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First song I worked with Henry on in 2016. Many more songs were made after that but this is a cover and a tribute to David Bowie. We thank you for listening!

Henry Robeen: Vocals, Bass, Synth
Me: Guitars
Jonathan Bell: Drum set

This song is the property of the David Bowie Estate

The Man Who Sold The World (with Henry Robeen)

Philosopher's Stone (For three guitars)

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
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Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

A JOURNEY INTO THE MEMORIES OF A CHILD WHO, WITH PLAY AND LEISURE, CARRIED OUT, WITHOUT KNOWING IT, THE TRADITION OF AN INIMITABLE HISTORICAL PERIOD, AND WHO SHAPED THE MINDS OF AN ENTIRE CIVILIZATION.

80' CONNECTION

Taken from the upcoming debut full length album (planned to be released mid-2024 - "Rock and Roll Kills").
(p) & (c), 2024.
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/t5sGg8f5L50
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lyrics:
I say let's get outta here, let'go where noone's near
and don't let fear reign on you

I say let's climb the highest mountains, let's drink from the holy fountains
and don't go back anymore

Don't take anything for granted, now the world's gone haunted
and this is what i say , from now on...


Grateful, not stranded
faithful like there's no tomorrow
ohhhhhh ohhhhhh

not dreadful nor abandoned
not shameful like there's no tomorrow
ohhhhh ohhhhhh

You got scared, trembling from fear
Like there's no one here, but you've got all that you need

material, this useless serial, your soul is imperial
don't let vanity make your demons feed.

Rock and Roll Kills

No Tomorrow

We make promises 
that are not kept.
To love us, to be faithful to us,
until the last day. 

I'm torn inside 
Was i really that blind?  
My memories of good days 
Make me sad today

Reality dulls 

How could it get so far?
What has happened to us? 
All the questions that torment me 
When the time is up 

I'm torn inside 
Was i really that blind?  
My memories of good days 
Make me sad today

Reality dulls 

My world is broken.  
My dreams conjure up madness.  
The wheel of time keeps turning.  
My heart has to accept this 

I'm torn inside 
Was i really that blind?  
My memories of good days 
Make me sad today

Reality 



Reality (Synth&Keys)

Time stopped in Santa Cruz.

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I created this composition, like others, between 2014 and 2016.

I finished work and went with my iPad to create music.

The center of all this time was the neighborhood of Santa Cruz, in the center of Seville, my city.

Anyone who visits my city will inevitably pass by there.

Some of my favorite tapas places are there.

The terraces of some hotels have spectacular views from which you can enjoy the city while having a drink, a coffee, a wine, or whatever you prefer. I know them all.

The small squares full of tranquility, the murmur of water from some fountains, the sensation of feeling history as a pure essence! or the smell of orange blossom, which permeates everything around this time of year, make me enjoy something special that, in some way, I need. It's hard to explain, but that's how it is.

And there it seems that time stops.



12 tracks from Music Studio 2 with original instruments and from the Xewton forum.

1 Track with Sunrizer synthesizer
1 Track with Kv331 Synthmaster 
1 Track with X pad.


DAW. MS2
Hardware. ipad

Mix. My car. 🚘

Thank you for your listening and comments

Paco.

Time Stopped In Santa Cruz ( Nv 2024)

Cage City

my daily journey through my hometown...just a few impressions

Schlump

1) Composed by Johann G. Ebeling (1637-1676)
Soprano & Tenor unison Duo.

2) Composed by Jacob Van Eyck  (1590-1657)
(Soprano Recorder & Fx solo).

 AI image art.


All my heart this night rejoices / Preludium of Voorspel.

Time And Space

Night Piano

Experimental pop using combinations of Analog Digital  and Granular engines.
Vocal Ghost Hack

All Of My Heart

Abuse

open your eyes .mp3

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RAGE ASTRONOMICA

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
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No Tomorrow

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