This is beautiful, I just love them all, it's you, you're very good at everything, ... or at a lot of things ; )

Much enjoyed, well put together, beautiful!

Cool vocal, lovely feel to this song. Well done!

Very lovely Gwendoline. Harmonies are spot on. So good

teacups of golden love light

No one knows who wrote the nursery rhyme London's Burning. Was it about The Great Fire of London in 1666, did they have fire engine in those days, who knows? (Maybe Joe Strummer).
https://youtu.be/iZOJ-HzbQUg

A big thank you to Jonathan who played both acoustic & electric and did the mixing. He is such a talent!

London’s burning
Fetch the engine pour on water
London’s burning
I tell ya what I think we oughta
Push that fan up to full throttle 
Fill up all our water bottles 
Think that we are in big trouble
Again 
 
London’s burning
Burning here on Friday Street
London’s burning
Listen to the angry heat
Thomas Faryner’s not to blame
It did not start in Pudding Lane
It’s driving cars and aeroplanes
It’s insane 

London’s burning
People jumping off the bridges 
London’s burning
Some are climbing into fridges
I smell smoke
It gets your throat
And it’s no joke

London's Burning (with Jonathan Beckenstein)

In The Corner Of The Night

I was headed home thru Hattiesburg 
In an icy cold  December 
On a train: the Crescent City line
To my hometown for Christmastime

I was watching out the window
As the train pulled out into the snow
The western sky was glowing red
as the night turned purple overhead

Between the sunset and the evening stars
Planes were leaving long white scars
I’d given anything to be up there
Flying far away from here

That was years ago
The last time that I went home
Now I’d give anything to go back where I belonged

Oh, to walk down those familiar streets
In the town that held my secrets deep
To see the soft glow of the Christmas lights
In the windows around the old house of mine

To feel the warmth of Christmas from years ago
But things have changed so much I know
We all have gone separate ways
And it all feels so far away

Everyone I’ve known has come and gone
Friends and family that I depended on
That world is gone
And I stand alone 
I just want to go back home where I belong

If Christmas wishes did come true
I would have a million reason to 
Get back on the crescent city train
And start the new year home again

I just want to go back home

The Last Time I Went Home

February 2023 DIAMC prompt was to write a song inspired by a name, which was to be included within the title. 

Yesterday I sat down, wrote and recorded, this song about - and for - my beautiful almost, almost always friend. We met when I was 9 and she was 10. 


Gwendoline

Northern lights watched late, from garage roof
Swung on swings with Walkmans, in our youth
Oh my darlin’, times were simpler then

There’ve been darker days, tears amongst laughter
Can’t stay kids for ever, and after
Oh my darlin’, growing up can hurt bad
 
I just hope that I always had your back

Wish I still took time and wrote more letters
To have and hold, with love from sender
Cos my darlin’, you know I’m really glad

All  these years you’ve been there for me too
The  lovely  things you say,  and that you do
Oh my darlin’, you’re the friend I’ve almost, almost, always had

Through all the good and bad
The happy and the sad
Lucky to have Gwendoline

If you need me darlin’, you just call
You know I’ll catch you if you fall
If you need me darlin’, you just call
You know I’ll catch you if you’re falling

© S Barr 2023

Gwendoline - Demo

I’M IN A GOOD MOOD
AND I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND
BUT I DON’T MIND IF YOU DO
SO

I GOT THE GRATITUDE ATTITUDE
AND TO BE NASTY OR RUDE
I NEVER PROMISED I WOULD

BOMBS ARE POURING FROM THE SKY
FM
THIS WHOLE BIG WORLD’S JUST A LIE
C
BUT IT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I 
G
SHOULD CRY

I’M IN A GOOD MOOD
AND THERE’S NOTHING THAT YOU
OR ANYONE COULD DO
TO BREAK IT
C’MON BREAK IT MAN

I’M IN AN ALTITUDE ATTITUDE
I EAT SPIRITUAL FOOD
AND I SHIT IN THE WOODS

ICEBERGS CRUMBLING IN THE SEA
WE’LL BE DROWNED SOON YOU WILL SEE
THAT’S IF WE SURVIVE THE WAR
BUT IT WOULD TAKE SO MUCH MORE
TO BRING ME  DOWN

GOOD MOOD
GOOD MOOD
I’M IN A
GOOD MOOD
GOOD MOOD
LIKE I KNIOW I SHOULD
JUST LIKE I SAID I WOULD
LIKE EVERYBODY SHOULD
GOOD MOOD
GOOD MOOD

GOOD MOOD (Lyrics)

Lyrics:
I developed a magnetic field containment for the fusion of my emotional particles, and, in the intense delusion of ancient fables and forgotten prayers, I eluded the chaotic viscosity of my life.
The magnetic fragrance of hyperbolic equations forged the golden restraints that ties my astral body to the marble of the altar.
For the Dark Blade of Abstraction fought many wars to achieve His purest journey on the sands of eternity, far from the purple desires and the lust of blood, freed from the sensual tyranny of His Lord. 
I saw twelve Orc Female Warriors carry the swords of remorse and procrastination. Their iron boots crushed the shattered relics of my lost memories. They surrounded the altar and I gazed to my astral double through their lusty eyes. 
O Dark Blade of Abstraction, Your lingering words reverberate in my spine and electrify my sweaty shimmering skin. Your geometrical desire entered my heart long before the swords of remorse. 
The beauty of Your uncanny theorems liquefies the altar, melts my astral body into the ocean of pleasure, merges my senses with the fury of the Orc Warriors, connects my superconductive synapses to the heart of unknown galaxies.   
And I swim in the amniotic fluid of a pulsar. The echoes of my orgasms interfere with the counterpoint of a forgotten fugue. The fragrance of the Orcs’ sweat vanishes in the colourless vibration of time and space. Overwhelmed by the tide of geometrical poetry, I open my thighs to the lust of the music, and feel the ominous chords liquefy the focal centre of my desire. 
And I drink the wine of bliss and oblivion from the cup of Your fractal memories. And I kiss Your marble lips on the shore of eternity, Your quicksilver belly against my polyurethane skin.

Sensual Theorems

Vibratory Fusion Of Emotional Particles

This is what jamming with the great Johnny Minstrel sounds like. We always loved that light free airy sound. No added fx. Thanks Pravinand @johnny-minstrel

JM: electric guitar, harmonica

The Line (Brian Peters)

I was looking out my window on the first day of Spring
Thought I saw the Winter phantom, well he touches everything
We never know what's good or bad until one of them is gone
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

Well we're looking to the heavens and we haven't left the ground
Looking for the eternal in a world going down
This road just keeps you travelling, going on and on
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

I never know what's hurting, I never know what's true
But man is always restless about the things he always knew
It seems like it started from the day I was born
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

All of us are blinded, learning how to survive
Someone else may tell you, you got to keep hope alive
Well I'm staring out my window, I might see another dawn
Everyone is looking for the line between right and wrong

The Line (w Johnny Minstrel)

This track is the first of a new series of tracks that will eventually grow up into a new album "The Sanctuary Garden". As the name may suggest  the theme of this album is related to the nature, people, joy and happiness. Hopefully it will make you feel good and help escaping for a few minutes from the stressful life we have nowadays.
 So may the sun rise and shine over the world.

Sunrise

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBBKHkU8N5U

Summer Dreams

Solar Breeze

MlCK and l made this song over two years ago--He most generously agreed to let me Publish---You may have heard lt at his address- We both Love thls song very much, And we hope you do too!!:):)

Production and all orchestrations By Teth Sin
Lyrics and Singing ------by Stonerjazz

The Maestro

captured in the eddy of the river bright, the still life painted with the colors of the soul, the dead-eyed and the damaged wander through the landscape of the misty light without compassion for our plight.

even in the darkest night there’s drops of paint, notes from my guitar, and tiny light that usher in such lush delights, though worthless in the merchants eye, the maestro has the wings to fly…

it’s a big mess, got a hole in my chest, taken down and crushed like apples in a press, i confess to everything i’ve ever done. every single one of us… on the run.

when minds are quiet, the stink of revolution floats in the air, and the overlords they waste away in deep despair… slippin in the deep end not so quietly. fantastic sights!!
tin can rattle in the back, living in a tiny shack, standing in the middle of a two lane blacktop gazing at a cloud i saw some thirty years ago.

The Maestro  featurlng Teth Sin

Working freelance as the marketing manager for Universal Hall Promotions in Findhorn l was already immersed in live music, but in 2021 I discovered a passion for writing and performing my own songs. Since then I have taught herself to play tenor guitar and shruti box, incorporating these and looped samples to create multi-layered soundtracks for my lyrics. I can often be found out and about with my Zoom recorder, capturing moments in nature to weave into my songwriting.

https://shirleybarr.bandcamp.com/track/hardest-hand

Gwendoline - Demo

Shirley Barr

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