Floating Emotion

Grateful if you could visit my video:
https://youtu.be/E8hQlSgudDc?si=xsLGAJbQO_ibci6Q

My latest is a tune based around a couple of acoustic guitar parts. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for listening :)

Lyrics:
Another year, another bad debt
Snow is on the ground
Follow a trail of broken promise
Lost and never found
Its hard to know
When things go wrong 
And  word is on the street
The last to know 
And the only one 
To leave 

Even though we’ve been full circle
The ice is something new 
And tonight it’s unfamiliar
A place I thought I knew
I feel the dark 
And taste the cold
There’s nothing  here to see
The last to know 
The only one 
To leave 

Waking up too early
A bright light in my eyes
The clues were all around us
Thrown away with all the lies


In the morning I come looking
Somewhere in the snow
I know the footprints will be buried 
No where else to go
The wind gets up
The ghost has gone 
No hope of a reprieve
The last to know 
And The only one 
To leave

The Last To Know

Piano Riff with eDRUMS and Bass and solo Theremin w/Kaospad FX

R&N (19)

Link to video where I tell the story behind the song : https://youtu.be/cilXaNM0IoI?si=IbBwc2wlxYTwoADH 


In Catholic school, whenever I misbehaved, the nuns used to pull my hair.
If I could go back in time and do it all again, I’d gab some clippers and shave my head bare.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive  
My first-grade teacher was a nun, who if you’re penmanship was sloppy
She’d make you take all your books and stand there holding them in the back of the room.
She was like a witch except instead of a pointy hat she wore a habit
She carried a crucifix instead of broom.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic School
I was never the kid who was considered cool
The cafeteria food tasted horrible, but I had to eat it
I had to wash it down with milk that was warm and sour
I’d try to fold my plate in half and throw it away, but the nuns would catch me and make me eat it
It’s like they had this secret food wasting detection superpower
Every year your birthday, it was customary for the kids in the recess yard,
To grab you and kick you and punch you for every year of your age.
I still have flashbacks of a girl with pointy hard black shoes kicking me really hard in my rib cage.
My fifth-grade teacher Sister Margaret she’d been teaching for way too long
It was time for her to retire but they let her teach another year and that was wrong
She had long grey whiskers growing out of her chin
She’d sit at her desk and trim them with of scissors and you sure as hell better not grin
She’d tell cautionary tales about innocent kids who got into cars strangers
She seemed to enjoy describing all the bloody graphic details of the danger.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive

Catholic School

Demo...better use Headphones... I came up with the story and wrote the lyrics
H. Stytz :  comp, guitars, leadvocals,arrangement
P.Harriman: bass , back.vocals ,add. arrangement
Pee Gee:      lyrics

When love stepped into my life it was like walking on air
I almost touched the sky.. it felt so good up there
Like an angel in high spirits on top of a cloud
It was a question of time when I would kiss the ground
Do you remember what you told me somewhere way back when
That we would go together through thick and thin
Like the flow of the water at the turn of the tide
I´m beginning to worry if you´re still on my side
Are you still on my side...on my side ?
Do you remember what you told me somewhere way back when
That we would go together through thick and thin
Do you remember what you promised  somewhere way back when
Baby, are you honest when your lips touch my skin
Like the flow of the water at the turn of the tide
I´m beginning to worry if you´re still on my side
Are you still on my side.......?  
Like the flow of the water at the turn of the tide
I´m beginning to worry if you´re still on my side
Are you still on my side....?

Are You Still On My Side     H.Stytz,P.Harriman

izađi iz jarka(demo)

In The Game feat. SteelCityRed
Vocals and Lyrics SteelCityRed:
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23517/in-the-game-hook-acapella-by-steelcityred-120bpm-rap-acapella
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix, Picture and Mastering

In The Game feat. SteelCityRed

written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

This is a collaboration with my friend xian3 https://on.soundcloud.com/QOm69lt9nGrn7W0dEL from SoundCloud. His original track had a rock flavor, but I halved the BPM and reimagined it with a tropical jungle vibe. I also got help from mozawa_*  https://on.soundcloud.com/CsHi8jD7VOjfujT9Dq on the percussion tracks. 
You can check out Xian3’s original version. https://on.soundcloud.com/U65g2z6R8LhU8NJ5N4

’Miss Terious’

Basically we're all the same Gifted with a body and a brain And a heart that beats us through all those ways Through glorious nights and fatal days
Still there's something...mysterious
We have changed the world so much In different ways we lost the touch But we don't want to take the blame There's no reason in this game Basically...
Still there's something...mysterious
Working hard in all different ways Winter, spring, summer and fall All the time again and again To deny who is to blame Basically...
Still there's something...mysterious
Still there' something more above A mysterious thing called love

Lyrics and Music by xian3
Percussion tracks by mozawa_*
Composition,Arrangement and Sampling collage by Synline.

Art by Henri Rousseau ’ Snake Charmer’

’Miss Terious’ Xian3=mozawa_*Synline

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement and mix

Artwork ….. unknown artist (detail)

Hi Everyone!
I invite you to listen to my brand new track. Hope you enjoy a slightly experimental vibe. This song is based on a single A-minor chord.
An alternative version of this song is coming soon! 😎🎸

Many thanks for listening and support!

What’s Up? 
Surf’s Up! 🌞🏄🏼‍♂️
  Artur

What’s Up? (Part 1)

Ask The Story - Acoustic Demo

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’.