Great! Leaves one wondering and the vocal and music create feeling

Sweet guitar solo and passionate vocals and I like the poetic lyrics~

Beautifully written, this song gives you a chill. 💚

Super cool song , nice writing great vocal nice guitar work 🔥🙌👏

this is a great piece with fantastic timbre of vocals and the guitar very beautiful 🙂❤️👏

Lovely my friends! great guitar play! Love the melody!

love this tune, nice and edgy, great work

Classic sound for sure.  Brings to mind Eagles after Joe Walsh joined....haunting, soulful vocal with strong, interesting guitar line.

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When we were clearing my brother in law's house after he died in an accident,we came across a little written musing. It's the spoken part at the end of this short track. Perhaps not polished,yet poignant. Rest easy Alan.

Magic at work
There we go
Watch it unfold
It's all guesswork
Nothing to show
All uncontrolled

Drifting along
Aimlessly
Life and the flow
Is there a song
Just for me
Will I ever know

When life has lost it's theme
It's crazy impossible dream
And a heart is beyond tears
And worries and fears
Then the answers lie at best
In the scudding distant clouds
Or in memories of vibrant years
Long gone

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Purple Pansy Flowers

Marlene   Ariel en Bicicleta

Hey… Happy December wherever you are. This is an early winter song, with a hint of cabin fever going on. Luckily, I still have my sense of humor, although not much to say right now, as… well you live on this planet too. Aren’t we having fun these days? Thanks for dropping by, Mark

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What's This Song About Anyway?

The original:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/we-are-all-hiphop-vocal-remix-92-bpm
This is my interpretation. Enjoy!

We Are All Hiphop - IPG1 vs kavvka //light DnB sum classic 90's sh** remix//

Hey sister... 
what do you think about the city you miss?
Is it better to just now remember?
Or fade away into a peaceful place

Cause you ain't goin' home... again
you can see the path that lies ahead of you bend...away...into the night
and if you ever find...your way...to the end
then I could finally sleep again.

So come on meet me down by the river... brother and sister
Come and feel the life return to your soul...in the water
and wash away those marks of a sinner...you might
and let them flow on down with the river...tonight.

Hey mother...and father
what do you see upon the road ahead...as your drive?
And have you come now to reconsider?
Or float the same way on to the end?

Cause you ain't comin' home
you can feel the years that lie behind you fade...away...into the night
and if you ever lose yourself...again
then I could finally leave...amen.

2x
So come on meet me down by the river... brother and sister
Come and feel the life return to your soul...in the water
and wash away those marks of a sinner...you might
and let them flow on down with the river...tonight.

So come on meet me down by the river... mother and father
Come and feel the life return to your soul...in the water
and wash away those marks of a sinner...you might
and let them flow on down with the river...tonight. Yea....

V3.00

Down With The River

In a book and several widely read newspaper articles, the English journalist David Goodhart has identified a new cause for the vicious populism of our time. Le Pen, Brexit, Trump, the online hate culture - according to Goodhart, two new "meta-classes" (the "Anywheres" and the "Somewheres") have emerged in the global world, two completely different ways of living and feeling. According to Goodhart, these separate cultures are now competing against each other in a kind of new world culture war.

The picture shows: an altered extract from a photo somewhere out of the net

Somewhere, 3:33 am


Anyone awake again…? 
Now, 3:33 am…?

I was just looking… 
I was gazing…
I was just listening,
I was wondering…

Is it change that drives, 
Challenges and brings life, 
Even if failures are included?

Or is transformation 
A constant calculation 
Of loss, a humiliation?

And I was just looking… 
I was gazing…
I was just listening,
I was wondering…

You were somewhere, out there
You were not anywhere, no

Is it change that drives, 
Challenges and brings life, 
Even if failures are included?

Or is transformation 
A constant calculation 
Of loss, a humiliation?

I was just looking… 
And I was gazing
I was just freezing
While I was listening
And I was just looking
(For an answer
Of any kind)

You sang somewhere, out there
You were no anywhere, no
You were a somewhere, out there
You were not anywhere
Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere
(To find)

Somewhere, 3:33 am

37°

The Hidden People Of The Forest

Most small towns have something they're known for;  it might be a building or a statue, or some famous person who lived there.  When I was a Baptist pastor forty years ago in the little town of St Francis, Kansas, it was the "Walkin' Boys.  Not exactly "boys", they were three middle-aged brothers who were probably autistic and lived at the local nursing home called "The Village".  Their parents made provision for them to live there after they passed away so they would be well taken care of.  What made them so memorable was they would venture out every day from the Village regardless of the weather and walk the length of the town, checking their post office box, stopping in at the jewelry store to have their watches set, then proceed out to the cemetery to pay their respects to their parents, then return to the Village.  They would make this three mile trip three times a day if the weather wasn't too extreme, and you could almost set your watch by when they would pass by.  I felt they needed a song, and it is one that's still remembered by those who knew them. I understand the last of the Walkin' Boys passed away just a few years ago having lived to a ripe old age of course--they walked every day:)  The song also features my singing; something that got lost along the way some years ago. You'll also hear a little tape hiss; it was mastered from a forty-year-old cassette:)
Lyrics:
It's another sunshiny morning in our little town,
The air is crisp and clear, a little snow left on the ground,
Then I look up Benton Street and guess who's coming down,
It's those Walkin' Boys, those Walkin' Boys are coming around.

Well they call the Village home but don't spend much time there,
They spend their time a walkin' 
And what folks think they don't much care,
And the season doesn't matter they still take the dare,
To tread in summer's heat or old man winter's frigid air.
Chorus:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say. 
All dressed up in dungarees,
Smoking their pipes as proud as you please,
Walkin' Boys where you going today?

They start out from the Village for their daily chore,
They check their mail box then walk to Stewart's jewelry store, 
And with their watches set they go on out the door
Headed for the graveyard then return to go once more.

Boys you may not know me but I think you're grand.
I used to think you strange, but now I better understand,
That you are the way you are because of God's own hand,
You're special to our town and unique in all the land.
Chorus 2:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say.
Lookin' at the graves but they aren't sad,
Just paying respects to their mom and dad,
Walkin' Boys where you goin' today?

Walkin' Boys (from Scenes of St. Francis)

I did not know that you would choose
To leave me so, having the blues;
And as these news I softly muse,
I did not know that we could lose.

I did not know that you, so smart,
Would choose, so clear, to let us part;
And, as you dream a brand new start,
I did not know you'd break my heart.

I did not know I'd think of you
After all this time, which so fast flew;
I did not see - I wish I knew
How fragile be what's real and true.

I did not know that, dearest Muse,
I did not pick up on your clues;
And, as I tremble at the news,
I did not know that we would lose.

I Did Not Know

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