Name: One Hundred Days (Mark Lanegan Cover) by Steve Vercelloni
Duration: 5 min 58 s
Description: Words and music by Mark Lanegan except the first 1:18.

Now you are not only arranging songs I do not know, but also from artists I do not know. And you are doing it well. Great story here.

Aw I love this song …great job 🤘🏻💜🤘🏻

@yellow-bellymus: Many thanks D!  Turned out nice.

Had a little dry spell, hopefully it's over now. In the span of 24 hours I have alternated between hating and loving this track about 400 times...

If you need a helping hand
Someone who understands
Don’t shed a tear, I’m right here

If you need a dollar bill
Or have a little time to kill
Baby you know I will
I’m right here

When you’re down and blue
And you need two big strong arms to pull you through
Hold on tight, that’s what i’ll do

These are more than just words I say
I’m here for you night and day
Have no fear I'm right here

When the road is long
And you need someone to beside you, I’ll come along
Anywhere with you, is the place where I belong

These are more than just words I say
I’m here for you every day
Have no fear I'm right here
Have no fear I'm right here
Let me make this clear

I'm Right Here

Lyrics;
Aliens or Angels
Art Bell on the air one night
Said something streaked across the sky
So I searched the stars before morning light
In hope a spaceship would fly by

Watching what's been televised
Hey, are they watching me?
From some dimension as yet unknown
Beyond our technology

Are there Angels down from Heaven
That look out for our soul
Or aliens from outerspace
Who wait to take control

There's a limit to my vision
I'm only flesh and bone
I search for something out there
For some great unknown

Are they here now only waiting
for some fateful day
To show themselves in their true form
In some congenial way

Could eyes out in the universe
See this speck of dust
Orbiting a yellow star
Is someone watching us?

Are there Angels down from Heaven
That look out for our soul
Or aliens from outerspace
Who wait to take control

There's a limit to our vision
We're only flesh and bone
Are there Aliens or Angels
Or are we all alone

George Noory on the air tonight
Speaks of fire in the sky
I search the stars before  morning light
And pray that spaceships will fly by

Aliens Or Angels

Words and music By Roger Whittlesey. Saxophone arrangement by Georg Boehme. Boehme plays soprano, alto, tenor, and baritone saxes. He also plays the bass clarinet. Noel Barrett plays the bass guitar. All other sounds by Whittlesey. © 2024.

Dear Reader, 

In Shakespeare's play "Hamlet," Ophelia drowns herself in what is a terrible and tragic scene late in the play. 

The idea for this song came when I recognized that the grief of loss, missed opportunities, and mistakes compound as we age, and they don't leave us. Instead, these emotions seem to haunt us—often surprising us when we least expect it. And so, these feelings are akin to the tragic drowning of Ophelia, except that they seem to happen again and again—hence the title of the song. 

Georg Boehme, a brilliant arranger, composer, and horns player from Cologne, Germany, joined me on this piece. I sent Georg the basic tracks and gave him no instructions. He knows what to do, and he always exceeds my expectations. His playing on this piece is amazing. As you get to know Georg's music, you will begin to see that he has a unique style, and it shines through in all that he plays. Thank you, Georg, for lending me your immense creative talents. 

Last week, I sent what I believed was the finished version of this song to Noel Barrett, an outstanding bass player from Cork City, Ireland. I knew he would dig the work that Georg did on the track. And he did. Without any prompting, he replaced the bass part that I laid down—and improved the tune tenfold in the process. Noel has rock-solid time and brings a melodic sensibility to everything he plays on the bass. It is a great pleasure and honor to have him guesting on this song. 

Finally, I thank you, my devoted listeners, for your comments and for your repeated returns to my channel. 

I have much more music to write. This is only the beginning of the journey. 

Highest Regards, 

Roger Whittlesey
July 9, 2024

Ophelia Drowns Again

An old tree on island of Rhodos  (Butterfly valley)

The old tree  - Valentino

'facetious feces'

Insecure.
Sins a blur
when you're livin'
in the fast lane.
Feel no pain,
until you come 
crashing down.
Lasting frowns
seem to stick around 
endlessly. 
No retreat,
until you get
high again.
Bliss.
Heaven.
The cycle it
never ends.
Repeat. 
Repent.
Be careful or
you'll be dead.
Catchin' zeds,
stuck in a bed 
permanently. 
Germinate seeds
of love within yourself. 

Crashing down.
Masking frowns
until I get high again.
Will it end?
Or is this just life?

facetious feces

Words and music by Mark Lanegan except the first 1:18.

One Hundred Days (Mark Lanegan Cover)

🐱❤⁂©ALL Rights Reserved 12-2024
©Vocal Bits & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
***

You Make Me Purr

Your Touch Drives Me Crazy

Track written a while ago in the dark of night in Reykjavík City 

Close Your Eyes

can't feel my soul nor my head
it just feels like I'm dead
I feel a hole in my chest 
with all we left unsaid

is it gone

My Heart

PALAIS PLASTIQUE
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Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Tu aimes tout, de mes essences, à mes délicieux poisons,
J’ai érigé ta puissance, de tes dires...sur tes addictions !
--
Mais tu te trompes sur ma nature et je n’ai pas ces intentions,
Tu as apposé une lecture, qui gracie bien tes ascensions.
Cette croissance a un prix, et s’entrebâillent, enfin, tes yeux.
Nulles chances infinies, cesse donc, d’y conforter tes dieux.
--
Si je suis belle énergie, me voilà donc, pieux emballages,
J'ai fait Lumières sur tes nuits, comme reproduire toutes tes images.
Comme un singe, tu copies, mon essieu et tous mes usages,
Tu fais prières aguerries, au palais plastique, tu t’engages.
--
Quand j’émaille la substance, tu traduis mondanité.
Ton torrent de mots s’agence, sans jamais dire Sincérités.
Tu sais que tu épuises les sols, incapable de te réguler,
Criant Amish a des boussoles, qui se languissent de tes progrès.
--
J’avais fini mon travail, oui, je dormais enfin au sol !
Tu as foré des entailles et pour mieux justifier ce viol,
Tu as nommé Révolution, ces siècles où Propriété
De terres, et d’Obligations, aux peuples, tu as su imposer.
--
Tu peux conspuer Pétrole, mais j’ai bien plus d’humilité,
Que toi et ceux que tu enrôles, pour mieux te coiffer de lauriers.
Nature est tendre et tolérante, pour disculper tes ambitions,
Mais cette fabrique d’âmes errantes, mène à l'asile maigre Raison.
-
Perdue alors, dans les méandres, de ton beau palais plastique,
Des tribus hémérocalles, en vain, s’usent à fleurir tes briques.
Tout le vivant t’interpelle, y compris les âmes fossiles,
Pour que l'histoire, de plus belles, retrouve un beau terreau fertile.
-
Des millions d’années séparent, aujourd’hui, de ma confection,
En moins d’un été de gloire, j’initie mon abjuration.
Éblouis par mon essence, tu n’as su construire, que prisons.
Retrouve un peu ta puissance, risquant de fuir tes addictions.

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Mesdames, Damoiseau, Messieurs, Demoiselles et autres Gueux (c'est mes préférés) 
J'ai l'immense bonheur de vous présenter "Cool is Watching You"!!
Le Nouvel EP de M'Z - la version "concept en musique" de mes travaux de composition.
C'est une critique du cool social par le cool musical...

Dans cet album je m'exerce à adopter un positionnement musical "cool" et souhaite mettre en perspective les limites de cette 'posture', qu'on s'impose, socialement nous même, plus ou moins volontairement et que les réseaux sociaux favorisent largement. 
Posture qui, semble bien plus nous nuire que nous servir. 
"Cool is Watching You" est aussi un point de rencontre en musique entre Orwell et Huxley qui espère guérir le cool par le cool.

7 morceaux que je définirai plus en détails avec des mots dans les jours à suivre, pour favoriser la transe, en attendant je vous laisse le découvrir en sons avec les seuls gros titres comme pistes.

Je remercie Anesthetize Productions et Guillaume Beringer
De m'aider à la diffusion de cet album, n'hésitez pas à les suivre et allez découvrir les divers travaux qu'ils défendent.

Je remercie Pedro Coelho pour m'avoir accompagné avec grand brio sur le morceau Palais plastique et je vous conseille de le suivre également c'est un excellent guitariste et musicien et une très belle personne.

Merci également a la rue on se retrouve a 18h en attendant voilà un cadeau qui j'espère nous donnera de la force !!

Cool is watching you

Palais Plastique

Off for the rest of the summer.  Back in the fall.  Be safe.

Thanks for listening and more importantly, thank you for sharing your work and recommendations!

One Hundred Days (Mark Lanegan Cover)

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