Well done Phil, it's alway worth doing something a bit different.

Evocative of other times, it has a truly charming melody.

This is just beautiful! A pleasure! 😃👏👏

i expect Ian Anderson to start singing at any moment

Happy Anniversary to my One and Only Love <3 <3  

I would like to thank Alan Hamilton @almal-4: for his generosity in mastering this track for me and answering all my Cubase questions!  Sincere thanks to you, Alan.  If you have not discovered Alan's superb jazz fusion let me encourage you to visit his profile and start listening.

"I'm Getting Sentimental Over You" is a 1932 song first released by the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra.  It is one of my all time favorites to play.  It seems to be a perfect template for all manner of styles.

Gettin' Sentimental Over You

I released The Knight Errant a few years ago, and have thought about doing a remix of the tune ever since. I guess this is more like a rearrangement.  The original was in 6/8 The return is 4/4 and has a more electronic, and dare I say it, dance vibe!

Return of the Knight Errant

My anti-AI rant song ... I wrote this shortly after a friend of mine proudly told me how she'd created a song using AI which she had fed a sample of her voice. This gal doesn't sing. She sent me the YouTube link to the song and obviously wanted my feedback.

That artificiale
You call a song
Bit and bytes pretending
That thing made by machine so perfectly
Much more than your bidding
I won't buy it
Just because you can.

Just because we can
Don't mean that we should
Just let's dig all the way down
Those things can't eat
Need no sleep
Have no cares at all

Don't tell me you're proud
And make a gake fool of ypurself
Things to do your bidding
I hope you made that clear
Take all from the past
For a future rearrange
Let the things make everything
Fake the only name
That's fair

Just because we can
Don't mean that we should
Just let's dig all the way down
Those things can't eat
Need no sleep
Have no cares at all

Digging a grave
For the human made
the work of our hearts
The work of our minds
Digging a grave
For the emanescent
Voices of ourselves

Digging a Grave

Lyrics:

I was king of the world, walked the land so free
Mountains bowed to me, no danger to see
But I felt the winds change, heard the sky break wide
A fireball’s coming, there’s nowhere to hide

The ground shakes beneath my feet
The air's grown stale, yet bittersweet
And I can see the end, it’s written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

I called the comet just a spark
A flicker meant to light the dark
I said that God would let us be
That fire was never meant for me
We crowned the beast and closed one eye
Then dared the world to split the sky
But soon the leopards bare their teeth
And tear the lies from underneath

We carved our thrones from wax and pride
Then struck the sparks we couldn’t hide
Laughed at crows that lined the wires
Mocked the smoke before the fires

The fireball splits the skies
To advertise my lies
are just maggots and flies

Now I see the end 
is written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

First came silence, fear and dread
The world shuddered and mourned the dead
Crows took flight with silver cries
To peck the rot and eat the flies

Then came the dawn, with truth ablaze
Children yelled through smoke and haze
Science grew roots, the wise made rain
And broke the world out from my chain

They scrawled my name on walls of shame
Unmasked the lies that fed my name
My echo burned, my shadow banned
No idols left, no thieving hand

I fed the lies until they screamed
I kiss the storm I make-believed
The old wax throne, just melt and bone
Ground to dust by minds full grown

The fireballs coming
I made it so
Truth is not a democratic show
It is a force of nature though
It doesn’t ask
It only shows

Fireball

What was that man dreaming of, the one who played the saxophone the other night? When he finally wakes up, we’ll ask him – though it’s unlikely he’ll ever reply. And if by any chance he were willing to answer, he might say: "Nothing that I can remember, because nothing ever happens in my dreams."

This is the second in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short, and deliberately inconclusive tracks, assembled by combining new ideas with reworked older material, adding parts and sounds along the way. 

Part 1 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-1-night
Part 3 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-3-noon
Part 4 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-4-late-afternoon
Part 5 here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/in-case-nothing-happens-part-5-night-again

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025) (a partial remake of this: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/johans-aceleration-check-the-description).
Female vocals courtesy of Function Loops.
Ambient and radio sound effects sourced from Pixabay.
Posted on SoundCloud: August 2, 2025.

In case nothing happens - part 2 (dawn)*

(no genAI involved - my voice and VST instruments)
At 55 years old, I am a grandfather and am rediscovering the magic of a newborn baby. When we see this innocence and fragility, we retrieve in each of us that simple but wonderful thing that is humanity.
(traduit plus bas)
---
It's not another morning
Not anymore
So deep inside me
I'm only starting to understand
Like never before
  
When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
My baby I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising  

My love,my son
Born of your ancestors
Now you're the sun, I'm your universe
You'll find me always there

I never knew the silence
Could speak so loud
You breathe, I listen
The world now slows just to hear from you
And time itself bows down

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
Your smile becomes the meaning
And hope  is softly ringing
My baby, you reveal
These beautiful things
That you imagine

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
I'm dreaming
I'm healing
When living is so real
I see the meaning
The world's arising
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Ce n'est pas un matin comme les autres
Plus maintenant
Au plus profond de moi
Je commence seulement à comprendre
Comme jamais auparavant
  
Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
Mon bébé, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Mon amour, mon fils
Né de tes ancêtres
Maintenant, tu es le soleil, je suis ton univers
Tu me trouveras toujours là

Je ne savais pas que le silence
Pouvait parler si fort
Tu respires, j'écoute
Le monde ralentit maintenant juste pour t'entendre
Et le temps lui-même s'incline

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît
 
Quand la vie est si réelle
Ton sourire devient le sens
Et l'espoir  sonne doucement
Mon bébé, tu révèles
Ces belles choses
Que tu imagines

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Quand la vie est si réelle
Je rêve
Je guéris
Quand la vie est si réelle
Je vois le sens
Le monde qui naît

When living is so real

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God of Time & Evolving Science

Evolution

The past, the future? None of this is "present", it is all an illusion. We, or some of us base the present from our past, even being captured by it. Somehow, the future, although it doesn't even exist takes shape on our own thoughts, of what ifs? When in fact the only thing that we know that we don't know is that... the only variable, or variables are that the future is now. the present is erased. Or so we hope? 

for you Meem, my enchanted dream. Always. Yours 


Sir DFALOT :)

unfolding

this is a song I wrote for the Alters, a ragtag bunch of fellow amputees,,,sometimes we put our parts together to make a hole……this is the 2nd take with Don “heavyhand” Jones one of the best one legged drummers on the block……this is as far as we got before we started to get a bit “legless”……good fun though……..
Seems to be a lot of fakery around with just about everything these days,,,but they’ll never be a Rolling Stone,,,,,,,,peace and cheers for listening

Paul St Jack…Bass
Derf Lipskin…Elec Piano, Vox
Lionel Osbourne…Guitar
Jim  Mcgill…Warblin, other guitar




DingDong

ain't no tomorrow without today
yesterday waved, chased it away
now it's been running
through the middle of my mind

standing room only, come take a seat
feeling confused rinse and repeat
scrubbing the skin, and clean it all away

yeah it's there in the morning too
evening and noon
don't pretend you don't see it
it ain't leaving so soon

here's the news, it aint getting better
it's snowing in the Alice, but Don ain't no rolling stone

what will it matter, how will it feel
now that the fake, is the new real
nothing surprises, it's normal to us now

silence is noise, peace is a dream
if you're hearing voices, it's not what it seems
it's just the assistant, talking while you sleep

yeah they're there in the morning too
evening and noon
don't pretend you don't hear them
they ain't going so soon

heres the fake news, it ain't getting better
Harry got a job, but Andy ain't no rolling stone

you felt safe there on your island
where the ocean was so blue
come and going as you pleased
thought none really knew

if you believe it, it must be true
say the liars, speakers of "truth"
the court jester, who's really the king of the fools

and he's there in the morning too
evening and noon
don't pretend you don't see him, he ain't going so soon

heres the news it ain't getting better
the silks get paid and the purse gets fatter now
the uk 35 degrees, the icebergs are melting
but Jeff ain't no rolling stone

DingDong

Our little band has been busy over the summer months working on songs for a fall release.  This is perhaps one of the more spiritually-centered songs we have written and published.  How responsible are we for the evil that has come upon the world, for the resultant suffering it has brought. Peter's beautiful words begin with an act of redemption for mankind, but end with judgement not by God's choice, but man's will. 
The words did not come easily as Peter confesses that his pen "hovered above the last line for several minutes" not wanting to write it, but with a prophet's conviction, knew it must be written. The question is begged by those who will to believe, does the beauty of God's creation also involve justice and judgement, what Luther called "God's alien work"?  
Peter's verse has never been more poignant or Seagull's production more finely crafted. His track note also offers further insight into our thinking on the song and is well worth reading.
Guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, superb Mix & Production, Seagull; @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice - Clara Sorace

Web of Circles

…and place the host upon my tongue
as his grace, the bishop did, when I was young
to set life's path as angels sung
since when I've tracked an arcing line
my cracked heart marinades in altar wine
as webbed circles on repeat define
…
……the mirrored threads within my mind.

…and carbon copies as before
in mobius time reflect the score
while catastrophes gorge today once more
identikits forged on command from yesterday
nothing learned, just press replay
and watch heads in hands as the people pray
…
……for the pendulum to swing the other way

…and certain as the wheeling orbit's path
history founders on future’s aftermath
to sin once more as lucifer belly laughs
run aground we last forget that sacred host
‘neath chancel’s hell he resurrects what aches the most
humanity self-lashed to eternity’s whipping post
…
……by the Father, Son and Holy Ghost

Web of Circles (Seagull, Peter, and David)

Lo-Fi Jazz Beats

Textbook Nights

Composer/Producer blending folk melodies with neoclassical vibes, and cinematic verve, my work is a mix of original compositions and contemporary arrangements of traditional tunes.  I hope you enjoy the music! 

Philleann (pronouced PHILLY-ENN) is a mash up of my name Phil and one of the instruments I play, the Uilleann Pipes.  I also play the Whistle and Accordion.

I'm a Brit now residing in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I'm also a member of Bellow Bridge a traditional celtic folk band.

Return of the Knight Errant

Philleann

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