Name: Coffie cup by tonybluestone
Duration: 3 min 29 s
Description: Found this cool backing track so i decided,why not. LOL!!!!

real tasty & expressive guitar lines Tony....but your vocal is the star...fabulous performance man....enjoying the listen.

Your vocal is a perfect fit with this cool backing track, Tony!

the blues can be such a perfect vehicle, as it is here

Great track mate, loving those blues licks.

A-Der Schmetterling

Found this cool backing track so i decided,why not. LOL!!!!  

Coffie cup

Hi there Listeners,

Tim Elliot ( on Telecaster) and I ( on ES7 Stage PIano) are at it again in a Full On Improv. One Mic, One Take.   
        
As we're literally free-falling into another passionate Improvisation, i dare say we feel as though we're Entertaining Angels.  :-D  
And we'll let you work out what that means!  

But as always, we hope you'll enJoy our humble efforts.

© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2025
℗  Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2025

Entertaining Angels * Anomon & Elliot

CAROLINE NO...........{by The Beach Boys- 1966} - cover version

Dedicated to my granddaughter Anna. Her birthday is 6 September, mine is one day later. 

2 mandolins, 1 dulcimer, 1 guitar.

Anna's Waltz

I Don’t Love. I Burn.

(Verse 1)
You taste the smoke on my breath before we even kiss
You trace the fault lines on my skin with your soft fingertips
I whisper warnings made of glass, I tell you they will break
You just smile that foolish smile and lean into the flame

(Chorus)
'Cause I don’t love. I burn.
A wildfire in a human form, a lesson you won’t learn.
I turn your garden into ash, your safety into storm…
And still… you return.

(Verse 2)
You wear my scorch marks like a crown, a map of where you’ve been
Show them off to worried friends who ask you ‘how’ and ‘when’
And you explain me like a hurricane, a thing you can’t contain
A holy, cleansing, perfect kind of devastating rain

(Chorus)
But I don’t love. I burn.
A wildfire in a human form, a lesson you won’t learn.
I turn your garden into ash, your safety into storm…
And still… you return.

(Bridge)
Don't you think I see the ghost of what you used to be?
That steady light inside your eyes before you gave the key to me?
But a fire has to feed, my dear, it can’t just warm the room…
You come to me to feel alive… I am your chosen tomb.

(Guitar Solo: Slow, bluesy, and full of space. Each note bends and cries, dripping with soul and a sense of beautiful decay. It sounds like weeping, then acceptance.)

(Final Chorus)
(Softly, almost a confession)
I don’t love… I just burn.
A collapsing star, a final turn, a lesson you can’t learn.
I’ll be the last thing that you see, the only thing you earn…

(Outro)
(Vocals become a hypnotic, layered whisper over the fading bassline)
And still… you return.
To the heat.
To the ash.
…You whisper my name.
(A single piano chord rings out and fades to silence.)

I Don’t Love. I Burn.

“Oh, I don’t know the scripture, but I know what sin feels like.”
 
Gather close, boys, light the flame
Pass the flask and forget your old name
We’ll scream into the sky for all we’ve done
John says, “The wild die young.”

Oh, hey, oh, hey

Kick the dust from off your pride
No use hiding about when you lied
We all broke something we can’t replace
We'll beg for grace, right to God’s own face!

Oh, hey, but we say Grace!

 
We’re havin’ a back-road revelation
Someone bring the bourbon and burn the invitation
For the sins and the damn derision
Wash me in a flood of smoke, that old religion!

I seen boys pray to the god of chrome
Smoke that glass pipe, and lost their home
Cried out loud to no one in the sky
“If I wake up clean, I swear I’ll try.”

Oh, hey, oh, hey

But the morning comes, puts us in chains
Same old devil, same old names
We ain’t saints, and we ain’t right
We're shadows burning in his light

Oh, hey, but we fight, alright!

We’re havin’ a back-road revelation
Someone call the preacher and someone fake the station
For the sake of our own salvation
Baptize me in busted glass and a signed declaration

I don’t know the chapter, don’t know the verse
But I know some nights feel like a curse
And I know the Lord don’t hear my name
But I still kneel when I feel that flame

We’re havin’ a back-road revelation
Someone light a candle and call it consecration
For the blood and the desecration
Lay me down in a field of smoke and let the choir take rotation

We’re havin’ a back-road revelation
Someone light a candle and call it consecration
For the blood and the desecration
Lay me down in a field of smoke and let the choir take rotation

Gather close, boys, say your peace
We ain’t clean, but we found release
We ain’t clean, but we found release
We ain’t clean, but we found release

Back-Road Revelation

The protagonist is fleeing a relationship that had long since gone bad, and that he's happy to be leaving.

Idaho

The heavens shake,
By the voices of the slain

GENETICS

the german word for despair is ‚verzweiflung‘ which has the word ‘zweifel’ (=doubt) at its core. this means that despair literally translates as ‘lost/entangled/caught up in doubts.’

etymologically, this can be explained by the loss of hope for improvement, i.e., doubt that something bad could turn out well in the foreseeable future.

one could philosophize at length about doubts. I guess this has already been done in heaps. especially since, beyond the torment of perceived hopelessness, doubts also have absolutely positive aspects. they are an essential part of intelligence and wisdom. just as their absence clearly indicates stupidity and arrogance (#dunning-kruger). so being smart always means agonizing over the question of whether you are actually smart.

apropos agonizing, a relatively tolerable form of despair undoubtedly goes hand in hand with the conflict between the desire for individual freedom and interpersonal bonds. can I translate that as the “have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too-dilemma”?

fortunately, I/we personally never had a problem with this, because I/we never experienced or felt our relationship as conflict of freedom and commitment. however, looking at the course of relationships in our son's generation, I get the feeling that there is a lot of turmoil at work. relationship stress and divorces all over the place. that fits with my album topic! 

here’s a song I wrote about 20 years ago with just the first line of the chorus and later released as a semi-instrumental on sc ages ago. now lyrics have been added (translation hopefully not too wordily phrased) – and with them vocals based on my guitar templates, where suno once again acted extremely annoying. the machine repeatedly tends to slip into hackneyed vocal patterns and that means having to start completely from scratch…

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

I reach for your arms, but I dream of the sky
I ache for your touch, yet I can’t comply
You whisper ‘home,’ and I drift away
Each time I linger, I lose my way

My heart’s confined while my thoughts run free 
Two fractured souls coexist in me
One craves the flame, one longs for the breeze 
I’m love’s own patient, undone by its disease

As much I love you, I feel the blues
The more I hold you, the more I lose

It’s a holy war, a graceful crime
To beg for forever yet plead for time 
You’re my redemption, my sweet undoing 
Every path I take leads back to you

There’s no victory in a game like this
Where freedom and love can’t coexist 
To live is to lose, to stay is to die 
So, I fade to ash beneath your sky

As much I love you, I feel the blues
The more I hold you, the more I lose
As deep I feel you, I lose my ground
As near I find you, you can’t be found

As long I chase you, the more I fade
As much I trust you, the more I’m afraid
As much I need you, I pay the dues
As much I love you, I feel the blues

As much I love you

The Bus

I worked In a family business for 30 years. i decided to leave because there was something missing in my life. I think i have found it! . The pure joy it brings!!! Music! I have worked with some great artists here and that has helped me so much as i learned to step out of the box!  In the end if i can say i shared what i love then i am satisfied!! It just means so much to me to see you guys sharing your soul! In the end we are all successful!!!!!

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