Lyrics

In the darkest hue
With the curtains drawn,
Suddenly my lights flickered,
And I heard her song,
Hey! You in the dark,
In the darkening hue,
This is the banshee,
I’ve come for you. 

I am the banshee
The banshee you know,
You have had your time,
Now It’s time for you to go. 

I know you’re way too cheap
To hitch a ride,
So I’ve personally come,
But I’m too young I cried
I don’t want to go,
But it was too late,
We were already down the road. 

And she picked up those who’d strayed,
And she picked up those who were strong, 
And she picked up those who’d blessed us,
And she picked up those who were wrong.
And she picked up those who had lost their voice,
And taught them how to scream this song. 

I am the banshee
The banshee you know,
You have had your time,
Now It’s time for you to go. 

I am the banshee
The banshee you know,
When the young ones come,
The old’s got to go
If you’ve heard me,
It’s already too late. 

I am the banshee
The banshee you know,
You have had your time,
Now It’s time for you to go. 

And she picked up by those who’d prayed,
And she picked up those who were good, 
And she picked up those who’d confessed,
And she picked anyone she could,
And she picked up those who had lost their voice,
Taught them how to scream this song. 

I am the banshee
The banshee you know,
You have had your time,
Now It’s time for you to go. 


A Banshee is a death-spirit native to Celtic mythology and was regarded either as a type of fairy or a ghost, regardless of origin a Banshee was always seen as an omen of death and her screaming was said to be heard by those destined to die

Mike Krath: Lyrics
Finn Eces: Production, Arrangement, Melody, Vocals, Octave Mandolin, Banjo, Mandolin

Finn Eces - @finn_eces
Mike Krath - @mike-krath

The Banshee Of The Darkest Hue (feat. Finn Eces)

The Long Malaise

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

This is a long one...hope you find the time to listen. Extensive liner notes below to keep your attention.

Logic Pro X: Brooklyn Drums, Thumb Bass (3 lines, one high), Upright Bass
Korg SV-1: Full Tonewheel (Rhodes), Grand Piano 1

For the vocal I mainly started out with what in Logic is called "Warm Vocal" and and also the "Telephone Vocal". There are four vocal tracks in the chorus. The vocal effect at the end is achieved using Stereo Delay with different timing on the left and right channels. 

I spent some time working on  compression in Logic Pro X before mastering in Izotope Ozone. My objective was to get the compression "breathing" with the track. Happy to receive comments on this aspect.  

This started out as a Rhodes jam I called "G Bluesy" and just got longer and longer - I'm a little obsessed with the sound. I wanted to make a hopeful breakup song, giving the feeling of life moving on to a better place. I left many of the jammy elements in resulting in somewhat of a challenge when adding the other instruments as every here and there it goes off meter. For those of you that have heard my previous tracks there is nothing new and innovative here - its just me having fun with my favorite sounds.

As opposed to many other songs this one is in fact mostly autobiographical. When I got divorced back in the 1900s I ended up leaving the joint apartment in 15 min with a suitcase and my Roland Digital Piano (it still works 30 years later). I didn't have anywhere to go and moved from place to place for six months. It actually caused me some problems finding a new job as not having a permanent address didn't inspire a lot of confidence with the potential employers. One of those nights, when in my single bedroom apartment above a bakery, I was watching a VHS (the video rental was 15 meters from the entrance to my building) with Vivienne Leigh, and decided I wanted to live a more comfortable life like in the movie. The result was changing jobs and moving to South America after which I never looked back. I'll let you figure which movie I was watching by yourselves.

IT’S ALL OVER

It’s all over
Yeah
It’s all over

Said my last words
Packed my bag
Took a breath
Took a first deep drag
Closed the door
Sped through the night
No place to crash
No hope in sight

Ohh, I got me, myself and I
Yeah, no-one to care about
Ohh, what I was looking for
Yeah, it’s such a bore

As I think it through
And finally its true
It feels so sad
But it’s pretty fucking far from bad

It’s all over
It’s all over
It’s all over
I’m never going back 
It’s over

It’s all over
Yeah
It’s all over

Early AM 
Another reel repeat
Late night drill
Too much time to chill
Found my dream
With Vivien Leigh
Left all I knew
Sailed across the sea

Good times and bad times
Memories and losses
No regrets, no tears
I’ve left all my fears
All that’s past is gone
All that’s left is straight ahead

It’s all over
It’s all over
It’s all over
I’m never going back 
It’s over
It’s all over
It’s all over
It’s all over
I’m never going back 
It’s over

It's All Over

This one's for all the mamas. My kid has been throwing a lot of fits lately and this is mostly about that. I thought snotty pop/rock really captured that frenzied emotional state best. Between myself, my toddler, and my baby... everybody wants a piece of mama.

I want it, I need it
Give it to me now
I’m about to scream
I’m about to shout
I’m cracking, I’m shaking
I’m breaking up bad
It’s driving me cr azy
It’s driving me mad

I like it, I love it
There’s nothin’ else above it 
I gotta have it all 
Not just a piece of it
I’m begging, I’m pleading 
You got me on my knees
Mama please

I want it so bad
It’s driving me mad
I want it so bad that 
I can’t take it anymore

I’m itching, I’m aching 
I feel it in my bones
I’m Jonesing like a junkie
Come on help me shake this monkey
I’m hungry, I’m starving
I need it right now
Put it in my hands 
Pu-pu-pu-put it in my mouth

Can’t you hear me? Can’t you see me?
Am I getting through to you?
I gotta have it now 
Or I don’t know what I’ll do
I’m dying, I’m dead
You’re such a little tease 
Mama please
 
I want it so bad
It’s driving me mad
I want it so bad that 
I can’t take it anymore

Tic toc, knock knock  
Give the dog a bone
I’m a pipe bomb
I’m about to explode
I’m buggin’, I’m buzzin’
I’m a hurricane of bees
Mama please

I want it so bad
It’s driving me mad
I want it so bad that I can taste it
If I can’t have it I will break it
I want it so bad that I can’t take it anymore

So Bad

AMBROSIA COAST

Driving down the coast road
Looking for Ingrid’s hat
It doesn’t matter if we find the beach or not 
With it raining like that

Checking the important ones
Went out before midnight
I’d like to think we could be either in or out
To hit the waves like that

Oh can we do it?
Oh can we do it tonight?
Oh can we do it?
Can we do it tonight?

They came in in inflatables
But they weren’t looking for Ingrid’s hat
We spent some money dressing up the corpse
No-one had learned a move like that

Checking the important ones
Went out before midnight
I’d like to think we could be either in or out
To hit the waves like that

Oh can we do it?
Can we do it tonight?
Oh can we do it?
Can we do it tonight?

But we don’t wanna see where the birdie goes

Give me emotion (bow-wow-wow)
Lend me the potion (bow-wow-wow)
Rub me in lotion (bow-wow-wow)
Give me the motion (bow-wow-wow)
We need ambrosia
Because it’s cosier
Feed the gods with that bowl 
Feed the gods with that bowl, there...

Driving down the coast road 
Looking for Ingrid’s hat
It doesn’t matter if we find the beach or not 
With it raining like that

Checking the important ones
Went out before midnight
I’d like to think we could be either in or out
To hit the waves like that

Oh can we do it?
But can we do it tonight? (bow-wow-wow)
Oh can we do it?
Can we do it tonight? 
Bow-wow-wow

© Phil McWalter Sept 2019

The Drums @rick-4-1
The Other Stuff @phil-mcwalter

Ingrid's Hat

Ambrosia Coast

Word for Word

Hey you and that guy you glow in neon light 
You and him up town are wrapped up by eyes
But that’s not a language I read
I’m a petri dish that’s growing need
If only he would be swallowed up by the night

And I know what you’re going to say word for word
I been talking up into the sky and no one heard
I’m wanting you and I’m lighting a fire
But the smoke it seems is hurting your eyes
Yeah I know what you’re gonna say word for word

You got most of the answers to all of my poking
There’s a wall of cliches you use to tip up my hoping
And couldn’t just once you smile
Just a twinkle in austere eyes
I know I’m drowning in what I’s once only soaking

And I know what you’re going to say word for word
I been talking up into the sky and no one heard
I’m wanting you and I’m lighting a fire
But the smoke it seems is hurting your eyes
Yeah I know what you’re gonna say word for word

You said it with passive face – Your life is in such a good place

I know what you’re going to say word for word
I know what you’re going to say word for word
I’m wanting you and I’m lighting a fire
But the smoke it seems is hurting your eyes
Yeah I know what you’re gonna say word for word
I been talking up into the sky and no one heard
I’m wanting you and I’m lighting a fire
But the smoke it seems is hurting your eyes
Yeah I know what you’re gonna say word for word

WORD FOR WORD

Everybody has struggles, no one is immune from trials in this life, but God helps us through them if we rely upon Him.

Struggles

© Joe Liberty 2021. All rights reserved.

Let Her Go

Well I was sitting in the lobby of the Commodore hotel 
When in walked a woman I used to know so well 
She was, looking like a million after all these years

As she walked across the room, to the reception desk 
A strange kind of feeling came into my chest 
And all them old memories came rushing in

The times we spent together 
The day that we met 
First time I held her hand I never will forget 
The way she smiled at me for no reason at all 
Still got some old photographs from the time she used to call

Well, last time I saw her she was waving goodbye 
Walking down the road with teardrops in her eyes
All I could do was watch and let her go 
I just let her go

Sometimes I wonder, what it might have been like 
If things had worked out a little differently 
Could we ever’ve  shared this life

Through the years I must admit 
I think about her now and then a little bit
And all them old memories come rushing in

The times we spent together 
The day that we met 
First time I held her hand I never will forget 
The way she smiled at me for no reason at all 
Still got some old photographs from the time she used to call

I was sitting in the lobby of the Commodore hotel 
She turned to leave and you know I, I wished her well 
But all I could do was watch and let her go 
I just let her go 
I just let her go

LetHerGo

An original song about, well, The Forest.  We drive by them almost every day and seldom stop to admire their beauty and think about the importance they play to the well being of our beloved planet.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

No door to enter by, no door to exit from.
Once inside you feel, tranquility taking hold.
Anointing you to the spiritual and the material.
Daring you to let go and dream in peaceful solitude.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

Perhaps a bit indifferent, when you first arrived,
Now in awe of it’s diversity, and its abundance of life.
From the outside we give it, but an indifferent glance.
On the inside we immerse in the sights, sounds and smells.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

Staring up at the sky, to see those towering pines.
Reminds us of our minute place, among living beings.
Afraid and delighted, loneliness and enlightenment
In debt to the forest, for stimulating our minds.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

Sustainer of life, comforter of souls.
In-stiller of wisdom, evoker of feelings.
A world within a world, where life seems to stand still
A sanctuary of sorts, to experience and protect.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

The Forest

Moment One

I didn’t care whose voice it was
I’m captive and a slave
Bright and pure shines her star
Upon that glorified guitar
Until we came to Spenlow’s grave

No pausing on the brink
I was gone
No time to even think
Fallen headlong
From moment one

Enough wrung out of me to drown
A fellow moonstruck clerk
Steeped in a sea of soup and sound
Bite the key to my carpet bag
Distinguish in the dark

Weak infatuation, maudlin mind 
Celestial blue
Saturated through and through
Turn into a room close at hand
The empress of my heart

Many thanks to Steve Pumphrey for playing the guitar solo on this recording.

Moment One

This will be my last SC posting for a while. I'll be focusing on material for a new album.  I'll be on SC here and there, but not posting or listening all that much.  See ya in the spring, or sooner.  Catch me on Twitter in the mean time. :-)  https://twitter.com/conmemoravi

© 1995 Radiohead

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now?
When I need you
Alone on an airplane
Falling asleep against the windowpane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared
That there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking
This slow
My baby's got the bends
Oh, no
We don't have any real friends
No, no, no
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the C.I.A
The tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
To blow me sky-high
Baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would-
I want to live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race
I want to live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race, race, race?
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird, where are you now?
When I need you

The Bends (Radiohead cover, 1995)

Composer/Guitarist/Producer

Songs: We find them unpainted in our hands, throw them up into the air of our imagination, turning them in the colours we see after we close our eyes until they feel just right, and sometimes we catch them perfectly, without blemishing them...

My music is on most platforms for your ease.

Wow!!  417K plays and 4,000+ valued followers and friends on SC alone, that provide lots of wonderfully helpful comments that fuel the next track! Really big thanks to the SC community for listening and providing such brilliant feedback and support. It means so much to myself and my collaborators - huge thanks.

I work in different styles, as the inspiration, dreams or bubonic plagiarism comes! I use Logic Pro X on Mac.
 
I write, produce and play all my own stuff (unless otherwise stated), play vintage Tokai Strats mainly, PRS Torero, Steinberger, Gretsch G2627T, Classical, Fender Dreadnought, Yamaha and Rickenbacker basses, keyboards and sax. I use Native Instrument's Komplete, Omnisphere 2 and my own organic samples.

I mix on Sennheiser HD 280 Pro's and HD 650's (closed and open headphones) when not making a bigger noise through my Mackie studio monitors. I use Focusrite Clarett 2Pre ThunderBolt and Apogee audio interfaces, Neumann & iSK condenser & AKG dynamic mics. 

Hardware: Feb 1978 Marshall JMP 50W Combo, BOO & BOSS stomps

I love collaborating with other musicians and will compose with, play guitar for, produce, arrange, master or even just hum along with other SC musicians. Please ask!

P.S. I am a long standing member of the Performing Rights Society and PPL through my old TV and theatre work as well as my record and publishing deals.