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Pot's - World of Folk, Ballads and Soft Indie

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Folk sound

Max Petrov

SpukSchreibMaschine

New songs from the second half of 2024, taken from the albums, Shiny Yellow Bastard, Blood Orange, and I Shall Never Play The Dane. 







2024 : Not You, Naan Bread.

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

Love Pains Written by its early members in 1979 1980 ,Phil Grantham Gary Hayward,all of us everyone will go through the pains of love ,loss and grief chug along and enjoy

Love Pains 1 (1)

Asap Vision- SkyWalk It Talk It

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

"Unbounded" is a heartfelt anthem of resilience and liberation. It follows the journey of a person struggling to find passion and purpose in life, trying various paths without fulfillment. However, through the power of music, he discover a profound sense of freedom and expression.

Unbounded

great collab with myself and boilerman'' You elevevate me"'music and amazing guitar Boilerman check him out on soundcloud.Lyrics Vocals and Harmonies Gary Hayward,to make things original and different hope you like

'''Elevate Me""" collab Boilerman Music.gary hayward vocals and lyrics

Golden Brown [The Stranglers Cover]

A little bit of something you can't hold.
For a little bit of something laced with gold.
A little bit of shelter from your greed.
For a little bit of something we all need.
We're all found out.
Goes round about.

Mother, take this pain from me.
I just can't use it anymore.
Why, when I'm tired, I just can't sleep. 
Can hear your wolves outside my door.
We've all missed out.
Were down and out.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.

We've all got a little piece of all.
All the places where we take the fall.
A little bit of whimsy soothes the soul.
A little bit of money pays the toll.
We're all let down.
We've all been around.

Brother, take this pain from me.
I just can't feel it anymore.
A lack of courage for the deed.
A lack of wisdom in the store.
We all rush round.
Their round about.

You took your promises.
And cast them to the wind..
You left me wondering...
Sounded so sweet.
Now, I'm dying on my feet.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.


Dead On My Feet

All my dreams...
Are wrapped up in the wildest schemes.
A couple of ecstasy and a bottle of rum.
And, oh my days.
I'm never gonna leave this place.
Not even in lost disgrace.
I'll never get home.

This town floats by...
With many a prying spy.
The awkwardest of evil eyes.
But, the knives are out blunt.
Oh, I decry your sanity.
I missed out on all of the gravity.
I couldn't stand your rabbiting on.

All my dreams...
Contain the briefest glance at things.
The drabbest colours you could think of conjuring up.
And all the ways are blocked by blockers. 
People chase. 
The loudest knockers always win.
They won't let you in.

This town floats by...
The smack rats outside of the cafe cry,
and join the seaguls.
In the night, the noise carries on.
Oh, I despise your brevity.
Fake eye spy.
What was left for me?
A bitter lonely walk.
Towards your home.

All my dreams...
Will not amount to hills of beans.
The scales are tipping toward the mean.
Seems gravity won.
And, oh my days 
Can't even think of trying to place.
A donkey in a first-class race.
I'll never get home.

This town floats by...
The summer wards off evil eyes.
A vestibule, in which resides.
This place we belong.
Oh, I despise your currency.
Take away all of your love for me.
All that's left is...
This bottle of rum.

This bottle of rum.

All My Dreams

𝕴 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 - 𝖁2

nightswvm

Whilst seeking out light in the dark.
You whispered and put out your spark.
Supposedly seeking out truth.
You wandered in amongst the brutes.

Oh, Ozymandias, you are.
But you didn't fall very far.
The never-ending stretch of sands,
And every bit flows through your hands.

You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Oh, you howled at the sight of the moon.
You wanted to be me.
You wanted to temper the shock.
Took your shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.
 
You sought out the secret too soon.
The dog star arriving in June.
You barely remembered the tune.
you drank up your fill of the moon.

A beautiful, terrible mind.
Beware spake the sign of the sign.
Your arrow is shot falling down.
You'll never escape from this town.

You wanted to be me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Did it all by the light of the moon.
You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I'm not.
Took a shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.


Blood Orange Moon

Forcing down this drink.
I never stop to think.
Guess I forgot. (Guess I forgot)
Can't ever stop these shakes.
Or another pill to take.
A day to blot (To blot)
Oh, what am I to do?
Can't make it without you.
I had my shot. (My shot)
Who was I supposed to be?
It's easier to see.
Who I am not. (I'm not)

I know that I'm a dickhead on the drink.
I know I'm only made of what they think.
I know reality is what they saw.
I think I always hoped for something more.
Says a lot.

I never wanted change.
Another rearrange.
I've said my lot. (My lot)
Sat firmly back in place. 
Gave up on the chase.
I've been forgot. (Forgot)
Oh, what am I to do?
Happy without you.
To have's, have not. (Have not)
Which one then is me?
I lost it in the we.
I am, am (I) not? (Am not)

I know that I'm a dickhead in the drink.
I know I'm only made of what they think.
I know reality is what we found.
I always looked for something in the sound.
Says a lot.

Says A Lot

"Morpheme" by Jeremias Langsämmer is a delicate and introspective journey into the realms of lo-fi piano and harp. Drawing inspiration from the evocative simplicity of Joji and the nostalgic soundscapes of Nujabes, Langsämmer weaves together soft, minimalistic piano melodies with the ostinato of a lo-fi harp. The track captures a dreamy, meditative atmosphere, with the piano's warm, melancholic tones perfectly complementing the harp's airy resonance, creating a sound that is both soothing and deeply reflective. "Morpheme" invites listeners to slow down, breathe, and lose themselves in its tranquil, yet emotionally rich soundscape.

COVER PHOTOGRAPHY: Fraser Cormack - A Stag At Huntley

Morpheme by Jeremias Langsämmer [Lo-fi piano]

A final contribution to Andrea Stolpe's course, this one is crafted with assistances for lyrics and vocals.

Long Lost Friend

Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics, and Bass by Robert Grigg
Drums By 
https://www.youtube.com/@fourfortyfouronthefloor23

A World We Share

El Capitán

First recorded in March 2023. 
From the album After Bar Sinister.

It's a song about pre-conceived ideas.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

Lyrics

Now you're looking through the remnants and the haze.
And a memories just a picture that must  fade. (away)

I can tell you wanted to leave before you go.
But if it's so nice to meet me, say hello. 
Hello. (hello)

Oh, if history can teach us just one thing.
It's that we all end up right where we begin.
(it's a sin)

I can already watch you leave before you go.
I can already hear goodbye as you say hello. 
Hello. (hello)

Can you hear the peels of the liberty Bell?
As the jack-boots are marching under a grey spell.
Can you hear the growling and wailing in woods? 
Where the Monsters are lurking and up to no good. 
Can you hear the echoes of summer on  grass?
As the task master tasks you and sets you to task.
All the good children que sera at the moon.
Which is floating in space like a carnival balloon. 

Oh, the danger in a meeting, good to go. 
And if you give me the wink then I would know. (oh for show)

I can already see your smile begin to go.
As you open up the door and say hello.
Hello. (hello)
Can you hear the peels of the liberty Bell?
As the jack-boots are marching under a grey spell.
Can you hear the growling and wailing in woods? 
Where the Monsters are lurking and up to no good. 
Can you hear the echoes of summer on  grass?
As the task master tasks you and sets you to task.
All the good children que sera at the moon.
Which is floating in space like a carnival balloon. 



Hello [2024 Remaster]

Love doesn’t live here any more

A big THANKS to the great contribution from Ian Collins: @ian-211 !!
Vocals of the other guy in the stroy, trumpets, percussion and production by Ian.
A story about an "old friend" entering the house of an "old friend" but the latter doesn't remember him at all...

LYRICS:
________________________

"Hey Marvin, Is that really you? I can't believe I really see you in person after all these years"

I happened to be just around the corner
I thought I’d just drop by
We could have a cozy cup of coffee
I haven't seen you quite a while

At first I hardly recognised you
But I guess that I look older too
Look at your house, look at your garden
You seem to have changed your point of view

And I see the pictures on your walls
Faces I don’t know but they seem to mean a lot
And I remember who you were
Frightened of the crowd, never in the spot

Then it's Marvin turn: 
"Oh no....It's that guy. Thought I'd never see him gain. What's his name?"

We don't have a thing in common
I don't remember where we met
Weren't you that guy at every party
Trying to bum a cigarette?

Telling tales and selling stories
Breaking hearts with what you say
Finding ways to make your world more complete
But hurting others onthe way

Yes I have pictures on my wall
Faces you don’t know but you don't have a role
And I remember who you were
Profit from the crowd, never had a heart

Visitor: 
I leave now but we must meet again
We got something good that needs to be maintained
Marvin:
Go now, close the door behind you
I wish you the best but I'm not your old friend...

Together:
I see the pictures on your walls / I have pictures on my wall
Faces I don’t know but they seem to mean a lot / Faces you don’t know but you don't have a role
And I remember who you were / And I remember who you were
Frightened of the crowd, never in the spot / Profit from the crowd, never had a heart

Cellar Aged Wines

Old Friend

Old Friend (with Ian Collins)

Sneaky Russian, how do you do?
Bet we're thinking just the same as you.
Should we give ourselves a talking to?
What a world.
Oh, American, how do you plead?
Bet you'd like to see us on our knees.
Are you too wrapped up with greed?
To make it work.

Standing out in the crowd.
Why you all gotta talk so loud?
And what's made you so proud?
Of all your words.
Oh, china-man what do you say?
Could we all be friends one day?
Shall we put the bad things away?
We can all be here to stay.
I guess our time is running out.

Can't you all just get along?
We can't all sing the same song.
When neither one is wrong.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.

Half cut with my friends.
We're sorting through.
We'll sort it out.
This world spins round.
Within or without. 

Three sheets to the wind.
We're sorting out.
Just sorting through.
Without a clue.
We lack the clout.
To figure it out.

Sneaky Russian hasn't the means.
The follow up to having a dream.
Contemplating some expensive jeans?
But they are cursed.
You Americans a-wouldn't know.
Why they made the flowers grow.
Not everything's for show.
Some things are work.

Them chinaman digging the ground.
While we're all just fooling around.
Work sixteen hour days.
So the outcome might be swayed.
I guess our time is running out.

Well then Russian what do you say?
Could we make it up to you some way?
The clock keeps ticking on.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.

Half cut with my friends.
We're sorting through.
We'll sort it out.
This world spins round.
Within or without 

Three sheets to the wind.
We're sorting out.
Just sorting through.
Without a clue.
We lack the clout.
To figure it out.

The workers plod along.
The fighting carries on.
And on, and on, and on.
Om.

Sneaky Russians

God, give me style and give me grace.
Give me something I can grow.
Give me something I can taste.
Now, give me somewhere just to be.
Give me rock and give me roll.
Give me heart and give me soul.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley which no light can penetrate.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm when you sink into the waste.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

You, give me the freedom to use.
Give me fire for the fuse.
Give me someone as a muse.
Now, tell me what you wanna be?
Give me pockets full of sight.
Give me strength to win the fight.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley that no light can enter in.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm in which I can sink within.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

I'm falling.
Deep is the valley which no light can penetrate.
I'm falling.
Deep is the chasm when you sink into the waste.
I'm falling.
Out. Out.

I'm Falling

It's time to come home. "Coming Home (I.M.U)" is my final single of 2024 and an homage to my progressive house roots as well as an entry in my 'post-EDM' songbook. The artwork and chord progression are inspired by my hometown of San Francisco. Can't wait to hear what you think! 🏠

OUT NOW: hypeddit.com/tatesedar/cominghomeimu

LYRICS:

VERSE 1
Late nights
All alone
Call my
Friends at home

PRE-CHORUS 1
But they don’t
Tell me
How to get over you
That’s something that I never do

CHORUS
I miss you
All the time, I do
I miss you
All the time
When are you coming home?

DROP 1

VERSE 2
Get by
On my own
Street lights
Guide me home

PRE-CHORUS 2
But they don’t
Show me
How to get over you
That’s something that I never do

CHORUS

DROP 2

OUTRO CHORUS

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Coming Home (I.M.U)

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Nancy is a sensitive girl, probably too sensitive for this cruel world.
https://youtube.com/shorts/D6OYurY7vgE?feature=share

Many many thanks to Ian Collins @ian-211 for helping producing, the drums and bridge arrangement as well as Jörg @joerxworx for the great sax and trombone!!
____________________________

Nancy says: It’s all yours and mine, all the birds in the the sky
Nancy says: All yours and mine
Nancy says, It’s there for you and me, every leave on every tree
Nancy says: For you and me
Nany says: Don’t you understand, all that breathes goes hand in hand
Nancy says: We belong in timberland

Nancy says: Don’t you hear the call
The universe knows it all
Nancy says she feels so small
Nancy says: I love you so much
I’m losing ground, losing touch
That’s what Nancy says to me
Nancy cries: can you live with lies?
I’m amazed that I still try
Truth replaced by compromise

Why? Why?

Nancy says: This big mean world tries to beat Nancy girl
Nancy weeps she softly weeps
Nancy cries one more silver tear, she’s living in a world of fear
Nancy weeps she silently weeps

Nancy says: it’s the moon that lights my night, a little hope, a tiny light
Nancy says: so pure and bright

Then Nancy cries: See how Nancy flies, like a bird in the sky
Then Nancy says: Goodbye
Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Nancy Says (with Ian Collins and joerxworx)

A song about moving on without the ones you thought would be with you.

don't talk

**Laxá & Heima Kvartett - "1 Ket"**  Dreamy Post Rock

A contemplative journey through light and shadow, "1 Ket" unfurls with delicate, melodic guitar patterns that glimmer like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a misty horizon. The strings of the Heima Kvartett weave a luminous tapestry, their rich harmonies gently ebbing and flowing like waves meeting a quiet shore. Slow, driving drum beats pulse steadily beneath the surface, grounding the ethereal atmosphere while subtly propelling it forward.  

Each note feels like a breath, suspended in time, as the piece builds with a tender patience, evoking a profound sense of introspection and longing. Laxá & Heima Kvartett deliver a masterclass in restraint, crafting a soundscape that is as much about the spaces between the notes as the melodies themselves. "1 Ket" is a dream wrapped in sound—a delicate balance of melancholy and hope, perfect for moments of quiet reflection.  

1 Ket by Laxá [Dreamy Post Rock]

New version mixed and mastered by Mariosyjp. Many Thanks.
Check him out here https://soundcloud.com/mariosyjp 

Lyrics

Whilst seeking out light in the dark.
You whispered and put out your spark.
Supposedly seeking out truth.
You wandered in amongst the brutes.

Oh, Ozymandias you are.
But you didn't fall very far.
The never ending stretch of sands,
And every bit flows through your hands.

You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Oh, you howled at the sight of the moon.
You wanted to be me.
You wanted to temper the shock.
Took your shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.
 
You sought out the secret too soon.
The dog star the arriving in June.
You barely remembered the tune.
you drank up your fill of the Moon.

A beutiful, terrible mind.
Beware spake the sign of the sign.
Your arrow is shot fallingdown.
You'll never escape from this town.

You wanted to be me.
You wanted to see what I've got.
Not a lot.
Did it all by the light of the moon.
You wanted to beat me.
You wanted to see what I'm not.
Took a shot.
By the light of the blood orange moon.

Blood Orange Moon [Mariosyjp Remaster]

A sad, flowing and romantic solo piano music theme with sentimental vibes, ideal for cinematic, love related, nature or timelapse videos.
This music track is available for licensing.
Link for licensing:
https://bit.ly/4jHHCJq  on Pond5
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If you can not purchase a license, in this case you can leave all as it is. Your videos will feel good, they will not be imposed any restrictions (except for monetization).


Winter Elegy - Sad Piano Music - Free Download

A mes parents, au temps passé qui ne reviendra pas, si loin et si proche à la fois..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHHqyTAMjZg
Paroles:
Il me revient des souvenirs,
Pour le meilleur et pour le rire.
C'est comme un film à remonter,
Un livre ouvert sur le passé.
J'avais dix ans dans le quartier,
J'aimais les jeux de mes fiancées,
Jeu de marelle je sais c'est con,
Quand on se veut comme un garçon.

Si le temps passe et les années nous blessent,
Si les volets se ferment un peu.
Si le temps passe et les années nous laissent,
Si comme au coeur un peu de bleu.
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,

Il me revient comme une odeur,
De cuir une banquette arrière.
Une déesse, des hauts le coeur,
Et les gauloises bleues de mon père.
J'avais treize ans dans le quartier,
J'aimais une fille aux yeux clairs,
Et j 'ai gardé à tout jamais,
L'odeur du henné de ma mère.

Si le temps passe et les années nous blessent,
Si les volets se ferment un peu.
Si le temps passe et les années nous laissent,
Si comme au coeur un peu de bleu.
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

To my parents, to the times gone by that will not return, so far and yet so close at the same time..
Words:
Memories come back to me,
For better or for laughter.
It's like a film to rewind,
A book open on the past
.I was ten years old in the neighborhood,
I loved the games of my fiancées,
Hopscotch game I know it's silly,
When we want to be like a boy.

If time passes and the years hurt us,
 If the shutters close a little.
 If time passes and the years leave us,
 If like in the heart there's a bit of blue.
I love to go back in time,
 I love to go back in time,

It comes back to me like a smell,
 Of leather from a back seat.
 A goddess, with a tightness in my chest,
 And my father's blue Gauloises. 
I was thirteen in the neighborhood,
 I loved a girl with bright eyes, 
And I have forever kept, 
The smell of my mother's henna.
If time passes and the years hurt us,
 If the shutters close a little.
 If time passes and the years leave us,
 If like in the heart there's a bit of blue.
I love to go back in time,
 I love to go back in time,

Christian PERUTI 
author, composer, performer

Les volets se ferment un peu

Des cuivres et une guitare wha-wha sur ce titre très année soixante dix.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fry_W_wFQRI
Paroles:
T'es parti un matin, je te revois encore.
Juillet naissait à peine, le soleil était fort.
T'as laissé derrière toi quelques mots d' un message.
Je pars pour autre chose, pour un lointain voyage.
Parti pour découvrir, ou meurent les habitudes.
Ou commencent et finissent, les nouvelles solitudes. 

Coûte que coûte, 
Sur d'autres routes,
là ou les vents n'osent souffler,
Ou les Dieux mêmes n'iront jamais,
J'irai changer ma vie un soir coûte que coûte.

As tu trouvé quelqu'un pour te tendre la main,
Quand tes heures se firent longues, quand tes nuits se firent loin.
As tu marché longtemps sans trop te questionner,
Sur les risques du temps que bercent nos années.
A tu gardé le gout, des amis de passage.
Tu dis qu'ils valent le coup, puisqu'ils parlent ton langage.

Coûte que coûte, 
Sur d'autres routes,
là ou les vents n'osent souffler,
Ou les Dieux mêmes n'iront jamais,
J'irai changer ma vie un soir coûte que coûte.

Mais un jour quelqu'un t'a dit un soir de fête,
Si tu veux je te mène, ou les routes s'arrêtent.

Soir de fête et de quête, 
Et les routes s'arrêtent.
Soir de fête et de quête, 
Et les routes s'arrêtent.
Soir de fête et de quête, 
Et les routes s'arrêtent.
Ou les routes.

Christian PERUTI
Auteur, compositeur, interprète

For this song, I created an arrangement very much from the seventies. The brass and the wah-wah guitar, along with a change in rhythm and tempo, give the song a certain originality.


Lyrics:

 You left one morning, I can still see you. 
July was just beginning, the sun was strong.
 You left behind a few words of a message.
 I'm leaving for something else, for a distant journey.
Party to discover where habits die. 
Where new solitudes begin and end.

Cost what it may, on other roads, 
where the winds dare not blow, 
where even the Gods will never go,
 I will go change my life one evening,
 cost what it may.

Did you find someone to lend you a hand, 
when your hours grew long, when your nights became distant.
 Did you walk for a long time without too much questioning,
 about the risks of the time that lull our years.
 Forever the taste of passing friends.
 You say they are worth it, since they speak your language.

Cost what it may, on other roads, 
where the winds dare not blow, 
where even the Gods will never go,
 I will go change my life one evening,
 cost what it may.

But one day someone told you on a festive evening,
If you want, I'll take you where the roads stop.

Evening of celebration and quest,
And the roads come to a stop.
Evening of celebration and quest,
And the roads come to a stop.
Evening of celebration and quest,
And the roads come to a stop.
Where the roads.

Christian PERUTI
Author, composer, performer

Coûte que coûte

Tracy Byrd/Johnny Paycheck Cover
Recorded top-lining a backing track using Cakewalk.
Instrumental version provided by https://www.karaoke-version.com/custombackingtrack/tracy-byrd/someone-to-give-my-love-to.html


Someone To Give My Love To - Tracy Byrd/Johnny Paycheck Cover

This track is about what it feels like to be in a relationship and arguing. 
This demo version is the female vocal piano version. The production version of this track is still being finalised. Thank you for taking the time to listen.

ARGUMENT

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