Intense and quite stirring to the soul, bravo!

loving it! excellent soundscape, lovely vocal melody full of folk tradition. Excellent delivery Brilliant just brilliant

I enjoyed the delicacy added to the sombre feel.

Such a delicate approach! Well felt, and beautifully sung, esp the harmonies.

Gorgeous vocals. Haunting atmosphere youve created here.

Just gorgeous. Love how you’ve got the sea & seagulls sound in there (invert recently did the same in part of a recent collab as well). It helps paint a scene. Really fantastic vocals too, as I’m sure others have said...

hey    I’m doing okay
doing okay
and that’s okay

I’m     finding a way
to stay
today

up all night with the owl
neither fish nor fowl
human of a fashion
senses in possession

oh, you know how time flies
wind dries the rain

so you go    embrace me
release me again

you    your night is yours
sleeping shore (sure)
open door

dreams offer clues
you might choose
up to you

don’t it make you wonder
at the grief we’re under
pull the covers over
one more dark/deep December

oh, you know how life goes
grass grows anew

so you slow    unfold now

day glows for you
day shows for you
day flows for you

TASCAM DR-05

one more deep december

If you could see inside my mind what is it you'd hope to find?...

And Joseph said Daad, 
I’ve got your sanity right here in my pencil case

There’s more to the eye             
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

She was walking the streets
In the cool autumn air
The thoughts in her brain
Seemed to shine in her hair

Just like an add 
on YouTube TV

The spark in her eye                     
Sayin don’t skip me

You could buy it
Or Lease it
With low APR 
And Nothing to finance                 
               Not even a caaarr
                                             
 oh          ohhhhh   oh  
 ah bah bah         ahhhhh

   And No! this was real 
   her thoughts just flowed out 
   Like Miranda or Shakespeare
   On-a-wing-and-a poout
   
   I stood there and gaped
   My mouth hanging down
   The drool and the sweat
   
   A dumb founded clown

   How could her thoughts
   Be visible to me?
   Each clear & distinct
                               
   Like one, two, threeeeeee

 ahhhh hahhhh ha
 bahhh bah ba 

All these words Of hand written lice
They crawl up the walls 
And hit you just twice

The meaning    
The sounds

Are not what they seem
The concepts the pronouns

I whip them like cream

If I could see hers Could she see mine?
How would this play?
                            
What’s my next liine?

HOh ohhhhh hohhhhh 
ahh bah bahhhhhhhh

ahhhhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh

If she     
could read my mind

What
do you think she’d find?

Blue Skies 
or Acid Rain?
Smoke      
from a passing train?

Compassion 
in purple hue?                                              
A house         
with an ocean view?

oh huh hoohhhh
ah bahhhh bah
oh ohhhh hooohhh
        
A chair with a chicken leg?
                                                            
A thong         
or a hard boiled egg?

If you 
could see inside my mind
      
What is it     
you’d hope to find?
      
A faster      
than lightspeed car?
                                  
Cold fusion
inside a jar?

World peace 
and butterfly stew?                                           
Nice flowers and Jesus too?
Soft Linens and Battle cries?                                        
Greasy hair 
and curly fries?
Brass door knob, 
a poor beached whale?

hard copies 
of last year’s mail?

ohh ...

There’s more to the eye 
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

Fizzledizzle 
Didgeridoo!

In Mind

Inspired by the poem 'Beccan of Rum' by poet Les Bates, from his collection Light Down The Loch. Demo, recorded at home.

Papadil 

I will leave my love bright sea pink
Psalter in his hand
I will leave my love fresh ewe’s milk
While he walks the sands
While he walks the sands

I will row my boat through darkness
Clear stars in his eyes
I will scull my oars to find him
While he stares at skies
While he stares at skies

Papadil
Oh Papadil 
Papadil
Oh Papadil 

My first love, as a maiden of fifteen
Brightness in his wake
I’ve loved him two score years and five
But my love he did forsake
My love he did forsake

I still leave my love bright sea pink
Psalter in his hand
I still leave my love fresh ewe’s milk
He once walked these sands
He once walked these sands

Papadil
Oh Papadil   
Papadil
I love him still

© S Barr 2022

Papadil - Demo

Since I Met The Master # 008, Gene Jumper, ( Original)

Since I Met The Master, # 008 Gene Jumper, ( Originial )

The Outpost (Rough cuts and demos 5)

This most powerful Incantation made available to the reader is in fact intended to exhume or exorcise anything which has become attached to the subject. Again, the correct interpretation of this Incantation requires some triangulation between subsequent reference texts and various analysis. The language pertaining to the spell is particularly obscure. Written in a curious blend of Latin and the authors own arcade idiolect. Here and now are several facts about The incantation ...

Assassin Monk Speaks With Out Voice

https://youtu.be/0puKZAdlqVg
https://soundcloud.com/231219/mmxxiiviiviilngwck

MMXXIIIVIXIIICCSSBL

Retro track from the album 'Pure Magic' artwork by Fiona

Fugue For Thought Remaster

[get off my]Blueberry Nights(free download,if you want!)

Copyright 2020 Daniels & Durgy
Gentle Rain Records
Written, performed and produced by: Daniels & Durgy

Lyrics:
Hey, Wildflower
It’s what you call me when I'm in the deep.
Your voice drifts to my high tower.
As I’m watching for that setting sun to keep

But if you wonder how I feel about you, 
if my love is real

Well, I’m a wildflower
Unbridled like a summer storm
And in your garden I belong 
Where the Robin sings me like song 
And I’ll be basking in your sunlight
In your gentle rain I’ll feel right
Beneath it all..   a Wildflower

Instrumental

My words fail to reflect my mind,
To tell you how I feel in side.. 

‘Cause I’m your Wildflower
Unbridled like a summer storm
But in your garden I belong 
Where the Robin sings me like a song 
And I’ll be basking in your sunlight
In your gentle rain I’ll feel right
Beneath it all..  Your Wildflower 
Beneath it all..  Your Wildflower

Echo In The Dark

Wildflower

Musique EmmaJack
Paroles : Vincent Rothenburger
https://youtu.be/LLzR5PntlXM
Les pluies acides 
-Les parricides  Sont à plaindre Car ils sont orphelins -L'extralucide ne peut craindre les plis de son destin -Par temps humide Les noyés Lèvent les yeux au ciel -Les pluies acides Font pousser Les fleurs artificielles  Les catastrophes  Atténuent  La surpopulation -On a l’étoffe Décousue Des héros en cal’çon -L’amour trucide Sans pitié  Les marguerites si belles -Les pluies acides  Font pousser  Les fleurs artificielles  -Les W-C sont Sans issue Dans les débits d’ boisson -En avril on A pendu Haut et court les poissons -On se suicide par gaieté Car l’amour donne des ailes -Les pluies acides  Font pousser Les fleurs artificielles  -L’air se voit quand Il fait jour Les cibles sont plus belles -L’air nonchalant Des vautours A dévoré le ciel -Masques du vide Tes baisers Font des trous dans mes ailes -Les pluies acides  Font pousser Les fleurs artificielles

Les pluies acides 🌸

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

Papadil - Demo

Shirley Barr

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