very chill and experimental at the same time, really well done

perfect breezy music, fine tongue in cheek lyrics - and the harmony sing is spot on.

surprise this reprinse. Fine vocal diversity in the mix.

All through the day, I me mine I me mine, I me mine

Killer little tune. Could see this as a solid radio hit during the 60's. Not a lot of composers know how to write a bridge these days. Well done!

hard to pick a fav of Urs.... but this one is definitely top 5.... great tune...🤘✌️👊😁🙏

SERVE COLD

[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]

Sha-zam
Boom-boom-boom
(Heads up!)
Sha-zam
Boom-boom-boom-bam
(I’m a riddle!)
Sha-zam
Guess who I am?
(I keep everyone’s secret)
Sha-zam
Guess who I am?
(But I’m a riddle. I’m your riddle, so riddle me out)

When you plunged headlong into the lights
that’s when you first cried of not being ready for me.
I sat frail in every one of your classrooms,
my breathing made your teachers unsteady, nay, wobbly.

Been tossed out
a whole lot more than I’ve been carried.
But you can only have me 
either dead or buried!

I'm an easy kill—you can murder me a thousand times.
In the dead of night I’ll crash through your weatherproof doors.
You can bury me and I’ll be good and alive—
I'll sing with the banshees under your floors!

You can have me either dead or buried.
Can’t have me both dead and buried!
You can have me either dead or buried.
No-one’s ever had me both dead and buried.

When they told you the good ones never die (and then what to do)
is when I howled out you should come lookin’ for me.
I laugh sickly but my passage no walls can deny.
My heaving crescent makes confessors flushed and fumbly.

Been crossed out
a whole lot more than married.
But you can only have me
either dead or buried!

You can have me either dead or buried.
You can’t have me both dead and buried.
My harsh embrace makes even sages wary.
No-one’s ever found me both dead and buried.

(dead or, dead or) (buried)
(dead or, dead or, dead or) (buried)

And when you let me pick you up you’ll be confused.
(it works if you’re confused)
I can’t drown the buzz of a billion self-medicatin’ hornets
(self-medicatin’)
But at least your trust will never be abused
(not ever)
like those who turned your vigor into rigor mortis...

Most can take me only dead or buried.
Few can handle neither dead nor buried.
They can flaunt me only dead or buried.
You should want me
though I’m dressed in dread
my garbs all woven in thread
that’s indisputably incredible
and most spectacularly varied

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Dead Or Buried

(lyrics in English below Spanish, olé!)

Esta escalera de caracol
llega hasta el árbol que crece en el Sol
con una espada enterrada en el corazón
y en sus brazos escrito en español:
"el día está hecho para cantar
y la noche es para amar"
es un cliché, ya lo sé

Pero soñé que navegaba en tu piel
nos desdoblamnos como barcos de papel
y quedó abierta de par en par
la puerta de tus ojos sobre el mar
azul de Prusia
es el color de esta distancia
pero el tiempo no tiene color

Cierra los ojos e imagina una espiral
que va enredándose en tu espina dorsal
vamos hacia el centro del huracán
donde las horas no pasan
y nos vamos convirtiendo en vapor
en las alas del amor

una escalera de caracol...

PRUSSIAN BLUE

This spiral staircase
reaches the tree that grows in the Sun
with a sword buried in its heart
in its arms it's written in Spanish:
"the day is made to sing
and the night is for love"
it's a cliche, i know

But I dreamt of navigating your skin
we unfolded like paper boats
and there it was, wide open
the door to your eyes in front of the sea
Prussian blue
is the color of this distance
but time has no color

Close your eyes and imagine a spiral
that gets entangled in your spinal cord
we are moving towards the eye of the hurricane
where hours don't go by
and we start to turn into vapor
on the wings of love

a spiral staircase...

Eurídice

Azul De Prusia

A glowed embrace, a mystifying meander through twilight spaces, dipping between the shadows and the orange light, waiting for the moment when smiles abound and feelings muster….

Certain artists create captivating essences within their work, no matter what that work might be formalized as, and there are few better that conjure up a myriad of emotions than Maltese producer and multi-instrumentalist Melchior Sultana, who is releasing his new LP on the Oath.

A born feeler of the ways in which music can ignite, reflect and inspire, Sultana’s career has consisted of an endless sequence of forays in multiple genres, styles, and complexions, taking in everything from Techno, Deep House, Soul-Jazz, Trip-Hop, and everything really that exists in-between. His craftsmanship reflects a deeper understanding of how sound is utilized and portrayed, with a careful application placed upon every note and beat that exists within each of his creations. Spaces are filled carefully but with plenty of enthusiasm, with a keen eye placed upon every element to ensure that the frequencies all sing from the same song sheet. As a result, his music feels alive not just with technical layering but with soul and mood, something that reflects his upbringing within the rich cultural melting pot that is the Mediterranean.

Music is an art form in Melchior’s eyes, a purity of expressionism that bares the soul of the creator, and welcomes others into a space where connections and appreciations can flourish. This approach is captured throughout a discography that is bold as it is emotive, as dynamic as it is razor-focused, a broad warm sea of color, technicality, and meaning. His latest phase has seen him cover an enormous amount of ground within contemporary Deep House, with his incredible take on the genre seeing him release music on iconic labels such as 12Records, Underground Quality, Minuendo Recordings, and Ten Lovers Music, along with curating his own imprint, Profound Sound - a series of releases that have seen him rise to the top of the genre, a creator who is vastly admired and constantly sought out.

Sultana seems intent to continue this exploration of sound and form with his new LP, ‘Self Reflection’, with plenty of his tried and tested motifs making appearances here. From the glittering, twinkling opener ‘Chill’, Sultana turns on all the styles he can muster, with power and melodic grace being manipulated with such intuitive creativity. Two acid-tinged numbers, ‘Mirage’ and ‘Switch Up’, come next, and these cuts contrast Sultana’s beautifully considered chord progressions with something a little harder, and as a switch, in the frequency, it lends itself well for the next phase. Three gorgeous house tracks slide through the door next - ‘You and I’, with its calming vocal snippets and pulsating pad work; ‘Conclusions’, with its aquatic, simmering lead synth lines; and ‘Dogma’, with its perky, uplifting organ melody.

‘Heads Up’ is memorable for its skippy beat structure and its well-defined spatial makeup, whilst the dance floor orientated (and aptly named) ‘Remember the Floor’ will have you dreaming of four walls and smoky lights. The record closes out with two superb numbers, ‘Don’t Look Back’ and ‘Module’, which see Sultana really go for it in regards to sequences and tones, and the results leave a lasting imprint on the memory. As always, there’s an extreme sense of satisfaction to be had with this album, a spiritual joy that caresses the soul and enriches the mind, a duality that only artists such as Melchoir are able to achieve. As Oath, we couldn’t be more thrilled to invite you into his latest dive

Chill

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A1 - Melchior Sultana - Chill (feat. Janelle Pulo)[OATH004]

Here Where I Stand

Southern Hospitality - Combstead / Robert Grigg

Appalachian trails - Robert Grigg & Combstead

FRISCO - BEAT

From disco to disco  feet down on the ground
We’re never so lonely  hanging’ around
We’re dancing so softly  these arms are so light
Spreading as wings w’ready to fly

Frisco-beat follow the fleet

Meanwhile our minds leans to a cloud
It’s very cosy as it were a sofa
Living is easy forgetting our past
We are so happy knocking’ out the way to time

Life is so fast when you realise you‘r born and one day you’ll die
Better way is to perceive and let you go ,breaking chains of time
Loneliness is just a quest to appreciate sharing
Not just material things ,but feeling ,tears  and smile and humanity ,humanity

We fear all the losers so leave as alone
A mirror reflect ,reflect our faults
We prefer not to see the waterfall
We keep on  dancing on this wonderful raft

Frisco Beat

Oh, don't try that bullshit with me, my dear.
Or I'll be giving you a wave.
Your fantasies are growing out of hand.
Just one more on my list to save.

I'm the one that showed you all the secret ways.
Paths to avoid; how to behave.
You've taken all these gifts that I bestowed on you.
Turned them to something in your brain.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
Because we're only here once.
You don't follow.
Advice (to) say no.
Your first reaction is to plunge.

The path to twisted logic is not paved with gold.
The years of struggle take their toll.
Although I don't excuse the things you've done.
It's hard to dig out of a hole.

A story in your mind is not the same as truth.
A fort that's built on shifting sands.
The tide of time came in and cut you off.
Its waters covered up your lands.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
This is the only chance we get.
(I) don't want to know.
Your problems, though.
And no one's giving you a gett.

A shout from afar.
There's a message you're missing. 
There's are signs coming up.
You should read.
Their letters unopened.
Their warnings unheaded.
In the absence of reason.
You can't breathe.

This is a final reminder.
A notice they're serving.
An advertising campaign on TV. (x2)
The path that you're on.
It's the wrong road you've taken.
The deadly silence in between.
This is the silence in between.

Oh, don't give me that nonsense there's beauty in truth.
You beat the fuckers to the punch.
I've always been a cynic I worry too much.
Won't always get you a free lunch. 

Your mother always told you "we don't hold a grudge".
But, you can't seem to let it go.
She doesn't know you cos you hide it all so well.
Select few people in the know.

Oh, c'est la vie.
Live fast and free?
Only the foolish that stay young.
Forever goes, on through the snow.
You're best placed if you are amongst.
Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
"Will they forgive me in the end?"
Before I go.
A sign to show.
There's certain things that you can't mend.

Caught in the middle.
A crook and a fork in the road.
You took what you wanted.
And never thought to give back some.
To all the people who helped you to make your way up.
All the things that you did trying to make sure that they would say.
"You're okay".
You used your advantage to pull the wool over her eyes.
Never imagining we could see straight through your straight through your lies.
The depths that you'd sink to.
Just to appear to be sound.
It got to the point when nobody wanted you around.
In the town.
A drink in the morning to stop you from wretching means nowt.
It's better to keep it all in than to let all out.
Nobody wants to hear about your childhood you know.
If you won't move on from it, then you won't have any room to grow.
All for show.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach.

A chat with the neighbours upon whom you always impress.
Exacting credentials, oh, you wear your heart on your chest.
"Don't listen to anything anyone says about me".
You say with a grin as you walk to the shop for your beers.
"I'll say cheers"
Nobody's saying that you had it easy you know.
But that doesn't mean that you can just be a bastard and go.
Off on a tangent on any vaguely similar theme.
That makes you look brilliant at least in your mind as you scheme.
In your dreams.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach. [x2]

It's the bitterness seeping out of you in a giant cloud.
What a clown.

It's been so long that it really isn't the same in this town.
In fact things are better now that you are never around.
Like a bad smell that we just couldn't get to go away.
You stay for a week when you promised to stay for a day.
I must say.
You borrowed some money, hoping that you'd find your way home.
Never stopping to think.
Or thanking your folks for the loan.
I don't know what it is but there's just something off with your tone.
A slight whiff of violence.
You're just like a dog with a bone.
A no go.

Narcissistic.
C'est la vie.



C'est la Vie

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West Saugerties Blues

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