Another great classic sounding song, John. Great taste in books too :)

OMG! This is great! The vocals remind me of Seals & Croft!! Way to go! Super song! 💯😎👏🏻👏🏻🖖🏻❣

Lovely sound with nice guitar work and good vocals!

A great track and a great inspiration to all of us dabbling away on our DAWs. "We may not believe even rock and roll Has anything much true say Nothing much more than the beat of a drum Sing and repeat, fade away." It does not get more bittersweet than this.

I like this song more and more every time I listen to it, both the music and the lyrics. Great job John!😄👍👏

The angel said to the women,'Do not be afraid,for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.                      

Matthew 28:5-6
Compose by. Chris..ZøBro  (Demo version)

Faith

I took this one down a little while ago to fix up the structure, and I think its internal balance is better now. Ultimately I think it will sit best as Part II of a three part larger track. Just need to write the other parts now!

Crazy Sad

The 1st single of our upcoming album!
Check out the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOxUxT5ZsIg
llari I. Rantala (I-la-rI) - Vocals, Bass Guitar & Lyrics
Kari Karhumaa - Acoustic Guitar, Keys & Drum Machine Programming
Composed by SÿntaxxËrror.
Produced by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)
Art & Logo by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)

© 2023 SÿntaxxËrror. All rights reserved.

I'm Dreaming (All Night)

Believe
John Stone, Robert Cryer

We may not believe that the players
In acting can open the earth
Or give more than names to the meaningless games
We play with each other from birth

We may not believe that the dancers
In dancing can open the skies
Or come to the aid of the Party we crave
In the absence of others more wise

Oh Lord, Oh Lord
How could we all be so blind
Where players will play and dancers will dance
Then people will follow behind

Oh Lord Oh Lord
Wasn’t it always the way
These are the people who know what we feel
Before we believe what we say

We may not believe that the singers
Have anything more than a rhyme
For lovers and fools its only game
For filling a gap in the time

We may not believe  even rock and roll
Has anything much true say
Nothing much more than the beat of a drum
Sing and repeat, fade away

Oh Lord, Oh Lord
How could we all be so blind
Where singers will sing and rockers will roll
The worlds going to follow behind

Oh Lord Oh Lord
Wasn’t it always the way
These are the people who know what we feel
Before we believe what we say

Believe

Lyrics:
Overthinking, overrun by something you can't see.
Where were you when skies were blue, and I was underneath?
Everyone has got a ton of things you won't believe.
Everybody come on let's be jolly, and thankful that we can be.
Happy here with no more fear and know that we can be.
>>>>>>>>>
Free of worry. 
Only evil scurries when the light shines down.
Remembering to breath in and out. 
I don't mind if you need to take a cue and exit the stage. 
It's just another play.
>>>>>>>>
No more sinking, no more sand, no way to get away.
No one's thinking, but head's are shrinking.
Reduced by things you say.
No one knows just where it goes, I guess we will just wait and see.
Come on down or go around. Give us just what we need.
>>>>>>>>>
Free of worry. 
Only evil scurries when the light shines down.
Remembering to breath in and out. 
I don't mind if you need to take a cue and exit the stage. 
It's just another play.

Another Play

Simple recording of Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me by EJ. Just keyboard and vocal. Love this tune, speaks louder than ever to me in this season of life.

Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me (Elton John Cover)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

In the aftermath of Bri's death, me and my brother Gal had many conversations about ways in which we could celebrate his life, particularly in regard to his music.  His songs were the soundtrack to our life, pretty much uncelebrated outside of the family circle but as important to us as those that spawned lifelong careers for their creators in the big wide world existing outside the close-knit Reeves clan.
Through his membership at the mental health charity Core Arts, Gal became aware of SoundCloud.  In May 2012, he logged-in for the very first time and quickly  became utterly fascinated with the site.  Before long, he created a page called ‘Mountain Songs’, so named after Rocky Mountain, the alter-ego Bri had adopted during his late teenage years.
More in hope than expectation, Gal posted a few songs. Plays didn’t exactly flood-in at first, until Gal realised that to get, one had to give, so he set about finding artists whose music pushed all the right buttons. So began an obsession that would take him to unexpected horizons and which, in return, brought many to the Mountain Songs page. 
One who returned time after time was an Australian artist called ‘Chris O’, who left behind so many positive, encouraging comments.  At that stage he didn’t even know how to reply to these but Chris took the trouble to educate him in the finer points of SC etiquette and as time went on, a true music friendship was born.  When she was touring the UK, she even took the trouble to visit him on more than once occasion, virtual friends becoming in-the-flesh real.  
A few months ago, Chris sent Gal the most wonderful present.  Previously, Gal had sent her a link to a video he’d once made of cloud formations, which Chris seemed to enjoy very much.  Consequently, her gift was a wonderful video of clouds, seen from ground level and also from various aeroplane trips she'd taken over the years, accompanied by a stunning song called ‘Looking Up and Down’ which, to Gal’s amazement, she dedicated to him:   
https://youtu.be/3fHo4B1x_BY?si=3q2-8Vo_e3sJ10q9
Around the same time, Chris had left a comment under the Cripple Club song ‘My Atheist Angels’, lamenting that she had never found the love I had with Jo but in her usual way, expressing solace that she nonetheless had her “guitars, banjos and songs”.  This got me thinking that  maybe Chris had no idea how much and how widely she is herself loved.  And so started the germ of an idea for a song that would express my admiration for her talent and drive.  I know there are many among you who’d agree and hope I’ve managed to encapsulate that admiration in the track.  Many thanks for reading and listening.  (Terry Reeves)   

I met a brave woman by the name of Mrs O
Playing ‘The Blues’ flying high sometimes flying low
Guitars and Banjos pitching..always acoustic 
Singing and sharing a love affair with music

The Love Of Mrs O

No distance too far, mile by mile growing warm
Confidence of written word believing in art-form
Marriage strings and voice harmonising sounds
The love of freedom scales tightly in bounds 

The Love Of Mrs O

Concerts of brave, pulse to a time
Ensemble in waves, helping the climb
Brothers of blues, traveller of love
Live music choose, to fit like a glove

The Love Of Mrs O

Mrs O keeps soaring magnum opus in her hands
Song of friendship for a man from many bands
Expanse of cumulus clouds, filming for all to see
Never hiding from the challenge in the Nebulosity 

The Love Of Mrs O

Up and down across the world finding a closeness
No discrimination of any kind, love is always best
From ‘The Beatles’ land to a Sydney education 
Fondness for Mrs O, giving a continuous ovation

The Love Of Mrs O

THE LOVE OF MRS. O - CRIPPLE CLUB

Like a creature of the night with a healthy appetite
I saw a beautiful woman standing by the dance floor
I met her gaze she smiled at me
 I knew the rest was history as my heart beat quickly in my chest (in my chest)

The night past by in one big blur and in the morning there was no sign of her
I tried so hard to convince myself that it was only just a dream

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

As the day began to wane and darkness fell like bloody rain
I could feel a sense of foreboding in the air
I turned around and she was there
Next to me with long dark hair
Staring at me with a hungry pointy grin (hungry pointy grin)

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Now she stops by every night and something tells me things aren’t right
Cause it’s been more than a week since I’ve seen the light of day

Now that you’ve heard my story, I hope you believe it’s true
My memory’s kind of foggy. There’s not much I can do
I’m sick of being stuck in this cold dark place
I want to feel the sun shine on my face
And I’m searching for a cure to what’s ailing me (what’s ailing me)

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I want to see the sun shine on your face
Cause maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe you’re a vampire dressed in lace

Vampire Dressed In Lace (May 2024 Remix)

Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches a.k.a. Jo Richter (@sonic-textures) wrote a series of 13 poems or cantos collectively titled Departure. He shared the texts with me, Stonerjazz, and Re-Evolution Cafe Orchestra and we have been working on the project of bringing them alive with music and soundscapes. We are hoping more SC artists will join us! Please reach out if you're interested in doing a reading. Check out the full playlist of Cantos so far here: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/departure-a-long-poem-in

On this track, the poem is read by Jo. He also created much of the soundscape. I contributed the bassier and more synthetic sounding parts.

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

Departure: Canto IV w/ sonic structures and silent stretches

Recording sessions from 16/08/2023 - 03/09/2023.
1 track MOOG Modular (vst Arturia),
1 track Monopoly (vst KORG),
1 track DX7 (vst Arturia),
1 track Drums (vst Addictive Drums),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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A very long time ago, humans took nature's example on a large number of things with delicacy and respect, which was very beneficial to them.
Then as man's intelligence developed, he tried to do better than nature by respecting it as much as possible.
By trying to circumvent the laws of nature, she will turn against the one who outrageously hurts her because in everything there is a price to pay and here we are at dawn.

Il y a très longtemps, les humains prenaient avec délicatesse et respect, l'exemple de la nature sur un très grand nombre de choses, ce qui leur était très bénéfique.
Puis à mesure que l'intelligence de l'homme se développait, il essayait de faire mieux que la nature en la respectant autant que possible.
A force de chercher à contourner les lois de la nature, elle se retournera contre celui qui lui fait outrageusement mal car dans tout il y a un prix à payer et nous voici à l'aube.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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Monkey Kata

This MIX UnBoxed January 2024
Threesome Frolics combined from various original Boxy Nubile Wenches recordings

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