The title is from the novel The Man Who Fell to Earth by Walter Tevis (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Man_Who_Fell_to_Earth_(novel))

Walter Tevis is a great writer (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Tevis)

Pic - based on Icarus by Henri Matisse (https://www.matissepaintings.org/icarus/)

Published on SC 11 February 2023

ESO7 WIP

1975: Rumplestiltskin

Psycho Island

Music composed to accompany a video showing >100 photographs of the same view taken over the course of a year.  Third in the series.
For video, see https://youtu.be/tEuRxZBihBU

Walk Through a Pandemic #3

___🎹_____A_N_O_T_H_E_R___M_U_S_I_C_____🎹___
_____BE CURIOUS, CREATIVE, INVENTIVE, DARE!_____

As there is Science Fiction, there is also Music Fiction and I wanted to pay homage to the excellent Science Fiction cartoonists and especially to the one who inspired me the most: Philippe Druillet
Superb science-fiction comic book with Philippe Druillet who has a fantastic, delirious, violent drawing, but which shows us the permanent violence since the night of times!
Men have always been "ugly" but the difference is that the Earth before was undeniably more beautiful. Thank you for listening!

Cover image: Philippe Druillet
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, MSI, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Electro #Experimental #Minimal #Space
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❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

Music Fiction_1

Music Fiction 1

I saw you one day drinking coffee and 
penciling words on a page
Thought maybe she’s writing the passages 
or acting them out on a stage
Its clear from your efforts and focus, you’re
sworn to the oaths of your art
Since you’ve been sharing your pain with me
Its torn me apart

Joan
Cold like a stone
Why did you leave?
Where did you go?
Joan
You left me alone
The lies that you weave
I wish I had known

You told me the roots of your storyline
Had me perched on the edge of my seat
I said you could stay on my sofa 
Just till you got on the soles of your feet
I fell for your naive anthology
I got lost in the pink of your hair
and woke in the fog of the morning 
when your things weren’t there

Joan
Cold like a stone
Why did you leave?
Where did you go?
Joan
You left me alone
The lies that you weave
I wish I had known

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This is the story of Seagrave Tiller Hook and ladder 5211 who served with the Glencove Volunteers fire fighters  in Glencove, Long Island, new York from 1987 until 2011. when she finished service she was  bought by an Irish man called Liam Moore who has a passion for Fire Brigade and has quite a collection. He transported her from America to Ireland and this song tells the true story, or maybe a part of the true of her travels from Glencove and her arrival here in Dublin. she is 56 foot long, 30tonne and has a 100f foot ladder, driven by a V8 engine and it was my pleasure to ride in her for a few hours with Liam.  Liam brings her to charity events and exhibitions to show her off and spend most of his time underneath or on top working on her. here is a youtube link to her arriving in Ireland, we will be putting a  youtube video for the song together in due course . 

Written sung and produced by: Johnny Mc Farlane 

https://youtu.be/nnL5kTOqckI
Verse 1 
The story starts in  Glen Cove, long Island USA 
Ladder  5211 starts up  for her last day 
All the boys from the volunteers 
Could have filled up the water tanks with tears,  
They didn’t want to see her go away 
But they knew she had done her stint and that she couldn’t stay 
So they gave her a big send off and sent her on here way 
flashing lights and sirens blazing 
they all said their good bye that night
from the Station to the docks there wasn’t one dry eye in sight 

Chorus 
Oh Liam Moore’s fire Brigade is the best you’ve ever seen 
She’s 50 foot from front to back and he keeps her very clean 
She came all the way from Glen Cove City in the USA 
Now she’s parked in Liam Mores driveway and she’s here to stay 
 
                                Verse 2                                     
She was loaded up on a ship bound for Dublin IreLand 
Where Liam moore agus Laim Beag had everything in hand 
They couldn’t  hold in the  excitement 
when the ship docked at Dublin Keys 
And when the dockers took her off the ship they  both got weak at the knees

They drove her home via  pears street past Tara street fire station 
Where all the boys from the fire brigade  gave her a standing ovation 
They drive up O Connell street 
and past the GPO  
With the sirens on and flashing Lights it’s the only way to go . 

Chorus 
                             Verse 3 
All the neighbour on the road  were excited to see her arrive 
Liam knocked down half the house trying to get her in the drive 
And Annies from number 10  
Said Liam lock hard try that again 
He’s never going to get her in the drive 

Liam Moore ahus Liam beag  Took turns on the steering wheel 
And between the shouts and curing the grinding of the steel 
They eventually inched that big yoke in 
To a very small  tight space 
And when they turned the engine off see  the grin on Liam moors face

Chorus and change 
Well Liam loves this engine with all his heart 
and love nor money wouldn’t pull the 2 of them to part 
His heart his soul his everything has gone into this truck
Its cost him quite a lot of Do but he doesn’t give a Fiddlers

Liams Fire Brigade ( Acoustic version )

These people are driving me nuts.

What is it with these people?

These people who are so desperate to be seen to be heard, and be seen to be part of the herd, that they stand up and say something.

They then apologise for having said it, when, out of a global population of 8bn, someone, like, maybe, I dunno, Quentin from Bishop's Itchington who breeds rare goats, and has an embarrassing skin problem and no friends declares himself offended by the “something” and because his goats look sad and a bit grubby and have floppy ears, twenty other people out of the 8bn declare themselves to be offended too.

Cue apology and retraction.

“These people” have no use or value in society and need to be removed from the gene pool immediately by the empowerment of balanced observers such as me.

For crying out loud.

(The artist wishes to make no apology whatsoever either for the bum notes in this live recording or the loss of his voice.  That's just how it is).

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Sorry

I’m sorry for whatever I just said,
I’ll now expound the opposite instead.
While what I said is simple fact sure as I’m standing here,
Twitter’s going nuts and that truth will cost me dear.
So I’ll lie right through my teeth, a heinous sin,
To keep them fat endorsement happy dollars rolling in.
Tell everyone what I don’t think, platitudes never cause a stink,
So I’ll bleat them liberal sheep’s opinions.

Now if a non-PC view slips between the cracks,
I’ll get my PR guys to hastily redact.
Get awareness training, counselling claim PTSD,
Identify as sumpin’ else, blame genetic deficiency.
I got pre-recorded “sorrys” for any trans…(gression) day,
I save apologetic time by having “sorrys” stashed away.
Use any heap of steaming crap to retract my previous monologue tract,
The plain and honest truth ain’t never going to pay.

Oh I’m sorry for what I’ve said and what I’ve not
For all the stuff I did and what I didn’t  
I must apologise for my stream of serial lies
For telling it how it is…… then how it isn’t.

Ah thank you - let me answer that by saying “sorry” first,
In case I make an un-woke inappropriate outburst.
Wouldn’t do to confuse you with something that I really thought,
Social media ripples leave my income stream distraught.
So let me for the record unequivocally state my views,
I think you’ll understand if you put you into my shoes.
Well maybe yea and maybe no, couldn’t say, it might be so,
I hope that does and doesn’t make front page news.

Oh I’m sorry for what I’ve said and what I’ve not
For all the stuff I did and what I didn’t  
I must apologise for my stream of serial lies
For telling it how it is…… then how it isn’t.

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Photo by mark tulin on Unsplash

Sorry

Here is my isolated guitar solo track with full orchestra for my title track "The Wheel."
The Wheel is a concept song spanning over 20 minutes long, which I wrote in 2017/2018 and recorded in 2019. I uploaded it to my SoundCloud back in early 2020. Here are the last 4 minutes of the song. The song itself is a finale to an album idea that I had, and this guitar solo acts as the grand finale movement. The Wheel was written, recorded and arranged by Louis Taverna
All instruments, including orchestrations were recorded and arranged by Louis Taverna
All rights reserved ©

The Wheel - Guitar Suite Finale

all this love.mp3

Burns SJ12 electric twelve string
Fender Cabronita Telecaster
Squier Mini P Bass

Back on Soundcloud after some time away. Looking forward to getting some more music posted.

I like to name instruments. For me it imbues them with added life or personality. I don’t tend to go for girls names. I prefer obscure, silly or pretentious ones. I named this 12 string ‘Castrovalva’ after a Lego space cruiser I had for Christmas in the late seventies or early eighties. I named the space cruiser after an episode of Dr Who.

Castrovalva

Salvage your damage a song about a rebound relationship that was beyond repair as the damage was already done in the last one.

Salvage Your Damage ~Conscience of Kings

Songwriter based in Chicago, Illinois.  Contact via email simplecircuitsmusic@yahoo.com or PM.  Thanks for your kind feedback!


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