Pearson

Don’t blame me for the poor quality, especially vocals because I make music using my phone.

Hey! Mercy

Got away to the railroad tracks
By the river, on our backs
Look at the sky, it’s been so long
We are older but we’re acting young

Beautiful day to get away
Forget the job and the bills to pay
Laying under the sycamores
You are mine and I am yours
So let’s talk about... 
Where do we go from here?
Should we plan it out
Where do we go from here?

Stayin’ in and layin’ low
Try to do what’s apropo
Worry about the things I see
Just a plague of idiocy

A bunch of clowns took over the place
Need a plan B just in case
Gonna have to check my gut 
Brace myself for who knows what
Got me wondering 
Where do we go from here?
Doesn’t look too good
Where do we go from here?

Fell in love with someone who
Sees the world just like I do
Talked about some deeper shit
Really got down into it
We hit a groove and kept it going 
Giving space and getting along
Fast forward it up to today
We’re still together and turning gray
No need to ask, baby
Where do we go, where do we go from here?
I think we know, honey
Where do we go from here

Words and music by David F Wagoner

Fresh Candy

Where Do We Go?

Written by-Pete
Pete- Vocals,Guitar,Lead Guitar, Keyboards,Piano,Backing Vocals
Paul-Drums,Bass,Guitar

Game Play'in Woman

"A Love Like No Other"

Recollections of flowing memories from when you entered my life
Your long black flowing hair & those beckoning eyes that still call me
It was obvious that we were never through which is why I returned
And in this world, who could ever say they knew of romance like this?
A Love Like No Other

Am deeply sorry for the pain I caused from an addiction that destroyed me
You were always the one & I struggled to cope with all I could not say
As time slowly passes by, I know in my heart you will be back in my arms one day
A Love Like No Other, a girl that gave me a reason to smile
A Love Like No Other, the connection of two souls that become one

Shane Beck (The Last American Poet)

1 - A Love Like No Other - Shane Beck

While we wait for BARDS: Of The Shimmering Seraphs to finish physical production, in the meantime we are forging ahead with a new crop of songs for the next album. The next album will serve as a continuation of the oracle deck concept, featuring songs about "objects" - the first of which be this little song about the magical horn of the elusive and beautiful Aardvark Girl. It is also about a recently discovered strange dwarf planet at the farthest reaches of our solar system.

Gǃkúnǁʼhòmdímà  was discovered on 19 Oct 2007 at the Palomar observatory in California, at 9:09 UT. Gkunhomdima is a member of the extended scattered disc and is a trans-Neptunian object (TNO). Its orbit is inclined 23° off the ecliptic and is quite elliptical. It was knocked out of a normal orbit early in the history of the solar system, probably as Neptune migrated outward to its current position, which gives the high  inclination of Gkunhomdima’s orbit. However, there is no known orbital resonance with any other planetary body, except for its binary companion. Its ‘moon’, or secondary is called G!o’e !Hu (pronounced GOH ay KOO). Goeku means ‘horn’, or Oryx horn. And that takes us to a bit of mythology.

Gǃkúnǁʼhòmdímà is also the Beautiful Aardvark Girl of Juǀʼhoan mythology, who sometimes appears in the stories of other San peoples as a python girl or elephant girl; she defends her people and punishes wrongdoers using gǁámígǁàmì spines [devil’s thorn plant], a rain-cloud full of hail, and her magical oryx horn.

Drums and percussion, keyboards, backup vocals: R Thomas
Guitars, Mandolin, Melodica, Bass, Lead vocals, backup vocals: PS Perkins

LYRICS:
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Aardvark girl, come trumpet your horn
Bellow your clarion call
Summon your dark and impenetrable cloud
And let your hailstones fall

Are we just ants crawling around on the ground
Are we just termites in a crumbling mound

Scatter the poisoned thorns in their lane
May they tread upon those in their path
The stinging in their feet shall remind them
They’ll be dead before their next bath

Aardvark girl burrow down in your den
The night will be ending soon
The Oryx are gathered at the watering hole
And your face is in the moon

Are we just ants crawling around on the ground
Are we just termites in a crumbling mound
We are just ants crawling around on the ground
We are just termites in a crumbling mound

The Oryx of the Aardvark Girl

On the Fender Jaguar (Rhythm & Bassline) / Composition: Surfers Like Us, @user-411502040

On Synthesizer / Mixing / Production: @remnant60

On Weissenborn / Harmonica: Yours truly.
 
Original: https://soundcloud.com/user-411502040/chasing-the-clouds-away
Twin 1: https://soundcloud.com/user-411502040/clouds
Twin 2: https://soundcloud.com/remnant60/clouds-wsurfers-like-us-and-nathaniel-ehrnman

Greener Pastures

Clouds

Clouds (Jul. 2024)

Empty World by Jim Manser
mixed and produced by Russ sinfield 
taken from the forth-coming album Tales of generation x
2024
watch the music video on youtube
https://youtu.be/OeSaLV4wVV0?si=K_dXQc2Jhe2sBY3F

empty world

youtube

Empty World [watch the video on you-tube]

It is my pleasure to present to you “Like Rain” from the great and very talented RiZLiX!  The man is a phenomenal percussionist and musical magician. His wondrous works can be found here:
https://soundcloud.com/rizlixcollabs

Like Rain featuring RiZLiX (free download)

I started writing this in the seventies and first recorded it in the eighties. Finally decided to give it a new try. Just piano and vocals, with a touch of acoustic guitar, accordeon, and a few more details to bring joy and variety to the face of the land.

Assenta os dois pés na beira do abismo.
Enfrenta o mar. Resiste ao vento.
Não caias. Não temas.
Para quê nervosismo?
Despreza a vertigem. Respira o momento.
Não olhes para terra.
Verás a origem de tanta aventura,
de tanto lamento,
do patriotismo.
Verás desse monte os mastros desertos
que crescem e murcham no longe horizonte
com os braços abertos.
Cada barco carrega uma cruz
constrói um caminho no mar-labirinto de ventos incertos
e estradas de luz.

Os mastros por vezes dão frutos
e trazem notícias, saudades,
carícias de vagas fatais
que inventaram delícias
para os cascos cansados que dormem no cais.

E quando uma voz chamar na distância
verás a sereia, o ouro, a ganância.
Cairás com um grito.
Verás nessa altura que a pátria é um mito.
Só existe a vontade, a aventura, a ilusão.
Só existe a saudade que levas contigo
como um porto de abrigo no teu coração.

A saudade vai
no teu coração
como um porto de abrigo.

The Google translator produced a nice English translation:

Place both feet on the edge of the abyss.
Face the sea. Resist the wind.
Don't fall. Don't be afraid.
Why be nervous?
Ignore vertigo. Breathe in the moment.
Don't look at land.
You will see the origin of so much adventure,
of so much lamentation,
of patriotism.

From that mountain you will see the deserted masts
that grow and wither on the distant horizon
with open arms.
Each boat carries a cross
and builds a path in the labyrinthine sea of ​​uncertain winds
and roads of light.

The masts sometimes bear fruit
and bring news, memories,
caresses of fatal waves
that invented delights
for the tired hulls that sleep on the dock.

And when a voice calls in the distance
you will see the mermaid, the gold, the greed.
You will fall with a scream.
At that moment you will see that the homeland is a myth.
There is only the desire, the adventure, the illusion.
There is only the longing that you carry with you
like a safe haven in your heart.

Longing goes
in your heart
like a safe haven.

Porto De Abrigo

I’m calling out today
There’s not much to say
If I’m being honest, there’s just someplace else I’d rather be

Always doing what I ought to do
And now I laugh at all I thought I knew
Cuz if I’ve learned anything at all it’s that this life is fleeting.

There’s not much I’m sure of in this life
But one thing is for sure.
When I’m 84
I’ll never wish I’d worked more.

Took some time off a bit ago
I gave it up to watch the kids grow
I’m satisfied ‘cause somebody wise told me they're only young once.

So, throw the money out the door.
Fuck it I can always make more.
You can take it all away cuz the money can’t replace these summer months.

There’s not much I’m sure of in this life
But when I reach my end,
Reminiscing about back when
I know I won’t regret a second spent with them

There’s not much I’m sure of in this life,
But this one is a fact
The ones you love and the days you have
There’s some things in life you just don’t get back

Not Much I'm Sure Of

La mer y était belle chancelante et cruelle
Les bleus gris s’allongent pour des reflets

Evidence, c’est la danse du bord de mer
Enivrante comme le sel au goût amer
Captivante dans les reflux solitaires
La vague est là, comme des bras en l’air

Nous aspire dans les regrets les souvenirs reviennent
Et non plus de   vents mauvais des poussières de haine
Les flots lumineux ne font pas nos peines
Ni nos espoirs déçus ils nous enchainent.

Chorus

Eternelles, sont les vagues dans les veines
Superficielles, libèrent les corps

Toujours le fil de l’eau éclaire
Même les vagues ordinaires
Dans les flots bleus où l’on se perd
Il y a … la mer

La Mer

J’ENTENDS RIEN J’ENTENDS RIEN
J’ENTENDS PLUS RIEN DE RIEN DE RIEN
Y’A TROP DE TINTOUIN
J’ENTENDS PLUS LES CLAMEURS
LES ARMES AUTOMATIQUES
J’ENTENDS PLUS LA MUSIQUE 
TOUS LES SONS COULENT À PIC		         
TITANIC TITANIC

J’ENTENDS RIEN J’ENTENDS RIEN
J’ENTENDS PLUS RIEN DE RIEN DE RIEN
ET ÇA FAIT DU BIEN
J’ENTENDS PLUS LA COLÈRE
LE VENIN LA VIPÈRE
J’ENTENDS PLUS LA PANIQUE
NI LES TAC NI LES TIC
TITANIC TITANIC

J’ENTENDS RIEN J’ENTENDS RIEN
J’ENTENDS PLUS RIEN DE RIEN DE RIEN
TOUT CE BARATIN
                  
C’EST LE MONDE DU SILENCE
PLUS DE SON PLUS DE SENS
QUAND ON Y PENSE

LE MONDE EST SOURD
LES TEMPS SONT LOURDS

ECOUTE

J'ENTENDS RIEN  (Lyrics)

THE MAN IN THE MORNING
AND THE MAN IN THE EVENING
ARE TWO DIFFERENT ONES
ALTHOUGH THE SAME MAN
OOO

THE FIRST ONE IS CRAWLING
OUT OF BED WITH NO WARNING
HALFWAY DEAD IN SING SING
THEN HE CRAWLS HIS WHOLE DAY THROUGH
UNTIL HE MEETS YOU

I KNOW IT ALL ABOUT HIM       
AND HE KNOWS ALL ABOUT ME
WE ARE ONE WE ARE TWO
AND THE SAME MAN GOES FOR YOU 

THE MAN IN THE MORNING 
IS HANGING FROM THE CEILING
UNTIL COMES THE SECOND ONE
A SHOT OF BOURBON IN HIS HAND
HIS FEET BACK ON THE GROUND
CHEERS MAN 

LALALALALALALALALALA
LALALALALALALALALALA

I KNOW IT ALL ABOUT THEM
AND THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT ME
IN THIS PARANOID SYSTEM
SET ME FREE

THE MAN IN THE MORNING
IS THE MAN IN THE EVENING
ALTHOUGH DIFFERENT ONES
THEY ARE THE SAME MAN

AND WE’RE ALL THE SAME MAN
SAME WOMAN

THE SAME MAN (Lyrics)

Unabashed - (Eclectic Collective)

Fruit Monkey broken thought

Grateful if you could visit my video:
https://youtu.be/E8hQlSgudDc?si=xsLGAJbQO_ibci6Q

My latest is a tune based around a couple of acoustic guitar parts. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for listening :)

Lyrics:
Another year, another bad debt
Snow is on the ground
Follow a trail of broken promise
Lost and never found
Its hard to know
When things go wrong 
And  word is on the street
The last to know 
And the only one 
To leave 

Even though we’ve been full circle
The ice is something new 
And tonight it’s unfamiliar
A place I thought I knew
I feel the dark 
And taste the cold
There’s nothing  here to see
The last to know 
The only one 
To leave 

Waking up too early
A bright light in my eyes
The clues were all around us
Thrown away with all the lies


In the morning I come looking
Somewhere in the snow
I know the footprints will be buried 
No where else to go
The wind gets up
The ghost has gone 
No hope of a reprieve
The last to know 
And The only one 
To leave

The Last To Know

Decided to try recording a short version of this country song recorded by Merle Haggard in 1968.

Today I Started Loving You Again - Cover by Tony

Dear friends, I really hope that we poor people on this earth will be able to experience many, many seasons in the future as well!
Sometimes it looks bad!

How many Seasons

I can feel the wind blowing from the ocean
it is so strong - it comes straight from south east
it is so hard for the birds
to be able to fly with their wings
and it feels that the autumn is here


When all is okey, I can see colors
of yellow and red with some green in between
and soon the trees will loose their leaves
but the trees will be lovely anyhow
and it feels that the autumn is here


The kids love to kick around in the dry leaves
which explode to the sky - it’s a power-ful sight
but sometimes the kids will be wet
and their mothers might sometimes get mad
and it feels that the autumn is here

I wonder now - how many seasons
can I survive - before my days are gone
it is so important to take care
of what nature will provide for us
so I can feel that the autumn has come

How many Seasons - 2024-10-28 15.04

LYRICS 
I heard her coming in at midnight
I said honey where you been
She said I've been to the movies
With Sue and my best friend Janine

She said we been talking
Seemed like for hours and hours
I said why don't you call me
You know that I worry, She said I'm sorry

I said what was the movie
And she said I don't know
I didn't take no notice
It was just somewhere to go

And she said we been talking
Seemed like for hours and hours
I said why don't you call me
You know that I worry, She said I'm sorry

Instrumental

And she said we been talking
Seemed like for hours and hours
I said why don't you call me
You know that I worry, She said I'm sorry

I said why was you talking
Is there something I should know
She said now honey don't be silly
But her face just let it show

And she said we been talking
Seemed like for hours and hours
I said why don't you call me
You know that I worry, She said I'm sorry

I heard her coming in at midnight

Fade




Coming in at Midnight

** A QUESTÃO DO FUTURO **

Por muito negro que seja o livro do passado,
o futuro é sempre uma página em branco...

Se queres saber o que é o futuro,
dou-te uma resposta inocente:
É como um filho prematuro
da gravidez que é o presente.

Porque o presente sempre está
com a barriga dilatada,
sempre a parir um venho já,
um porvir que ainda agora é nada.

Convém agora meditar:
Esse porvir, esse talvez,
é tempo para nos libertar
da nossa humana insensatez.

Dá-me tua mão. Vamos dançar,
que esse porvir, esse talvez,
talvez nos traga um madrugar
que leve as dores da gravidez.

Penso que o mais que podemos
fazer nesta curta vida
é tocar com a mão que temos
outra que esteja estendida.

E, desse contacto breve,
tentar extrair a verdade,
um feixe de luz que leve
ao fundo da eternidade.

Here is an English translation:

** The Question of the Future **

No matter how dark the book of the past is,
the future is always a blank page...

If you want to know what the future is,
I'll give you an innocent answer:
It's like a premature baby
of the pregnancy that is the present.

Because the present is always
with a dilated belly,
always giving birth to an I'm coming,
an upcoming that is yet still nothing.

It is now worth meditating:
This future, this perhaps,
is a given time so we can get free
of our human foolishness.

Give me your hand. Let's Dance,
because this future, this maybe,
may perhaps bring us a dawn
that will take away the pains of pregnancy.

I think the most we can
do in this short life
is to touch with our hand
another that is begging.

And, from that brief contact,
try to extract the truth,
a beam of light that will takes us
to the end of eternity.

A Questão Do Futuro

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

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