this one hits you right between the eyes. lots of energy/passion..like the lyrics

https://nowyyorg9.wixsite.com/seasional-optimist/maninrain

tytuł     :  Man in the rain
album  :  Whispers
autor    :  nowyyorg
rok        : 2022 

... stoi tam co noc,
stoi i moknie, 
choć wbijam w ciemność wzrok mój
stojąc w ciemnym oknie 

niepokojący blask,
wśród kropel deszczu lśni
nie mogę nadal zasnąć 
bo nie wiem, czy to ty ... 

​czy człowiek w deszczu to ty ?
czy człowiek w deszczu to ja ? 
po co pytam jak wiem ? 
i czemu znika za dnia ...

Whispers

Man in the rain

The 1st single of our upcoming album!
Check out the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOxUxT5ZsIg
llari I. Rantala (I-la-rI) - Vocals, Bass Guitar & Lyrics
Kari Karhumaa - Acoustic Guitar, Keys & Drum Machine Programming
Composed by SÿntaxxËrror.
Produced by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)
Art & Logo by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)

© 2023 SÿntaxxËrror. All rights reserved.

I'm Dreaming (All Night)

piano djembe improvisation midsummer

Simple recording of Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me by EJ. Just keyboard and vocal. Love this tune, speaks louder than ever to me in this season of life.

Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me (Elton John Cover)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

In the aftermath of Bri's death, me and my brother Gal had many conversations about ways in which we could celebrate his life, particularly in regard to his music.  His songs were the soundtrack to our life, pretty much uncelebrated outside of the family circle but as important to us as those that spawned lifelong careers for their creators in the big wide world existing outside the close-knit Reeves clan.
Through his membership at the mental health charity Core Arts, Gal became aware of SoundCloud.  In May 2012, he logged-in for the very first time and quickly  became utterly fascinated with the site.  Before long, he created a page called ‘Mountain Songs’, so named after Rocky Mountain, the alter-ego Bri had adopted during his late teenage years.
More in hope than expectation, Gal posted a few songs. Plays didn’t exactly flood-in at first, until Gal realised that to get, one had to give, so he set about finding artists whose music pushed all the right buttons. So began an obsession that would take him to unexpected horizons and which, in return, brought many to the Mountain Songs page. 
One who returned time after time was an Australian artist called ‘Chris O’, who left behind so many positive, encouraging comments.  At that stage he didn’t even know how to reply to these but Chris took the trouble to educate him in the finer points of SC etiquette and as time went on, a true music friendship was born.  When she was touring the UK, she even took the trouble to visit him on more than once occasion, virtual friends becoming in-the-flesh real.  
A few months ago, Chris sent Gal the most wonderful present.  Previously, Gal had sent her a link to a video he’d once made of cloud formations, which Chris seemed to enjoy very much.  Consequently, her gift was a wonderful video of clouds, seen from ground level and also from various aeroplane trips she'd taken over the years, accompanied by a stunning song called ‘Looking Up and Down’ which, to Gal’s amazement, she dedicated to him:   
https://youtu.be/3fHo4B1x_BY?si=3q2-8Vo_e3sJ10q9
Around the same time, Chris had left a comment under the Cripple Club song ‘My Atheist Angels’, lamenting that she had never found the love I had with Jo but in her usual way, expressing solace that she nonetheless had her “guitars, banjos and songs”.  This got me thinking that  maybe Chris had no idea how much and how widely she is herself loved.  And so started the germ of an idea for a song that would express my admiration for her talent and drive.  I know there are many among you who’d agree and hope I’ve managed to encapsulate that admiration in the track.  Many thanks for reading and listening.  (Terry Reeves)   

I met a brave woman by the name of Mrs O
Playing ‘The Blues’ flying high sometimes flying low
Guitars and Banjos pitching..always acoustic 
Singing and sharing a love affair with music

The Love Of Mrs O

No distance too far, mile by mile growing warm
Confidence of written word believing in art-form
Marriage strings and voice harmonising sounds
The love of freedom scales tightly in bounds 

The Love Of Mrs O

Concerts of brave, pulse to a time
Ensemble in waves, helping the climb
Brothers of blues, traveller of love
Live music choose, to fit like a glove

The Love Of Mrs O

Mrs O keeps soaring magnum opus in her hands
Song of friendship for a man from many bands
Expanse of cumulus clouds, filming for all to see
Never hiding from the challenge in the Nebulosity 

The Love Of Mrs O

Up and down across the world finding a closeness
No discrimination of any kind, love is always best
From ‘The Beatles’ land to a Sydney education 
Fondness for Mrs O, giving a continuous ovation

The Love Of Mrs O

THE LOVE OF MRS. O - CRIPPLE CLUB

In this part we see glimpses of the paradise our planet was, on its journey up to the present. And unfortunately, the image of paradise begins to crack.

"The Water Planet Project" This is part 2.
For the best experience, see the visualization of our story, which you can find here: www.youtube.com/user/wcifarout.

First song - The Realm Of The Water Fairy by Dan-DT
Second song - Milk & Honey Time by Seagull, David, Ed & Peter
Third song - Whole by Dan-DT & Ed

All narrations, lyrics & vocals by Peter
Contributing vocalist. Clara Sorace

Here you will find the fantastic musicians I share this adventure with.
From France - Dan-DT: @dan-t-3
From Canada - Ed Cunningham: @westtracksmusic
From USA - David Dunham: @david-dunhamuser589535203
From England - Peter: soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks

As Soundcloud for some reason does not allow more than 4000 characters, you will find the lyrics to the songs on my YouTube channel.
We wish you a pleasant musical and visual journey. ;)

The Water Planet Project - Part 2 - Watch it on youtube

No difference lay between
The honest man and liar
With all men judged the same
The day the Earth caught fire

The Day the Earth Caught Fire

Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches a.k.a. Jo Richter (@sonic-textures) wrote a series of 13 poems or cantos collectively titled Departure. He shared the texts with me, Stonerjazz, and Re-Evolution Cafe Orchestra and we have been working on the project of bringing them alive with music and soundscapes. We are hoping more SC artists will join us! Please reach out if you're interested in doing a reading. Check out the full playlist of Cantos so far here: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/departure-a-long-poem-in

On this track, the poem is read by Jo. He also created much of the soundscape. I contributed the bassier and more synthetic sounding parts.

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 w/ sonic structures and silent stretches

Lava Dog by Jeamland & WÜST

A tale of renouncing one’s faith. Believe in yourself not Gods or saints..

Revelation

Ewald Woestefeld : electronics

reworking 'November Song' by Marco Lucchi
https://marcolucchi.bandcamp.com/track/november-song

2018

The Day the Earth Caught Fire

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