Really pleasing, so well made, and gently, welcomingly uplifting. Good to hear you again.

Total class.You make great songs.A musician of great skill and talent.

Worthy song, very attractively presented, great melodic twists, another earful of joy, thank you NJ!

Nice song, NJ! Interesting arrangement, solid vocal, good lyrics!

Black Dog

"We Live In An Atomic Age" 
written and performed by Michael Fitch

We live in an atomic age
barrels on the horizon line
we almost lost Goldsboro in the fall of '61
tailspin, swan dive

megaton, mark 39
one switch saved a million lives

and the hardest thing to do is explain it all to you
we've built something we can't control

i awoke with a strong sigh
...so far apart on both sides...
the newsreel loops lowlights
while clouds are white flags in cumuli

mark 39 back on the shelf
we do it fine all by ourselves

and the hardest thing to do is explain it all to you
we've built something we can't control.

We Live In An Atomic Age

I want to thank Steven Dutcher AKA Sessile Stem
https://soundcloud.com/sessilestem
for sending me his music!
7 months ago we set out to begin work on a project, but were unable to continue due to individual circumstances. In our original recording
the lyrics were completed quickly while the vocal mix came together in just a few days.
With all that is happening in the world today, particularly with governments and sensationalized media, it shouldn't surprise that this song is about the relationship between government and the people it "serves".
Here is my rendition of Separate and Unwind. I hope you enjoy!
Original music by Sessile Stem
New arrangement and vocals by Faerytale

If I could love you, if I could love you
I'd separate and unwind
If I could want you, if I wanted to
I'd separate and unwind
Holy wars in your own right
The difference between your left, your might
Caught and tethered, held and weathered
In a terror's prison, the swords had risen
They're slashing conceived and believed threats
If you were wrong they could tear you to shreds
Why risk it when their tongues hang so far down?
Chorus
Slow and steady, unravel ready
Cooked up on the altar
Offered to the hoard
Don't forget the Chairman of the Board
Suitcases full of diamond rings
Mistresses have lovely things
The wife in burlap, ashes
Sings separate and together
Forever

Pic is a self portrait taken on a Wisconsin farm. I'm the one in the background.

Separate And Unwind (New)

It's taken me a while to finish this song - it's  about struggling on... up the mountain and, o.... there’s another mountain – where did that come from? 
 I’m so thankful to Patrick who played some synth and guitar tracks for this song – listen out for his awesome guitar playing which allowed me to  expand the song into new realms of emma-sonic-chaos!  Thanks so much Patrick! ! https://soundcloud.com/ghostlybeard
It has taken me a while to mix this song up – some new challenges here...  I’ve called it a ‘rock’ song, really just because I can...   

  

Carried my stone to the top of a mountain
been a long way but I pushed on through,
Carried my stone to the top of a mountain
Wind begins blowin’ through my heart

Been a long way and you’re bound to get weary,
citadel rock and the cataract pain,
Been a long road and you’re bound down, weary
Wind song, the eternal rain

Carried my stone to the top of a mountain
But there’s nobody there, the mountain has gone,
Carried my stone but I think it’s been broken
Defeat is a feeling that I’ve never known

Turning around in the echoing silence
your voice sounds strange but you have to get on,
Don’t know the words to the sad empty dream song
Slow footfalls echoing on

Carried my stone to the top of a mountain
Been a long way but I pushed on through,
Carried my stone to the top of a mountain
Wind begins blowing through my heart

Ahead in the distance, a bell started ringing
the shadowland shadow band just passing through,
Looked back behind me, so far and familiar
Shrug it off, you know what to do

You pick up a stone and you keep on walking
Your feet move slowly, it’s hard to get on
You pick up a stone and you search for a mountain,
Don’t know where the last one has gone

Carried My Stone...

WELL LOVE AIN’T 
Written by Brian Reeves, Feb./April 1973
Recorded October 1973
Additional recording at Core Arts Studio, Homerton, September 2014

A while ago, someone made a comment about a song we’d posted being like ‘street-corner music', a description which got lodged in my brain.  This song seemed to lend itself very well to that concept and we visualized The Norman Chop Trio setting up on said corner to entertain the passers-by.  The original recording was done very quickly – probably first-take if memory serves – and we continued this principle when adding the harmonica, bass and percussion parts, all of which were strictly first-take, in order to give the track the ‘live’ feel we wanted it to have.
Grateful thanks go to my good friends Craig Shaw (https://soundcloud.com/craigshawmusic) and Mickey Howard (https://soundcloud.com/mickey-howard) from Core Arts (https://soundcloud.com/coreartsmusic) for not only their musicianship but also their invaluable assistance in the recording process.  Also to Jono Trott(https://soundcloud.com/jonodog) and Kostas Tsitsas (https://soundcloud.com/fortune-5) for their help with the final mix.  Thanks lads.
So join us on the street where you live and don’t forget to join in on the handclaps.  Have fun now.  (Gary Reeves)

Brian Reeves: 12 string guitar, Vocals
Katy Heath:  Backing vocals/Handclaps
Gary Reeves: Backing Vocals/Handclaps/Percussion
Steve Jinks: Backing Vocals/Handclaps
Mickey Howard: Bass
Craig Shaw: Harmonica

Lyrics:

Well love ain’t your only friend you know
Kick you in the knackers when you’re all alone
Come on everybody don’t you be no square
If you can’t find a partner use a wooden chair

Do a lot of thinking now
Let it settle in your head waiting to be said
Do a lot of wasting time
Buy yourself a copy of the TV Times

Well love ain’t your only friend you know
Kick you in the knackers when you’re feeling lonely
Come on everybody don’t you be no square
If you can’t find a partner use a wooden chair

Do a lot of lovin’ child
If you can’t make love then write it on a bog wall but
 Do a lot of lovin’ boy
You know how to do it ‘cause you read it in the papers

Well love ain’t your only friend you know
Kick you in the knackers when you’re all alone
Come on everybody don’t you be no square
If you can’t find a partner use a wooden chair

Something has struck me now, the other day now
I feel like rolling myself into a ball and
Throwing myself away
Throw myself away
I wonder where they’ll take the rubbish today?

I may be on BBC TV
Well hate ain’t your only friend you know
Kick you in the tootsies when you’re feeling cute
Come on everybody don’t you be no drag
If you can’t be pretty use a paper bag

Keep last year’s plans in mind
You never can tell when they may come in useful and
Blow the windmills in your mind
You knew how to do it ‘cause you heard it from the DJ

Well love ain’t your only friend you know
Kick you in the tootsies when you’re feeling cute
Come on everybody don’t you be so dainty
If you can’t find a slipper use a hobnail boot
Boot!

WELL LOVE AIN'T (1973) Norman Chop Trio

Harvest   

You stand in a dream
a tree dream, upon eggshell sky
Hands upraised dark in dream
head thrust back, scream to the sky

I’ve stood here too long, my heart is burning
I’ve waited too long, I think I’m lost
stood here too long, in deepest silence
and the dark dreaming beat of your heart

You suddenly notice this pain, all leaves are falling
suddenly see the bare limbs, the grey empty sky,
leaves like dry tears curling round as they dance, far beyond you,
curling like wounds in the sharp little smile of the wind

You have gathered the harvest, you know that it’s time to lie down now,
the seeds in the ground snuggle deep, dream the warm dream of sun,
As the rain trickles down, I can sense you are leaving
on the crest, all the everything yet to be done
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It has taken me quite some time to capture this song… I wrote it a few years ago and have been trying to capture the sense of it within a recording for ages… Essentially it is piano and voices with a smoothing of cello and a slither of synths…  The picture is an excerpt from van Gogh's 'Wheatfield with Crows'.
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Written sung played and mixed up by Emma.


Harvest..

I finally bought myself a decent condenser microphone (Art M Two) to record acoustic guitar and the first thing i came up with sounded a bit like "By this river" by Brian Eno from the album "Before and after science". So i thought i might as well try and do my own instrumental version of it. I tried singing it as well but it goes too deep for my voice

By this river (Brian Eno cover, acoustic guitar)

speakz 4 itself if u make cents of it
gordin bones - keyboards, vocals, tambourines, flute, shakers, drum kit manipulations
quint baker - original drum kit recording (looped)

I Used to Know, But I Forgot

Have A Word

All my stuff is original, I try to avoid formulas which can make it hard to categorize. Please do check out the instrumentals set they're a lot more experimental and at times a bit 'out there'. Thanks for listening.

Have A Word

NOT JON

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