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Mellow Melodies

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Upstate

Days On End

college song

y está bien

Venting

Photograph - Ed Sheeran

City Nights

Whispered Kisses

Foolish Whisper

Starlit Love

Crazy Heartbeats

My thoughts lately...

This song is also on spotify under the profile SpicySmile



everything / nothing

When The Sun Goes Down

Thinking of Me

Бюро - трещины

MONDAY

Trappist-1

Vinyl, CD, Cassette

When Winter Returns

the simulation is failing. (Acoustic Demo)

LYRICS

(Verse)
Shivers runnin' down my spine
Hearts cold in the summertime
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Verse)
You call me like you're used to
To tell me you're in the mood
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Bridge)
Leave me nowhere
Ooh-ooh
Mm
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere
Leave me nowhere

Leave Me Nowhere

In a dream, I was performing
from the audience, and the crowd was onstage.
No one knew how they got there,
how they became the thing they hate.
There was nothing I could do.

Stage right, the director walks in, he says:
“This is how all performances end.”
You look at me from the center of the stage. You say:
“You’re looking more like yourself these days.”

I didn’t know what to do.
I have always been singing for you.
Like a child at the zoo,
I will always be looking at you.

Then the crowd started thinning.
The lights turned red, the theater dimming.
All at once, Sabrina Carpenter
dressed as a mailman delivered my mail.
Then she kissed me on the cheek.

It was a letter from my childhood pet. It said:
“I died a painful death.”
Underneath was your business card, and I wept.
I’ve been scared since the day that we met.

Like the wood in a fire, 
like the body on a funeral pyre,
like the pig on the spit,
I was dead before the fire was lit.

Anyway, I'm getting over it. 


Stage Dream

Спогади

Ain't Feel Fine

So, Mi Amor

Немерено (OST сериала Okko «Урок»)

Немерено (OST сериала Okko «Урок») (Cover на оригинальный трек лампабикт и Элли на маковом поле)

De Tijuana A Paris

“The Quiet Prayer” is an epic spiritual ballad carried by solemn piano, trembling strings, and a deeply poetic vocal performance. It’s a song about unspoken faith, sacred love, and the strength found in silence.

The Quiet Prayer

Streets of London

River Washed Hair

The Epilogue

Iris

They came with fire, with steel and chain,
Marked the earth, changed the name.
Yet the poet walked where silence grew,
Left his words in ash that flew.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

From Carmel’s hill, where cedars stand,
He named the sea, he called the land.
Not for gold, not for pride,
But to claim the tide before it died.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

The fire raged, the city fell,
The wind still sings what none can tell.
A poet’s room, a glass of wine,
A name now drifting past the line.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Soft winds rise, a song takes flight,
A fleeting shadow, a whispered name.
No wall will stand, no chains remain,
For words outlive the hands of pain.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.

Carmel Reloaded

Invocar

from seanwaters.substack.com:

I’ve been on Summer Solstice Sabbath — just coming out of a three-week window of sacred down-time. Tree swings, swimming pools, and the songwriter studio, prototyping a PERMA-Cycle for Interpersonal Happiness Studies.  

Beautiful Questions: How could we collaboratively “demo” our creative gifts?  What if we embraced collaborative creativity as a lyric philosophy? 

A demo, to quote wikipedia, is “recorded for limited circulation or for reference use.” Demos are “seldom heard by the public.” Short for “demonstration” — a demo shows what a song might be. In the 80s, you record a demo to cassette in hopes of a record deal. 

Today, you might “sing the news” on TikTok. 

Or you might share a google drive folder with people you respect and see what happens. 

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To create a demo is to destroy a demo. 

You’re destroying the way it has been to make the room for something new. 

You’re destroying the draft to birth the revision.

You’re destroying what you thought you were making to make way for what wants to be born. 

When you produce a demo, it’s like you’re making a sand-painting. As soon as you’re done, if you’re lucky, you’re going to dump it in the river, and it will be reborn.  

.  . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Sometimes I can’t let go of what I  love about a demo. We call it “demo-itis”: An attachment to how the song is now that prevents an embrace what it might be. 

This is a dangerous stance not only in music production, but also in long-term relationships with our lovers, our partners, our children, and ourselves. 

The trick, perhaps, is to accept celebrate what was, warts and moments-of-shining-brilliance and all, as a necessary aspect of what will be. Sometimes the demo (what was) makes the cut. But it’s healthy to let it go anyway, and trust that the well will refill. 

I always think of the Rick Rubin / Tom Petty sessions for Wildflowers, one of the all-time great albums: “half the songs they recorded . . . ended up on the cutting room floor.” 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Producer ↔️ Artist  ::  Facilitator ↔️ Friend 

How is the relationship between a producer and an artist like a facilitator and their clients and friends?  How like teacher/student, and coach/coachee?

The producer : 

helps the artist let go of what was

helps the artist see (and hear) what could be

works to bring out the best in the artist

sets the condition to honor the artist, considers set and setting  

attunes to the artist in real time  

listens for where the vision resonates  

makes the creative lifecycle go a bit easier

When you’re the producer and the artist, things can get messy.  

Which is one reason I’m sharing these early demos, warts and all. With any luck, we’ll make a handful of these tunes into something beautiful that I could never make alone. 

This is the essence of creation, education, and wisdom: it's more collaborative than you might think.  

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CREDITS: 
All songs written by Sean Charles Waters except: 
Feel it Swell, January Days, Lemon Memory and Patience written by Ehren Crumpler and Sean Charles Waters 

All vocals by Sean Waters with backing vocals by 
Brian Collins on Birds Like Me 
Anna Poliakon on Come Slowly Undone 
Erica Waters on Vampire 
Amara Waters on Box of Books and Pink Duckie 

All instruments by Sean Waters with 
Tyler Lindgren on Drums and Hammond B3 on Vampire
Zack Scott on Drums on Gifted Guitar, Summer Melts 
Dave Wisbon on Keys on Birds Like Me 
Ehren Crumpler on Electric Guitar on Box of Books, Bungalunga, Favorite Monkey, Seabird and Octopus, Adeline and Vampire 

All Instruments by Ehren Crumpler on Feel it Swell, January Days, Lemon Memory and Patience.

Production, Arrangements, and Engineering by Sean Waters
Production, Arrangements, and Engineering by Ehren Crumpler on Feel it Swell, January Days, Lemon Memory and Patience.

(c)(p) Syncopate Media 2025

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