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Faerytale and Monolisk - Whistling Bird

http://youtu.be/EXALr5_nKac

At the vieille bourse you taught me to tango
Our feet on the smooth marble floor
Found each other in another fandango
Our souls set sail, spirits soared

Down the aisles and then through the arches
That are shaped like your curves, and your scent
Of lillies, your pistils a torture I'm sure
No man ever underwent

Let us twirl like a thread on a spindle
A tornado-like gust, as intense
As the spark that has yet to be kindled
And set fire to the old Spanish Inn

Where we sang and drank wine at a table
Watched the old couples while they danced
We sang pour en flirt but weren't able
To remember the words at the end

We waltzed back in storms on the sea shore
With grains of sand in our hands
From a broken old hourglass, now that some time had passed
We danced till the very last end

This is a dance so full of desire
Of my love for you till the end
My soul's set ablaze, my heart's set on fire
I want you, now and again

Let us twirl like a thread on a spindle
A tornado-like gust, as intense
As the spark that has yet to be kindled
And set fire to the old Spanish Inn

Let us sing and drink wine at a table
Watch the old couples while they dance
Let us sing pour en flirt even if we aren't able
To remember the words at the end


The Old Spanish Inn (video link included)

The reason why I don't post songs on Soundcloud anymore is that Eefje and I released our first CD (recorded in a studio with several other musicians). Our CD, Evrin 'Be Still' was released in April and is now available on iTunes or as a CD on our website www.evrinmusic.nl , but we shot a video, live and acoustic (just the two of us) of Dust and Cigarette Ashes and I wanted to share that one here.

You can find the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3o8QU4UdYw

Dust And Cigarette Ashes Live Video Link Included

World type groove/instrumental created entirely in Reason 6. Artwork by: Saskia van Schagen (daughter of https://soundcloud.com/bastiaan-kooman)

Miles at the End

this song'rocket science' is really nothing more than the philosophy according to mary cigarettes...
i was thinking how stepping out of the comfort zone,and loosing the plot,both have one thing in common...they both give us a story to tell,when we come back from the other side....
i hope you like the song...the words and vocal melody are written and sang by myself,while the heavenly guitar part is written and played by little mickey fingers.


rocket science

Here is a collaboration with a lovely old friend Liz Monument. Liz and I both studied music at Bretton Hall in Yorkshire a few years ago. Those of you who have had the chance to do something like that will know that the friendships you make there go beyond the social...you share creativity with your classmates and for me, I always keep a cozy seat in my heart for anyone with whom I make good music. Back then, Liz was a fantastic classical guitarist, but since then she has widened her range to encompass many more styles and stringed instruments....including the sparkling harp that features here alongside the guitar. A couple of years ago we renewed friendship via facebook and this year we're making music again via soundcloud. Please listen to more of Liz's beautiful playing at http://soundcloud.com/lizmonument

Here I play the Uillean Pipes and Low Whistle. I absolutely adore the pipes, but they also frustrate me as I don't think I'm physically cut out to play them to the standard I'd like to. But now and then I give them a day out. If by any chance you like the sound here, please do me the favour of going to youtube and checking out what REAL pipers can do, like Paddy Keenan, Cillian Vallely and Davy Spillane.

Liz's harp provides a perfect setting here for Louis MacNeice's amazing poem The Strand. The harp's chords lap like waves on the poet's beach. I have a strong identification with this poem; my father was also a Northern Irish clergyman who “kept something in him solitary and wild”. The last quality time I spent with my father was a wordless walk on such an Irish strand. The image attached to the song is a washed out old slide I took that very winter afternoon....'white Tintoretto clouds' behind Slieve Donard, towering above the beach at Newcastle, County Down. All that's missing is the 'square black figure' beyond the viewfinder to the left. 

The Strand

by Louis MacNeice

White Tintoretto clouds beneath my naked feet,
This mirror of wet sand imputes a lasting mood
To island truancies; my steps repeat

Someone’s who now has left such strands for good
Carrying his boots and paddling like a child,
A square black figure whom the horizon understood -

My father. Who for all his responsibly compiled
Account books of a devout, precise routine
Kept something in him solitary and wild,

So loved the Western sea and no tree’s green
Fulfilled him like these contours of Slievemore
Menaun and Croghaun and the bogs between.

Sixty-odd years behind him and twelve before,
Eyeing the flange of steel in the turning belt of brine
It was sixteen years ago he walked this shore

And the mirror caught his shape which catches mine
But then as now the floor-mop of the foam
Blotted the bright reflections - and no sign

Remains of face or feet when visitors have gone home.

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The Strand, Dave McKeown with Liz Monument

A three violin and viola arrangement of Oshe Shalom written by Luis Villalobos and performed by the Villalobos Brothers.

Oshe Shalom String Arrangement

Writing, singing, recording, sometimes just me, myself and I, sometimes with others, and a lot of times (on and off stage) with https://soundcloud.com/eefje-terschegget :)



Dust And Cigarette Ashes Live Video Link Included

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