This list is pretty much dedicated to the heart stinging stuff out there, somewhere between unbearable and heavy burden listen flow my tears style and beautiful , angelic, ethereal and so much more.

Here you will experience more calm, maybe somewhat "uplifting", but mostly more flowmytears and deep sensible listen, dreamy, balladic and real touching stuff.

I am every day amazed how i experience this dedication, superb quality and beautiful music here on SC, that i thank the maker, that, whatever chain of events caused this, i ended up here!

Trying to put those really cherry picked songs into an order, which i think they would make sense and put you in some kind of state and flow.... going with the sorrooohhhwww...

Love you all!

Ethereal Songwriting and more....

Introduction in English:
After five years of abstinence, my son fell back into drugs. All attempts to help him bounced off the increasingly overpowering drug cocktails. All my feelings during this time, the anger about the destructive power of the drugs, the powerlessness in the face of the quicksand in which my son sank further and further, the despair and sadness about the loss of loving contact with him, I have tried to process in this song.  

Introduction in German:
Nach fünf Jahren der Abstinenz ist mein Sohn wieder den Drogen verfallen. Alle Versuche, ihm zu helfen, prallten an den immer übermächtiger werdenden Drogencocktails ab. Alle meine Gefühle in dieser Zeit, die Wut über die zerstörerische Kraft der Drogen, die Ohnmacht angesichts des Treibsandes, in den mein Sohn immer weiter versank, die Verzweiflung und Trauer über den Verlust des liebevollen Kontaktes zu ihm, habe ich versucht, in diesem Song zu verarbeiten.  

Lyrics

I am cryin` for you, my son

Can only watch you, 
How you slip down
How you lose your point of view

Can only watch you, 
As you slowly sink
Drowning in the mire of your soul

You have become such a stranger to me
Where south was is now cold north
The familiarity is gone 
The dignity lies in the dirt

Ooh please don't throw away your last shirt

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myselg, my son

We were playing music
We were jamming together
In an incredible harmony

Threw the balls to each other
We were in tune
Like a magical symphony

But now the strings are torn
All my knowledge is of no use 
I no longer know you
Strange astral wind

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myself, my son

I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son

I`m crying for you, my son

I Am Crying For You, My Son

Janine Levinson: voice, lyrics, vocal melody 

Jonathan Beckenstein: initial music, instruments, mix

a note from Janine, lyrics to follow:

Jonathan sent me this lovely music, and for some reason I thought of Fibonacci. Not so much the number sequence, but the guy. The numbers are cool and I love them --a series where each is the sum of the two before: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, and so on. They are meaningful because it turns out these numbers appear disproportionately around us: in math, in our preferences, in nature. Like as depicted in the wonderful illustration that Jonathan found to accompany our tune. So many things end up to be described by the numbers. The beautiful numbers! Count the petals on a flower and the result will likely be one of them. How lovely is that? 
But the guy himself popped up in my head when I heard Jonathan's music. I imagined young Fibonacci --almost a thousand years ago now --looking carefully at everything around him: ruminating, fascinated, entirely distracted. So in love with the mystery of the world. To me that is the essence of romance. Young Fibonacci, madly in love with the world.


One one Two three five eight thirteen
 Leonardo what were you dreaming about
 Underneath your covers?
 One two three five eight thirteen 
You were the sum of your Dad and your Mom 
And everything that came before 
One two three five eight thirteen 
Hand over mouth 
See your breath in the night 
Leonardo you thought of everything
 One two three five eight thirteen 
Fibonacci, counting the petals on cosmos 
What did you find when the moment aligned? 
What did you see in the branches of trees? 
Fibonacci, you thought of everything 
The son, the sum of everything

You Thought Of Everything (with Janine Levinson)

Vocals & Lyrics by: littleuniverses
Music composed by: Paul Zambrano @paulmyleszambrano
Mixed by: Paul Zambrano @paulmyleszambrano
Mastered by: Andru Thomas

Video: https://youtu.be/V7Ayg3OIRMo
https://littleuniverses.com/wtwfs/

WANDERLUST EP

When The World Feels Small

When the World Feels Small

At the age of 12, I fell madly in love with the spindly Brigitte, who lived with her parents in the house next door. Unfortunately, she did not return my love, but had eyes exclusively for David Cassidy, the then mega-girl crush and star of the series "Partridge Family". In my still very childish imagination and jealousy, I made elaborate plans to secretly cross over to America in a plane. There unnoticed murder David Cassidy during one of the series rehearsals and after my return to Germany, the then inconsolable Brigitte close in my arms and she can have then all alone for me.  
When these sometimes obsessive thoughts tormented me too much, I put on "It`s only Love"; the second song from the B-side of "Help", my very first record album by the Beatles.
And as soon as John Lennon intoned the refrain "It`s only love and that is all, why should I feel the way I do..." in his wonderfully haunting voice, I immediately calmed down and found a deep comfort within myself. 
A good 40 years later, this old story caught up with me again when my son told me that he was pining over a young woman living in his neighborhood, but that she was completely ignoring him.  
This "eternal return of the same" made my cover version of "It`s only Love" rise up in me. - The result to be heard here has been, as always with my covers, vigorously turned through the Karlit-O-Kay mill....   

Mit 12 Jahren verliebte ich mich unsterblich in die spindeldürre  Brigitte, die mit Ihren Eltern im Nachbarshaus wohnte. Leider erwiderte sie meine Liebe nicht, sondern hatte ausschließlich Augen für David Cassidy, dem damaligen Mega-Mädchenschwarm und Star der Serie "Partridge Family". In meiner noch sehr kindlichen Phantasie und Eifersucht schmiedete ich ausgeklügelte Pläne, wie ich heimlich in einem Flugzeug nach Amerika hinübersetze. Dort unbemerkt David Cassidy bei einem der Serienproben ermorde und nach meiner Rückkehr nach Deutschland, die dann untröstliche Brigitte in meine Arme schließe und sie dann ganz alleine für mich haben kann.  
Wenn mich diese mitunter obsessiven Gedanken zu sehr quälten, legte ich "It`s only Love" auf; das zweite Lied von der B-Seite von "Help", meinem allerersten Platten-Album von den Beatles.
Und sobald John Lennon mit seiner wunderbar eindringlichen Stimme den Refrain "It`s only love and that is all, why should I feel the way I do..." anstimmte, beruhigte mich dies sofort und ich fand  einen tiefen Trost in mir. 
Gut 40 Jahre später holte mich diese alte Geschichte wieder ein, als mir mein Sohn erzählte, dass er eine in seiner Nachbarschaft lebende junge Frau anschmachtet, sie ihn aber komplett ignorieren würde.  
Diese "ewige Wiederkehr des Gleichen" ließ in mir meine Cover-Version von "It`s only Love" aufsteigen. - Das hier zu hörende Ergebnis ist wie immer bei meinen Covers kräftig durch die Karlit-O-Kay-Mühle gedreht worden....

It`s only love (Cover-Version)

It´s Only Love (Cover-Version)

This is an earlier version of Pearly Moon, off an older EP called Change of Address.
Live Studio Recording

Playing wooden flutes/whistles Roger Mullarkey
Drums and percussion Steve O'Keeffe https://www.bluesconfidential.com
and on bass guitar Bernard Byrne (The Pale). 
Lead vocals/BV guitar Suzanne Ledwith
Mixed and recorded by Darren Flynn (The Pale).
Words and music by Suzanne Ledwith
Photograph by Suzanne Ledwith

Change of Address

Pearly Moon Irishy

The burning eternal question - do you love me?
Do you love me, you love me?
Well so do people who sell ice-cream
They'll say anything, they think I'd like to hear

Do yo love me like they do?

Hey girl, you better watch out
cos people care not for what you may
Though it's written on their faces
They hide behind sweet words

Anybody for ice-cream (or tennis)?
(a nod to @nic_nic_nic: Nic for tennis suggestion)

Live Studio recording, engineered by Darren Flynn
Drums Steve O'Keeffe (The Pale/BluesConfidential  www.bluesconfidential.com
https://soundcloud.com/bluesconfidential) 
Bernard Byrne (The Pale)
Lead vocals, BV, guitar, art by Suzanne Ledwith

Hey Ho

Sundown

Buy it on iTunes - https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/mary-kills-single/id1186362488

Written by Kathryn BERRY, Sari Dajani and Gin Veli
Produced by Sari Dajani at PSDMusique
 
Inspired by the made for TV series Mary Kills People and the works of Emily Dickinson

Mary Kills

I decided to have a go at writing a Christmas song a few weeks ago, though I wasn't intending to post it, but a few people who were kind enough to let me inflicted it on them have been very encouraging, so here it is!

Many thanks to https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein for his invaluable advice and feedback.

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And the snow fell
On Christmas day
And I never felt so homesick
And I'm three thousand miles away
In America

Oh and it's true
That you don't know
What you've got
Until it's gone
Until it's gone

And the bells rang out in Central Park on Christmas day I
Walked through the snow
With nowhere to go
But it was kind of beautiful even though
I felt so alone
So far from home

Unless you're sure that you don't
Really care for Christmas I'd
Make the best of Christmas time today

And the sign said
No flight today
So I came back from the airport
And you're three thousand miles away
On the telephone

Oh and it's true
That we don't know
What we've got
Until it's gone
Until it's gone

[Repeat chorus]

So unless you're sure that you don't
Really care for Christmas I'd
Make the best of Christmas time today

[Repeat chorus]

The snow fell at Christmas...
The bells rang out, in Central Park, the bells rang out, nowhere to go...

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Produced arranged composed performed recorded & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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The picture is a detail from 'Snow In Central Park -01' by Leza Lyn.

Download

Make The Best Of Christmas

I wrote this song thinking about things I wish I could forget. With all my music, I want to capture a feeling and create a little universe.

lyric video: https://youtu.be/X80KAShPLYg

littleuniverses

Those Things

I've uploaded a video to accompany this song (Youtube link below)  
Any views would be much appreciated 

https://youtu.be/OsAejk0QE2c

Best wishes
Richard :)

Like A Foreign Place

Rock song written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree

Shattered Walls

All rights reserved 9/7/2020

Late to the Show

You came in from the pouring rain
And stepped into the light...
Worn and frayed
That stormy night...

You slipped up to the microphone
Held with all your might
Quarter past ten
That Tuesday night....

The kit it fell silent
The bass man he froze 
Echos through the rafters
Straight to the soul...

The silence was so deafening
Until you let it go...
Rich and arresting
How could they know...

The teardrops rolled like thunder
From your eyes into theirs
Rivers of emotion 
For all to hear...

The kit it fell silent
The bass man he froze 
Echos through the rafters
Straight to the soul...

Late to the Show

This space reserved in the memory of John from The Warheads.
See you on the other side..

Bruce and John

Waving To John..... (Conover & The Warheads)

a deeply personal song about almost losing someone close to me, and coming to terms with that.  something i don’t ever want to re-live, but it made me love them so much more.  more than i ever thought possible.

this song is available to BUY on bandcamp https://miaowmcdonald.bandcamp.com/track/a-fucked-up-lovesong

"A Fucked Up Lovesong" is also available on all other digital platforms to download and/or stream... iTunes, Spotify, Napster, Deezer, GooglePlay, AppleMusic, TikTok, YouTube  etc etc etc...

(c)(p) written & performed by Miaow McDonald

lyrics:

don't say you love me - or that you want me now...
don't say you want me - or that you love me now...

never been this high
i'm scared of heights
i'm scared of falling down.
never in this life
have i swam in sunlight
i'm scared i'm gonna drown.

'cos i love you more now
than i ever thought i would
i ever thought i could...
i love you more now
than i ever thought i would
i ever thought i could...

just say you love me - and that you want me now...
just say you want me - and that you love me now...

close the door
and hold me tight...
don't ever let me go
when i saved your life
you saved me from myself...
don't let that go...

'cos i love you more now
than i ever thought i would
i ever thought i could...
i love you more now
than i ever thought i would
i ever thought i could...


Words & Voice : Miaow McDonald
Acoustic Guitar : Miaow McDonald
Electric Guitar : Miaow McDonald
Broken Heart & Percussive Sobbing : Miaow McDonald
Piano & Keyboards : Robert Davidson (@AgedChoirBoy)
String Arrangement : Robert Davidson (@AgedChoirBoy)
Bass : Robert Davidson (@AgedChoirBoy)
Grinder Train : Scot Rail / GNER

Produced & Mastered : Robert Davidson (@AgedChoirBoy)

A Fucked Up Lovesong

Corners

Broken Dreams

I've just posted a youtube video to accompany this tune:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guBr4Kndez8
Cheers
Richard :)

On The Mend

Tomorrow
December 27, 2020  All Rights Reserved

Shadows stretch upon the avenue in time
And echo chambers pass the time away...in rhyme 
With repetition by design...
Right before our eyes
One more time

When the mourning comes before the dawn
Underneath electric skies 
There’s a place where we can run and hide
A place for you and I...

Tomorrow holds the second hands...of time 
The past will leave itself behind...this time
The wheels of change will turn from yesterday 
Roll on down the line 
One more time...

The forest lies somewhere beyond the trees 
If we could get there that’d be fine...
Reason’s just another casualty
of a truth so undefined...

Shadows stretch upon the avenue in time
And echo chambers pass the time away...in rhyme 
With repetition by design...
Right before our eyes
One more time

Tomorrow

Quello che ho imparato da te (Prod. Valerio Pul.)

Wheelwright: voice, lyrics, vocal melody @wheelwright

Cheesemont Paisley-Paisley: drums, tambourine, percussion recording @hypnopompetus  

Jonathan Beckenstein: guitars, bass, orchestral samples, original music, mix

Fictive Sisters is a transatlantic collaboration of Wheelwright and Beckenstein. Our album Immaculate Distraction is available at: https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com/album/immaculate-distraction

drums recorded at The Tension Headache Studio, Tsagarada, Pelion, Greece https://soundcloud.com/tension-headache-studio




See you same time tomorrow
Goodbye Kelly goodbye Sister J
Oh yes you hide your sorrow well but
No need to tell these kids that god does not appear to care

Oh if he's even there
 
Walked down to old St Martin it's
Dusk already there's cold December rain
In the Piccadilly lights
This place has seen the lost and found for
Seven hundred years
And so they come and pray
Or just to stay out of the rain
 
Oh were there words enough and time I would
Explain the world away and
If life's just a story (maybe) we can change the ending if we try
And though the past's been priced and sold
Tomorrows yet untold
 
Strayed into being happy
Fields of barley framed our stupid bliss
But it was all reflected lights
I never learned how to be kind until I lost someone I loved
But I'm not here to pray
Just trying to stay out of the rain
 
[Repeat chorus]
 
And the words become a song
And the child becomes a man

bandcamp

Close Of Day (with Wheelwright)(Fictive Sisters)

Random Space-Ape Synth-Nerd somewhere out there!

Ethereal Songwriting and more....

Fullyard