Guitar instrumental written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree

The Serenity

SAX by @ERIC57 .. True story ..  >> 
 a song of reflection on halcyon days spent with Acker Bates and other rascals ..   :-) 
the summers of the 70's ...
picture is on Hurdsfield estate , Macclesfield :-)

bass Walker
guitars  Walker
vocals Walker
SAX Eric the Waite (@ERIC57)
written by RJ Walker

 .. remembering my old mate Acker .. rip mate . X

rjwalker 2022

powdered mountains

AK85

Produced by COtu

The bass and drums are based on a paradiddle (RLRR LRLL drum rudiment). I played the figure on pads, then moved the notes around various percussion instruments. The drums are mostly "linear", meaning no two notes hit at the same time. It kinda gives it a "Flim" feel. (although it sounds nothing like "Flim")

Thanks for listening
Trey

Hands On

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Music video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tchp-KhBEaw
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Gentle Breeze (Gettin' Rowdy)
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Mmm 

oh!  what a beautiful day

Is all this gentle breeze for me?

I love the little way the gentle breeze feels on my body

And it makes me kinda rowdy…  blush

Makes me feel horny

RAWWWWW!!!!
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Get Rowdy rowdy rawr!!…!!

GET ROWDY!!! GET ROWDY!! 

  WHAT?!
 ROWDY ROWDY RWAR!!!!

  WHY?!!
GET GROWDY GROWDY GRAWR!!!!

IT’S a riot it’s a riot!!! it’s a riot riot riot!!

It’s a RIGHT, it’s a RIGHT, 
it’s a RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT!!!!!

GET ROWDY ROWDY GROWDY RARRRR!!!!

It’s alright!!  It’s alright!!!

IT’S A RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT!!!!!

RAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Gettin' Rowdy (Gentle Breeze)

One of the more enriching aspects of a collab' project like this, is the exchange of ideas, drivers and perceptions about the topic at hand;  please note that those which follow are mine alone.

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio
Find David's beautiful guitar work here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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And so it rains… here, in the pile of moral and cultural rubble roughly where a place called England used to be.  Rain that is not acid, but acrid, coming, as it does, from the persistent shower of vile spittle emanating from the crooked mouths of the horde of liars, cheats, frauds and fornicators at Westminster.  Their policies as illegitimate as their credentials (and certain other aspects of their lives), these creatures shuffle about at the feet of their gay muslim billionaire benefactor / puppetmaster, shamelessly lapping up his tossed treats and trinkets in return for unfettered access to the heart of an executive whose mission is as fraudulent as its mandate: the eradication of the indigenous population, its culture and its history.  Their tools of the trade familiar to any rapacious despot of a failed state: fabricated manifestos; indoctrination to brainwash; history rewritten; injunctions to stem free speech; cancelled elections;  suppression of mainstream media through litigative threat;  transformation of the national broadcaster to the faithful puppy propaganda mouthpiece of the party machine; and hands-on directive control of judiciary and police functions to impose a vindictive and vicious two tier justice system within which peaceful protestors are handed brutal custodial sentences leading to a (no doubt welcome) uptick in prison suicides, as others, of a different ethnic background, violently assault a female police officer or stand on podiums with megaphones, exhorting the crowds before them to slash throats, and then walk free with police protection whilst the precious human rights of convicted terrorists are nurtured even as the mouths of their victims’ loved ones are sealed with gagging orders.  Oh, and should you wish, in this crumbling Year Zero aspirational autocracy, to publicly reject the learned principles underpinning any particular religious faith, then the aforementioned politically directed police will happily offer you a light for any holy text you wish to burn in order to make your point.  With one exception.  And it isn’t the bible....

And so it rains….
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Photo by Norbert Tóth on Unsplash

Rain ... with Seagull and David Dunham

slon ispod stola(demo)

Rusty Stone :   music  , guitar, banjo, mandolin, bass, lead and back. vocals, drum programming
Pee  Gee      :   lyrics
Single "Lucky Guy/Save the only World" will be soon digitally available at Galileo Music Communication, Germany !

First of all.. we did not win the Gema-songchallenge 2025, but we are free to present our contribution on SoundCloud and all other platforms..starting here..the  task was "Write a contemporary lyrics/anthem , close to the melody of "Auld Lang Syne"  comp./arr./music genre free to choose."
It was a real challenge for us but we gave it a try..as a lyricwriter I was always aware that whatever I tried I would never even come close to a epic line such as "We ll drink a cup of kindness yet " (Auld Lang Syne). 
Comments always welcome!
Comments of the Jury:
"We liked how the earthy blues feeling is transported."
"We liked the message of the lyrics; timeless and at the same time one of the most current topics of world events."
"We also liked the instrumental part: authentic and cinematic!"
Conclusion:" A topic that couldn´t be more current"   ...
 
Use headphones..it´s a demo!   GEMA reg. 04/2025

Save The Only World

If one for all and all for one stand tall and point the way
There is a chance to overcome all the borders of today
Come out of cover, raise your voice, no one should stand aside
We´ll save the only world we have . In good faith we shall unite
So go ahead and make a stand for life on land and sea
There is no other place to live, it´s a question of to be.
We walk together just as one, we rise, we shall not fall
We´ll fight the evil all around. We are backs against the wall.
We are ones , we turn the wheel, we´ll save the planet earth
We´ll fight for nature, fight for us, we´ll fight for what it´s worth....
So go ahead and raise your voice, no one should stand aside
We´ll save the only world we have. In good faith we shall unite!

Save The  Only World  (Auld Lang Syne) Rusty Stone Music

ode to evening in spring

©Hans-Michael Albers 

lyrics Google translation:

No one can remember how it all began.
No one knew exactly who she was – that wasn't the point.
It wasn't her eyes, it wasn't her face.
It wasn't her dreamy gaze either – no, none of that was it.

But there was something that captivated everyone, and she bore it with pain.
For she didn't know what adorned her so, and it broke her heart.

Yet she was the queen of all.
And she danced her sorrow.
Everyone saw her and dreamed forever.
Only of this dress.
This snow-white dress.
Her snow-white dress.

She was there like a miracle; it touched everyone.
Everyone thought what was happening only affected them.

While she only danced and thought it was hopeless.
That someone would just notice her once, she wished so much.

Yet she was the queen of all.
And she danced her Suffering
Everyone saw her and dreamed forever
Only of this dress
This snow-white dress
Her snow-white dress

How she came, how she saw, how she conquered,
remained simply denied to her
And the less she noticed it
The more she became so desired

Yet she was the queen of all
And she danced her sorrow
Everyone saw her and dreamed forever
Only of this dress
This snow-white dress
Her snow-white dress

Yet she was the queen of all
And she danced her sorrow
Everyone saw her and dreamed forever
Only of this dress
This snow-white dress
Her snow-white dress