This song is about losing my wonderful big brother when I was a young man. He bought me 'The White Fender Strat' and said quietly through his smile "No excuses now...". Thanks forever bro, this is for you as always.
 
The Valuable Friends:
@janinelevinson: The Queen of Roll, Rock and Soul on the Second Mic
@rick-4-1: Mr Tour Pro on Very Cool Drums
@phil-mcwalter: The Other Stuff


SMOKE

Growing up, looking up
I have never had my toast buttered on both sides
I started crying the day 
I watched my father clearing the overgrown weeds at the top of the garden and realised 
And realised
That wasn’t what he was doing
Ooh no

It was a still day 
So still
It was a still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
And another
Five years

There was a silence 
Where my beautiful dead brother still lived between us 
And that quietness wasn’t burned with the weeds

It was a still day
It was a still life 
So still
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
Another
Five years

Digging the sod in Donegal 
Praying for muscle, bunched like a ball 
Sweat and pride loved standing tall 
Anticipating 
Eye-watering 
Peat-stove fire 
That would 
Warm 
Cook 
And flavour our bones

It was a still day 
Still day
It was a still life 
Still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes

Another
Five years
And another
Five years...

Five years
Tick tock
Five years
My father lost his sense of smell and his pulse in cenotaph central heating
Five years
And my orphaned senses 
Five years
Still feel that fire

And smell that smoke...

© July 2021 - Phil McWalter

Image: 'Peasant Burning Weeds' 1883 Van Gogh

Spotify

Smoke

«Tango-Baroque» Op. 130.

« Travel among the stars » for Flute & Piano
I began this new contemporary piece on Thursday, August 19, 2021
It was completed and recorded in my home-studio on Monday, September 20, 2021
Franck Douvin © 2021 Contemporary Chamber Music
Thanks for listening. I hope you'll enjoy...
Here's the video link on YouTube : https://youtu.be/KFP7DqGP5lU

« Travel among the stars » for Flute & Piano

«Evening» Op.131.

musique : @deep-man-2-121969062
mots et voix : Luciole Langevine

Il pleut des pneus sur les ruines du vieux monde
Les arbres déchiquetés n'abritent plus personne
La musique de la vie nulle part ne résonne

Il pleut des pneus sur les ruines du vieux monde
Peu à peu les étoiles occupent chaque espace
Des tourbillons de vortex se faufilent en surface 

Il pleut des pneus sur les ruines
Plus de regard pour voir, plus d'oreille pour entendre
Les structures les squelettes se délitent boue et cendre

Il pleut des pneus

translation :

It's raining tires on the ruins of the old world
The shredded trees no longer shelter anyone
The music of life nowhere resonates

It's raining tires on the ruins of the old world
Little by little the stars occupy each space
Vortex swirls creep across the surface

It's raining tires on the ruins
No more eyes to see, no more ears to hear
The structures, the skeletons disintegrate into mud and ashes

It's raining tires

Il Pleut Des Pneus - feat Deepman

With gratitude and respect to Kohei Uchimura, who is retiring.

This song was inspired by Kohei Uchimura who is a gymnastics athlete at Tokyo 2020 Olympic.
But maybe you can sing this for your hero, for your friends, for your lovers, for your parents….
Whatever it is, this is a song of gratitude and respect for the person you admire.

[Lyrics]

Cause I Saw You Were There

Do you know why I could come here?
Do you know what made me to come here?
It’s you. 
Cause I saw you were there. 
You were there.
Yes, it’s you. 
Cause I saw you were there. 
You were there.

引退される内村航平選手へ、感謝と敬意をこめて。

体操の内村航平選手の東京オリンピックを見て、この曲が生まれました。
でもたぶんこの曲は、あなたのヒーローのため、あなたの友人のため、あなたの恋人のため、あなたの両親のための曲でもあります…。
それが何であれ、あなたの憧れの人への感謝と敬意を歌ったものです。

[歌詞]

僕がなぜここに来ることが出来たのか知っていますか？
何が僕をここに連れて来たのか知っていますか？
あなたです。 
あなたがそこにいたのを見たからです。 
あなたはそこにいた。
そう、それはあなたです。 
あなたがそこにいたのを見たからです。 
あなたはそこにいました。

Cause I Saw You Were There

Silhouette

My lyrics below inspired Riff to create this track
Vocals, All Music & Mix by Riff Beach 

HER MIND GOES BACK IN TIME
TO A PLACE CALLED BULL MOUNTAIN
AS WINTERS FIRST  SNOW IS FALLIN'
IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS TIME

THE MOUNTAIN IS BEAUTIFUL 
AND OH WHAT A TIME THEY WILL HAVE
THE MEMORIES ARE WONDERFUL
NOTHING IS COMPLICATED

(CHORUS)
SHE DREAMS OF GOIN' BACK TO BULL MOUNTAIN
WHERE THEY LAUGHTED AND HAD A GREAT TIME
HER MAMA IS IN THE KITCHEN COOKIN'
THE GOOD TIMES ARE NOT FORGOTTEN

NO I-PHONES OR I-PADS BACK THEN
NO FACEBOOK POST TO WORRY ABOUT
THE GOOD TIMES WILL SOON BEGIN
AND NOBODY WILL BE LEFT OUT

KIDS ARE RUNNIN' AND PLAYIN'
AND HAVIN' A GOOD TIME
CAUSE CHRISTMAS TIME IS COMIN'
AND IT WILL SOON BE SHOWTIME

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2021 © Lyrics by Tony Harris

Bull Mountain Christmas - Collab by Tony Harris and Riff Beach - Original

Solitude

might be about general regrets or old loves or even international grievances or just something like what Sir Paul sang "Fixing a hole..." but in this case it's NOT Fixing A Hole...!

The Nail's Long Gone But The Hole's Still There

All instruments and programming Steve Matthews


Orca

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 have musically diverse interests: pop/rock songs, jazz-rock fusion/prog instrumentals; acoustic guitar. Main instrument is guitar, I'm not a keyboard player or singer, but hopefully I can do enough there to make my work sound ok.