Nice intro and the vocal comes in faultlessly. Good lyric and very melodic song. Like the choral versus. The instrumentation is apt and listenable too. I like those laid back voices particularly. Great stuff!

It's always good to hear a nice and soft guitar solo! Very cool song, keep it up!

Nice solo addition on a classical progression

My latest songs about stuff, things, and all the  usual codswallop. The first five were written in September. The second five are from October (2024). Fancy.

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Into The Depths Of Sleep

Then

If I could conjure fortune up with fame.
And treat those two imposters just the same.
If I am flicker, a shadow, a moment in time.
Then I am a whisper, a headache, a 6 am. line.

Watch back, stat attack, deary me.
My apple took a fall from a golden tree.
Oh, what are you seeing when you look at me?
I'm alive.
Trying to find a way to survive.

The wind that blew away the dust and rot.
The same wind blew away the elder gods.
If I'm on a golden star, spinning a circle in time.
How can I be staring out into space in a line?

Hold back, black jack, twenty-three.
My apple didn't fall far from that tree.
Oh, I am my own, and I will always be.
I'm alive.
Trying to find a way to get by.

The sun that weaves its path across the sky.
Will carry on the same after you die.
If I am a small part of all that has happened before.
How is it fair that I can never know what's in store?

Sad sack, hold back, deary me.
My apple took a fall from the golden tree.
Oh, what am I seeing when I look at me?
I'm alive.
Trying to find a way to the...

Hard tack, take back, birds and bee.
My apple didn't fall far from that tree.
Oh, I am my own, and I will always be.
I'm alive.
Trying to find a way to survive.

The Apple And The Tree

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

Oh, the thought came to me.
Though it may have been a dream.
Am I floating alone in the void?
Now we all have to pay.
For our days with no consequences.
Are we drifting slowing away?
Away.

Now we're hoping to get away.
Hoping to find a way home.
You were always eclectic.
But your dreams were always on your own.
Now you've nothing to show for it.
Nothing but skin on your bones.
Can you atone?
All alone.

Now, the thought disagreed.
Was it part of some strange dream?
Where I'm floating alone in the void.
Now, we all have to say.
That we're happy with our choices.
But that doesn't make it so.
Not so.

Now we wait for our getaway.
Hoping to make ourselves whole.
We were thinking eccentric.
But our dreams were always our own.
Now we've nothing but empty.
Pockets of misery sown.
It's been shown.
All alone.

Now we're hoping to get away.
Hoping to find your way home.
You were always eclectic.
But your dreams were always on your own.
Now you've nothing to show for it.
Nothing but skin on your bones.
Can you atone?
All alone.

A Dream

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

Retail park shark.
Swimming in a foot spa.
Living in a fast car.
Asking where the birds are.
This must come naturally to you?
You are not real but I have seen your face.
You're a picture on the fireplace.

Low pain, high bar.
Asking not to get far.
Top rat, smack hat.
Trying to sell his old tat.
You can not ask me for a clue.
The portrait of a piss artist, staggered in middle age.
Just sat there waiting to be saved.

Watch out cause all the foxes will come at you with a smile.
They'll help you for a while.
Help you for a while.

It's easier to fool you than to tell you you've been fooled.
I didn't make the rules.
You can not know the rules.

Clever fox, treasure box.
Find what was lost.
Cold in November.
We won't be remembered.
You can not tell me what to do.
The man who wanted everything, ending on microfiche.
I guess he didn't get his wish.

Watch out cause all the foxes will come at you with a smile.
They'll help you for a while.
Help you for a while.

My Grandad gave my nose a tweak and told me I was bad.
She's the best I ever had.
The best I ever had.

Little Grebe (In Summer Plumage)

Simple chord progression done with rnb 101 guitar playing. Begins with harmonica bend. Vocal delivery mostly on the beat making it more suitable for folk.  A dorian for the ‘going on slowly’ prechorus. The chorus goes from G to D/F# cos’ I wanted a nice bass movement and it also gives it a borrowed chord. I get to play with loud soft dynamics within the chorus and being true to the subject matter ‘pls take what little I have to offer’ is given a minimalist treatment with only vox and guitar. So you have the fierceness of ‘at all’ which is done in almost the same style as ‘give it all’ by Rise Against. The sitar ( only fake instrument) plays a Khamaj raga which is Mixlodyian mode. Know it fucks with the groove but I had to be true to subject matter. Also handpan which is a Christmas gift. Chord progression goes to G which is the key of the bridge. Some superimposition on piano for bridge. G7 which leads to back to Am for deceptive cadence. Ended making the beginning each phrase on the half of each bar. Piano is playing D throughout. Also played with A and C but they didn’t sound as nice. Not since Hurt by Johnny Cash has a single note been milked so hard. Almost EDM drops in the song so I could have turned it into folktronica. Adlibs for the final chorus were done in one take so the length of the final ‘peace’ is random. Can hold a note for longer than that but it's improvised. 

Lyrically, it is a love song/tribute to my fave novel Shantaram. When asked, about my fave song or fave movie I have a list. But fave novel-there’s only one that has brought me inner peace. I was given it by Indian bassist in uni during my first exp as frontman. It manages to be both a page turner and also has a constant mood of inner peace. Great lines as well as great romance between author and Karla. Still a much better love story than Twilight. In that respect the song isn’t too faithful cos it’ mood isn’t ‘constant inner peace.’ There are ‘explosions’ in song. The Indians called the protagonist Shantaram-which means ‘a man of gods peace.’ Not religious but have respect for religion.


I ain’t got no time
I ain’t got nowhere to go (improvised. Dunno what it means)
Ani auni vevyone. Hashem yashav li (first line is a slight melodic variation of refuge by matisyahu. Live at Stubbs. It’s taken from the Psalm of David and is in Hebrew/Yiddish. Second line is directly taken. I’m told he pronounces it too strongly but it helps with the singing that way.)
You lay my refuge down like Atlantis to the sea ( giving props to Matisyahu and also Donovan.)
Going slowly Going on slowly Going on slowly ey.


Chorus
I am mistaken for your love 
Oh rest assured I mean you no harm at all (some contradiction here. Go with the second line).
Please take what little I have to offer
No it ain’t’ much 
But it’s all I got you see
To be a man of God’s peace (Shantaram)
 a man of Gods peace (you know how the comments section for ‘Starboy’ is 来个鸡蛋。Lai ge ji dan. which means give me an egg. It's what Chinese people think look what you've done sounds like. Couldn’t unheard it for a while. For this, it’s 妈的尬屁。Which means ‘your mother’s awkward fart.’ 

Verse 2:
Defined by what we can endure
Not by what we can inflict  (A line from the novel. Paraphrased)
I chase the sunset down
With the colors of my wit (a lot of drinking goes on in the novel. Also a lot of colors)
Going on slowlyy going on slowly

Bridge:

I am the mountains that tear through the wind. (Taken from folk song 1 that I wrote. Was the chorus of that song but I didn’t like how it ended so now it’s a bridge. It is similar to, “when they tell you you’re not enough you tell them you are more than enough”- queen of wakanda. ) Also pretty badass vibes which fits the author of Shantaram.
I am the pain that shatters the glass
I am vicious when I am cut, I am delicious and a nut (the improvised lyrics were better than the ones that I focused on writing for the 1st song so I kept these)


Shantaram

Ce titre, composé originalement en 1994 et réarrangé en 2024 pour Marie-Christine Tremblay, parle des états d'âme d'une femme qui vient d'être trompée et qui est triste et fâchée. Le rythme soutenue démontre une force de caractère de la femme face à cette trahison. La pièce est interprétée par le duo MCDC (Marie-Christine et moi-même) avec l'aide de quelques musiciens chevronnés. Marlène Claveau au sax alto, Michel Otis au sax ténor et au Clavinet, André Lessard à la trompette, Martin Tremblay au trombone. Je suis à la programmmation, à la basse et la guitare et au back vocal. Mixé et masterisé par Martin Larose au Studio Septentrio.

This title, originally composed in 1994 and rearranged in 2024 for Marie-Christine Tremblay, is about the moods of a woman who has just been cheated on and is sad and angry. The sustained rhythm demonstrates a strong character of the woman in the face of this betrayal. The piece is performed by the MCDC duo (Marie-Christine and myself) with the help of some experienced musicians. Marlène Claveau on alto sax, Michel Otis on tenor sax and clavinet, André Lessard on trumpet, Martin Tremblay on trombone. I’m on programming, bass, guitar and back vocal.


Infidèle (Ft: MCDC)

Infidèle (Ft : MCDC)

Chasing The Next

Why is that tree grow up slowly?
It makes me sick. A bit angry.
What have I done of this Sunday?
Nothing real good came out of me

The ants are growing inside my brain
The wasp is bumping on my stomach
Clouds everywhere over my head
I must go out and reach the sun

I was buried a whole day long
Digging tunnels using my tongue
What have I done of this Sunday?
Nothing real good came out of me

The ants are growing inside my brain
The wasp is bumping on my stomach
Clouds everywhere over my head
I must go out and reach the sun

I am stuck in this state of mind
I was in there that past July
Why is that tree grow up slowly?
It makes me sick. A bit angry.

The ants are growing inside my brain
The wasp is bumping on my stomach
Clouds everywhere over my head
I must go out and reach the sun

I am so sick of all this filth
A rash on my flesh with roots so deep
This willow tree obsesses me
I must go out 

The ants are growing inside my brain
The wasp is bumping on my stomach
Clouds everywhere over my head
I must go out and reach the sun

That Past July

So Long Troubles

like a frog on a ladder
i am climbing to the light
i walk through the river
like a lonely ghost tonight

like a storm in winter
and like a morning song
i wait for the glimmer
of that moment on lawn

like a lost old fire 
going out under the rain
i climb a little higher 
and i hope hear to (your name)

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a demo that I can't finish

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