the strings add another dimension here :)

Fantastic Peter! You are going from strength to strength my friend. Love it ❤️🔥

Wonderfully evocative to listen to Peter. And here I thought I just might follow her up into the clouds to share a glass of wine. Where mortals dare go. Another tale I suspect.

my entry for the spc xix!!! mine got 20th!!! yippie!!!!!!!
link here: https://samplepackcontest.bandcamp.com/album/sample-pack-contest-xix

biting the skin off my fingertips (SPC19)

"This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth."

bridgemen

1. A man walks down a road
On his way to Heaven’s portal
In-between moments of bliss
As does any mortal.

But he longs for Paradise
Heaven or Hell, let it come
Wants the supreme sacrifice
To the beating of a drum.

He doesn’t care that much
Who lives, who dies
But he longs, nay demands
That the veil be torn from his eyes.

2. For that he’ll sacrifice anything
Dignity, position or faith
For that he becomes
As it were, a living wraith.

For that he lives all these years
For all the years to come
A ghost in the body of life
No more than the clicking of a thumb.

No more than a burning bush
Stuck forever in a desert
As long as the flame  remains
He remains ever-present.

3. A man walks down a road
On his way to Heaven’s portal
In-between moments of bliss
As does any mortal.

But he longs for Paradise
Heaven or Hell, let it come
Wants the supreme sacrifice
To the beating of a drum.

He doesn’t care that much
Who lives, who dies
But he longs, nay demands
That the veil be torn from his eyes.


Addiction r1a

My sister owns a knife or two
Kept in a cupboard with the shoes
She likes to juggle in the air
One flew off, we know not where.

One flew up into the sky
Zipped right past my sister’s eye
Stuck in the ceiling by the door
Not sure if it’s there anymore.

Late at night, while we’re asleep
The knives all scattered in a heap
She sits there in a rocking chair
Slowly combing out her hair.

Whistling slowly through her teeth
Tapping tunes out with her feet
No doubt dreaming about knives
My sister is so very wise.

My sister owns a knife or two
Whistling an ancient tune
She likes to juggle in the air
Sometimes the knives just disappear.

She sits there in a rocking chair
Likes to juggle in the air
The knives all scattered in a heap
Late at night, while we’re asleep.

My sister owns a knife or two
Kept in a cupboard with the shoes
She likes to juggle in the air
One flew off, we know not where.

Late at night, while we’re asleep
The knives all scattered in a heap
She sits there in a rocking chair
Slowly combing out her hair.

Sister Alia of the knife r1a

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There's a lady that sleeps
A lady that knows
A lady that waits
For the tides that flow.

She waits in a field
She waits by the sea
She waits for the ships
So tall and so free.

She waits in the shadows
She waits for the crow
She waits in the barrows
With her sisters below.

She waits for a message
She waits for a flight
She's a mother of mercy
At the dimming of light.

She arrives in the morning
In early afternoon
She arrives with an answer
That none can undo.

There’s a lady that waits
For me and for you
She waits silent
Amidst morning dew.

There's a lady that sleeps
A lady that knows
A lady that waits
With her sisters below.

She waits in a field
She waits by the sea
She waits for the ships
So tall and so free.

There’s a lady that waits
Amidst morning dew
She waits silent
For me and for you.


Lady that waits r6

Susannah climbs stairs late at night
To a tower top, out of sight
In a rolling tide of swirling cloud
Mist, fog, and the odd hell-hound.

Susannah lives on the earth by day
As outlined in an endless play
Written in part to keep her sane
A mortal in the land of the crane.

In the evening, she abandons that script
Climbs endless stairs, pained by one hip
Gets to the door, it opens and shuts
Lies down on a comfortable couch.

At night, Susannah looks out at stars
Rainbows round the moon, floating cars
Fairies hovering enroute to her room
Flying horses, a witch on a broom.

Susannah’s earth life goes on and on
And one day, when it’s all gone
She’ll climb those stairs just one more time
Close the door, and drink the wine.

Susannah’s earth life goes on and on
And one day, when it’s all gone
She’ll climb those stairs just one more time
Close the door, and drink the wine.


Susannah r1

TB-remix

PRODUCED & ENGINEERED BY SNACKINTOSH86

SAMPLES:
very cool tutorials - Trap Royalty

LYRICS:

why you tweakin' 'bout that shit?
you won't catch me trippin' with that patek on my wrist
bitches can't embody this
esoteric wisdom on my body on my fit
why you tweakin' 'bout that shit?
you won't catch me trippin' with that patek on my wrist
bitches can't embody this
esoteric wisdom on my body on my fit

whole squad and we chillin' in the codecave
whole squad gettin' lit like some propane
and these bitches think i'm wrong but i ain't throwin' shade
feel like mj in this shit i always rock the stage
and she wanna be my trap queen
and i could be your trap king
i'm with bro we smokin' methylamine
it'll be a duet let my choppa sing

i'm a changed man
makin' change man
remember young me swingin' on the swang man
came a long way from doxbin and james bandz
you ever been so hungry that you couldn't sleep the same man
everywhere i step they know the fuckin' name
my lyrics touch the world like lil baby to a chain
i had to make some hits so i could i prove myself today
and if there's one thing for certain, never switch up for the fame
1738
1738

SNACKINTOSH86 - 00 00 17 38 My Tribute To Fetty Wap

coffee

1. I stood in the foyer
Of the Hopeman hotel
Gazed out at the entry
Past a stairwell.

Gazed up at the ceiling
Covered in stars
Gazed down at the floor
Its black vertical bars.

Soft music was playing
from the old wicked east
Exotic dancers
At an exotic feast.

2. I stood in the foyer
Of the Hopeman hotel
Guests coming and going
Rajahs and swells.

Some in chairs
Some at the bar
Drinking and talking
Hookahs and cigars.

Dim lights flickering
The evening wore on
Crowd wearing away
Sensing coming of dawn.

3. I stood in the foyer
Of the Hopeman hotel
Blinked momentarily
The splendour was gone.

Dusty cracked windows
Concierge looked sour
Somewhere a siren
Howled hour by hour.

I stood in the foyer
Of the Hopeman hotel
Gazed out at the entry
I remember it so well.


The Hopeman hotel r1

Writer of prose and poetry since mid-1960s. Given an acoustic guitar in 1978 by long-suffering sister. Many songs produced that way. More recently, guitar skills all but faded, using GarageBand and Logic Pro to put words to music.
ps. The Bandcamp songs should be free to download. Please let me know if they're not.

Susannah r1

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