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Believe

the Gravity of Paper Dolls

Hello my friends This is my new track... I hope you like it
Dreaming is free...
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Dreams

It’s difficult for people to escape doubt. No matter how good things may seem at any point in our lives, there are always moments of concern, of counter-thought and worry that lurk in the shadows of our imagination. Few things are without blemish and most of us can be unforgiving in the presence of imperfection. Thus, the shadows and the darkness that seeks to stifle the light.

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2023
Gentle Rain Records 
Available to Buy: danielsdurgy.bandcamp.com/
Written Performed & Produced by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
Nat Daniels: vocals, piano, organ, bass & percussion
Craig Durgy: vocals and guitar

Lyrics:
Shadows of Doubt by Daniels & Durgy

Love can come, through the wind and rain
But too much sun, burns it all away
What I thought was fun,
What I thought would stay
Is up and gone like a Christmas Day

You appeared and your lips were true
Through the fear, I was lost in you
It was all so clear, but the moments flew
Then it slipped away with the slightest clue

But I still want you, but do I dream
Is my judgment, too extreme
Am I searching for an excuse
Could I ever, really cut you loose

As love grows, time reveals
Everything it knows, coming off its wheels
Dealing blows, does it blow the deal
Does it show what my heart should feel

Just a couple words, did I read ‘em wrong
Cause the way I heard, hit me pretty strong
The doubt occurred, like a half-wrote song
Throw it all away and just move along.  

But I still want you, but do I dream
Is my judgment, too extreme
Am I searching for an excuse
Could I ever really cut you loose
No, I just can’t let you loose.

Shadows Of Doubt

They Came From Outer Space

If there is a place called heaven, it would be here!

Southern Island

Southern Island (南の島)

all instruments: stonerjazz https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679
remix and narration: sonic structures and silent stretches
image: the same collab
info: there are more versions of this canto to emerge from other collab partners. LOOKING FORWARD!

narration: the thirteen canto poem finds its way into sound, a slice at a time

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.


When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.


And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.


Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.


 His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

Departure Canto IV with Stonerjazz

Me and Jesus was written by Tom T. Hall and released in 1972. Many artists have recorded the song after Tom recorded it. The song has become a very popular Country and Gospel song.

Me And Jesus - Cover by Tony

Agent

No Mo Jo

Rainy DayZ 145 Bpm

Big Big Thanks Joerg , great sax again here, 
I use some new VSTs, Piano- Gentleman!!!! Great one with the Rhodes Backing, hope you folks like it
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Lunatics 118 Hollidays At Home/ Joerxworx & Ratzzz

The Busker (Piano Improv)

Dusk To Dawn

Hober Mallow: Master Trader, Mayor of Foundation, ultimately iconic hero of the Foundation

This re-mix strengthens and simplifies the drumming, improves the compression and it's also shorter...

Hober Mallow (Remix and Remaster)

All of the people throughout history
Who used the earth so thoughtlessly
Now there’s not much left for us at all
Cause our shortsighted ancestors dropped the ball

A hundred years ago the experts predicted
That we would ruin the earth
But the people persisted 
If we could turn back time and do it all again
Maybe this time the earth would be our friend

What a terrible awful mess we’ve made

The old people speak with a gleam in their eyes
Of childhood memories and clear crystal skies
They say that once the sky was blue
And children played upon the land

A hundred years ago the experts predicted
That we would ruin the earth
But the people persisted 
If we could turn back time and do it all again
Maybe this time the earth would be our friend

What a terrible awful mess we’ve made

They made such a mess such a godawful mess
I hope they at least had a good time
They lived so large off the fat of the land 
And now it’s payback time 

Our ancestors were shortsighted and now their children pay
Awakening each morning to greet the tainted day
Gazing out across an endless barren plain
No more amber waves of grain

If we could turn back time and do it all again
Maybe this time the earth would be our friend

What a terrible awful mess we’ve made

They made such a mess such a godawful mess
I hope they at least had a good time
They lived so large off the fat of the land 
And now it’s payback time

If We Could Turn Back Time

Djayz ( dont on peut entendre la superbe musique sur Soundcloud) a rappelé à mon souvenir le célèbre "Duo des fleurs" de l'opéra Lakmé de Léo Delibes; Alors j'ai gardé en tête les premières notes du duo et, de là, j'ai composé une petite rêverie qui n'a rien à voir avec lui, avec différents claviers, une guitare douze cordes et quelques autres ingrédients...

Delibes

Clear Creek Hoe Down

First recorded by Ozzie Nelson and His Orchestra 1931, and sung by many other after this, like Doris Day  Lois Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald.....   Its not me playing the piano, i got some help from a friend with the backing track on this...

Dream a Little Dream of Me  (Cover)

In the Shadows

Verse 1
Traditional primitive highly trained 
To get pleasure first endure the pain
tolerance limited precision with the aim 
don’t need no rep don’t need no fame 
Survival of the fittest been the name of the game
Only eight pounds of pressure between joy and pain 
Only eight pounds of pressure between joy and pain

Chorus
Real thugs keep it on the down-low
When they put in dirt no-one else knows
A guaranteed today ---not tomorrow
Go hard and die  ——— without sorrow 

I live amongst the heartless
So I stay in the shadows 
limited choices—- not the life I choose 
Sooner or later they’ll be exposed 
game tight-lets suppose they doze 
sound covers-up sound 
Enter into the light 
ones slip they go down 
Day covers up night
Time goes on AIGHT!

I live in the shadow believe in the echo.                      
Past present and future heed both friends and foes
 Deceived by the trusted nonbelievers and corrupted
 A hard life‘s lesson to learn wasn’t sunshine but I rose
it doesn’t matter anymore ——in life anything goes 
——anything goes

Chorus

A danger yes potentially
If threatened by hostility 
are you ready can you see 
Or blinded by mentality 
you’re not alone entirely 
Why blame it on society (X2)
———this is where I call home
A modified War zone 
below the surface pure blood and bone 
heart carve from stone
No mercy given none shown 
kings dethroned—-but much respect if you hold your own...

Verse 1

Chorus

IPG1
Ian Greaves
2019

In The Shadows

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