The empty hours of a lonely day

More music to listen to while zoning out or performing mindless repetitive tasks.

Courage comes through suffering (my fortune cookie told me so)

A song about a guy walking his dog in the early hours and remembering the love of his life. I often see plane trail kisses in the sky and thought it would be fun to write a song around that image.

Contrail Kiss In The Sky

Some random Friday afternoon carolling at the Llewellyn's, with my daughter Awen playing the guitar.

We hope you'll enjoy.
Happy Holidays!

God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen (Awen And Rob Carolling)

“Get Wise, Child”

Dazzled by the shine of each dashing smile
Child, you better wise to the guise of guile
Give your heart to dance to their passing fancies
You're like to end up lonely, bitter, and angry

The world is false
And full of greed
They’ll praise your faults
And deceive your needs

Find yourself a love that esteems and improves you
One whom pairing to will make a marriage of gratitude

Through cold, dark nights
They’ll by your side attend
You’ll hold them dear
And thank God for so good a friend

Fallin’ into cults for that special direction
Double-check your step ‘cause bad thoughts ’re infectious
The world is like to debase with a myriad voices
Listen past their noise cause the most are joyless

The world is false
And full of greed
They’ll praise your faults
And deceive your needs

Find yourself the truth that uplifts and refines you
The one the world can’t shake because it builds true fortitude

Through bleak, long days
It’ll keep from distress
You’ll hold it dear
And thank God for your good sense

The world may sway
In violent madness
But don’t you fear
‘Cause you’ve prepared a strong defense

Get wise, child
The world will joy-ride you
Get wise, child
Don’t let the world decide you

Get wise, child
You need a true friend beside you
Get wise, child
You need the truth to guide you

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Get Wise, Child

Four in the morning big ball rolling
Gotta stay up all night

Wish it was Friday not another Sunday
I'll never get up on time,  oh my! 

Siri set the alarm for me
Remember what we talked about
Siri don't give up on me
Even if you have to shout
You're my best friend

Don't believe everything you hear
Id never write a song without you
Siri let me wipe your tear
Never meant to hurt you

Siri You're my best friend
With me till the end
It's not the end
Oh yeah!

Siri (Lyrics and Vocals by Jess Johnson Music by  Prod Peril)

Bliss

This is the built on a poem by my Grandad Bill Stapleton. He wrote it on the 23rd of October 1969  by request of his Aunt Cora!

Friend of Friendship

A friend is a very special thing
Warm and close and comforting
A golden treasure, rich and rare
Worthy of all our tender care.

A friend must be a friend of a friend
Never possessed or yours to lend
No money can buy or jewels trade
This is how a friendship is made

Will friendship last or will it sever?
The poor are sure the rich are never
With mutual trust and honour paid
This is how a friendship is made

🧓🏼Friend to Friendship

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Memory

Soon is too Soon

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progettosonoro è Marco Mascia, accumulatore seriale (e parallelo) di strumenti musicali e oggetti sonori e (non)musicista. Dal 2007 fa parte (con Manuel Lain) del duo Le Pecorecaramellate che ha all'attivo un Cd (Una botte e via! edito da Sesto Esercizio Records) e ha partecipato (Cagliari, 10 Ottobre 2015, Nuovo Panificio) al Multiversal EXP-OFF. 
Il 1 Maggio 2016, sempre al al Nuovo Panificio, ha partecipato, con la Roaring Pianolas Orchestra, alla perfomance live "pianoltre"