And if there's no one up there... I think we're going to have to pull ourselves out of this disaster on our own ... Very strong text that does more than alert us, it gives us a final warning ...

Hey Tom man, this is a real ear grabber. Love your poppy, retro bass work in here, and your singing is amazing! Awesome song, man!

great piece, highly significant and appreciated

Has very catchy lyrics and chorus.  Happy track.

We are pleased to present track 8, the final track, from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/haunting-one-seven

Waiting For Someone

Un nouveau titre french pop traditionnel, strato caster & tout.. réalisé sur Teac 4 pistes et revox …Merci pour vos écoutes et  chaleureux !!!feedbacks
Written and performed by Dgé breton
Fender Strat guitare, Bass ARIApro II and drum   by Dgé breton pour
Prod: Dgé.BSoundProjectMusic
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On YOUTUBE : https://youtu.be/HwZ9Hb8gT1M
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a new title... traditional French song, straight from my Revox & Teac 4-track tape players... and 2 strat guitars, a bass and a drum kit... Maybe a little nostalgia, including the way of making my music at a certain time... less confused than at present. In any case, thank you for listening
     Porcelaine sans couleur,quand tu danses
Elle a des fumées dans les yeux
Un coeur comme ça mètronomique
Qui bat tout seul ou si tu veux
Comme celui d’ une poupée mécanique
Elle a des cils moitié baissés
Un raz d’ marée dans le regard
Et des vagues de lumières glacée Qui perle derrière du brouillard
Elle est maquillée noir et blanc
Elle est comme un feu sans chaleur
 Le ciel et l’ enfer en même temps
 C’est une porcelaine sans couleur
REF:
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
Elle a des fumées dans la tête
 
Et des parfums qui restent là 
Sur une vie qui va faire la fête 
Avec un masque qui lui va pas
Elle est maquillée claire obscur Entre le soleil et la nuit
Mais dans ses yeux on voit d’ l’azur Derrière un grand rideau de pluie
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
REF....
 Traduction google
She has smoke in her eyes   A metronomic heart like that
Which beats by itself or if you like   Like that of a mechanical doll
She has half-lowered eyelashes
A tidal wave in her gaze
And waves of icy light Which pearl behind the fog
She wears black and white makeup
She is like a fire without heat
Heaven and hell at the same time
She is porcelain without color
REF:
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a look into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her lower back
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
She has smoke in her head

And perfumes that remain there  On a life that is going to party
With a mask that doesn't suit herShe wears light and dark makeup Between the sun and the night
But in her eyes we see of the azure Behind a large curtain of rain
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a glance into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her loins
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
REF....

PORCELAINE SANS COULEUR, QUAND TU DANSES

When Love Begins

URBAN SOULS. is a mix of genres,Jazz and ambient, a walk through the maze of streets where each one reveals its soul....

URBAN SOULS. 🎧

SHERRY'S MAKING TIME : Copyright SCRT Records

THE VISITOR IS A CHILD YOUR CHILD AND MINE
THE PLANET EARTH IS CRYING
AND ITS PEOPLE HURT
WAR AND HUNGER FLYING
TO END A NATURES BIRTH
WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS      
HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME
ONCE THERE WAS ONE
TAKE TOOK FORM AND SEE   
SO LET US TRY TO HEAL
TO SEE THIS GLOBAL WORTH
THIS CHILD OF HUMAN STRIVING
THIS MOURNING MOTHERS BIRTH
HER TREES AND Lakes are groaning             
TO END FINANCIAL WEALTH
TIDY  UP THE GARDEN 
TAKE OUT ALL THE TRASH 
GIVE OUR CHILDREN PARDEN 
REPAIR OUR SELFISH PAST
POLISH ALL THE E HEIRLOOMS 
CLEAN THE WINDOWSKY 
GIVE OUR CHILDREN PARDEN 
REPAIR OUR SELFISH PAST
I SAW YOU CANCEL FLYING
THEN SAVED A CARRION PAW
THAT PLASTIC BAG DENIGHING
THOSE LEATHER SHOES NO MORE 
 WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS 
 HOW MUCH THIS MEAN TO ME
THAT FINAL STANDING ONE
THAT LONLEY FOREST TREE
SO LET US TRY TO HEAL
LETS SAVE OUR CHILDRENS EARTH
WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS      
OUR ASSASINATED MESS
THE VISITOR IS A CHILD YOUR CHILD AND MINE

The VISITOR....(re-mastered 4th June 2025)

written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

https://soundcloud.com/negative-headphone: many keyboards, drums, percussion, mix, production, artwork.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: original theme, composition, bass, rhythm guitar, drums.

Intimate jam got me this bass theme, which I developed with geometrical tones and fractal rhythmic, and offered to my old friend Negative Headphone. You should know his fabulous response on any musical style, and here is a proof of it. Enjoy!

Fractal Shenanigans (with Negative Headphone)

On Sunday, 18 May 2025, I marched with 100,000 human beings in The Hague, the Netherlands. We marched in a long Red Line against the genocide in Gaza. I walked most of the way with tears in my eyes; profoundly touched by this show of humanity. 
On Monday, 19 May 2025, I wrote the lyrics for a song titled, This Red Line. 
On Tuesday, 20 May 2025, I picked up my guitar and improvised a melody, clean slate, and recorded only one take on my iPad. This is it.
Today, Wednesday, 21 May 2025, I publish this song as my tribute to the people of Gaza and to all the human beings I marched with on Sunday, 18 May 2025. It is raw and unpracticed and far from perfect. But I feel in it the pain I have experienced since 7 October 2023, and the overwhelming power of humanity I so intensely felt during that historic march in The Hague, when the human beings in the Netherlands said, ‘No more genocide! Never again!’

This Red Line - Lyrics
In shadows deep where hatred breeds,
A whisper turns to violent deeds.
A people marked, a target set,
Humanity begins to fret.
 
The signs are there, the words take hold,
A story tragically unfolds.
As we gaze up at darkened skies
As fields turn red, and tongues are tied
 
But there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.
 
The cries unheard, the pleas ignored,
As innocence is stripped and gored.
The world looks on, a silent shame,
While precious lives are put to flame.
 
But deep within, a fire starts,
To mend the broken, bind the hearts.
A human voice calls out with No! 
Its echo sounds cross bloody lands
 
And there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.
 
It's not just borders on a map,
It's in the silence, in the gap
Between our words and what we do,
The promise we must see it through.
For every soul unjustly lost,
A heavy, bitter, human cost.
 
And there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.

This line we hold...
Against the darkness...
Again... again...


This Red Line

This song is actually more of a poem. But I only realized that when I tried to set the text to music after I had written it. 
"I count on you" is a song written as a heartfelt thank-you to the quiet companions in our lives — those who stand by us when times get tough. 
Sometimes, these are the people who understand us without needing many words. Sometimes, they are the loyal, four-legged friends who remain by our side through the years. And sometimes, it’s a spiritual presence that carries us through our darkest moments.

This song is about that steady, silent presence — the comforting feeling of not being alone. It reminds us how much strength can be found simply in being there for one another. Some call it friendship, others call it love — some believe it is God. Ultimately, it’s about connection, trust, and the quiet certainty: I can count on you.

A heartfelt thank-you to Andreas and Colter, who deeply inspired me in the creation of this song.

It would mean a lot to me if this song finds a place in your heart and uplifts you when you listen.



I count on you

When everything inside goes quiet,
and I don't know what to do,
when every step feels heavy,
somehow – there’s you.
You never asked for answers,
you just stood there by my side.
In a time that felt so broken,
you were my piece of light.

I count on you 
when the fire’s burning low.
When I feel like fading,
you’re the one who still knows.
I count on you –
not 'cause you're loud or strong,
but 'cause you stay,
when everything feels wrong.

You held my silence gently,
carried every flaw I had.
You saw the parts I couldn’t show,
and never said it’s bad.
You never needed big ideas,
you just showed up as you are.
And in the middle of the night,
you were my northern star.

I count on you 
when hope has gone to hide.
When the world gets smaller,
you still stay by my side.
I count on you 
no questions, no disguise.
You’re the quiet truth
in a world of little lies.

And if the day should ever come
when you can’t hold it all alone –
I’ll be the one who holds you back,
like you have always done.

I count on you 
And you can lean on me
We carry what the other can´t
And set each other free
I count on you 
and hope you feel it too.
Through every broken piece,
I’ve found a friend in you.


Lyrics/Vocals/Music: Axel Menningen

I Count On You

discover the friendly frog in you...it can't be wrong...it just keeps moving forward...it just takes a little patience

The VISITOR....(re-mastered 4th June 2025)

tom mcguinness

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