Touch of melancholy/resignation but still uplifting?? Nice work anyway!

 Pleasant story telling feel! It reminded me of my grandmother reading about Robinson Crusoe at night.

Love the beat, melody line, rhythm, arrangement...  Very "pleasant "as someone else rote.

right -O/sockN soundN Ratio/right on/ good one

Murmuration

Ratio

Hello pleasure seekers! Here’s my latest original song and its video.
This one’s about the unending dedication we show those we truly love.

Guitar motif, power chords and lead courtesy of Jonathan Beckenstein

Video: https://youtu.be/OSJMC56t1LM

Seven Days by Mark Duffield

For seven days, I ran
Towards the sun

(Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

For seven days, I swam
Always lying to myself
Never looking back

For seven days, I slept
Only dreams of you
Never looking back

(Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

For seven days, I sang
Only of you & our kin

Seven Days ~ Mark Duffield (with Jonathan Beckenstein)

Crumbs

This is an original song that laments the days when life was full of excitement, surprises, drama and wild emotions. When I was with you... (fill in the blank)

Craig Durgy:  vocals, guitar &wooden spoons
Nat Daniels:  bass
Written by Craig Durgy copyright 2021
Gentle Rain Records 

Feather Duster by Craig Durgy 

When I was young, well I could wing it
If a song was sung, well I could sing it
If the game was on, then I could bring it
When a tempest blew, well the feathers flew
   
That’s how I started, not how I end
Those days departed, I learned to bend
And heavy hearted, I remember when
When I was with you, and our feathers flew
   
Laughter was so easy, 
Shouting down the voice of reason
Love is true in its season
And the feathers just, sweep away the dust

So, if I’m tired, I’ll close my eyes
What I once desired, like time just flies
But what you inspired, well it never dies
When I was with you, and our feathers flew

When The Feathers Flew

Theme for an Imaginary Western - Part 1

“I can stop the heartbeat of angels…”

Revenant

Libertà

Funky

Cyclops. Return from the pasture. Abyss Odyssey

Midnight lamb lost in the park

Far Away

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image

Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

Ratio

Graham West

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