Atmospheres

Win Hill (Album)

My ambient and neo-classical pieces.  Instrumental only.

Spirals

An alt-classical piece with (virtual) strings, trumpet, piano, double bass and a spacey synth.  Ringlinglow is a village on the edge of Sheffield near where I live.  The name Ringinglow probably refers to a ring of stones that marked an ancient burial mound, however, there is a folk story that  the village got its name after a man, who lost on the moors in bad weather, was saved when he heard the bells of the parish church 'ringing low'. The image shows the Oxstones in the Peak District near Ringinglow.

Cloudburst Over Ringinglow

Midnight In Ashram

dematerialazation

dematerialization

A whimsical song about love and marriage. 

Lyrics:
Bring me new trousers its my wedding day
Will you be with me at the altar?
Be there to kiss me away
To drive me up the wall with a slap and a tickle
Who will wear my ring?
There’s crazy ways of doing things
That you have brought off against me
Oh-o and I against you

Bring me a rose for my buttonhole
To cross the threshold—you can go first
To carry the baby that came from nowhere
And who will carry me when I'm too old?
Or too drunk to care?
Wo-o-o-oh, you can carry me...
You can carry me anywhere

Footfalls

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Carry Me Anywhere

A song about mixed feelings around coming home.

Lyrics:
Home for three days just a short stay
Just enough time to do my washing and
Phone a few friends for a few words
Catch up on all the sleep I’ve been missing then
Write a postcard to a friend in pain
Home for three days—I’m back again

Home for three days, take a bath and shave
Shake the dust from my body and
All the thoughts of foreign ways
Laid to rest in my memory
Listen to an old song with a close friend
Home for three days—wish they’d never end

Home for three days and my turn
To wash the stairs and sweep the alleyway
Join the dole queue, pay the fuel bill
Find my room’s in such a state again
Grey and chilly skies, nights drawing in
Home for three days—where to begin

Home for three days, back in old ways
Troubles resurfacing, walls need plastering
Home for three days, happy anyway
In three days time, I’ll leave it all behind again…

Win Hill

Home for Three Days

A song about yearning. 

Lyrics:
And even the simplest things can move me
The hint of a smile on your face to soothe me
And sometimes the saddest tale won’t bring a tear to my eye
But sometimes a simple word from you will suffice

It happens, if it happens at all, when your beside me
It happened one night late in the fall, late on a Friday
Standing on a bridge looking out 
At the smoke rising up from the trains in the station sleeping 
A chill in the air in the wind in our faces
There’s the strangest mood in the atmosphere of these places
I can’t get over the simple things
I get carried away with such simple things

And some of the simplest things can move me
The hint of a smile on your face to soothe me
And sometimes the saddest tale won’t bring a tear to my eye
But sometimes a simple glance from you will suffice

How many times in how many ways I’m reminded of you each day
Trying to recover the truths we discovered, the secrets we gave—secrets we made
Standing in the street in the rain
Looking up to see the light is out in your room
Dreamy and distant and desperate, washed out for a while
Till pain and time and love smooth over the trace of a smile
Cant get over the simple things
Get carried away with such simple things
Who-o-o-oh love’s a simple thing, yay-yah

Simple Things

Language in Paradise III

Recording on the island of Iona in the 1980s with 4-Trak, a variety of acoustic instruments and an analogue synth.  Ewan and I played all the instruments.

Rowing Back Down My Rivwe

The Sea, Part 1, the Firth of Lorne (with Ewan Mathers)

This is my complete album "Beeswax Kiss", first released to an unsuspecting world in 2002. It's an eclectic mixture of didgeridoo and electronic instruments which, as it turns out, is deeply unpopular with my dog. After a huge run of 32 sales, it's finally dawned on me that nobody else is going to buy it, so I'm putting it here for free. Enjoy.

01 Tusker

You know how you can sometimes see shapes in the clouds? Similarly, sometimes I hear music in silence or in white noise or subtle sounds. I've always felt angelic presences around me and I like to think the music is from them :) This song is an attempt to portray that music that keeps me intrigued by the mystery of this existence.

Image artwork by me :P

Catching Random Sounds

Ambient sounds based on the idea of a pulsing star (pulsar). This track is also available on Spotify and Apple Music.  Image is of a pulsating star (blue dot) from NASA's public domain image repository.  Available on Spotify/Apple Music.

Pulsar

A song about love and friendship and whether they go together

Lyrics:
Find a lover lose a friend
got no friendships left to spend
I thought I would know you better
I thought we were growing closer
Keep no secrets from each other
Share your troubles blow your cover
Be my lover and be my friend

Take a long ride in the hills
Nature's touch can cure your ills
Let the cold winds blow about you
Realise that they can't hurt you
Keep no secrets from each other
Share your troubles blow your cover
Be my lover and be my friend

Find yourself a hand to cling to
I can find an ear to sing to
Be a lover and be my friend

Find a lover lose a friend
I wonder will it ever end?
Gather all my friends together
To see me through the winter weather
They're all tied up in romances
Telling me to take my chances
Find a lover you may find a friend

Find

Find a Lover Lose a Friend

A song about space travel.  Image is from NASA public domain repository.

Lyrics:
You’re the last to arrive
The other five are already here
Did you find the time
To make your goodbyes clear?

Making a break for it now
Trying for the mountain top
Nothing in your life till now
Has prepared you for this shock

They say its going to be a hard climb
Its going to be a hard climb
We’re going to see it through
See through to silver blue

Perched on a powder keg of dust
That's going to make us fly high
Keeping an eye on the clock
And a lid on the butterflies
Counting down from T minus 5
To that great unwinding spring
Gravity makes me feel alive
Soaring up on new wings

They say its going to be a hard climb
Its going to be a hard climb
We’re going to see it through
See through to silver blue

<spoken> Out atoms were forged inside the stars
Like the salmon swimming upstream
Like the geese flying north
We are drawn to whence we came

Look out on your starboard side
At this spinning blue-white ball
Open up your mind’s eye
Try to absorb it all
There is only now and its real
What matters is you're here
If you can find your mind free
You’re past that last frontier

They say its going to be a hard climb
Its going to be a hard climb
But we’re going to see it through
See through to deeper blue

They say its going to take a long time
Its going to take a long time
But we’re going to get to know
Get to know the Indigo…

Indigo

The rattle of a train carriage on the rails speeding through the dark.

Night Train

Indie classical piece with some jazz inspiration.  Photo is of an artwork seen at FutureFest. Title inspired by the book Artificial Minds by Stan Franklin.

A Continuum from More to Less

Searching for sounds and words that resonate with heart and mind. Playing acoustic folk rock with some adventures in ambient & alt-classical.  Some tracks on Spotify, free downloads on Bandcamp

Influences John Martyn, Nick Drake, Joni Mitchell, Archie Fisher and many more.  

Open to collaboration with musicians & vocalists.

Pulsar

Tony Prescott