The sea does not strike
it breathes
I stayed long enough
to hear the old ocean
learning to move again

Das Meer schlägt nicht
es atmet
Ich blieb lange genug
um den alten Ozean zu hören
wie er wieder lernt sich zu bewegen

Awesome track. Love how it's got this hypnotic quality that just keeps pulling you in deeper.

The starting random pattern is great and the transition into the grove is awesom... fit perfect and mega timing... Bass is very cool and plays with a mega sound... Guitar in Background brings  the random pattern bright infront... lot of ideas in that track... the not dominant guitar makes it very intresting... love the bass...the flageolet`s are Great...

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"Spanish Heart" (Jack Miller)
J Dulva
2021 Cenote Music

Spanish Heart

ANARS ! Déchiré entre l'amour

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
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.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

La locandina mostra un modo di dare voce ai cori inserendo le opportune articolazioni direttamente nella partitura in Finale27 (o anche in Sibelius, credo), evitando di utilizzare le applicazioni consigliate che non sono compatibili con questi software di composizione musicale. L’articolazione indicata con $ permette di inserire le consonanti mute. Le altre articolazioni dovrebbero essere auto-esplicative.
     The photo of the piece illustrates a way to voice choirs by inserting the appropriate articulations directly into the score in Finale27 (or even Sibelius, I believe), avoiding the use of the recommended applications that are not compatible with these music composition software. The articulation indicated by $ allows you to insert silent consonants. The other articulations should be self-explanatory.


Questa musica è il 2° brano della mia opera “SALMODIANDO” (meditazioni sui salmi)
This music is the 2nd piece of my work “SALMODIANDO” (meditations on the psalms)


Beato l’uomo che medita sulla sapienza
e ragiona con l’intelligenza,
considera nel cuore le sue vie,
ne penetra con la mente i segreti.
La insegue come uno che segue una pista,
si apposta sui suoi sentieri.
[: Egli spia alle sue finestre
 e sta ad ascoltare alla sua porta :]
Presso di essa alza la tenda
e sotto i suoi rami soggiorna.
Presso di essa alza la tenda
e sotto i suoi rami soggiorna.
Presso di essa alza la tenda
e mette i propri figli sotto la sua protezione
e sotto i suoi rami soggiorna.
Contro il caldo sarà protetto
e in un rifugio di benessere sta.
Egli abiterà all’ombra della sua gloria.  (Sir. 14, 20-27)

Blessed is the man who meditates on wisdom
and reasons with understanding,
who ponders her ways in his heart,
who penetrates her secrets with his mind.
He pursues her like one tracking a scent,
he lies in wait on her paths.
[: He watches at her windows
and listens at her door :]
He pitches his tent by her
and dwells under her branches.
He pitches his tent by her
and dwells under her branches.
He pitches his tent by her
and places his children under her protection
and dwells under her branches.
He will be protected from the heat
and dwells in a haven of comfort.
He will dwell in the shadow of her glory. (Sir. 14:20-27)

MEDITAZIONE (Sir.14 20-27)

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Vocals by SUNI @suni-mp3
Sounds by Box Number Twelve
Image by SUNI

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Northside Storyteller (Remix 2025)

Optimistic nihilism with sloppy guitar  banging and  strained vocals..scared the dog into the closet
vocal samples Tim Matheson and John Belushi from the movie  Animal House (1978) opens the song, and Mickey Rourke, doing his best Bukowski imitation from the movie Barfly (1987) ends it
...this point about pointless....that's all I got.....

Sometimes Futile and Stupid Is All That I Got

Sometimes futile and stupid, is all that I've got
This dabble in dead-end, a root in the rot
My point about pointless
Yeah, I'm taking a shot
Let's go, let's go, let's go 

You know futile and stupid, it's fearless and free
Original thinker meets the bastard in me
Stop banging your head
We can run with John B
Let's go, let's go, let's go

My Titanic tune is sinking
I'll keep playing all the while
You wonder what's that shit I'm drinking
Here's to all my friends 
As we go down in style

Sometimes futile and stupid is the best way to roll
If you cut me some slack, I'll dig you a hole
A whole lot of nothing
All poetic patrol
Let's go, let's go, let's go

Break

But I just keep on singing
With my doomed and dumbstruck smile
See the chaos choir clinging
To all my friends
As we shove off in style

All this futile and stupid, it ain't that bad
The effort is key, the failure so rad
Our rush and our roar 
Beats brilliant and sad
Let's go, let's go, let's go 

Sometimes futile and stupid, it's all that we got
To make it, you break it, put pointless in plot
Cause trying means flying
Yes half-baked is hot
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Sometimes stupid and futile
Is all you need to know



Sometimes Futile and Stupid Is All That I Got

This is the 13th track made from my Grandad's poetry.

The others are here👇🏾
https://on.soundcloud.com/7RWUlc4x5lMqOxNecd
🧓🏼Papa's Poems ▶️ Songs ♾️

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Tuning 432Hz A Standard
Capo 6

Instruments
-Vocal and acoustic live
-Additonal backing vocal runs x 4
-Acoustic lead
-Acoustic picked rhythm
-Piano played on keys
-Native Flute played on keys
-Lost Reverse Alchemy pad played on keys
-5 String bass
-Marimba played on keys
-Cajon bass & snare played on keys 

To do
-lower bass in mix
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Papa 's notes on the poem are below the poem 🍃🍁🍂❤️
It's another real gem to have and I really adore how laser focused to nature he was.

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Sentenced without Trial (A poem by Bill Stapleton)

The executioner has come to cut thee down.
I know not for what crime.
The human race needs living space
And you have little time.

No counsel for your defence
No witness to your beauty
No guardian of your civil rights
It matters not - you're guilty!

Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

Did no one see you in Springtime
When your buds were awake in bloom
Did no one pass last Autumn
On your golden carpet, strewn

Why don't you run away?
The humans are coming fast
Don't just stand there and be acquired
Your security is past

Dumb innocence give me your seed
And let me away to sow
In some undeveloped land
Where the crocuses can grow.
......
Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

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23 February 1975
Bill says, " A considerable time had lapsed since I had written any poetry probably due to the shock of my heart attack. In fact I was not sure whether I could still do so. It was a great comfort to me therefore to achieve this poem after an elapse of nearly five years.
The theme of civil rights comes from the northern troubles. I got the idea while out for a walk around Silverpine, the lovely little roads now sadly changed by housing development. Many lovely old trees cut down while others await their fate with 'Security' and 'Acquired' boards ignominiously nailed to them.
The last verse is a lesson on how we can co-operate to save the situation by planting a new tree"

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Bill lived for nine more years after writing those words. It's interesting how the health shock effected his creativity and so nice he re-found it. Maybe a nice reminder to use our time well 🔆


I really love the third stanza. "Where are the lovers you shaded?..." Bill is looking at these condemned trees and wondering about the beautiful unconditional love it showed to people who are now no where to be seen when the trees need them. For me this wraps up what I've learned and had confirmed from Papa's poetry. Humans use the planet but get lost in our own pleasure and forget about what actually keeps us alive and what makes this such a wonderful planet to be on and that we do get to share. We share it with all the trees and eachother. We are however the only ones with either the intelligence to save it from ourselves or stay blinded and condemn it like these trees were condemned to their doom. Thanks Papa


This in my opinion is why laws against single use plastics and similar environmental saviours are so important. When idiosy decides to reverse them on a whim and because of only economics the indifference grows collectively and we lose our focus on the tree and the system as a whole. We then also forget that in focusing on the welfare of the tree, we focus on our own welfare. It's easy to forget this when we don't experience a direct relatable suffering however compassion towards the system still has our answers to a smoother future along side our dear tree friends 🫛

Sentenced without Trial

Hand Activated Percussion Instruments

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