great story-telling. Neat arrangement and lyrics!

Great song; really good lyrics and vocal delivery.

A lovely dark hued tune ……. Love the lyrics - impressive work!

Powerful writing, Sean...love that refrain...!!!

Here’s a Journey into sound...The Original track was made with Korg Gadget then I used Ableton Live for the remix. Starts off in LoFi to get the full effect but as it advances into the mix it expands into stereo. Enjoy fam!

Time Flux -2021- Remix 92 BPM

It's amazing what comes into your head as you sit by the beach. This has turned out to be a dark waltz.  Unashamedly folk dressed up to go out for the evening. Keeping it low and slow.

A pinch of Cohen, a sneer of Bowie and a smattering of Cave... lets see what the world thinks.




Ripples

The Sky is rippling, beneath a dark sea
It laps on a shore that’s just out of reach
The clouds are sinking, as the red sun floats free
The sky is rippling, as it drowns me.

You looked out to sea, to horizons fall
Avoiding my eyes as you explained it all,
Stepping past cliches, you cut straight to the bone
Why give away lies, when there’s your own truth to own

You told how it felt, to be you with me
Unchallenged, alone, watching those others be free
And the trinkets I buy you and the words I pledge
Just make you feel hollow so it must end.

The Sky is rippling, beneath a dark sea
It laps on a shore that’s just out of reach
The clouds are sinking, as the red sun floats free
The sky is rippling, as it drowns me.

Without Power to the turn words back 
Asked you not to say more
but you were the tide
and I, a fool on the shore.

You spoke of beginnings how they must lead to ends,
You told me of couples who still stayed friends
No tear in your eye, just the hint of a frown
As your words broke around me,
turned my world upside down.

The Sky is rippling, beneath a dark sea
It laps on a shore that’s just out of reach
The clouds are sinking, as the red sun floats free
The sky is rippling, as it drowns me.

Ripples

I made this for my little sister; it's a string of cameos about the town where we were born and raised - a suburb of Newcastle Upon Tyne.  Low income, but real world, real people, real troubles, real joy, real love, real communities, real humour, real music, real life.  All in gloriously rough 1960's industrial working class North East England monochrome.

For those of you not from that part of the world, lyric translations back to English are available upon request. :)

Started as a scribble, pretended to be a poem for a while, then I decided to noodle along and then.....  Ah, you know how it is.....in Byker town.
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Byker Town

Wallpaper of steam trains
Where the sweeping headlights sprawled
‘Cross the ceiling to the old piano
Up against my bedroom wall
In ‘67 the lid came down
Never played again so fair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Cross the bridge to get to school
Rope swings underneath
Bull’s eyes from the slaughterhouse 
Bombed out rail yard stark relief
Billy Smart’s big top’s coming down
But I don’t care
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Stench of old men in the Raby Arms
A bottle of dog to take back yem
Dominos and baccy tins
Were all that mattered way back then
Every retail product to be found
In Ernie’s shop just six foot square
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Quayside Sunday mornings
Champion, just the job
A week of meat to feed the bairns
For only fower bob
Scranshins from the chippy van ‘round
The side door of the Mayfair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Sent out on the Wednesday
In Charlie Shepherd’s finest rags
Over to the smokies
To get free broken kippers by the bag
Dad got paid when Thursday came around
Treats for us to share
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Front step full of babbies
Grazed knees on skinny legs
Back lane rows of nappies
Her face is full of wooden pegs
He’s on the dole no work to be found
Torn bookie slips by his chair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Nets twitching down the road
Never washed in years
Kids with mucky faces 
Almost clean behind the ears
Never seem to have a frown
Owning only what they wear
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Give up all the baggage I’ve got now
Of life in disrepair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Byker Town

« Orphée et Eurydice »
Completed on Monday, September 11, 2023
« Orphée avait reçu de sa mère le don merveilleux
de la musique, alors les dieux lui avaient fait cadeau d'une lyre. Depuis, il jouait de l'instrument au gré de ses envies ou de sa mélancolie, pour le plus grand plaisir des êtres qui l'entouraient. 
Le poète n'avait aucun ennemi, pas même les bêtes féroces : charmées, elles finissaient toujours par s'étendre à ses pieds. Bien sûr, aucune jeune fille ne pouvait résister aux notes tendres et apaisantes que faisait naître Orphée, mais aucune ne trouvait grâce à ses yeux, jusqu'au jour où il rencontra l'envoûtante Eurydice. Leur amour était si profond et si pur qu'ils décidèrent très rapidement de se marier. Mais ce bonheur fut de courte durée... 
   Le mariage fut une fête pour tous les invités, 
chacun se réjouissant du bonheur des jeunes époux. Mais tandis qu'elle prenait l'air avec ses amies, Eurydice fut mordue par un serpent, et dans la prairie résonnèrent les cris des jeunes filles épouvantées.
Bientôt, Orphée parvint auprès de sa bien-aimée, inanimée. Le visage du jeune homme était transformé ; il ne pouvait laisser échapper ni larme ni cri tant sa douleur était grande. Comment pouvait-il perdre son épouse le jour même de leurs noces ? Et comment pouvait-il vivre sans celle qu'il aimait avec passion ? 
Cette idée lui était insupportable, aussi décida-t-il de descendre aux Enfers – le Royaume des morts – pour en ramener sa bien-aimée.
 Les Enfers étaient peuplés de créatures 
terrifiantes, toutes soumises à Hadès, le dieu des profondeurs de la Terre. C'est lui qui régnait sur les morts, interdisant à quiconque ayant pénétré dans son royaume d'en ressortir vivant. Ce dieu était si terrible, que les vivants n'osaient pas même prononcer son nom ! L'entrée de son royaume était gardée par Cerbère.
Certains disent qu'il avait 
trois têtes, d'autres cinquante, et d'autres encore, plus de cent ! Ce chien effroyable restait enchaîné devant la porte des Enfers pour terrifier les âmes qui cherchaient à s'y introduire. Mais Orphée n'eut aucun mal à adoucir le monstre... Une simple mélodie suffit à l'endormir, et il put passer la porte sans souci. Ce qu'il découvrit ensuite n'était guère réjouissant : les Enfers étaient un monde sombre, où coulaient de larges fleuves sans fond, un monde où les menaçantes Érinyes semaient la discorde, terrorisaient et punissaient à leur guise... Mais jamais Orphée ne fut inquiété. Il progressait, protégé par le son de sa lyre, et bientôt vit apparaître le palais d'Hadès et de son épouse Perséphone. Il entra sans peur et se présenta devant les dieux. « Que viens-tu faire ici ? » demanda Hadès de sa voix forte. Alors, pour toute réponse, Orphée entonna un chant incroyablement triste. Les notes de sa lyre emplissaient toutes les salles du palais, d'abord douces et mélancoliques, puis fortes et vibrantes, semblables à la douleur du poète. L'ensemble, bien sûr, était si enchanteur que les divinités infernales s'apaisèrent.
Hadès et Perséphone consentirent à laisser partir Eurydice. Mais ils y mirent une condition : tant qu'il serait dans le Royaume des morts, Orphée ne chercherait pas à voir celle qu'il était venu quérir. Le jeune homme acquiesça avec joie et se mit en marche, suivi de sa jeune épouse. 
Orphée aperçut rapidement la lumière du jour : ils 
allaient enfin quitter les Enfers. Mais, tandis qu'il songeait au bonheur qui les attendait, le jeune homme oublia sa promesse, et il se retourna pour contempler sa bien-aimée... Pour son plus grand malheur, car la jeune fille retomba aussitôt dans les abîmes. Orphée avait vu Eurydice pour la dernière
fois ! Le pauvre garçon en fut désespéré. Il tenta à nouveau de convaincre Hadès de lui rendre son aimée. Mais il n'eut pas de seconde chance ; le dieu resta insensible à ses supplications. Le poète se retira alors dans un lieu isolé où il chanta sa peine. Et nulle jeune fille ne put jamais le consoler ».

« Orphée et Eurydice » my new piece for flute, harp & recitant

My long-time friend and musical brother, the 8th wonder of the world, drummer Danny Jay pitched this song during lockdown and couldn't resist!  It unfortunately got buried, but now has been dug up and remixed to Quantum standards and ready to rock your heads!

Priests of Hiroshima-Keep Feeling Fascination (The Human League cover)

Comet Nishimura, also known as C/2023 P1, was first spotted falling rapidly toward the sun on Aug. 12 by amateur Japanese astronomer Hideo Nishimura. The icy object has a green glow caused by high levels of dicarbon in its coma — the cloud of gas and dust that surrounds its solid core. Nishimura has survived its close encounter with the sun and begun its journey back into the outer reaches of the solar system. Once gone, it won’t return for around 430 years.

Nishimura

https://soundcloud.com/audiobake/cyberian-1

Audiobake + noxpox -  Cyberian Daydream RMX

Well ….. synths, composition

https://on.soundcloud.com/n1u9HxZB74wW7FYv6

Surfers like Us ….. guitar, co-composition

Our next journey is unusual, but necessary. And each of us should make it in our hearts, and then invite other people to join us on this journey - a journey to world peace. The problem is still very relevant!!!
    This piece is our tribute to the victims of the nuclear attack in Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August 1945. It is also a cry and an appeal for world peace!
    Artur: „When I got this intriguing synth track from my friend (Well) to record my guitar part, I was looking for the key to this song. Everything became clear after watching the film "Oppenheimer" by Christopher Nolan. I was deeply moved! May such a tragedy never happen again."
    Håkan: „I made this synth track and sent it over to Artur, hoping he could use it. He envisioned this theme and everything fell into place.
   Let us all hope that this never will happen again. Join us in our quest for world peace”.

    Release day: 21th Nov. 2023

Forgive us, Hiroshima! Forgive us, Nagasaki! (w/Well)

перемир'я

Ruin 

The poison I’m drinking, just left me further down 
The bridges I’m burning, nowhere left but underground 
Sweet father in heaven, I curse your holy name 
I’m left here just rotting, I hope you do the same 


(Ruin)
I crossed the ocean wide 
You have become my life 
I crossed the ocean wide 
You have become my life 

The poison I’m drinking, just left me further down 
The bridges I’m burning, nowhere left but underground 
Sweet father in heaven, I curse your holy name 
I’m left here just rotting, I hope you do the same

RUIN

01 - NI - STRAYLIGHT - Both Worlds - Worm Hole
02 - NI - Noire Pure -  Basic Pure
03 - NI - STRAYLIGHT - Bowed Voices - Calabi-Yau
04 - SA - KO - Despina - Atlas_LCOT - Ethereal - Shimmer Oscillations

The Steep Valley

Something Memorable is Sean Doran's SoundCloud Name. 

Hi there. Go on.. push a play button and re-post something....while you read....

I've been on Soundcloud since Dec 2011 and it still amazes me how this community has helped me to improve my music and continue to write and play. It's the balance between the making music and the listening to the inspiration that the rest of you create, that makes it work. Thank you for sharing and thank you for listening.

I'm song writer and singer, continuing to learn and play, create and expand my capabilities. I'm very happy to write and record with others here on Soundcloud, I've enjoyed the collaborations that I've been involved with and they are where I learn the most. So, if you want a lyric or a vocal or fancy trying to collaborate on a complete track please let me know. 

My songs tend to be lyrics driven and my lyrics tend to come from ideas hinted at by words or phrases I hear or read. Once I'm writing I tend to start off in one direction and soon find the lyrics choosing their own. No matter how hard I push towards that pop, chirpy track.... I tend to come back something a little slower. Through I've been experimenting more lately. 

I truly believe everyone can write and should give it a go and so I'm happy to work with anyone.

I'm currently recording a combination of N2 pencil mics for acoustic guitar and a Aston Original mike for vocal. I have an M-Audio interface to my Mac and Logic X.

Born in Belfast, N. Ireland, but currently living and working from (Malaysia, India, Netherlands)North Norfolk in the UK.

I hope you'll like some of what you hear and that you'll leave a comment. Even if you don't like it, I'd love to hear why and what would make you listen again. Your comments make me better. 

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Sean

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