Found this superb singer Zutsuri with a wonderful intonation in her way of singing. Here is my interpretation of her song.

Video on my youtube ;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIJF3u89Ejo

Seagull & Zutsuri - Crackling Walls

From my personal worship time on my keyboard. Nothing fancy .just my musical prayer.  Seeing all that is going on with lawlessness and hate in this country. I really want to see people as HE sees them. Thought I would share this.  Nothing fancy
Lyrics,
Open our eyes, Lord,
we want to see Jesus,
to reach out and touch him,
and say that we love him.
Open our ears, Lord,
and help us to listen.
Open our eyes, Lord,
we want to see Jesus.

OPEN OUR EYES LORD WITH VOCAL   cover nothing fancy just my musical prayer

Music Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbMJkvfvGpw

Cerulean Waves

This track is about Yareli and Yasmina, two Ecuadorian refugees ages three and five that were dropped over the US/Mexico border wall by smugglers in late March of 2021, miles from nowhere.  Thankfully this was all seen by Border Patrol cameras and they were quickly rescued uninjured and in good spirits--no small miracle.  This is when the immigration issue became very personal to me and the need for our national leadership to solve a very real crisis instead of using it as an issue to bludgeon the other political party.   
The track is in four parts;
1--Dropped Over the Wall
2--Abandoned and Bewildered
3--The Rescue
4--Epilogue; Please Find An Answer

Abandoned At The Border

dont you (first take winging it rough draft)

Bad Communication(Kenting Remix)

You're not coming back!  (all your bridges are burnt)

I miss travel. I used to travel a lot. Sit in bars and write lyrics. Lockdowns have not been good for me. I don't seem to find inspiration to do music, I guess because normal of daily life is so close and music is much more than normal.

But a muse visited me this week and inspired me to knuckle down and produce something. Nothing perfect.. but just from the heart.

Another Angel song...  long may they keep coming.



7th Trumpet.

I met Jibreel in an Irish Pub, one dry night in Dubai.
His wings were crushed beneath his coat. Ashamed he once could fly
Hunched on his stool and frowning deep into his stout
Like a prophet seeking truth, but only finding doubt.

Rise-Up Gabriel, Rise up, Let golden Wings Shine
Show me, there’s still hope left, a better life that can be mine
How many trumpets have sounded? Surely there’s still time,
So, Rise Up Gabriel, Rise up, Let Golden Wings. Let your Golden Wings shine.

The aircon was so fierce it froze, conversations swell, 
we just sat beneath the TV screens, in silent rugby’s happy spell.
The Guinness was not good, but for cold comfort we gladly paid.
And as he finished up another pint, he caught my eye and said

“We’re all just strangers here, as this beer is filled and sunk. 
Where you sought ideas to unite us, now I find strangers becoming drunks.
If you'd found strength together, maybe man could rise from the fall.
But all that held you now crumbles. No one sees the angels anymore.
You fill your world with distractions, your false prophets are so small.            
Loners in a splintered world, 
No one hears Angels, No one heeds angels anymore!”

And I guess there’s nothing for it, but for an angel to watch and wait.
To hide and bide till the end of times, now that’s shame, for heaven’s sake.
I bought him another Guinness, and together we bided Time.
A lost man and an Archangel, that night that seemed just fine.

Words and Music by Sean Doran

7th Trumpet (Something Memorable)

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