Trés étonnant, je l' avoue,Tom, ce registre là,assez country, et que j' apprecie.Ton univers sonore bien reconnaissable lui apporte une couleur inédite, et c'est bien sur une belle réussite, et un si grand plaisir à écouter! Chapeau bas à vous deux!

Lovely song, Tom.  Great musical blend you've got here with Peter.  Kudos to you both, my friend.

Tom & Co'llab

This is a song I wrote about how, in love, and I think for humanity, things must be "more than us'

1. Glorious

Fusion entre la Vielle et la Guitare électrique
Une polka-funky composée par les deux compères :
Dominique Forges à la vielle basse et au chant
Alban Bouquette aux guitares, à la basse, au chant et aux synthés.
Contact scène = Aldo-Forgette@orange.fr

Le Souffle court

Paroles et chant Imre Lodbrog, 
Musique Tom Régnier.

Lawrence Adams

Il avait sa canne
Et son chapeau
Il avait paname
Pour drapeau
Oh, oh..

Il avait sa canne
Et son chapeau
Toujours la banane
A fleur de peau
Oh, oh..

Il avait sa canne
Et son chapeau
Il courait les dames
En Petit Bateau
Oh, oh..
Toujours partout

Il avait sa canne
Et son chapeau
Elle était basanée
Sa peau
Oh, oh...

Il avait sa canne
Et son chapeau
Il crachait des flammes
Et des crapauds 
Oh, oh..

Mais un jour goddamn
Plein le dos
Il a pris sa canne
Et son chapeau

Et de Rotterdam
Un cargo
Direction Brisbane
Ou Frisco
Oh, oh...

Et puis de sa canne
Et son chapeau
Abracadabram
Plus un mot

Dans l'ultime flamme
D'un zippo
Bye Lawrence Adams
Rideau !!

Il avait sa came
Et son chapeau
Chapeau !!

SoundCloud

Lawrence Adams (with Imre Lodbrog)

Music, all instruments, backing vocals: Tom Régnier (https://soundcloud.com/tom-r-gnier)
Lyrics, vocals: Alexis Roche

Tom's initial instrumental track: https://soundcloud.com/tom-r-gnier/days

Au printemps, flâner dans la ville
En pensant à des choses futiles
Quand reprend le cycle des saisons
Prendre un peu l'air, prendre son temps
Le temps a toujours raison

Après la pluie et la tempête
Les ombres que la vie nous jette
Marcher au soleil, comme c'est bon
Narguer le temps tout en sachant
Qu'il aura un jour raison

Raison de nous
De nos joies, de nos peines
De nos révoltes, nos rêves
Du pareil au même

Parfois je m'assois
Et je compte tout bas
Le temps qui reste
Et je dis à quoi bon?
Si c'est le temps qui a raison

Et ces passants passés si vite
Ces regards lassés que j'évite
Raisons de plus de traîner au square
Métro d'avance ou de retard
Aussi vaines soient nos raisons

Raisons de nous
De nos joies, de nos peines
De nos révoltes, nos rêves
Du pareil au même

Parfois je m'assois
Et je compte tout bas
Le temps qui reste
Le temps qui restera

L'horloge (Tom Régnier/Alexis Roche)

A summer song imagined by Annie Smart (https://soundcloud.com/annie-smart-1) and myself.



Share this moment with me
Share this moment with me

Laying in the sunshine
All day
Watching the clouds roll by
All day
Share this moment with me
Share this moment with me

Tell me why is that so beautiful 
Tell me why is that so fine
So fine
Tell me why is that so beautiful
So beautiful
Laying here in the summertime
Share this moment with me
Share this moment with me

Laying in the laying sky
All stars roll by
Share this moment with me

Tell me why is that so beautiful
So beautiful
Tell me why is that so good
So good
Tell me why is that so beautiful
Laying here in the summer sun

Being here with you
Being here with you
Being here with you

Why is that so wonderful ?
So wonderful
Why is that so fine ?
So fine
So wonderful
Laying here in the summertime...

Share this moment with me

Laying here in the summertime...

Share This Moment With Me (with Annie Smart)

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade
By David Husted

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade Sun Drops    
Melting on an ocean's horizon   

I Wipe the mud from my knees
over madness
The windows are weeping as I lay dreaming 
Of stranded Islands
Empty and stripped clean


Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages 
Bubble gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

V2
Einstein and Heisenberg in parliament
Embers proliferating magic
Thriving through the time fields sucking information from the cosmos
Our very constitutions dust and water; 
Gold and oil on the alter now;  be a ghost to this chatter
Plot our lives in advance,……….     Of the rising sands

Ch
Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages now
Bubble  gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

Bridge

We will not Run
We will not run   

Ch 

The Chorus has a psychedelic vibe to it but with its own unique twists and turns.  I tried not to box myself into corners with my lyrics and used a very open ended process to my word smithing.  I felt know need to present you anything too "air-tight" in terms of story or arrangement.  This is what I love about song writing. I toss up ideas (the crazier the better) and see what happens.  Once I have a kaleidoscope of working pieces I gently mold them into forms that contain loose tendrils of cohesiveness and meaning but only just barely.  This is one of those song's I created with no preconceptions or creative borders and I just let my mind go where it wanted to.  Sometimes this works and sometimes it is a disaster.  In this case I arrived at something I liked enough to share with you.  

Never mind that Dave, what is the song about?  

It has something to do with the excruciating beauty of a sunrise.  It has something to do with love.  It has something to do with how quickly time moves forward.  It has something to do with how impermanent everything really is (including us).  It has something to do with how lucky we are to be the tiniest spark of a flame witnessing this miracle before us for the most minuscule parenthesis in time.  It has something to do with stepping out of my self imposed cage, and yet not running away and hiding.  It has something to do with staring this beautiful, wild catastrophe of existence right in the face and enjoying the ride.   Far Out Dude. Now go put your favorite tie dye shirt on, grab a cup a coffee and listen to my song : )!   Groovy Man…..Will Do!  

May your corners curve like lemonade.

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade

Lothlorien

Lyrics & vocal: Peter Comptine (...count in...1234567890)
https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040
Music by myself

Bad storm on the way
Anvil sky of blackened cloud crushed my atmosphere
Caught my eye just before that thunder hit my ear
Don’t matter what the weather guy on television says
Batten down the hatches, and hunker down my dear
Lock and brace the latches, but set aside your fear
In fields caressed with birdsong where the poet’s children play
We’ll watch and breathe the sundown, together at the peaceful close of day.

Tempest hammering away
Hell broke loose with satan’s workers breaking out the knives
No eye to this storm’s wrecking ball demolishing our lives
Focused on the here and now, insanity at bay
Hanging tight together multiplying force for good
Cover one another, as we promised that we would
From hills of light we’ll look upon the people as they pray
We’ll watch and breathe the sundown, together at the peaceful close of day.

Clear skies here to stay
Cotton clouds play softly on horizons in the breeze
Placid grasses whisper sweet tranquillity at ease
Storm that we have weathered, on its catastrophic way
Clearing the wreckage starting up again anew
Wiser than before, now our challenges are through
Strengthening the present, bid the past adieu
We’ll lift our eyes to future skies of satin azure blue
Walk with me, my love, through meadows blessed in May
We’ll watch and breathe the sundown, together at the peaceful close of day.
We’ll watch and breathe the sundown, together at the peaceful close of day.
…………………………………………………………...together at the peaceful close of day.

Unknown Album

Close Of Day (Lyrics & Vocal Mr. P)

Music composed and piano performed by https://soundcloud.com/tom-r-gnier 
Stratocaster Guitar performed by https://soundcloud.com/juswel 
Vocal, bass, Organ, mix and lyrics by https://soundcloud.com/conover 
© 2020 Conover/Régnier
I know just where your walking at night
I know just why you look at me
I'm the guy who want to talk to you
and walk with you
and I don't know just what brought us here

Stay Inspired.....

Talk With You, Walk With You..... (Conover/Régnier/Welin)

Copyright Nat Daniels / Colé 2020
Written by Nat Daniels & Colé
Performed and Produced by Nat Daniels

Lyrics:

Will I be Remembered - By Nat Daniels and Colê

Another 10 yrs has gone by
And I still haven’t written that book
Took some time to look up a friend
And see who still cares

It’s day after day with a mortgage to pay
it’s grind in itself to get by
I’m still holding on to the dream inside
And I wonder if time will be kind

Chorus:

Or will time leave me forgotten
Like a ball of used up cotton?
Am I still somewhere in someone’s mind?
Or a remnant of the days behind?
Will I be remembered for my deeds
And the love I left behind?
Will I be remembered....  
Oh remembered 

The Mirror keeps changing on me
Showing lines ain’t seen before
My eyes sees a child with a grin in her eyes
Who had dreams that could never be sold

And looking back on the life I had
I should count my blessings more
And I’ve many scars to show,
But strength to go on…

Chorus:
Or will time leave me forgotten
Like a ball of used up cotton?
Am I still somewhere in someone’s mind?
Or a remnant of the days behind?
Will I be remembered for my deeds
And the love I left behind?
Will I be remembered.... oh remembered
Remembered.

Will I Be Remembered

My Re-imagining of Boson Spin's "Rugheric"

The Rivers of Rugheric

The Rivers Of Rugheric

Halokinesis

A 8ill, 8oon & Tom Collab

https://soundcloud.com/user-233624083
https://soundcloud.com/boon-suzuki

l have come to play
At ready for the ride
Yipeee chai yay - yipeee i away
Conscious be my guide

Life is fraught with joy
That's just fine by me
Hey diddle diddle cool cat on the fiddle
Holy cow now jump the moon

What do you say
Feel like a ride
Buckle up
Buckle up
Buckle up

Down the alley blind
Slam the wall full speed
Dust off my duff more&#39;s not enough
Peace is not a greed

Joy is fraught with love
A song for all to sing
Do be do be do i love you
Be cool if you love me

What do you say
Feel like a ride
Buckle up
Buckle up
Buckle up

Patience is all ears
To forge the next advance
Evolve resolve dissolve to solve
This be an all souls dance

Love is fraught with life
Tis a measure to be met
The sleuth of truth resides with youth
Come out come out come play

What do you say
Feel like a ride
Buckle up
Buckle up
Buckle up

On life we bond on joy we bond on love we bond on life we bond on joy we bond on...

Buckle Up - with W.E.. Bartolotta & Boon Hidefumi Suzuki

La Folie

First started in 2015
Remixed Dec 2020
This is the Track Galpin and Abalero began to find the Grooveclowd sound

Grooveclowd  Rok The Road

I thinking about a new album concept called "The True Tree". This is one of the track I made for it. 
I used some of my PS skills for cloning my face into the original Dürer's picture.
The replication of this Dürer picture was hanging on the wall at my uncle's for a long time. The original one is in Dresden's gallery as I know. 
My uncle was a great family-tree researcher. One day he told me, this man on the picture is one of our ancestor: Hieronymus Holzschuher in 1526. When I grew up, I did further research on our family-tree and it turned out that this was not entirely true. Hieronymus was only the brother of our ancestor, he is not our direct root, just a side branch. But this talk with my uncle was one of my defining thought-provoking of my childhood and it lead me to research family-tree.
(My uncle never knew this fact, because he died before I found the true tree.) 
So this is a little personal, a bit crazy and maybe funny, but definitely entertaining (for me). 😎😘😜

I wish You a wonderful days!
Cheers from Budapest,
Lac

Back in Time

Hieronymus

A collaboration with a fellow bedroom producer. Although, Emily gets out much more now that she's dead.
Lyrics by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain

Carnet de croquis
Carnet de route
  ---- ----
Sketchbook
Travelogue

Close Of Day (Lyrics & Vocal Mr. P)

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