Loving the rhythm section and alluring vocal. :)

Lovin the simplicity and classic 50's pop sound. Reverb for life.

Love the vocal on this. Camera Obscura-esque!

Awesome! Great song. Love  that Phil Spector drum sample

It’s all around
Daylight breaks on frozen ground
And I've never told you
How good it feels to grow old with you

The night is cold and hard as steel
But you and I will never feel
The silent night the shivering morning
This burning ember heats our home

Its all above
An icy wind. A burning sun
And I’ve never told you
How good it feels to come home to you

The night is ours. It’s short but sweet 
And desperate hours before the week
A daily grind a cold design
This burning ember heats our home

So cry out
What's wrong with the world?
Why can’t they see
Things like you and me?

It’s all around
Daylight breaks on golden ground
Have I ever told you
How good it feels to have grown old with you?

The night is hard and cold as steel 
But you and i will never feel
The hardened heart, the cold of shoulder
This burning ember heats our home

It's All Around

Rock n Roll Witch is the latest single from SheBeat working with Scottish Indie producer Ian White (The Wendys/ Sons of the Descent).
Inspired by a jingle SheBeat created for the radio show of the same name hosted by magical music journalist Zöe Howe, Rock n Roll Witch is all about embracing music as magic, dancing around the kitchen while you make your potions. 
SheBeat Jodie, a Liverbird living in Leith says: "This is witch pop at its finest. I am delighted to present a magical summer song, released in the week of the solstice and on my birthday, I hope you enjoy it's celestial vibes."

Rock n Roll Witch

Hello,
I have the pleasure to present you "Noise from Orbit", it's electronic space 🚀 But be careful, it can by very contagious when you get involved 🛸 👽 🙂
Hope it please you, I wish you much fun on this travel!
Cheers
Roger

The complete album GALACTIC ECHO, exlusif on Jamendo and Bandcamp! 
CJR-Music originals | more info also here: www.cjrogersmusic.com

Galactic Echo

Noise from Orbit

HQ License

The October 2022 DIAMC writing prompt was about displacement, taking a character either fictional or real and putting them into an alternative reality. I imagined a world where Little Red was all grown up and off to the bright lights and big city, in search of Mr Wolf.

Demo, recorded in the spare bedroom of our holiday cottage in Ackergill.



Little Red

Little Red she’s grown up proper
Little Red, nothing’s going to stop her
She’s going to shine, like the moon
Mr Wolf, big man in the city
Mr Wolf sure likes them pretty
In for a surprise, Mr Wolf
You’d better watch that back
Look both ways
She’s coming for her due
Little Red

Little Red, headed for the Hood
Telling Granny she is going to be good
She may be lying, but honest she’s trying
Little Red steps into his bar
Mr Wolf greets her with a snarl
“Hrrrrrrrr, Babe, you’re looking swell”
Little Red flicks back long hair
Walks by, ignoring his stare
“Make mine a double on the rocks 
And wipe that look, off your face,
I swapped out that blunt old axe,
For some Mace
And I’m not afraid to use it,
Don’t need a Woodcutter no more.”

Little Red, now she’s a star
Mr Wolf, he’s gone and bought her a car
And a house, and a yacht, and a ring
He fell under her spell
Little Red, she played him so well
But damn, that girl could sing
Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red

“Turned out there’d been a bit of a misunderstanding. Mr Wolf isn’t all bad, you know? Last I heard…he’d gone and bought Granny…a new condo”

Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red

"Turns out, it had all been a misunderstanding. Mr Wolf, well, he is all bad you know. In fact, the last I heard, he'd gone a bought Granny a new condo.

Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red

© S Barr 2022

Little Red - Demo

I think every home recording musician can relate to this sad lament.
Mixing up some soft rock and hard rock. Also, some flutes (because, they're jazzy cool man!)
Lyrics:
My neighbor
She works all day
She likes to come home
And sleep at night
In the peace and quiet
She tells me to keep my rock & roll down
I'm just trying to make
A little bit of rock & roll history
While I still can
Oh, but she tells me
To keep it real low
Keep it under
30 Db's (30 Db's!)
Oh, please!
I'm walking the walls
Like a church mouse
I'm just a man
And his guitar
Playing into headphones
(playing into headphones!)
When I feel like I need to crank things up
She tells me
"You've got to turn that racket down!"

Ohh I
I'll do everything
I'll play my
Soft marshmallow blues
(marshmallow blues!)
With flutes
I'm just a lonely rocker
Playing guitar
In my headphones
(in my headphones!)

She tells me to keep it down!
To keep it soft!
To keep it low!
To keep it quiet!
That's the way it goes
Now I play my guitar into my headphones
Into my headphones
(In my headphones!)

A Man, His Guitar, Playing Into Headphones

modern day

photos are memories I keep within my mind
stored in the basement in a crate I’ll never find
songs are the stories and the places I have been
authored before this mental knot I’m tangled in

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears

poets and prophets weave our words into their art
read in dramatic mien and spoken from their heart  
unseal the parchment let the words escape their cage
left with a book with seven hundred empty page

styles we made are old and frayed 
where all the past is filed away
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
the sky is wet with ink

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears
modern day is bland and beige
remembrance of the golden age
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
my heart is black as ink

Modern Day

Mycorrhizal Networks

music : Deepman https://soundcloud.com/deep-man-2-121969062
words and voices : Luciole Langevine

Lyrics and frenglish translation :

Des échardes de gel fichées au bout des doigts, tu égrènes, hésitante, ta vie ponctuée de graves intimes qui sonnent comme des glas.

Elles te poussent hors des murs sur la route déserte.
Et tu pars.

Et tu laisses en arrière le linceul ouaté quand le rythme têtu t'emporte à coups de croches sur l'asphalte luisant d'un jour à contre-temps.

Retracer le chemin du voyage à l'envers jusqu'à ouvrir la grille. 
Puis te laisser mener, lentement, par l'allée souveraine, au temple résonnant où s'accordent, nettes et brèves, les noires et les blanches au bout de tes doigts ranimés.

Le voilà, le sentier pour l'ombre et la lumière, la grâce du passage et le souffle ancien où s'évanouit le doute au cœur des origines.

Là s'élève, peau nue, la note bleue.

C'est elle qui te ramène à nous sur la frange de son aile.

Shards of gel stuck at your fingertips, you reel off, hesitantly, your life punctuated by intimate bass that rings like a death knell.

It pushes you out of the walls onto the empty road.
And you leave.

And you leave behind the padded shroud when the stubborn rhythm takes you away with eighth notes on the shiny asphalt of a day out of time.

Retrace the path of travel in reverse until you open the gate.
Then let yourself be led, slowly, through the sovereign alley, to the resonating temple where the black and white notes agree, clear and brief, at the tips of your revived fingers.

There it is, the path for shadow and light, the grace of passage and the ancient breath where doubt vanishes at the heart of origins.

There rises, bare skin, the blue note.

It is she who brings you back to us on the fringe of her wing.

Le Doute - Feat Deepman

Image: Elena Araja

Collaboration Altodream (compo, texte, musique, mix) et Marilyn Bras (chant, précieux conseils..)

L’ombre de mon vaisseau, plane sur les dunes,
Je tourne lentement, autour de la lune,
En apesanteur, mes cheveux dressés,
Dessinent les flammes, de la liberté

Si je perds le contrôle, que les moteurs s’affolent,
Je tombe comme une pierre, en route vers la Terre.

Je fais un parachute, de ma toile cirée,
J’ouvre le hublot, je le vois gonfler,
Je remonte en flêche, vers la voie lactée
Je salue une comète, qui me voit passer,

Mais les écrans s’affolent, je reperds le contrôle,
Je tombe comme une pierre, en route vers la Terre.

C’est la panique à bord, quelque soient mes efforts,
Je vais finir, par me réveiller,
Dans un lit trop petit, entourée de harpies,
Qui ne pensent qu’à me droguer,

Je ferme les yeux, je retourne sur la lune,
Je sens les roses, qui embaument les dunes,
Paraît que ce cachet, va tout arranger,
Je ferme les yeux, je retourne sur la lune,

Autour de la lune

Autour De La Lune

W.O.T by SUBSONIC DISSIDENCE
Album HOT WIRE (2023)

W.O.T

The Devil Might Have Won

Liverbird in Scotland, your new fav singer songwriter! Find my music & makings on Bandcamp, iTunes & Amazon or stream it onApple / Spotify etc - thank you for stopping by! 
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Rock n Roll Witch

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