Name: Dance Of The Excited Mongoose by Raindrops and Mud Project
Duration: 1 min 29 s
Description: 🎼👉https://musescore.com/user/102916054/scores/25814749

neat "scampering" tune....darts here and there

You are in tune with your piano can be felt in the first note, the piano is a wonderful change..great mood changer!   fantastic ambience & masterful piece!

your fingers on he piano move like the mongoose!

01 - Spitfire Audio - Appassionata Strings - Cellos (6) - Legato
02 - Spitfire Audio - Appassionata Strings - Violins 1 (8) - Legato
03 - Spitfire Audio - Appassionata Strings - Violins 2 (6) - Legato
04 - Spitfire Audio - Appassionata Strings - Violas (6) - Legato
05 - Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra Professional - Oboe - Legato
06 - Spitfire Audio - Hans Zimmer Strings - 60 Cellos - Long
07 - Spitfire Audio - Fractured Strings - Grid
08 - Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Solo Strings - Cello - Legato

Appassionata Strings & Oboe V4

🎼👉https://musescore.com/user/102916054/scores/25814749

Dance Of The Excited Mongoose

SOULMATES

Where are U?

Utnyttjar du mig. 631 ( 1983 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

As I mentioned in another recent song post, @dough-factory and I have collaborated on a bunch of music in years past. This is the second recent song from us, eventually to be included on an upcoming album. 

Ryan came up with the original drums and bass seed of this song, sent it to me and I laid down some guitar and synth. He then arranged the pieces and added a killer vocal track. He also gets credit for the production work on this one. Thanks for listening, friends!

Here is a link our other recent track, Dive:
https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/dive


Terms

Written by James Geer

Over here the customs seem so strange 
Over here my words gets disarranged 
Over here I’m bothered all the day
Over here I want to get away

I’ve been missing
I’ve been missing
Home

Over here the accents are so deep
Over here the hills are way too steep
Over here the forests overgrown 
Over here I’m virtually alone

I’ve been missing
I’ve been missing
Home

Over here

La Course

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

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