Winter landscapes

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origanl song , written  by myself, needs tweeking, work in progress

Come On Over.WAV

This song came to me all at once The Lyrics / Music everything. I had to get out of bed to capture the idea for a morning session.
LIFE OUTSIDE A WINDOW BOX " Ask Yourself " by Glen Granthem
LYRICS
Would you leave behind everything you own
Start a new life create a home
Fall back naked wearing flesh and bone
Walk forward blindly to face the unknown
Live outside a window box, Electric moments unwound clocks
Could you travel the world  one day at a time
Never look back and still have peace of mind
Ride the sea in a ship with a sail
With no regret to live out this tale
Live outside a window box, Electric moments  endless talk
Ask yourself is it to late Just ask yourself if it's to late
Was there a time in life with your greatest love
You took a chance embraced god above
Running free through an open field
Then stopped to pick a daffodil 
And lived outside your window box  Electric moments endless talk
Ask Yourself is to late Just ask yourself if its to late

Life Outside A Window Box  ( Original With lyrics )

So happy to share the first collab with the talended  Motion X 
A song about staying true to resist in our tough world

Music, mastering: https://soundcloud.com/tripping_motion
Lyrics and vocal: kaerian

Photo by Tim Gouw on Unsplash



Tu m'entends? Non, tu m'entends pas...
j'ai beau crier, tu n'entends pas ma voix...

you cannot hear me, you cannot hear my voice
my call remains answered
(you cannot hear my voice)

je ne sais plus où planter le glaive, pour faire couler ma sève
j'ai peur d'avoir perdu mes rêves....

I'm calling any loving soul
to resist in this prisoned world
to break the heavy invisible bound
to break the locks of our hearts

any side of you they may see
any face of you they may see
whatever
to resist is to be true
to yourself

If my call was heard
I wish you could hear
a little wisdom
in this falsified world
to resist is to be true

to break, to break the invisible bounds
to break, to break the locks of our heart

Entends mon appel

Resistance

Resistance - kaerian & Motion X

Electric Eel

«Nevsky Wind». Op.115-d.

“Dear Tom”

How’s the retirement, Tom?
Why now so quiet, dear Tom?
You’ve a cozy, small place here
Where a man could disappear
	Is that what you’re doing, Tom?

Do you get visitors,
Or only the odd, lost bird?
Friends are a blessing,
But even friendship’s passing.
	Do you have friends, dear Tom?

Where’re your pictures?
Don’t you have children?
Well, didn’t you marry?
Man, you’re just like a pilgrim!
Searching your life
Through the flowers and barbs,
Searchin’ alone under your very own star!

Did you get lonely?
What did you do then?
Did you have family?
Well, why didn’t you call them?
I’m sure they’d have loved
To hear from their uncle—
A family together
Lends old age a pleasure!

Listen’t’me blather, Tom,
I don’t mean to nag ya’, dear Tom.
The truth’s I admire you
And all that you’ve lived through.
	You’ve lived quite a life, dear old Tom

How did you do it, Tom?
What were you trying to prove?
Seventy years
And six careers
	I can understand why you’re so tired...


From a cop to an actor,
From a ref to a coach,
Have you ever considered
All the lives that you’ve touched?
Don’t be so modest
I speak from experience
An honest man like you makes a difference!

I should be going
It’s nearly past sundown
But I’ll visit again
Next time I am in town
Never you doubt it
I will return soon
As sure as I draw breath
And you lie in this tomb...

I won’t forget you...won’t forget you...won’t forget...

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy
Mastered by Spencer Martin

Dear Tom

Apologies to my French speaking SC friends, that's how we say your word here, and of course my little pun wouldn't work. But feel free to mispronounce any English word you like. I won't mind :)

Once the list was long
Mapping out my business
Now I sit here in my pants
Feeling more than listless

I used to have direction
My own personal sat nav
Now I sit here by the radiator
Having days like cats have

Ennui, Ennui, On we drift through our days

I used to be a doer
Doing it until it was done
Now there's nothing more than nothing
So nothing is the total sum

Once I knew waht the day was
I miss that Friday feeling
Now I wake up at midday
For more staring at the ceiling

Might watch a bit of TV
Yeah I'll put it on my list
Or look in all the dirty corners
Try and find what I've missed

Might look at the old collection
Do some alphabetising
Just got to get out of this bed
Is it time yet for rising?

Ennui

https://open.spotify.com/album/65DZ9GGhvVJaZtqwjf9lVp?si=f91j35euRrmMT67D1N7dFg

The Devils Work

A dark bluesy number recorded years ago under a different project name “Father Stone & Mourning Son.”

Dred Fouglas: Guitar, Vox, Lyrics
Early Gancrowl: Harmony Vox, Mandolin, Super real rattlesnake noises


Lyrics:

A crooked moon has risen from your heart
Grinning through a midnight so unkind
I drag my heels down this sadly silent hill
alone to leave this crying soul behind

Gonna find me a graveyard
Gonna bury my head and rest 
‘neath a weathered tombstone unnamed
May the hell you gave me
limp back to your door
A huge hungry demon enraged

Do you hear me laughing, girl?
Laughing as I beg for death
Yeah, I know you’re moaning, girl
I can smell your sad harlot breath

Oh, soon you’ll miss me
Oh, soon you’ll miss me,
but I’ll be bones in the ground

Gonna Find Me A Graveyard

singer songwriter , also play fiddle Mando, tenor banjo, guitar

Come On Over.WAV

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