WINTER KISSES FOR BLUE GUYS

The Struggle Is Real

..и молчаливы мы в преддверии ненастья, и тянет к вечерам и старым свитерам.
..and we are silent on the eve of bad weather, and pulls towards evenings and old sweaters

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Winter Road

A sort of remix of Twisted Remains, which is an earlier track

Re-twisted Remains

Re - Twisted Remains

Rime On Trees

Homage to my mentor Backwards Sam Firk, AKA Michael A Stewart.

RIP Firk.

Departure Jakob Grunditz key harp & Henrik Meierkord cello

@rick-4-1 - Broken Mouth Drums
@janinelevinson - Cygnet Sister Vocals 
@phil-mcwalter - Tambourine and The Other Stuff

THE ONLY PARTY IN TOWN

Well ooh yeah!

She didn’t look like her sister
She talked like a brother
Smoked like a trooper
Swore like her father

Her lips had gone solid
At the bridge by the station
Cold in the car but she 
Walked like a casino

So why! 
Why are you singing this song
Why have you all come along
Was she the only party in town?
Well oh yeah!

We painted cathedrals (red)
Crossed the Atlantic (in Lennon’s bed)
Hundreds of packets of sweeteners (When she was caught)
Were found in her pockets

So why!
Why are you singing this song
Why have you all come along
Was she the only party in town?
Well oh yeah!

Oh my…

She’s just a friend
But I love her too much
My parents would have been very pleased to see her
Most girls would wanna be her
Liked the look of her boat
Faster than an elegant quote
Doesn’t clean or sink or float
Well oh yeaah!
Swan of the Avon
Piper at the Gates of dumb (Norfolk) Broads
There could be flood warnings for millions of hordes and
She’ll always look after 
The cygnet committed to
Equality, Freedom, Freedom To Live
The love machine lumbers
Through all the hearts' chambers
Signet ring, heraldic crest and cuckoo’s nest
Always ran with the best
Curled up in the wardrobe
In a discarded vest
Playing the old tunes
And playing ‘em loud!
So why!
Why are you singing this song
Why have you all come along
Was she the only party in town?
Oh yeah!

So why!
Why are you singing this song
Why have you all come along
Was she the only party in town?
Well oh yeah!

© Jan 2022 Phil McWalter
Image: Anna Piaggi RIP
Song inspired by JAC

The Only Party In Town

Spotify

Midisound https://soundcloud.com/sonido-reflexivo asked me if I'd be interested in collaborating with him. He shared the instrumental of this, saying he could hear the line, "Kiss Me Now". I found a unique Latin passion in the melody and the exotic rhythm was very inspiring to me which meant that the song felt as if it wrote itself, with the music dictating the mood. 
We are delighted to share this, hopefully the first of many collaborations with Soundcloud. Many thanks to Paco for this opportunity, for the inspiration and for his endless patience.

Image of 'The Kiss' by Auguste Rodin

I knew the game was up,
That I’d run out of luck.
No room for a make-up,
You see me as a schmuck.

I knew that this would never last,
That we were bound to crash and burn.
Our best days are in the past,
It's me you spurn.

I knew you played a killer hand,
Give me a moment to savour.
Now it’s all out of my command,
Then grant me this favour.

Kiss me now,
Before you rip the very heart out of me.
One last time,
Kiss me now.
Give me this one thing to remember you by.
Kiss me now.

Leave some positivity to make it all worthwhile,
I know only too well that we can’t reconcile.
	
Kiss me now,
Before you trample my heart into the floor.
One last time,
Kiss me now,
Then turn around and walk right out through that door.
Kiss me now. 

Dismiss me now,
I’ll wallow in self-pity and reminisce.
Miss me now?
I don’t think so, as I face the abyss.

I knew the game was up,
That I’d run out of luck.

Kiss me, then dismiss me, I don’t matter anymore.

Kiss me now,
Before you rip the very heart out of me.
One last time,
Kiss me now.
Give me this one thing to remember you by.

Kiss me now, 
Just kiss me now.

Kiss Me Now (Midisound/Mark J Bennett)

Out next on IONO Lounge is Shabboo Harper with her three-track EP  titled 'Pacha Camaq'.
An introspective journey into the Incas culture, driven by three amazing chapters carefully crafted by this talented female producer. The title track is an entering into the world of peace and mystery with a mesmerizing ambience surrounded by ethnic vocals and haunting textures. Followed by 'Tayta Inti' which is more rhythmically progressive part of the EP filled with the organic vibe. Finalizing we have 'Mama Quilla', a mixture of mystical and uplifting beats enhanced by the unique effects of nature and magical sonic ingredients.

Tracklist (shortcuts):
1. 'Pacha Camaq' [0:00 - 2:39]
2. 'Tayta Inti' [2:40 - 5:09]
3. 'Mama Quilla' [5:10 - 7:47]
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Pacha Camaq

Pacha Camaq EP

Shabboo Harper - Pacha Camaq  EP [shortcuts]  IONO Lounge 🔆

High recommendation of headphones, to fully enjoy sound adds and effects.

Letra / translated lyrics:

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la vieja madre...   /   the old mother...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la tierra extraña...   /   the strange land...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


Son tus raíces   /   Your roots are
más profundas que el tiempo.   /   deeper than time.
Olvida tu vida   /   Forget your life
que ahora es desierto.   /   which is now a desert.

Tus raíces de sangre se han perdido,   /   Your blood roots are lost
y tu exótico mundo ha envejecido.   /   and your exotic world has got old.
La llamada de la selva ha convertido:   /   The call of the jungle has turned:

tus batallas en guerras,   /   your battles to wars,
y tus bosques en hambre,   /   and your forests to hunger,
y tus hombres en tierra.   /   and your men to soil.

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
tus cantos lejanos...   /   your distant singings...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
ahora están muertos...   /   are dead now...
ahora están muertos.   /   are dead now.
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


... 1995 E-RUIZZO - 2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS

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África (Hombres de tierra)

Poor Boy (John Fahey Cover)

Thank you for listening my tracks!
I like ambient ,electric and house music.....
All tracks in here are original and I made them using korg gaget and iPolysix.
I would be glad if you gave me a feedback.

Rime On Trees

Satoshi S