Related tracks: Faded (What a Day)

This track ended up reminding quite a bit of the Dutch rock band Focus from the early 70's ( mainly from the vaguely operatic voices I used ) hence the title! I only made this connection when I'd finished it believe-it-or-not. Once again it was made in GarageBand.

Out of Focus


Events in life and encounters with people slowly but inevitably turn into memories, like footprints in the sand. And only the echo expands and becomes larger ... 


Memories

Way overdue for something new but I've been living in exile without the usual, albeit modest, setup I'm used to. So this might be pretty rough. And it's full of the usual horror at political realities and way full of schmaltzy velveeta. 

Guitarist note:  I don't have amps at present and was struggling to find a decent direct sound. There is a *free* VST plugin by Neural Amp DSP and online libraries of tone prints, also free, that came to the rescue. Highly recommended.

it's alright for you as long as it's alright
you don't mind what they do in the broad daylight

it never could be you

but you don't see the way you're blinded
they'll never drag you down to the places meant for those

do you feel the color of your soul
when you live with love suspended hiding in a hole
the moment is yours but you don't believe 
you won't believe what lies there ripening 
growing in your mind without you knowing

now it could be you

and as you feel the weight of the binding
you know they're dragging you down to the places meant for those

to liberate the light of every heart and mind
you can say it never paying any price

there's a little part of everyone that knows 
we're only playing separate lives 
till true faith arrives

if there's every gonna be a change 
let it start right here

you know it could be you

It Could Be You

My EP SUPERNOVA contains two Japanese songs, and this is one of them. I have never released a song in Japanese before, but I took the plunge and decided to release these. It's a song recorded in one take with my acoustic guitar and vocal. The tempo is middle tempo (I didn't use the metronome function so I don't know the BPM). 3m58s. The main genre is Folk. This is a gentle and slightly blue song. Link to major platforms : https://linkco.re/E2aRhZS6

Lyrics : (Alright)

悲しい湖を通り過ぎ
僕は明日へと辿り着く
もし僕が人生を捨てたなら
あなたは三度笑うでしょう

Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be

見知らぬ人に笑われて
僕は明日から戻るでしょう
僕の果てなき探究は
きっとあなたへと帰ってゆく

Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be

涙を見たくて
涙を流したくてOh
僕は僕は
きっと戻るね

悲しい湖を通り過ぎ
僕は明日へと辿り着く
もし僕が人生を捨てたなら
あなたは三度笑うでしょう

Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be
Let forever be

FOREVER BE

Hey, it's been a while!  
Glad you're visiting. 

Make Friends with the End

 You know how it feels
When things are getting dire
And you reel, try to run
Just as things are catching fire
And you feel time compress
As your vision starts to tunnel
Swallow hard, catch your breath
Put your hands out just a little
And make friends with the end

You know how it feels
When the sky is growing darker
On your own, look around
As your vision starts to falter
Try to see, feel the ground 
And as midnight is approaching
You give in, let it win
And embrace medianoche
You make friends with the end
You make friends

You know what it's like
When things are getting stranger
And you're sure that it's real
And you know that you're in danger
Makes you shudder just a little
Must be your imagination
Hear a whisper like a riddle
Ride a ghost hallucination 
Ride a ghost hallucination
Ride a ghost

You know how it feels 
When the tide is rising higher
And you paddle, try to float
Then swim out a little further
As the current starts to pull 
And you slow down your resistance
Swallow hard, take a breath
You’ll be in it for the distance
You'll make friends with the end
Make friends with the end

Make Friends with the End

Inspired by Blade Runner & the TI-84 - this is the instrumental version of a track recorded last year. A slow unraveling. Synth textures and reverb-soaked guitars curling around each other like smoke. Best for driving alone, somewhere between the last gas station and the edge of the simulation. Bass by @zengazer

CoSine - Instrumental

New Song here, finally.  A slower version than what I'd like.  Hope you enjoy it.

Egg And Chicken

Nihilist film noir existential jazz fusion detective dance music for our AI future  days.  Human music.
From the Album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
Another dark night in the promised land
Experiencing the universes empathic crushing hand
There are people today creating symphonies
With well worded prompts
You know me, I'm staying out of sight
At  late night haunts

I'm investigating black markets
Where people sell off all of their free will
They said you were gonna love me
But I could never ever seem to get my fill

The people out here 
They don't believe in nothing
No God of any kind
You said you were gonna love me
But I could not give you the reason why

You learn to live... (The AI prayer of life)

Another stoned day in the promised land
Experience randomness
And technologies charismatic helping hand
Hypothetical lovers through the screen
She said she was gonna love us
But circuits don't know what I mean

A whispered dream
Asato Ma Sadgamaya
(Hindu Prayer: Lead me from the unreal to the real)
Like a primal scream

Alter your creative spirit
(change the configuration)

Alter your consciousness
(change the configuration)

Alter your soul
(change the configuration)

Alter humanity
(change the configuration)

I'm like a primal scream
How docile we've become
I love how docile we've become...

Asato Ma Sadgamaya

Forever

Chiara:  Vocals, Girl on the Photography
Nino Chikviladze:  Violin
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Synths, Vocals

This song is based on a poem by Tim Cannon who passed away three years ago. 
Thanks so much, Chiara & Nino!

Bright Eyes  ft. CHIARA

Öoove

A slightly different mix of a track I have posted already. This one has the drums coming in a little earlier in the song. I'll have this mixed properly and mastered at some point.  Lindsey Kay Scott, my daughter,  is singing the lead on this song.

© 2024 Lyrics & Music By Brenda Doss (BMI) and Lindsey Kay Scott (ASCAP)
Another version with the lyrics are here: 
https://on.soundcloud.com/HlK8AfD7cum2rXkYeX

My Home - Remix

My Home - Remix - ft. Lindsey Kay Scott

Written by Finn Eces this is a song about believing in yourself and not always looking at what the Jones's have, Be happy with what you have, although i do rather like the sports car that mister Jones has :-) 
Thank you Finn for giving me the opportunity to Sing along with you on this great song. Great Analog feel to it and a great poppy vibe. 

Written, performed and produced : Finn Eces 
Vocals : Johnny Mc Farlane

Someone Else's Dreams

Super impressed by my buddy @dough-factory 's rhyming skills on here! This one started out as a beat from Ryan, I added trippy synth, organ and guitar noodling then sent back to him. He mixed, arranged and added the killer vocals as well as some record skips that add a nice touch.

Faded (What a Day)

A little reminder that summer isn't quite over yet - "Here shall he see no enemy, but winter and rough weather"

"Under the greenwood tree" is the second song in Roger Quilter's cycle of Shakespeare songs. It appears in "As You Like It", Act II, Scene 5.

Piano accompaniment as always by the wonderful Helen Roberts.

We hope you'll enjoy it, as well as the very last days of summer :).

Lyrics:

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Under the Greenwood Tree (Roger Quilter - with Helen Roberts)

Cast of Characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals, lyrics, Ovation acoustic guitar, and composition
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and upright piano
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Collings mandolin
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST fiddle
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Earle Scruggs custom banjo, production, mix, and mastering

This is the latest in our series of songs Carl has written about us. Being as both Tez, a lifelong, and to a lesser degree, Carl are Manchester United fans, Carl siezed on the opportunity to celebrate their shared fandom. Although the lyrics are a little inscrutable to us Americans, we love that football (soccer) fans from across the pond will know exactly what he's talking about. 
  Carl wrote this song on his acoustic guitar, and upon sharing it with us, we weren't sure as to the direction we wanted to take it. JJ threw down first, adding his good-time-sounding upright piano and strikingly beautiful organ to the mix first. Enchanted with Carl's composition, Josh next added his bass and mandolin both in the same recording session, without even closing his DAW. Mark was in right after, adding his friendly fiddle solo as well as fiddle fills throughout. Being as the song is about him, Tez came along shortly after and added the tuneful intro and outro on his guitar. Then, as it was just about to sit for a while, Ken added his very tasteful, perfect drums to the mix, thus completing the rhythm section. 
  Before we put a bow on it, though, Stephen made it back from his week in the Colorado wilderness in time to add his magical banjo to the mix. Speaking of mixes, now it was time for one, and we turned it over to him, our in house pro, to do the honors.
  We all really enjoyed working on this one. It is an example of Eclectic Collective taking one of Carls songs and having our way with it. Always a team effort getting it over the line, but we always manage to do it. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Division Two Champs, '75
Small consolation for '74 cries
Fan wow land psyched
True Red Devil in this life

We fell to Leeds
Last Division 1
We had the Irish
Man, I followed them
McGrath didn't train
A different breed
Golden era
Boozed up greats as seed

Then, we mostly won
But still, these moments to memories shone
Keane's end at Juventus
His team's power won
Beast perseverance
2-3 semi so they march on

Teddy & Ole
Broken Bayern lines
Videos with no YouTube
In sport mad mind

Great from great, Cantona
Flying curve ball martial artist
Old Leeds leech
A la French finest

Man Utd before Glazier fud
Old Trafford dreams
Red Devil blood
A fan forever no matter loss
Good grinding Fergie
Our hairdryer boss

True Red Devil
Hughesy's volleys
Arsenal disheveled
Good Giggsy speed
End to end
Back of the net
Great teen we get
Front of our dreams

True Red Devil
Scars from Aguero
And Barce's better
New cycles please
We've been Malcolmed
Bought like shop
These greedy Glaziers fucking up
Our theatre of dreams

If only for Fergie time
We'd be doing just fine

True Red Devil-Eclectic Collective

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
_________________________________________________________________________________

Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

« La musique est pour les musiciens, le poème pour les poètes, la stupidité pour les stupides, mais l'amour est donné à celle qui le mérite. »
(Sivi le Poète, L'amour)

Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore
Victor Hugo
Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore !
Quand l’amour s’en va, l’espoir fuit.
L’amour, c’est le cri de l’aurore,
L’amour c’est l’hymne de la nuit.
Ce que le flot dit aux rivages,
Ce que le vent dit aux vieux monts,
Ce que l’astre dit aux nuages,
C’est le mot ineffable : Aimons !
L’amour fait songer, vivre et croire.
Il a pour réchauffer le coeur,
Un rayon de plus que la gloire,
Et ce rayon c’est le bonheur !
Aime ! qu’on les loue ou les blâme,
Toujours les grand coeurs aimeront :
Joins cette jeunesse de l’âme
A la jeunesse de ton front !
Aime, afin de charmer tes heures !
Afin qu’on voie en tes beaux yeux
Des voluptés intérieures
Le sourire mystérieux !
Aimons-nous toujours davantage !
Unissons-nous mieux chaque jour.
Les arbres croissent en feuillage ;
Que notre âme croisse en amour !
Soyons le miroir et l’image !
Soyons la fleur et le parfum !
Les amants, qui, seuls sous l’ombrage,
Se sentent deux et ne sont qu’un !
Les poètes cherchent les belles.
La femme, ange aux chastes faveurs,
Aime à rafraîchir sous ses ailes
Ces grand fronts brûlants et rêveurs.
Venez à nous, beautés touchantes !
Viens à moi, toi, mon bien, ma loi !
Ange ! viens à moi quand tu chantes,
Et, quand tu pleures, viens à moi !
Nous seuls comprenons vos extases.
Car notre esprit n’est point moqueur ;
Car les poètes sont les vases
Où les femmes versent leur coeurs.
Moi qui ne cherche dans ce monde
Que la seule réalité,
Moi qui laisse fuir comme l’onde
Tout ce qui n’est que vanité,
Je préfère aux biens dont s’enivre
L’orgueil du soldat ou du roi,
L’ombre que tu fais sur mon livre
Quand ton front se penche sur moi.
Toute ambition allumée
Dans notre esprit, brasier subtil,
Tombe en cendre ou vole en fumée,
Et l’on se dit :  » Qu’en reste-t-il ? « 
Tout plaisir, fleur à peine éclose
Dans notre avril sombre et terni,
S’effeuille et meurt, lis, myrte ou rose,
Et l’on se dit :  » C’est donc fini ! « 
L’amour seul reste. Ô noble femme
Si tu veux dans ce vil séjour,
Garder ta foi, garder ton âme,
Garder ton Dieu, garde l’amour !
Conserve en ton coeur, sans rien craindre,
Dusses-tu pleurer et souffrir,
La flamme qui ne peut s’éteindre
Et la fleur qui ne peut mourir !
Victor Hugo, Les contemplations, 1856

https://www.poetica.fr/poeme-5979/victor-hugo-aimons-toujours-aimons-encore/

Aimons toujours

Some nice sounds with my Friends, 
so good that i have a Team like that,
Schmitt - Guitar
lofi Menta - Bass https://soundcloud.com/user-672449547
Joerxworx - Saxophon https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Ratzzz - Keys im Fuchsanzug

Lunatics 248 the lucky Strike / lofi Menta - Schmitt - Joerxworx & Ratzzz

Hold me tight

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