the land move
Yeah we all move

I don’t wanna hear you go
Please don’t slam the door
You have taken me apart
Just like you did your car
I can’t help but look around
Whenever I get that perfume
I think that I have lost control
Just like our Saturdays

Please don’t slam the door
I’m flying a Lancaster bomber 
Down the spiral stairs of your heart
Please don’t slam the door
Trying to get out before the lights touch
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
I’m flying a Lancaster bomber 
Down the spiral stairs of your heart
Please don’t slam the door

©Phil McWalter & Janine Levinson May 2022

Flying A Lancaster Bomber

much thanks Bill Withers
we know precisely what you mean 



fa fah Cousins / Airtight etc

Ain't No Sunshine

Co-written with son Rafe (Age 4). Title chosen by him also.

Spinning Lights

RIP Terry Hall.

I like this song very much. It was written by Jane Wiedlin of the Go-Gos and Hall, apparently following a brief affair, though I didn’t know any of this until reading about it recently after the sad news of Terry Hall’s death in December. I have never before inflicted a cover on the world and if my attempt here works at all I think it’s a demonstration of how a really good pop song can survive a minimal arrangement and a dodgy vocal.

I may end up having to take it down :/ but there are other covers of this on SC already – so something something Mechanical Licencing Collective something something something. Maybe.

Many many thanks to Jonathan Beckenstein for his encouragement.
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Produced performed recorded & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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Original image (detail) Michael Fenton https://unsplash.com/@michaelrfenton

Our Lips Are Sealed - Cover

Began as an exercise but I think it's worked out reasonably OK (represents progress for me anyway). It's quite long (sorry) - I tried to shorten it but couldn't really. Also tagging as classical may be pushing it a bit but is probably closest - or maybe should be soundtrack? Don't know.

Many thanks to Jonathan Beckenstein for his encouragement with this track.
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Produced arranged composed & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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Original image (detail) Kristine Cinate https://unsplash.com/@kristine_cinate

In Sight Of Spring - Instrumental

Beckenstein: guitar parts, musical composition and mixing @jonathan_beckenstein
Wheelwright: other instrumental parts, musical composition, vocal, vocal melody and lyrics

Fictive Sisters https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com is a transatlantic online collaboration between Wheelwright and Jonathan Beckenstein. Notes for the Fictive Sisters curious appear after the lyrics below.
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Man running from burning building
He says why does everyone, everyone have to be on a journey
What if I don't want, I don't want to be on a journey

And you can fight the flames
Try to salvage what remains and tell yourself you're someone good
But there's a part of us that's wild
Doesn't want to be rewired to live in tidy neighbourhoods

Man running from burning building
He says why does everything, everything have to be for a reason
What if I don't want, I don't want to know if there's a reason
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Image credit: Unseen Histories unsplash.com/@unseenhistories
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The ongoing online collaboration between Jonathan Beckenstein and Michael Wheelwright has been named Fictive Sisters.

Fictive Sisters does not have an SC page and so all tracks will remain exactly where they are on SC. This is also the plan as/if/when we ship new ones, and all Fictive Sisters tracks will of course continue to be free to stream on SC - so no change on SC at all really.

We have though setup on bandcamp https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com and corralled a selection of past and present tracks into Immaculate Distraction, an album-type-thing, so anyone who wants a download (of a single track or the whole lot) can now obtain the original files for a modest consideration.

bandcamp

Wild (with Jonathan Beckenstein) (Fictive Sisters)

This was three years in the making - finally finished March 1, 2016! (yay Super Tuesday! haha)

The Beatles Anthology first aired when I was 9 years old, so this song has lived in my heart for 2/3rds of my life. It was a pleasure to have a go at it, especially with my dear musical friend!

Follow @lil-and-dan for more fun, horn-y Beatle covers!

Free as a Bird (with @Digtlartst)

Alpina Lane - with Lyrics

Peasurgeon likes to build guitars and write semi-intelligent songs with heart fed electrical instruments, microprocessors and wire.

Musical style: Post-genre (probably)

Is genre creation really just a hobby for obsessive compulsive types?

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