More delicate version. Good both in any case.

Hey Satosii! Nice song! Very peaceful and calm as usual. I like the simplicity of the vocal and the reverb on it!

The burning eternal question - do you love me?
Do you love me, you love me?
Well so do people who sell ice-cream
They'll say anything, they think I'd like to hear

Do yo love me like they do?

Hey girl, you better watch out
cos people care not for what you may
Though it's written on their faces
They hide behind sweet words

Anybody for ice-cream (or tennis)?
(a nod to @nic_nic_nic: Nic for tennis suggestion)

Live Studio recording, engineered by Darren Flynn
Drums Steve O'Keeffe (The Pale/BluesConfidential  www.bluesconfidential.com
https://soundcloud.com/bluesconfidential) 
Bernard Byrne (The Pale)
Lead vocals, BV, guitar, art by Suzanne Ledwith

Change of Address

Hey Ho

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

This song is my rearrangement of his(@gareth-clement-850168645) wonderful song. His loved one is in trouble and he doesn't know what to do. It is a song about a kind man.

Thank you Callow,You are a tråuly remarkable person.

satosii
...

Nothing I could say or do can change the way you feel inside,
Nothing I could say or do to make you, make you smile with all this on your mind,

Search high and low for an answer……..
Where do we go, for the answer to the questions
Unknown.

Unbelievable the strength you show
Behind your Green Brown eyes,
Nothing I could say or do can change the way you feel inside,

Search high and low for an answer……
Where do we go, for the answers to the questions
Unknown…

Unbelievable the strength you show,
Your our,
True Hero…..

Say Or Do (Callow / satosii re-arrange)

Vill Ut

The first time I listened to BoxTox's music, about a year ago, I thought that I would really like to play with him. Lately, when I wrote this piece, I immediately thought maybe it was the right one for his clarinet .. I proposed it to him and ... voilà!
In the photo, from left to right: me, the sound engineer, Boxtox and Mrs. Soundcloud.
We hope you enjoy it!

For his classy, elegant jazz here: @user-247600493

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

Et voilà - with BoxTox

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Your cloud a song relating to a relationship that’s finished but photos float on a cloud forever and can be retrieved at anytime to reminisce.

Your Cloud ~ Conscience Of Kings

Phil McC (aka Waveology)is a talented keyboard player, and he offered this piano improvisation for me to engage with a melody and lyric. Although Phil went on to experiment with a band arrangement (https://soundcloud.com/philmcc-1/place-i-go-ft-terry-wigmore-jazz-orchestra-arrangement), I was always partial to the piano's simplicity and the space it afforded the vocal to sit in an imagined lounge, and that was the sound that inspired the lyrics.  So, with the last breath of autumn, it seemed to be a fitting time for a melancholic muse in Phil's lounge, a darkened room, a half consumed whisky (Crown Royal) in one hand, a mic in the other, cue the music, Phil...

Places I Go

Written by - Phil McC
Vocal and lyrics - Terry Wigmore
Arranged & generally glued together - Phil McC

LYRICS ...

Hmmmm...the places I go
To try to get you off my mind,
It's no good, though I try.
The mem'ries, oh the memories of you,
And the places we used to go.
Every place I go,
Every shop I see,
Every window I turn to,
Every crack in the sidewalk
Reminds me of you
hmmmm letters carved in trees
Those benches that were meant for you and me
But it's all gone,
All gone, all gone, all gone, now,
Blown away in the breeze,
The falling leaves
Drifting down the river of Time
We're drifting,
Yeah we're drifting
We're like leaves that have fallen 
Drifting...
It's so hard for me to go,
To all the places, the places I know.
It's so hard for me to go,
To all the places, places I know...

Jazz Collaborations

Places I Go (with Phil Mc C)

The popular George Gershwin tune in a swinging, classic Big Band arrangement. Enjoy the big noise!

They Can't Take That Away From Me

Sometimes, Somethings, Somehow - Harmful if Followed with Carkiss and Dorian Elsewhere

Only  what  Liberates 3.

-Mellow(Lo-Fi) signal writer.
-Is your place or are you okay😷? 
I hope my songs can help you heal✨🍀.

Say Or Do (Callow / satosii re-arrange)

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