Name: The Reconstruction by Featherstone Massacre
Duration: 3 min 37 s
Description: i rushed the previous version and was so inspired by some of the black metal vocals from some of the bands i have found on soundcloud i wanted to try it, I took the original track and fed it through white noise. I picked out some of the more acceptable phrases i heard in the mix. lots of weird stuff when you listen to white noise wont be doing that again soon haha hope you enjoy this

Thanks really appreciate the kind words form a fellow music maker 👍

Love the aggression sounds like it’s being reconstructed in real time haha sounds great man

Powerful,Brutal😊 💯🔥🔥🔥👍🤘🏻🤘🏻

Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Perfidiae

Signs

i rushed the previous version and was so inspired by some of the black metal vocals from some of the bands i have found on soundcloud i wanted to try it, I took the original track and fed it through white noise. I picked out some of the more acceptable phrases i heard in the mix. lots of weird stuff when you listen to white noise wont be doing that again soon haha hope you enjoy this

The Reconstruction

A celebration of the Ostara, aka the Spring Equinox, the first in a series of eight pieces to celebrate the eight Druidic festivals of the Windmill of the Year, more about which here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2024/02/01/the-windmill-of-the-year/

By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (@api_zz)


Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut.
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, February 2024 

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024

Words:

Fire serpents and dragons are stirring 
Deep down in the hard, cold iron of Earth. 

Slithering land wights are waking, 
And wriggling and stretching, 
Woken from their sleep by the return 
Of the song of the Sun, 
Its melody singing all dreamers awake,
To light the cauldrons and fasts to break. 

Lady Slipper yawns and opens her petals 
To a bold west wind ruffling her labellum.
Thunderclouds above ominously threaten. 

An ash in full livery, its leaves right on time,  
Stands next to the winter-nude of an oak. 
So the old wives mutter in iambic rhyme,
“Ash before oak, we’re in for a soak.” 

Great Spotted Woodpecker drills Mars’s drum 
In a military tattoo, to marshall the bugs,
The soldier beetles and bark-gnawing weevils, 

Now Luna turns russet red in Earth’s umbra, 
A covenant of balmier days without number. 

Wyrm moon, Cold moon, Sap Moon
Pulling on the tides, rising 
And not just in the flooded rhynes, but 
Coursing up the loins of men too, 
Their reveries of love fine-tuned 
To Jack in the Green’s reciting 
To the tremolo thrill of Pan’s piping

Labyrinth Spider stands guard on the dell, 
While Salamanders ring the bluebells 
To peal out harsh winter’s fare-thee-well. 

Pixie-cup lichen arrives in the Vale, 
And elves riding turkeys with blue ruffled tails
Then ... Amanita Muscaria sings her aria, 
And Cuckoo tells us Spring is finally here.

Ostara

Mid tempo pop rock song written, arranged and played by John Hardman.
Original Recording at The Mews Studio Sunningdale. Remaster 2024 by John Hardman at Rockbarn Studios.
Vocals & guitars - JH
(c)(p) 2024 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories.

My World remastered

Help!

Introduction in English

Sometimes I have to smile a little when I think about the fact that John Lennon was only 24 years old when he wrote these lyrics. 
He certainly didn't know about the cries for help that come with ageing from 60 plus. The experience of gradual physical decline and the increasing dependence on the support of other people. The gradual loss of autonomy, which is so important for one's own dignity. And the subliminal threat of retirement and nursing homes approaching, which then temporarily pulls you out of your increasing mental derangement by singing old Beatles songs.
But apart from that, he certainly already knew a lot about the hardships of being different, of not belonging; the longing to experience something like love in the worldwide recognition and at the same time having to suffocate and drown in this wave of adoration. 
In the pop era of the time, his desperate cry for help was reduced to a tolerable two minutes
I turned it into a leisurely three-minute waltz. And tried to express my increasing need for help in certain areas of life in different ways: shy and fragile, desperate and humble, angry and almost accusatory. 
And towards the end, I find myself in an almost otherworldly limbo in which a part of me comes to peace with the cry for help and finds its own new dignity in it.

Einführung auf Deutsch
Manchmal muß ich ein wenig schmunzeln, wenn ich daran denke, dass John Lennon erst 24 Jahre alt war, als er diesen Songtext schrieb. 
Da wusste er mit Sicherheit noch nichts von den Hilferufen, die mit dem Älterwerden ab 60 plus einhergehen. Die Erfahrung des allmählichen körperlichen Zerfalls und die sich zunehmend anschleichende Angewiesenheit auf die Unterstützung von anderen Menschen. Der allmähliche Verlust von Autonomie, der für die eigene Würde so wichtig ist. Und das unterschwellig drohende Herannahen von Senioren- und Pflegeheimen, die einem dann mit dem Singen von alten Beatles-Songs vorübergehend aus der zunehmenden geistigen Umnachtung herausreißen.
Aber abgesehen davon wußte er sicher schon viel von den Nöten des Andersseins, des nicht dazu gehörens; der Sehnsucht, in der weltweiten Anerkennung so etwas wie Liebe zu erfahren und zugleich in dieser Verehrungswelle geradezu ersticken und ertrinken zu müssen. 
In der damaligen Pop-Zeit wurde sein verzweifelter Hilferuf auf allseits erträgliche gut zwei Minuten eingedampft.
Ich habe daraus einen gut dreiminütigen gemächlichen Walzer gemacht. Und dabei versucht, meine in gewissen Lebensbereichen zunehmende Hilfsbedürftigkeit auf verschiedene Weise auszudrücken: Scheu und zerbrechlich, verzweifelt und demütig, wütend und beinahe anklagend. 
Und zum Ende hin befinde ich mich in einer fast schon jenseitigen Zwischenwelt, in der ein Teil in mir mit dem Hilferuf in Frieden kommt und darin eine eigene neue Würde findet.

Help!

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

another track From Collaboration with Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals and David Wurden music,art,video hope you enjoy https://youtu.be/Ra2RR9uPueY

YOU BRING ME LIFE,(COLLAB)Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals,David Wurden music,art,video

A song about our insignificance in the universe

LYRICS:

Much older now
Repeating history
It holds us down
With uncertain victory
We claim to speak
For our friend and families
We bury deep
In our hearts and our memories

Behold the night!
In the light of a burning moon
A long goodbye
To seasons returning soon
A lover's sigh
On the breath of the morning air
A songbird's cry
In the silence that lingers there

We're just humans
Made of stardust
We're just humans
Made of stardust

Under evening skies
You were making demands
In the shadows where bad guys make their plans
And there was a thought
I was hoping to share
About the meaning of life
But that's not why we were there
You meant for the moon
To maintain your disguise
But the light was a gift
And it opened my eyes
Then I saw what we were
Tiny and small
An illusion of power
Because we're nothing at all
We're nothing at all

Behold the night
It ends too soon
The stars are fading
Into the dawn
The tired moon recedes

We're just humans
Made of stardust
We're just humans
Made of stardust

Humans

Song created & played by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays> all acoustic, slide, distorted lead & rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's> all drum, bass & ambient
The Girl From Wonder created & sings: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studio
Thank Brin, for singing on this song, it was a lot of fun!
Thank you for listening!

Please visit my friend Brin soundcloud.com/user-712848711
Lyrics by Brin:

Tasting the blade of all his mistakes
And I know I should not go
I am following in the path of his sin
And I know I should not follow

Bitter berries on the vine
Bring me back there every time.
Turning words into a road.

Blade is cutting my tongue
Leaving bitter hurt for everyone.
I don’t want this life anymore.
Blade is cutting my tongue
Leaving bitter hurt for everyone.
I don’t want this life anymore.

Learning how to harbor hate
I don’t know what else to say
All my words into arrows.
Blade is cutting my tongue
Leaving bitter hurt for everyone.
I don’t want this life anymore.

Bitter Berries

Bitter Berries, ft. A Girl From Wonder

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all clean & distorted rhythm guitar
Eric created & plays: first distorted lead guitar
Mike created & plays: second distorted lead guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, trumpet & backing vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you, Mike, for putting your awesome lead guitar on here, it was fun!
Thank you for listening!

Please visit my friend "Mike Polcari" @soundcloud.com/mikepolcari

Schecter Shuffle

Schecter Shuffle, ft. Mike Polcari

Fate Road  is the path that God has destined for us to walk and overcome all obstacles to reaching the righteousness of faith
Believing that we are AMEN

https://youtu.be/wuVlIvw2wdg

This Tone is the same as another great composer (Ghosty) but i changed it to Hope

Fate Road

Fate Road - Video In Link

The Featherstone Massacre 1893 the British Army turned their guns on the civilian population. This is music about not taking things for granted they can always get worse. Its Metal and Alternative Rock for people who love distortion and a sing along chorus

The Reconstruction

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