LOVE SIGNS Feat. Alicatt & Paploviante

No title for this one yet,so all suggestions welcome.

Careless and immortal
Time goes drifting by
Turning full circle
No time to say goodbye

I foolishly imagined
We'd go on and on
I never knew what we had
'Til it was gone

Behold the gift of hindsight
If only we had known
Contempt for our birthright
Trouble is homegrown

I foolishly imagined
We'd go on and on
I never knew what we had
'Til it was gone

Project 27.05.23

Thank You for 1000 plays! ❤️

The inhabitants of a small town in the Wild West overcome their fears and join their sheriff to defend their homes from bandits.

Little miniature that I've conceived yesterday to welcome new Heavyocity free Foundations VST: Staccato Brass. I also first time used their Nylon Guitar from the same series, so it seems it's a welcome for it also :P

I've used:
DAW Ableton Live Standard
Kontakt Player: Heavyocity Foundations: Staccato Brass, Emotive Choir, Nylon Guitar
Kontakt Player: ProjectSAM: The Free Orchestra 1

Thank You kindly for listening and I hope You'll like it a bit :)

You Can Count on Us

Weapons - J.BoogZ Feat.Earl Sweatshirt(produced By Da Hood)

This is one of those songs where lyrics were written simply to fulfill a certain rhyming scheme.  So the theme is not really meaningful if not obscure.  Hope you would still enjoy the music here despite the settings.   
Thanks so much for stopping by.

[CREDITS]
Music / Lyrics / Vocals / Programming – Michael C. Lynn
Guitar Solo – Dave Cleveland @Band_in_a_Box
Cello – Matt Nelson @Band_in_a_Box
Song Pic - The sea of flowers was shot in Japan.

[LYRICS]
Sweet Blossom singing, awaking all my nights					
The moon is shinning, waiting for the morning light					
Wind is breezing all the way					
Nature smiles, entering a brand new day					

CHORUS					
Oh Sweet Blossom close your eyes					
You're an angel in disguise					
Oh Sweet Blossom stretch your eyes					
Let's fulfill the promises we're abide by					
We'll give it a try					

The birds are rising, dipping into their flights					
They keep on searching, looking for a peaceful site					
Hopes are always on their side					
Like silver arches spanning the sky					
It's the nature's pride	

(instrumental break)

		
					
The rain is playing, lashing against the wall					
The wind is crying, preparing for a storm to call					
Sweet blossom never ask why					
Streaks of lightnings flashing across the sky					
					
** repeat chorus **

Sweet Blossom

LOVE SIGNS  feat. Alicatt & Paploviante
Vocals : Alicatt
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/21749/love-signs-feat-alicatt-130bpm-funk-acapella
Bass : Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle
Music Lillithe & Paploviante
Lillithe: Percussions , Arrangement and Production

There's just something about a woman who drinks tequila.

MINYAM

Tequila Girl

Peaceful Rider

Quand on a la tête comme un bloc-note et qu'en plus on est resté un enfant avec tout son imaginaire et sa folie , cela donne une chanson amusante réalisée par deux copains qui ont 112 ans à tous les deux ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔ !!! Contient des rimes en " otte et oque " pour ceux qui sont allergiques 😈
Compositeur/Musicien : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur-Mélodiste/Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
When your head's like a notepad and you're still a child with all your imagination and craziness, you get a fun song by two friends who are both 112 years old ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔!!! Contains "otte et oque" rhymes for those who are allergic 😈
Composer/Musician: Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter/Melodist/Vocals: Guillaume DULER
Vocalist : Sylvie TIRET

Lyrics:
Dans mon bloc-note
Je dénote sans fautes
Comme un Don Quichotte
J'ai la tête qui flotte
Dans mon bloc-note
Ça funk et ça rock
Je change d'époques
Saute mouton saute !
Dans mon bloc-note
Je casse mes menottes
Je m'échappe du bloc
Les gardiens s'en moquent

Capitaine à docks
Sauve mes bébés phoques
Ma banquise part en flotte
Mon climat perd la note

Dans mon bloc-note
De bric et de broc
Pensées en bougeotte
Cerveau sans jugeotte
Dans mon bloc-note
L'araignée débloque
J'suis pas seul mon pote
On est en colloc 
Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des anecdotes
Remplies de coyotes
A l'allure glauque

Capitaine à docks
J'en perds mes dreadlocks
J'tombe dans les compotes
Je veux sortir de ma grotte

Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des phrases idiotes
Qui sont sans culottes
Petites patriotes
Dans mon bloc-note
J'suis pas un despote
Tous les mots me bote
Même les équivoques
Dans mon bloc-note
Je suis astronaute
Un peu cosmonaute
Même taikonaute

Capitaine à docks
Ouvre moi ta porte
Ma valise en plastoc
A reçu trop de chocs

Dans mon bloc-note
Des mémos en stocks
Les yeux à la coke
Je voudrais dire STOP !

In my notepad
I write without mistakes
Like a Don Quixote
My head is floating
In my notepad
It's funk and rock
I change eras
Jump sheep jump!
In my notepad
I break my handcuffs
I escape from the block
The guards don't care

Captain to the docks
Save my baby seals
My ice floe floats away
My climate loses its note

In my notepad
Of odds and ends
Thoughts on the move
Brains without gumption
In my notepad
The spider unlocks
I'm not alone, buddy
We're roommates 
In my notepad
There are anecdotes
Filled with coyotes
With a gloomy look

Captain of the docks
I'm losing my dreadlocks
I'm falling in the compotes
I want to get out of my cave

In my notepad
There are some silly phrases
That have no panties
Little patriots
In my notepad
I'm no despot
I'm not a despot
Even equivocations
In my notepad
I'm an astronaut
A little cosmonaut
Even a taikonaut

Captain of the docks
Open your door
My plastic suitcase
Has received too many shocks

In my notepad
Memos in stock
Coke in my eyes
I'd like to say STOP!

© Philippe SEGUINARD & Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Bloc-Note 📔  (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

Sprinkle Me With Monkey Dust

This song is like being drunk on a carousel.

Old Photograph

Life As It Is

smoke on the mountain
storm coming in
toxic fountain
there’s smoke on the mountain

ominous x-ray
the hangman at dawn
clotted airways
societal decay

breathe
don’t fight it
ooo
life as it is

4 in the morning
you’re tossing again
habit forming
it’s 4 in the morning

now looking backward
the bill of regret
soul is fractured
eclipse manufactured

wait
don’t fear it
ooo
life as it is

brothers and sisters gather ‘round
and all of you who are both or neither
gather ‘round and hear
bring your sorrow
bring your fear
and know that all pain
comes from saying no

stop
accept it
ooo
life as it is

all at the same time
this heaven and hell
dark and divine
it’s all at the same time

------------------------------------------------------------------

Thanks to Rupert Spira for the concept, "all pain comes from saying no".

Thanks to Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for early consultation, encouragement, and critique.

Image by Dan Ross via Unsplash.

Life As It Is

Grikhy - Smozgh

*** This extended version was not planned, rather, inspiration called for it, and I felt compelled to revisit this piece. I hope you will enjoy this new version. ***

A requiem for my sister Lisa, and 4th movement of a work I have planned to complete as I have time and inspiration for each part of my outline.

The title comes from my daughter, who heard me as I was playing with the initial melodic idea, and said it sounds like a mourning bird.

This piece is best heard through headphones or quality stereo speakers to hear all the details.

Special thanks to the following, in no particular order, for their feedback, support and kindness which helped me to make this piece what it is.
Loo(p)cy
Sara Di Paolo
Bruce Klepper
Jay Barbeau
Eileen Eaton

Instruments from Versilian Studios Chamber Orchestra 2 Professional Edition

Birds of Mourning: Extended Version

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually, as part of 'Last Call')

Greetings my SC friends. It’s been a strange few months, and I am excited to be back. But I have a feeling it’s not going to look like it did… at least for the near future. I’m having a hard time organizing my thoughts lately. And while the musical energy is flowing better than ever, my ability to write satisfying liner notes is feeling a little clogged (this will be my 6th attempt at this write-up). 

As much as I regret it, the write-ups may need to stay on hold for a while longer. But first, I wanted to share what happened (in the form of a write-up. Lol). 

For starters, it’s important to mention I’ve been an alcoholic since I was 15 (a 40 year relationship). And although I genuinely loved what a nice beer buzz did for my noisy mind, I also knew what toxic alcoholism looked like (from many examples in my extended family). So I knew I had my work cut out for me, if I wanted to overcome my genetic dependancy. 

Granted, I also have a ‘responsibility’ vein that runs deep. I did my best to prioritize my family and responsibilities first (‘don’t drink til 5:00. Don’t drink if ya have to drive’ kinda stuff), and I considered myself a ‘functioning alcoholic’. Truthfully, I was never ashamed of my drinking. As a teenager, the ability to not give a shit that I found in a beer buzz honestly saved my life. And it allowed me to unplug from the noise for many decades after that.

But I wanted to do better than that, so I started making changes quite a while ago. Here’s a brief summary of how that unfolded:

1. Back in 2006 I concluded my negative headspace was the root of the problem (perspective is huge); so I altered my daily routines, knowing it would take years to undo the lifetime of programming that caused that thinking in the first place. I started consuming info that was positive and hopeful and loving (and avoided negative info like my life depended on it… which it did). And I did that intensively for the next 15 years.

2. But by January of 2023, I realized the beer buzz no longer quieted the noise and ugliness happening in the world (it all went too chaotic too fast). So if the crutch wasn't helpful, it needed to go. That’s when I tried Tai Chi (to give my mind something else to focus on). And it worked brilliantly.

3. Over the next 6 months, thanks to the calmer headspace created by Tai Chi, I cut my drinking tremendously (and for perspective, we’re talking 9-18 Natties daily… down to 3-6 Natties daily). The surprise outcome… the fog in my mind was clearing for the first time, and I was not prepared for sober adult Justin (man is my brain chattery when left to it’s own devices). So at the beginning of August 2023, I decided to take my Social Media break. That was more timely than I could have imagined, because…

4. On August 26th I was given the gift of Pancreatitis (the disease that lets you know ‘Wow, Dude. You drink way too much’). I went to the Emergency room with terrible intestinal pain, and I ended up in the hospital for 5 days. Long story short, I left the hospital sober, and have been that way ever since. And I’m genuinely happy about that… because thankfully, I did a great job preparing for that day.

So in a nutshell... I am back. But the writings may have to wait a while longer (at least until I figure out how my new clearer headspace works). Interestingly, I managed to produce almost an entire album of new music over my break, so I'll put those new songs up on SC over the coming weeks. 

And since I’m just a few songs short of completion, I’ll be releasing a very personal album (symbolizing my adventures with sobriety) very soon. It’s called ‘What Color Is Your Paradox?’, and I hope to have it on Bandcamp in February.

In the meantime, I’m happy to be back. And I look forward to seeing what all of you have been up to over the last few months. :)

 Big hugs from your blatantly open-book friend.
-Justin

Paradox?

Last Call

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

Sometimes you go to a dark place.

WRETCHED BEGGAR

Ooooo….
Ooooo….

I don’t want you
I don’t need you
Why don’t you 
Why won’t you
Why can’t you
Get out of my way 
It’s my way

All you do
When I’m in your arms
All you do 
To twist and turn me
All you do
To look the other way
Alll you do
To ignore me

I should leave you
I can’t bear you
Why don’t I
Why won’t I
Why can’t I
Get out of my way 
Gotta be one day

A little devil in my mind
Poking me with his red hot trident
White smile on his face
I feed him 
I feed him
That fat little bastard
I’m gonna get the wretched beggar

All I do
To forget myself
All I do
To erase myself
Never do
Anything I used to
Never do
Anything I want to

Better for you
Better for me
I think we
I believe we
I hope we
Get out of my way 
Never better than today

Wretched Beggar

(Duh) Obviously!

Cast of characters:
Tea R. Sea @tea_are_sea -- Terry – Synthesizers, beats, composition, production, and mix
The Mysterious Decibel -- @themysteriousdecibel – MD – First vocals and lyrics 
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez–Electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Electric guitar, mix, and production  
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, lyrics, and vocals at the end
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–five-string fretless bass

This song began with Terry sharing an intriguing Eastern sounding synth and minimal beat with Ken, who added a really solid beat to bring out the strong rhythm of the song. Once they had a solid foundation and skeleton, they shared it with the rest of the Eclectic Collective. Josh added his five string fretless bass in a dubby line that was inspired by Tez's hot skank part.  Stephen came up with the shocking dynamic lift towards the end, and Tez piled on to light it up. Then MD got a hold of it and wrote and sang some of his trademark, fun lyrics and vocals in the first part of the song. Ken, not to be left out of the melodic experience, added the vocals at the end. 
  After we all had everything in the can, the Texas Tea combo of Stephen and Terry produced and mixed the whole thing down. This wasn't their first rodeo mixing a project together, and it really shows in the end quality. They also have several duo projects up on both of their pages that are worth checking out.  
  We think the end result is reminiscent of Massive Attack and Thievery Corporation, two big influences on a few of us. We all hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Lyrics by MD:
Time again and on, and on, and on, we fall in slumber
Dreams never wait
Ashes to ashes we all fall down 
Ooooo Circles break
Ashes to ashes we all fall down
When we wake
When we wake
Is this a new Simulation?
When I wake
When I wake

Lyrics by Ken:
Feed the fire or the flame goes out

Coherent Fire - The Eclectic Collective with Tea R. Sea and The Mysterious Decibel

Rosie:https://soundcloud.com/user-970938411-920931407
Thank you so much, Rosie.

All I Want (cover) Feat. Rosie

Most small towns have something they're known for;  it might be a building or a statue, or some famous person who lived there.  When I was a Baptist pastor forty years ago in the little town of St Francis, Kansas, it was the "Walkin' Boys.  Not exactly "boys", they were three middle-aged brothers who were probably autistic and lived at the local nursing home called "The Village".  Their parents made provision for them to live there after they passed away so they would be well taken care of.  What made them so memorable was they would venture out every day from the Village regardless of the weather and walk the length of the town, checking their post office box, stopping in at the jewelry store to have their watches set, then proceed out to the cemetery to pay their respects to their parents, then return to the Village.  They would make this three mile trip three times a day if the weather wasn't too extreme, and you could almost set your watch by when they would pass by.  I felt they needed a song, and it is one that's still remembered by those who knew them. I understand the last of the Walkin' Boys passed away just a few years ago having lived to a ripe old age of course--they walked every day:)  The song also features my singing; something that got lost along the way some years ago. You'll also hear a little tape hiss; it was mastered from a forty-year-old cassette:)
Lyrics:
It's another sunshiny morning in our little town,
The air is crisp and clear, a little snow left on the ground,
Then I look up Benton Street and guess who's coming down,
It's those Walkin' Boys, those Walkin' Boys are coming around.

Well they call the Village home but don't spend much time there,
They spend their time a walkin' 
And what folks think they don't much care,
And the season doesn't matter they still take the dare,
To tread in summer's heat or old man winter's frigid air.
Chorus:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say. 
All dressed up in dungarees,
Smoking their pipes as proud as you please,
Walkin' Boys where you going today?

They start out from the Village for their daily chore,
They check their mail box then walk to Stewart's jewelry store, 
And with their watches set they go on out the door
Headed for the graveyard then return to go once more.

Boys you may not know me but I think you're grand.
I used to think you strange, but now I better understand,
That you are the way you are because of God's own hand,
You're special to our town and unique in all the land.
Chorus 2:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say.
Lookin' at the graves but they aren't sad,
Just paying respects to their mom and dad,
Walkin' Boys where you goin' today?

Walkin' Boys (from Scenes of St. Francis)

70's French Movie End

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