Here's a link to my youtube video of this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMOKmxfyDQE

Thanks, Richard :)

On & On

With his fat belly hanging over his belt
He's a lot of fun
He's got flexi jeans and a leather belt
He's the number one
Comb that thining hair 
he's got so much flair
Macho debonair

So take that bunting down
There's no one in town
And I know there's no-one cheering
You called everyone
But no-one's come
They must be hard of hearing

Pack up your dreams and put them away
There's no heaven at the end of this stairway
You never launched that ship on your slipway
You were always waiting for someday

Waiting For Someday

Set back and Let this flow come onto ya ...                                                                        It all began as an impromptu evening visit and morphed into a wonderful evening of musical magic...   
We recorded our Musical Conversations in Tim Elliot's living room with only one middling Microphone an Upright Piano and his Guitar suite, and I'm so glad we did!

Composer/Guitarist @davidjsvensson freely commented, "If the rest of the piece is even close to what the first two minutes were, then this is a masterpiece!!"  

So glad to share the results of this intimate honest and organic Live Jam with you all. I must say that i am looking forward to more such interactions with Tim. And i gotta say, 'Magic is Magic', however much Better one imagines it could have been.  :-D 

May you inJOY 


© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2021
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles& Tim Elliot 2021

Arranged and MiXed by Anomon

Autmmn Leaves photo by Pxfuel

Autumn Jam _ w. Tim Elliot

doing the instrumental of my friend @IPG1 powerful vocal, chill vibe, dope flow... relaxing! 

Lyrics by @IPG1
One word ————legit  started off right relax while I spit  rhymes start flowing without no script  my words don’t slip tongue is hitting like a whip My haters backing off me lickety-split  they never knew what hit them eat them up like chips  I came equipped it’s about to get lit  one more tip whenever they caught on flip the script
Born guilt free breed for survival  down with me or just another rival  adapt to society the family vital protecting the dynasty totally tribal  nothings free hand to Bible A beat a verse or melody moments that inspire me  to set the tracks on fire be routine self discovery  I am the title and the key that’s the way it’s got to be  till pallbearers carry me Enlightened yeah a prodigy constantly and harmony  Words spill like prophecy chance or probability  conceive and imagined this pages full of paper clips  binders full of rap hits solid hip-hop playlist  the hottest on the hot list tricked out tracks that don’t miss  Glad you showed some interest
Recognize the voice and face in the crowd  don’t hide skyline like I’m standing on a cloud  when I say my name I say it loud and proud  hide who I am hell no I boast  face plastered on every track that I post  the host with the most the last outpost  the attitude the approach is can’t do  Doing my best with the cards that I drew to myself and the fam I’m true blue  blessed be the vibe and my a point of view
Eat it up it’s a banquet my music my focus  delicious yeah spank it my passion my purpose  keep up or get vanquished step back don’t get nervous  is turnt up so crank it just scratching the surface  cash money so bank it a product a service
inspiring greatness go ahead embrace this keep it 100 nothing here has been wasted  slam dunking Haters Victories have been tasted  don’t get it twisted techniques unlisted  armed to the teeth my flow double fisted Who would have thought another level existed  still underground but spiritually lifted  not conflicted keep up don’t miss this versus been scripted  revised and transmitted staying unrestricted  although I’m addicted to the sound —sounds so wicked
Everyone knows the name people don’t act the same  guessing that’s the cost of fame simply surviving the game  but my aim is still the same now you can feel the flames  light it up heat it up that’s the reason that I came  drop a little off the top fresh like a barbershop Every day nonstop reclassified hip-hop —— now it’s gone mainstream the American dream  different flows different techniques different rhyme schemes  you either got it or you don’t —you got it on your dome  streaming through your headphones from your iPhone It’s so well-known I’m always in the zone  Just leave me alone audiophile syndrome  listening to my music it’s so therapeutic  I played in public tight beats on the streets —ill sounds in the jeep  at night when I go to bed I dream it while I sleep  don’t ask me to stop it—-dammit I admit it  it’s more than a habit - I’m addicted to music  guess that’s why I love it

Save The Nature!

The New Direction Now - IPG1 (prod. Assá)

Little Red Harmonica
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Many years ago,
When one of our sons was born,
The doctor told us your boy is very sick,
He’d live three to four years at most,
And when he turned five, we were so happy,
Maybe there was a chance after all,
And on that birthday I gave him a little red harmonica,
You may be weak, I told him, not able to do much but lie around, but with this you can play anywhere you are. 
Now go ahead, make something of yourself. 
Let’s hear some sweet music. 
And he smiled and took the little red harmonica in his hands. 
I’m gonna learn how to play this, daddy,
I’m gonna learn how to make a heavenly sound. 
I laughed. I bet you will, son. I bet you will. 

And for the next year,
He played the best he could,
Here and there, to anyone who’d listen,
To his brothers and sisters, to the neighbors, the cats, the dogs, even the pigs.
He loved that harmonica,
It never left his little hand all day, 
Not even to eat (to an extent)
And he had it with him by his side until he went to bed,
But on his sixth birthday, the music stopped. And we had to take him to the hospital. 
And there he begged me in a weak voice, daddy, please don’t let them take away my harmonica. I want to practice, I want to keep practicing. If I’m gonna die and be buried, don’t let me buried without it. 
And I promised. 
And when his 6-year-old body was lying in the coffin, the little red harmonica lay in his hands. 

Now the years have passed,
And we’ve moved on with our lives,
And I try not to think too much of my son,
But from time to time 
I have someone from our old town
Tell me that when they visited the graveyard. 
They swore they could hear a muffled sound
Of someone practicing a harmonica. 
And I start to think again of my little boy.  
I start to think of him day and night. 

In the great redemption story,
I know I’ll see him again,
I know I’ll see him and we’ll be standing side by side. 
And in my mind I see him with his little red harmonica,
And him saying,
You want to see me play it, daddy, you wanna?
And I say, of course, Let’s hear what you’ve learned all these many years. 

And I see him lift it and play a heavenly sound,
A sound that lights up my heart,
And I can’t believe it,
And I grab and squeeze him tight,
What joy is this? What joy are you giving?
And he laughs. 
Do you like it, daddy, do you?
Do I like it? I love it!
And I hug him again,
And then weep on his shoulder,
I’ve missed him so much. 
And I hear him say, don’t cry, daddy, this is heaven now. There are no tears. 
I know. But I’m crying tears of joy. 
And I hug him like I’ve never hugged him before. 
I hug my little boy with his little red harmonica like I’ve never have before.


Set-Up:
DAW: Reason 12

Analog Instrument:
C-Harmonica

Keyboard Instruments:
Folk Fiddle - Keyswitch - Insanity Samples
Appassionata Strings - Spitfire
Hanz Zimmer Strings - Spitfire
Voices - Barbary Solo Glide AH TF - Soundpaint
Solo Boy Legacy and Legato Sections - VOXOS
Originals - Felt Piano - Spitfire

Little Red Harmonica

I can string a lot of words together, plot the chords upon the measure,
Play them back to your great pleasure while you sing along. 
I can choose these words to make ‘em rhyme, spit ‘em out infour/four time,
But I could never, ever write a song. 
I can write some lyrics that won’t bore us, maybe even add a chorus,
Dub in harmony so glorious, play it loud and long.
I can play the bass to give it bottom, play the notes, and even dot ‘em.
But I could never, ever write a song. 

You keep saying it’s beyond your power.
Can’t never could, and never will.  
What if I told you that you can be anything you want? 
So, don’t focus on the things you can’t do, just the ones your really want to,
And I think it might surprise you what  you can get done.
Find someone who shares your passion, make a plan, put it in action. 
Now the revolution has begun. 

I am tall enough to reach the pedal, have my license and the title.
Keys are in my pocket, but I’d never drive a car.
I’m afraid, you see, of where I might go, I might drive too fast or too slow.
Never know, I might go way too far. 
I hope you see the point I’m making, I don’t think I am mistaken.
If we’re only waking up, you know we have a chance.
But unless we get our act together, we are in for stormy weather.
We need lots of partners for this dance. 

You keep saying it’s beyond your power.
Can’t never could, and never will.  
What if I told you that you can be anything you want? 
So, if you agree, get on the boat, button up your overcoat.
Exercise your right to vote, together we can’t fail.
I sure hope you will remember, come first Tuesday in November, 
Is the day this boat of ours is set to sail
Doncha know, what’s going on’s beyond the pale.
Unless, of course, you like the Handmaid’s Tale. 


I Could Never Write a Song

VERSE 1
Watching a podcast while eating breakfast
Wasting my time
Carrying water why do I bother
Tasting the wine

Candy from strangers always in danger
Cars everywhere
Carrier pigeons failing their missions
Taking the stairs

PRECHORUS
Dry your eyes cloudy skies
Throw your pies at the sun

CHORUS
I’ve been crossing the street looking for my old friend
I’ve been cruising through town until all the roads end
I’ve been searching for gold because fools don’t pretend
I’ve been dreaming of something else

VERSE 2
Preaching to pastors slowing down faster
Breaking the bank
Trapped in a bottle feelings are coddled
Let us give thanks

Tearing up letters what crazy weather
Taking a spin
Got many questions fewer impressions 
Hope my team wins

PRECHORUS
Dry your eyes cloudy skies
Throw your pies at the sun

CHORUS
I’ve been crossing the street looking for my old friend
I’ve been cruising through town until all the roads end
I’ve been searching for gold because fools don’t pretend
I’ve been dreaming of something else

Throw Your Pies At The Sun

On My Own (alternate version) (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven Tetzloff
image from Pinterest
music by Suno AI

On My Own (Steven T)

I don’t think that I like
Living on my own
I know that you’ll say
Please leave me alone

I just can’t take another second
Think I’ll just explode
You’re too many miles away
You keep on moving down that road

I’m on my own
I’m on my own

I’ll follow you there
If it takes till the end of time
I can’t forget your stare
Said I was gonna make you mine

We made a fine pair
One like I don’t know I’ll ever find
You vanished into thin air
Since then I’ve been going out of my mind

I’m on my own
I’m on my own

On My Own (alternate version) (Steven T)

Ah,the times were good
We had a ball
We didn't make much money
Sometimes none at all

We played our songs
Believed the part
All that we played and sang
Came from the heart

Remember when the fire burned bright
Playing those songs every night

Ah time moves fast
But we move slow
Nothing ever lasts
We weren't to know

Burned out and faded
The passion gone
Going through the motions
For every well known song

Remember when the fire burned bright
Playing those songs every night

Remember when the fire burned bright
Playing those songs every night

No Principles-The Storyteller

This track is included in my new collaborative album HIGHFLUX: ariad.bandcamp.com/album/highflux I collaborated with my amazing friend @primaloop. I hope you will like the result as we do.  The full album contains a bonus track.

Primaloop: drums, textures 
Ariad: balafon, flute, clarinet, keyboards, vocals

More infos:  www.ariad-music.com
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fdlAJ5SYfA

HIGHFLUX

Toucan

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Email: gilesr1@outlook.com

First album, CLOUDLINES now on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/2gZj30ywvxB6fHKiRWR2Kw

Richard John is a guitarist/ songwriter from the south west of England. 
His guitar based tunes shift in style from solo acoustic guitar, ambient, dream pop, folk and lounge music to warm latin sounds.
Always searching for that elusive ‘perfect melody’.