Name: One More Try by Steve Matthews
Duration: 4 min 53 s
Description: A slow, and sad one. (With Jen Di Biasi, vocals.)

perfect mood with vocals and music..sad,desperate kind of sadness/regret

Bringing Back some track made with Traxx, few years Back. 
Sounds Okay, I  thought you may enjoy it :)

Music Mix & Featuring by Traxx
Vocals & Lyrics : Special Cecilia

WAY OKAY

A slow, and sad one. (With Jen Di Biasi, vocals.)

One More Try

Thrift Shop Treasure

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered using Logic. 
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE in DADGAD Tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

Acoustic guitar instrumental.

Reunion

Might need to turn it up a little:)
**remixed 12/23 to fix boomy guitar and adjust eq on multiple tracks:)***
All rights reserved 12/5/2022
Artwork by Robin F. Williams 

I know… if I look away
I’m better off to see…
Time in a different way
And how it should be…
The minutes move so slowly
And sow their seeds…
Morning takes away the darkness
Eventually…

And if…I don’t miss the chance
To take it all in inside
Before walls come crumbling down
And we run and hide…
The hours show so little mercy 
Don’t you see
That we’re given what we need
Eventually…

The hours show so little mercy 
Don’t you see
That we’re given what we need
Eventually…

Eventually

Campeones

C a m p e o n e s

All music written, recorded, performed, and composed by Jeffrey Lasky.  All rights reserved to Jeffrey Lasky 2023.

Cover art from my BFF Duff Davis.  Please visit him at https://soundcloud.com/bluegreenguitar

Airborne over Dearborn

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

So happy to be able to share a new track made with the brilliant @debra_buesking

This Scottish inspired Celtic track gets it name from the opening words of a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins (posted below).  For those unaware, a burn is the Scottish/Northern English word for a small river.  The title also reminds me of the look and feel of  that other Scottish liquid Whiskey!  Have a wee dram while you listen.

Inversnaid

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Piano - Debra Buesking
Low Whistles, Uilleann Pipes - Philleann

Darksome Burn (Philleann & Debra Buesking)

Seagull magically touches with symphonic splendor Peter's erudite songwriting, singing, and playing, but still remains deeply personal as Father Time is personified.
Lyrics:
Did you commence, at once, or have you always ever been
And will your pounding heartbeat ever cease?
Are you a sense, or force, or something other in between?
Simply ticking down to each and every last release?
Is your pulse rate constant in this exponential universe?
Or does my biology speed the tempo of your rhyme?
Why are the lifespans of your subjects so potentially diverse?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Is your mission merely measure, or are you yourself the cause
Of evolution and decay of matter's elementary doom?
Are you the seemly pressure on the future's pending pause
Ethereally benign or other natural force subsume?
Can you shift like rays in prisms, temporal rainbows to behold
Are you the cause of age or do you simply count it's lines
Is your rounded face imprisoned in a cell numbered twelvefold
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

At terminal expansion of our present universe
For its destined re-contraction to begin
Will your hands slow to a halt then slip into reverse
Or count us down in forward time back to our origin?
Will the ultimate compaction trigger seasonal adjust
Predicate upon your base the final great rewind?
Then will you recommence or revert back to gently ticking dust?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Old Father Time (Peter, Seagull, Dan-t)

Adam Coppock - Live Drums
Michael Walker - Guitars, Bass, Harmonica, Vocals

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered on the Fostex 8 under the Big Purple Datsun Sky Rocket Flares...

Today is The Day

When I woke up today 
I had the guts to finally say
Told myself today was going to be the day

Wipe that smirk right off of your sleeve
Put on some ambition and try and believe
Deep down I knew it was up to me

There is no reason why I cant fly 
Just as high as the birds up in the sky
Making Honey out of other peoples Money 
Isn't all there is to me

I figured out its OK just to be me
I figured Out it's OK just to be me

No I don't want to live alone
Alone all by myself
There is too much to share with somebody else
So I give you my trust 
It's worth it
There is no doubt to me

When I come down alive
Through these crescent eyes of which I will carry
Knowing better now 
Direction is no longer blurry

With a smile I will look back at you
Holding back the laughter and the tears
There is no reason why I cant die now
No Failure, No Fortune , No Fears

Through the years, the smoke and the mirrors
There is no place I would rather be
It's because of you I found myself My dear

it's OK, It's All OK

Today's the Day

I like Soundcloud because it's a friendly community for sharing our music. When I like your music, I say how it affected me, maybe something about how you wrote, performed or produced it. I'm blown away by how many amazing artists are out there, so many folks who are recording their wonderful musical ideas, and doing it on a shoestring budget! I have a bit of a musical split personality, mainly writing music in two different styles: pop/rock songs, and jazz-rock fusion/prog instrumentals. Main instrument is guitar; I also play a Fender P-bass on most of my tracks. I am not a keyboard player or singer, but hopefully I can do enough to make my work sound ok.

One More Try

Steve Matthews

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