Related tracks: Club of Lost souls (collab with Neno)

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When It's Too Late

Neno, is a multi-genre composer, guitarist, keyboard & bass player, and occasionally singer with a warm voicecolor. He has also another project/page, Danen II (covers and support). We worked in the recent past together, resulting in songs expressing deep emotional feeling.

The instrumental "Lost souls" cuts already deep in the heart.. The lyrics i found in the deepest well.

Lost souls

If nothing is your name
And love is just a game
If it’s in  the wrong direction
that you’re looking for connection,

And you reach out for acceptance
And you want to be seen
But no one seem to care and everyone is mean

If you’re longing for attention
And you’re screaming it out
But alone in the desert
No one hears your shout
And you’re talking with the devil
Corse he is the only one 
Who tries to figger out 
what you want

Club of Lost souls -revisited (collab with Neno)

Some new acoustic guitar stuff is under construction, but meanwhile here’s a very different beast, called 'Relentless'. About the relentless assembly line of life.

Relentless

"A Love Like No Other"

Recollections of flowing memories from when you entered my life
Your long black flowing hair & those beckoning eyes that still call me
It was obvious that we were never through which is why I returned
And in this world, who could ever say they knew of romance like this?
A Love Like No Other

Am deeply sorry for the pain I caused from an addiction that destroyed me
You were always the one & I struggled to cope with all I could not say
As time slowly passes by, I know in my heart you will be back in my arms one day
A Love Like No Other, a girl that gave me a reason to smile
A Love Like No Other, the connection of two souls that become one

Shane Beck (The Last American Poet)

1 - A Love Like No Other - Shane Beck

after school
runaways
was just the two of us
babe

leave our homes
leave our friends
see where the highway
ends

flying
trying

you never come around now

ever gone
here to stay
you live inside of me
Maeve

in my dream’s
shadow play
until tomorrow comes
stay

crying
trying

you never come around now

until tomorrow comes
stay
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thanks to Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Wheelwright and Wodwo for patient support and great ideas.

image by Alexander Grey via Unsplash

Evergone

Sometimes our path, or journey as it were, leads us to an edge. Edges of self, life, circumstances, reality, cliffs, you name it… Some edges are dangerous, sharp and jagged, even life threatening. Other edges encourage us to traverse them. Back in the 1970’s, there was this great sand cliff we used to go to, in Northern Europe, where we could run and hurl ourselves off of it and land in the water below. It was exhilarating, as the hang time allowed for contemplation in the moment, during the free fall. It felt like we were flying like the bluebirds in the sky. At the base of the cliff, we hung out by the water. We were mostly unfamiliar with the freedoms we had found there. Harry ran off and intentionally lost his swim trunks on the beach, while chasing after a beautiful woman who herself was sans swimsuit. He was in love with her. She had other ideas. He was drinking heavily, then he passed out, ass up in the sand, under the blazing sun, after making a fool of himself. It was a sad moment all around. By the time we found him, he had a bad sunburn. Poor guy. Could hardly sit down. A bunch of us were camped in the forest, not far from the cliffs. That night, I was sitting by the fire next to a wild-eyed woman and asked her something in another language. She blew smoke in my face and laughed nervously as if taunting a bear. Then she kissed me. We all seemed to be chasing after a freedom that did not exist in this life, at least for us. Some of us would later die trying to find that same freedom. For some strange reason I survived. We were wild back then and maybe always will be. This song contains some of that freedom among other things.

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Have You Ever Been?

Follow That Tuk-tuk!

There was blood...
There was blood on the doorframes 
of the homes that were spared
as the weeping of Egyptian mothers 
was heard through the night. 
Innocents died. 
Mysterious are the ways of the righteous fights.

So strange...
So strange that innocent blood is the price of freedom.
We were told to eat and drink to remember.
And, as I seat at the sacred table, 
I refrain from looking around, searching for the traitor.
It could be me…
It could be me...

Mysterious Are The Ways (based ond Debra Bueskings' "The Sound of Memory" solo piano version)

Cast of Characters:
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, vocals, lyrics, and seed idea 
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– electric guitar, mastering, and seed idea
Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark – organ, all instruments in the break (clavinet, bass, electronic drums), as well as production, editing, and mix
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – 4-string fretless bass 
The Eclectic Collective -- composition

This song began its life when Ken came to us with a series of drum skeletons about half a year ago with the intent of starting several McDonald's themed songs that The Mysterious Decibel was writing for the group. Well MD had some life getting in the way and then decided to pursue another project full time, leaving us with four solid songs, but without vocals. Ken ended up supplying the solid lead vocals and harmonies you hear the whole way through, with original lyrics that he also wrote.
  But before any of that happened, we got this song together. Stephen was first up, coming up with the main guitar riffs that carry the whole way through. Josh responded quickly to the his guitar parts with some matching bass to go along with it. 
  About this time, Mark heard a funky break in there, and so installed every part of it all on his own, including the clavinet, organ, bass, and drums. Although, Ken is also still playing in the break, as well. When we had it pretty well set, Tez came along and added some fiery guitar to go along with Stephen's. 
  Once we had it in the can, we turned it over to Mark for his expert mix. Stephen mastered it for us, too, for the final, winning touch.
  This ended up being a satisfying product of The Eclectic Collective's teamwork. We hope you enjoyed listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original Lyrics by K2 and The Three:

I built my library, by burning it to  the ground
I live my life, through all this singing sound
Can’t remember, what then we should’ve done
It’s up to you, now, you’re the chosen one

Scaling the riverbank
Scaling the riverbank
Scaling the riverbanks
Scaling the riverbanks

Till we reach solid ground
Pit for play dirt(pay dirt)
Muddy water all around
Sift the sandbox
There’s gold in them thar hills
Treasures lying
Skills to pay the bills

Hanging on and on
…. and I, can’t find my way up!

New to you, It’s goo to you
New to you, It’s goo to you
New to you!

Scaling the River Banks
Scale the riverbanks
Scaling the riverbanks till we reach solid ground
Scaling the riverbanks till we reach solid ground

Hanging  on and on
And I can’t find my way up!

Scale the River Banks
Scaling the riverbanks!

Scale the riverbanks!

Scaling The Riverbank (The Eclectic Collective)

Cast of characters:

I have to thank Kenneth at K2 and the Three for contacting me about a collaboration. Without him (and his killer drums & bass) and Tex Mex Shaman (Stephen – fantastic sound on that guitar), I may never have known what one of my songs could sound like with proper playing and production. This collaboration was a lot of fun and a truly humbling experience for me. Thanks guys.

Joseph Shenton: composition, lyrics, vocals, acoustic guitar, lead guitar, harmonica, piano

Tex Mex Shaman( Stephen Watkins): Rhythm and texture guitars, production mix and master

K2 and the Three( Kenneth Karasek): Drums, bass guitar, and shakers

This song began with Ken and Joseph liking each other’s music. Ken invited Joseph to collaborate. He provided such a wonderful song, that maybe sounds better without drums, but we totally dig this version, as well! Ken asked Stephen to add something special, and for a fantastic third party mix down and master! This is the first collaboration with a couple of the Eclectic Collective collaborators.. we hope you all enjoy it!!

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One Twist a’Whisper
Lyrics and Music by Joseph Shenton

Bang the drum
Call the ghosts out
It’s ten to one
N’ we’re under looming doubt

Pull down the shade
Cut the light
We’re one twist a’whisper tonight

The cradle is tilted
Fires breath is getting hot
Pine needles are falling
Your poised to spill all you got

Pull down the shade
Cut the light
We’re one twist a’whisper tonight

Skin on skin
Check to cheek
You pull apart quiet
To become the object seekers seek

Pull down the shade
Cut the light
We’re one twist a’whisper tonight

Jump the line
Cheat the deck
The 'bound to be foolish'
Won’t hesitate for even a sec

Pull down the shade
Cut the light
We’re one twist a’whisper tonight

One Twist a'Whisper

Mood Of Indigo

Preludes for a Luminous Wanderer is a single journey, told in sixteen fragments of light and shadow.

Recorded in complete improvisation.
Each one is a moment caught in motion — a step on an unmarked road where the horizon walks with you.

From the first note in the pale light of dawn,
through silent seas, distant bells, and rain that falls like glass,
to the warmth of a luminous memory and the final drift into feathered light —
this neo-classical piano album is both a map and a mirror.

It is for those who have wandered,
for those who are still wandering,
and for those who have finally found that the wanderer was always themselves.


Prologue

There is no map for this journey.
It begins before the first step —
in the hush before dawn,
when the air itself seems to wait
for something only you can hear.

You carry no luggage,
only the weight of moments
you never thought would matter.
The road before you is not paved,
but made of light and shadow,
of rain that falls upward,
of waves that whisper your name.

And somewhere ahead,
a figure walks, luminous against the horizon —
not a stranger,
but the shape of your own becoming.


The Cycle

1. Prelude in the First Light
In a ray that has yet to touch the earth, the first note awakens.

2. Prelude to the Awakening Shore
The sea opens its eyes, and every breath becomes a wave.

3. Prelude in Wind-Carved Clouds
The wind shapes the sky into forms no one else will see.

4. Prelude for the Wandering Tide
The tide carries away footprints to where the land forgets all names.

5. Prelude in Raindrop Glass
Every drop holds an entire world, inverted and shimmering.

6. Prelude in the Language of Distant Bells
Faint chimes drift across the horizon like fragments of memory.

7. Prelude in Shifting Shadows
Shadows dance with light as two eternal companions.

8. Prelude to the Silent Sea
An ocean where you can drown without fear, without touching the water.

9. Prelude in the Shape of Wind
Invisible hands carve paths no one can follow.

10. Prelude in Broken Ivory
Keys with cracks where stories live.

11. Prelude to the Last Star
A fire in the sky that burns only while someone is watching.

12. Prelude in the Language of Waves
The waves whisper words that cannot be translated.

13. Prelude for the Unreturning Path
A path that leads into the light, leaving no trace behind.

14. Prelude for a Luminous Memory
A memory that warms, even when the world has gone cold.

15. Prelude Beneath the Glass Horizon
The horizon lies under your feet, glimmering like water.

16. Prelude in the Feathered Light
Light drifts like feathers, carrying the weight of silence.


Epilogue

You do not arrive at a place.
You arrive at a self
you did not know you had been searching for.

The luminous figure ahead
turns to face you —
and you see it has your eyes,
your hands,
your voice when you speak in dreams.

The path behind you is already gone,
swallowed by light.
You are both the wanderer and the home.

And the sea,
the wind,
the bells in the distance —
all of them play your name,
until there is no name left,
only music.

Prelude in the Language of Distant Bells

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