I was singing it in my head, Hans - very cool...!

Hans, while listening, this song brought some peace and hopefulness into my life. So great to hear you play.

So very beautiful and full of spirit Hans

Excellent bass playing, Hans..such a complete,  short story

so like this song of yours as one of my all time favorite listens.

This is a delightful departure from my norm. I’ve always loved the Wayfarer cloud, and suggested a collaboration. DG sent me this powerful, haunting music, and the whole song lyric was written within a few hours of listening to it. This is the first time I’ve written something to another piece of music. Thanks a million for such a pleasurable and novel experience, DG. Such a joy working with you on this!

Wayfarer DG: Music and mix https://soundcloud.com/user-996383829
Me: Lyrics and vocal

Cloudy Charlie (Brian Peters/Dirk Gilleard)

Night crawls round your corner
Opens up an eye
Swallows all the colour
Of your life

Better read the sign
Written in the sand
Get yourself together
The hour is at hand

Cloudy Charlie calling
Down your cul-de-sac
Leave the blizzard howling
At your back

Wilderness in tatters
Moon has turned to blood
The living have been scattered
Before the final flood

*Sunlight has been broken
Pieces on the way
Sleep with one eye open
Until Judgement Day*

Leave one in the chamber
Get your running sack
Eat the bread of danger
Never turn back

Cloudy Charlie (w Wayfarer DG)

https://youtu.be/3fHo4B1x_BY

Seems to be an endless repeated theme for me ~ running away to the countryside, and in recent years this has been the Australian wilderness, from the deep south to the far north.

Dedicated to, and featuring Gary Reeves (aka Mountain Songs) on drums and cymbals (remixed) at the start. Banjo, lap slide guitar (acting as bass), beats and vox by myself. This song is for Gary, who has been a wonderful musical compadre for many of us around the world, via this  Soundcloud Village.

Respect and acknowledgement to the Traditional Owners of the lands, waters and skies in this video, both in Australia and New Zealand. Particular thanks to the Yolgnu people of Gapuwiyak who made me feel so welcome during my short visit to Arnhem Land last year.

Looking Up & Down      Song, recording, audio & video July 2023 - Chris Okunbor (APRA)
I was chained to the city, thinking I could fly,
I gazed at the heavens as the clouds rolled high.
Long, long days working to the plan,
I changed my way of living and I left that town.

Now I'm higher than the mountains, looking down below,
rolling miles above cotton candy snow.
Way beyond the city, just going with the flow.
running to freedom to a place unknown.

Got a window seat, got a beer in hand.
Feeling in my heart for this ancient land.
Well, wild rivers snake,  jeweled seas shine.
Djerimanga Songlines are spinning out my mind.

Higher than the mountains, and the madding crowd,
cruising miles above cotton fields of cloud.
Way beyond the city, going with the flow,
running to freedom, to a place unknown.
To a place unknown.

Looking Up & Down

Last Bullet To Fall (ft Johnny Minstrel)

and now for something completely different…
This song had been half-finished for an age and in a spirit of new-found whimsy I have faux-finished it 😊.  I had rather a lot of fun singing the pixie backing vocals!  Written sung, made and played by Emma.
 *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *
i saw mermaids, real live mermaids
swimming in that little bay
the secret one where dreams allow us
freedom yet for breathing

i saw elves, the wood-elf kind
when i was walking through the forest
green and golden sunshine drifts through
leaves and i feel magic

i feel magic in the air, i know i am alive at last
i can taste it on my tongue, it feels so.... it feels so....
i don’t know how i’ve been living here so long and never...
o... it’s magic

i saw serpents real live serpents
swimming in the backyard creek
twining tangle shadow waters
i can feel you calling – and the sun on water sparkles

i saw lights in many colours
i was holding out my hand to
gather in the pieces of you
floating on the water

i feel magic in the air, the endless possibilities, 
i taste them hold them on my tongue
run wild as all the colours run
over me now, over and over and over -  it’s magic....

i feel magic in the air...

I bought a 12-string for the first time in my life - had a little play around. I just love that ringing jangly sound. 
And repetitive mantric devotionals are great to listen to as well!

My Grace Is Enough (Brian Peters)

My grace is enough for you
My grace is enough for you
For all that you do
And all you go though
My grace is enough for you

Look A Little Higher (Brian Peters)

Look a little higher than your dreams
Look a little higher than your times
Look a little higher than your schemes
Look a little higher than your mind
Look a little higher than your will
Keep on looking unto the hills

Look a little higher than your power
Look a little higher than your plans
Look a little higher than your strength
Look a little higher than your hands
Look a little higher than your skill
Keep on looking unto the hills

Look a little higher than your silver
Look a little higher than your gold
Look a little higher than your barns
Look a little higher than your folds
Look a little higher than your fields
Keep on looking unto the hills

My Grace Is Enough • Look A Little Higher

Use Me (Bill Withers cover)

Dies ist eine Coverversion meiner Folkband von 1966 in Wesatberlin, The City Ramblers

unbekanntes Album

Loosely based on JLR by J. Patitucci Electric Quartet.

JLR (J. Patitucci Electric Quartet cover)

A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner

K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering 
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards

Promise Me (Brian Peters)

It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it

We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets

*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*

They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’

There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes

It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls

There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams

The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen

There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men

There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears

There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder

Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down

And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same

Promise Me

Skid Marks  (Original Composition)

Composed by the great Stephen Stills

H. F. Hoffmann - all electric basses

Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground
Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down

Find The Cost Of Freedom

Swamp HFM is: Hans F. M. Hoffmann - bass player, composer, old enough to smoke.

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Find The Cost Of Freedom

Swamp HFM

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