Big big impact and contrasts. Wicked jungle journey

Nicely dark start. Grand synths. Crazy guitar. Wild beats. Cool vox

stunning work my friend - vocals and the whobble bass and distortioned synths work so well alongside the superb groove - that s awesome - and your style definitely unique - love it!

Fantastic energy through vox and arrangements and beats. Very lively

hey man, this is a really powerful thrill ride! great job!

Like Sean I just love “train songs.”  So when he sent me these lyrics the melody immediately screamed out!  He writes from a place I fully understand but cannot articulate it in that great way he does.  I think we fully compliment each other.  Perhaps he’s my good twin!!!
Please check out Sean Doran’s sounds:  http://soundcloud.com/something-memorable
Music/Vocal: Johnny Minstrel. 
 Lyrics/Bass: Something Memorable http://soundcloud.com/something-memorable
Guitars and Harmonic: Johnny Minstrel.   
Drum Mix & iPad Instruments and Garageband  Arrangement: Something Memorable.

LONESOME WHISTLE
There’s a reason why this train sounds so lonesome, 
When you listen late at night, safe in bed, 
He’s riding tracks that can't be changed for no-one. 
Headin’ down the line, where he don't want to go.... 
That’s why you hear that lonesome whistle blow.
We cut sleepers with our talking, 
That buzzed when we first met. 
Carving out a life together, 
Deciding where we’d like to get. 
And each sleeper was a promise, 
That we gladly made. 
And we set them down together 
So young and so unafraid.
We shaped rails in the forge 
Where our burning passion sparked. 
We rolled them and we tempered them 
and quenched them in the dark. 
And each rail was commitment, 
Which would never crack 
And we laid them on the sleepers, 
Without thought of looking back.
That’s when I knew where I was going, 
So I worked to drive us there. 
And I trusted in the good work, 
In the path that we prepared. 
But that track just got longer, 
took me away from home. 
And on days when I’d come back, 
I’d hear the distance in your tone.
Hammer flashing like a curse, 
Alone I’d drive the spikes. 
Bolting down forever, 
This life I thought  you’d would like. 
But then you started talking 
Like you’d not known what we’d built. 
Wanting other ways to go, 
Where your life would be more filled.
Now I’m riding in the engine, 
Down this track that I’ve designed. 
I pull the whistle cord 
Though there’s no danger on the line, 
No Danger, No strangers, No passengers, No pride. 
I’m the driver of this train, 
That no-one wants to ride..
There’s a reason why this train sounds lonesome, 
When you listen late at night, safe in bed, 
He’s riding tracks that can't changed for no-one. 
Headin’ down the line, where he don't want to go.... 
That’s why you hear that lonesome whistle blow.
Picture care of... https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.saubcy.games.puzzle.Train.SteamLocomotive.gm
"Lonesome Whistle (Collaboration Johnny Minstrel & Something Memorable)" by Something Memorable is licensed under a Creative Commons License



Lonesome Whistle - A Collaboration With Johnny Minstrel and Something Memorable

Late to the party with this IPG1 open collab, but as a revenge there's a quintuple shuffle rhythm lurking around the corner. Thanks Ian, that was fun!

https://soundcloud.com/ipg1
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/taking-it-back-vocals-95-bpm

Taking It Back ft. Ian Greaves aka IPG1

https://soundcloud.com/learningtoplay/keycurling
02/07/2022  strings
04/28/2023 fixed the low end

Keycurling by learningtoplay (The Drummer Upstairs)

Look

Window

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

The search for a more peaceful existence away from the commotion, corrupt or not, of society.

Let Me Go

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Bake-Kujira-s-Woes-951581025

Crookedness

Salsa

Summon the four hourseman from the speaker!
Let the bass bring on the darkness!

Thank you all creators. Keep passionately pursuing your higher self!

END TIMES

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ThrillMonkey’s love of excitement and danger has evolved into a unique blend of musical styles including hip hop, metal, rock, drum & bass, and rap. Their signature sound is instantly recognized by it’s originality and aggressive presentation.

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