W-Sheep in The Rain

ANARS ! Cauchemar

A coisa ficou feia
Não vai ter espaço
Está tudo caindo encima de você
Dignidade em jogo é mais do que preciso para suportar
Acontece que nada ficou certo

Eu não quero que você me subestime
Você ainda não me conheceu
Só peço uma chance para demonstrar
O que é meu
O que é seu

E agora estão todos, querendo uma resposta
Uma prova concreta ,nada que pareça uma desculpa
Estão todos acreditando

Eu não quero que você me subestime
Você ainda não me conheceu
Só peço uma chance para demonstrar
O que é meu
O que é seu

Vocais, letra e melodia: Gui Pagliari
Guitarras e arranjos: Silvério Simioni
Baixo: Jaime Bones
Bateria: Kassio Todescatt

Uma Chance

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

I fully expect some people to get creeped out and unfollow but when I used to go to church, I’d get creeped out, so this is that, and fair is fair. I'd probably get arrested in the former Unites States. FYI, I'm not really a witch.

Lyrics:

They say kneel, they say pray, then rub my shoulders and look away.
Bitter tales and the air is stale, and every song scrapes like nails.

Fingers grip far too long and voices wail and they call it song.
Speaking in tongues I can’t translate, and threats of fire if I escape.

Eyes are closed when questions burn.  
God is needy, I have learned.  
Every sermon strokes a fear and every smile masks a sneer.

If I stumble I must pay the vengeance dressed in holy gray.
I hear whispers through the walls judging me with ancient laws.

Close your eyes, eyes that pry, I was born in truth but raised in lies.
Try to mould me, I defy, I’m your fear and I will fly.

No one’s born to kneel or pray, they teach us fear to make us pay.
Books are closed when questions burn but we are here, you never learn.

Hands on eyes, eyes that pry, born in truth but raised in lies.
Try to mould me, I defy, I’m your fear and I will fly

Who I love terrifies you
A coven hidden in your pews
Your God’s a myth and you’re a fake
We live beside you, wide awake

We Live

Written by Glenny G ( October 1st 2025 )
Run Another Mile  ( Poem )
One single moment , your out of time
This has to be or you fall behind
And then you find it , you want to be
All of the things that you said to me
You keep on running , Running another mile 
You keep on running , Running another mile

Your full of love , Your full of hate
Laying down when you wait
So divine , inside the jade
You run along and you find your way
And keep on running , running another mile
And keep on running , Running another mile

Your sick of time , Your sick of faith 
Your sick of all the human race
Your hardened heart , Your head in hand
Your hoping for a place to land
SOLO ( Guitar )
You keep on running , Running another mile
You keep on running , Running another mile........

Run Another Mile ( Original with Lyrics )

Another song from my revival  project.  
There was a time when I travelled quite a lot by ferry and on sunny days, I would get carried away by the sparkling sunlight in the water.   In many occasions, I just ended with some new lines (words or notes) in my head.   This composition was one of those which started that way.

Hope you like the song.  Thanks for stopping by.

[CREDITS]
Music / Lyrics / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming – Michael C. Lynn
Guitar Solo – Brent Mason @Band_in_a_Box
Sax Solo – Eric Marienthal @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
Eversince you talked to me that morning					
I find myself growing fonder of you each day					
Unfortunately we do not have too much in common					
And I don't know how to treat you the right way					
					
So disappointed, feel like giving up on you					
But your lovely eyes tell me that's a thing I can't do				
Recalling the countless times	you have let me down				
But nomatter how I know I can still come round					
					
(Chorus)					
Sunlight on the water run sparkling thru my mind					
Makes me realize that things can never be such fine			
Sunlight on the water run sparkling thru my mind					
Brings back the dreams I tried to leave behind				
					
I can't hide the passion I feel inside					
And my intension disclosed before your eyes					
It is true, it is you, I'm thinking of all the time				
But nomatter how, our hearts just never rhymed
				
Sunlight on the water, run sparkling through my mind				
Brings back the dreams I tried to leave behind				
					
But I know the dreams I dream are made of sand				
And it will take a long time to be back on the road again				
					
Repeat chorus

Sunlight on The Water

Azul:  Synths
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master
Michael Kober:  Bass
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Vocals

Original version by Nick Kamen (1962 - 2021). Thanks for your attention!

I promised myself  ft. AZUL

Chapter 251 of 266

Enter the enigmatic world of "TAFFETA," a musical tapestry woven from the threads of consciousness and tragedy. Born from a single night of profound dreaming, this ambitious project embarks on an exploration of the human psyche through the language of instrumental music.

This is a five-year project, comprising of what will eventually end at 266 chapters, each is a standalone piece of sonic artistry, "TAFFETA" unfolds like a novel, with each composition serving as a chapter in a larger narrative. Crafted with meticulous care and creative fervor, every piece is birthed within the span of a week, capturing the essence of inspiration in its purest form.

But "TAFFETA" is more than just a collection of songs; it's a journey of the soul. Set against the backdrop of loss and longing, the project follows the story of a woman who slips into a coma following the untimely death of her husband. Through the evocative power of music, listeners are transported into her world, where emotions ebb and flow like the tides of a restless sea.

Week by week, each chapter of "TAFFETA" unfolds on SoundCloud, inviting audiences to immerse themselves in its haunting beauty. From cinematic compositions to haunting electronic soundscapes, each piece adds a layer to the intricate tapestry of sound, weaving a narrative that transcends the boundaries of language.

As listeners embark on this sonic voyage, they are invited to ponder the mysteries of existence, to confront the depths of sorrow and the resilience of the human spirit. "TAFFETA" is not merely a musical project; it's an experience—a testament to the transformative power of music to touch hearts, stir souls, and awaken the imagination.

If you wish to take a dive into everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums each contain 15 consecutive tracks and are available for free, exclusively on Bandcamp.

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The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
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Taffeta 251

TAFFETA | 251

Pierre and Jean-CLaude Bordetti productions (c) 11/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti.
Thanks to my brother Jean-Claude for this great performance on drums and percussion.
Many thanks to Julie for this magnificent photo of Tanzania.

An ambient instrumental jazz piece inspired by this photo of elephants. These marvelous creatures, so strong, so tranquil, and unfortunately so fragile because of us humans.

Un Jazz instrumental d'ambiance inspiré de cette photo d'éléphants. Ces merveilles créatures si fortes, si tranquilles et malheureusement si fragilisées par les êtres humains que nous sommes.



Quiet strength

Quiet strength (feat Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums)

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms’ fairy tales to the newspapers’ front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven’t mentioned here
to many things I’ve also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

Amanda Palmer read Possibilieties by Wisława Szymborska- instrumental by Moon Dust (bootleg)

I am Musician,explorer, sculptor and painter Petri Kiviniemi from Finland. 


Amanda Palmer read Possibilieties by Wisława Szymborska- instrumental by Moon Dust (bootleg)

MOONDUST