Great instrumental.  Really liked the guitar.

Fantastic song! It's simplistic but has such a sweet, chill jamming vibe! Great song to listen to; especially on the road!

Wrong genre fantastic track I love the lack of a true snare 👊

Nice track. Very smooth beat, sounds versatile

Echosmith

You'd walk past it
Most do
Paint chipped like bad decisions
One leg shorter than it used to be
Still, it waits
Under that half-dead tree

Enters girl, maybe seventeen?
Big sunglasses, bigger bubble tea
and a mop of joy named Pickle
Yes, she named the dog Pickle

She sits, cross-legged, like a question mark
tells Pickle he's a star
Snaps twenty-five angles
of one floppy ear and one historic bench

Caption?
"Look who found the philosopher's throne
😊😊😂❤️
#deepbarkthoughts"

Pickle pees on the tree
Bench approves
Tree does not comment

Then: a man and a woman
The date
They bring mulled wine in a thermos
Sit sideways, legs tangled like headphones in a drawer
He says something about stars
She says something about Lady Gaga
They kiss somewhere in the middle

A busker walks by singing Wonderwall
They tip him a sandwich and a smile
Bench approves
God of music sighs

Third act: Old man
Corduroy jacket in summer
Hands folded like quiet apologies

He doesn't speak
Doesn't blink much either
Just feeds pigeons one crumb at a time
like each one is a password to another day

He might be waiting
Or forgetting
Or remembering wrong on purpose

Bench knows his name
And age
And weight
And history
Doesn't say it out loud
Not polite

Pickle runs past again
He is twice as large now
The couple, now maybe married, maybe not, walk by
With a stroller

The old man doesn't come anymore
The bench doesn't judge
It just
Is there

The Bench

In Memory of Chuck Pfrang

Ron Snyder - Vocals; Lead Guitar; Riff Guitar; Slow Rhythm Guitar; Drum Arranger; Producer  
Joe Storino - Vocals; Fretless Bass Guitar
Joe DeBrizzio - Fast Rhythm Guitar (right side)

You Did It Right (Chuck) - Snyder/Storino/DeBrizzio

the piece  is almost polyrhythmic 
uses as a riff a 7-note rhythmic pattern x-x-xx-x-x-x taken from african drums
this gives 3 bars of 4 which seems assymetric when repeated
deep in the mix there is also the pulse of 4 bars of 3

seven on twelve

This tune was released by Bruce Hornsby in 1986. Performed by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard. Can you "Name That Tune"?

Name That Tune #588 by Bruce Hornsby

Caving In (Studio Version) – Eileen Noise
A raw dark-grunge track, heavy and distorted, carrying all the weight of frustration and chaos. This is the full-band version, born to sound rough, loud, and unapologetic.

But sometimes, when the noise fades, the song reveals a different face…
👉 Watch the brand-new Unplugged version of “Caving In” now on YouTube: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-fEXztEOEM

🎧 Follow me on Spotify for more releases: https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/artist/3gyawiyn1h42aeP11nH2KC

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🖤 Two sides of the same breakdown. Which one speaks to you?

#CavingIn #EileenNoise #DarkGrunge #NewMusic
Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie

[Verse]
The mirror cracks
I don’t even flinch
Shadows crawl where the light won’t pinch
My head’s a cage
No lock
No key
Who’s this ghost that’s haunting me

[Prechorus]
I scream at the silence
It just laughs back

[Chorus]
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
Walls made of whispers
I can’t win
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
The fight is gone
I can’t begin

[Verse 2]
The clock spins slow
Then stops dead cold
Minutes feel like years I’ve sold
Rain falls inside
The roof won’t hold
My soul feels rusted
My heart’s been sold

[Prechorus]
I claw at the surface
But it crumbles away
[guitar solo]

[Chorus]
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
Walls made of whispers
I can’t win
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
The fight is gone
I can’t begin

Caving in

This is my latest pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/19TSGR6UfVhBZGm0KTZl8y?si=4eff4cbdc8454a7c

William Shakespeare - "To me, fair friend..." (sonnet 73)

"That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."

If you enjoy what you hear hit the like and repost button.

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@constellation-lyra

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Constellation Lyra - Thy Love [out on Spotify]

Some Bossa nova grooves from South America!

Jesus Bossa Nova

Morning 42378

Golden Tara, the one and only...
At the Mahabhodi Stuppa, there is a stature of her, she speaks to people...
Reality is not what it seems, not all that solid, like we believe... It is fluid, ethereal, meleable, fleeting, and oh, so short.

Life After Life Piano Game Loop

Just another song (of mine) that makes no sense.

Copyright: 1984

Watch our dog catch a Frisbie to the jam part of this song:
http://youtu.be/czhxwiaZ9A4

Main Channel:
http://www.youtube.com/user/SnyderRon

This song was recorded in 11 hours on a 4-track recorder in October of 1984.
Remastered with Soundcloud in 2021.

Ron Snyder - Shoot The Bull (1984)

All recorded at home with Magix DAW and a midi keyboard. Hope you find something you like.

seven on twelve

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