Sounds ..vocal.. really good! 🌍☮︎👍

Wow! Really cool laid back smokey back room jazz! Great vocals! Loved it!🙏😎✌🏼

o this sweet melody is a box with surprises and ear candy

Lovely bluesy loungey piece. Yes, would go great with a couple of stiff drinks. Agreed!

ZenGazer

The United Earth Empire enjoys a period of peace.

Rotten schools 
Boring rules 
Blinded fools 
no wonder they’re morose 
Dusty flats, 
Tired, cats, hungry rats 
the day is drawing close.

A distant star dies a spectacular death
Burdened by its own unstable corpulent body
Pulled by gravity inward
Losing its physical shell
Exposed to all
A black hole
What’s the worst that could happen?

The lies you told
The choices you chose 
The day is drawing close
The lives you sold
Prizing weed over rose
The day is drawing close

Watching David’s Planet Blues
The beauty in the deep
You feel connected to the world you use
And take it to your sleep
But don’t make the leap

Too easy
To bury your head in sand

You’re alive and it’s great to feel the air
Do you care
What we do to everywhere?
You know the right thing
The wrong thing
Forget to bring
You’re little love passport 
Afraid that you’ll be caught
Caring

And the ones who fight to win
They reveal your guilt
And you hate them for that sin
Is that how you’re built?
It’s just spilt milk?

When the day comes for eternal rest
Will the earth take you back?
Will you make your peace with death 
Or will you spill all your cack?
Prove what you lack

A Musical Peace

Collab with the great vocal artist Saskia Goethals from Belgium.

https://soundcloud.com/saskiagoethals/tracks

Lyrics blue men of the Minch:

We are in Scotland,
We hear the story of the blue men of the Minch, some sort of blue creatures looking like human but t hey live under water in deep caves
looking for sailors to drawn
and stricken boats to sink
They have a blue colour, this mythical creatures look much like humans, and are about the same size. But they have the power to create storms.
When the weather was fine they were sleeping under the surface of the water. They swim with their torsos raised out of the water, twisting and diving.
They could cause storm. The blue creatures approached the capitain of a ship
And said that he had to finish the rhyme
The capitain had to solve riddles and finish 2 rhymes of poetry.

If he couldn’t do it the ship was capsised

Blue Chief: Man of the black cap what do you say
As your proud ship cleaves the brine?
Skipper: My speedy ship takes the shortest way
And I'll follow you line by line
Blue Chief: My men are eager, my men are ready
To drag you below the waves
Skipper: My ship is speedy, my ship is steady
If it sank, it would wreck your caves.

Blue Men Of The Minch / Collab with Saskia Goethals

NASA tells me: "Mercury retrograde is an optical illusion that occurs when the planet Mercury appears to move backwards in the night sky. In reality, the Earth briefly overtakes Mercury in its orbit, creating a visual effect."

Thanks NASA. That helps. 

But what about when two people think they're in one place but they're in another? And can sometimes a body, celestial or otherwise, look healthy but it's not? Let me know. Thx bro.

Influences: Roni Size meets Jeff Buckley

(Outta the) Not-So-Silent Planets

Mercury Transit

A smokey blues club, a beautiful singer, and a couple of stiff drinks. Sounds like a good start.

Blue Smoke Song Girl

Rehearsals for my debut album, with the Italian singer and actor Nicola Palladini. Words and Music by Adam Majdecki-Janicki. Rehearsal 2012.

"White Lady" (feat. Nicola Palladini) 2012.

I read somewhere that we are made of the same basic matter as the universe and the stars, we are a lot more that Flesh & Blood we are made from pure light. I tried to get a feeling from this song hope it came across. 

Johnny

We Are Pure Light From The Stars

Games

Woolly words that itch and scratch
Fickle threads that snick and catch
Sulking silk that shuns the light
And hugs the flesh far too tight

Polished people
Grace and grammar
Sniper diction
Whip and hammer
All a whisper
Silent chuckle
Just like daddy’s
Belt and buckle

Don't you understand me?
Don't you value me?
What's the game we're playing?
Just what are you saying?

Ain’t’s a word that ain’t alright
Raise the nose and take the bite
Tasting sweet for salty tears
Excrete on plebs those inner fears

Polished people
Grace and grammar
Sniper diction
Whip and hammer
All a whisper
Silent chuckle
Just like daddy’s
Belt and buckle

Me and him or is it him and I?
The team are trying - is that wrong? And why?
I don’t need no help, no thanks
A thousand pricks and a million wanks

Polished people
Grace and grammar
Sniper diction
Whip and hammer
All a whisper
Silent chuckle
Just like daddy’s
Belt and buckle

Woolly words that itch and scratch
Tell on the teller, and catch the catch

Polished People

The third song in our summer series "We Solve Most Things If We Talk" examines the so-called progress of modern man. Are humanity's societies and social structures built over centuries really for everyone? Or only for groups of self-selected members?
Unfortunately, it is clear that large parts of humanity, during the course of our collective journey, again and again, ended up by the side of the road.  And what is the difference between the man in the stone cave and the modern man in his cardboard box or concrete conduit/cave?  We can't help but get the feeling that the man in the stone cave was somehow happier and more satisfied with his situation; it is all he knew.  The homeless (for whatever reason) know better...and hope for better.

Music & Lyric; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
With his high-string guitar; David Dunham, @david-dunhamuser589535203 
Thank you Seagull and Peter for letting me share this painful and poignant vision with you.

Modern Man:

I shuffle to, in my dripping cardboard palace,
Introspect on what the mental mind of evening brings.
The muffled dealer with his clingfilm-wrapped tripping malice
Prospects his kindly rental of the used syringe.

My box of brokenness shadowed by a higher human soul where lumens dare not tread
Detox wrapped in hollow stories still untold that crucify the thoughts within my head.
Needle patterns deathly blue upon my inner arm profess of no tattoo,
But of the crystal meth, whose harm, distressed, for me a living lie holds true.

Woven flaws, tangled webs of sins and hopes, regret a past mis-spent of futures told
Proven cause reflected in the ancients, whose tropes my nights now represent from days of old
Nothing that all of history built can yet detect the progress dial shifted
Nor the deeds nor the strength nor the intellect with which this vile human head was gifted

And within our minor symphonic demise, against which burning cold I close my eyes
All sin and crass politic lies now clear unfold, presenting no surprise that’s evident
I clock the days with callow patience as light defrays and my hopes relent
Futility and contradiction, sallowed latent time displays my childhood benediction rent asunder

Amid the sweet fair calling thunder of the ghosts of every child as yet unborn
There to meet me, falling at the hanging post, tempered mild, await my passing, so to mourn.

Modern Man (Peter; guitar, vocal, Seagull; synths, David; guitar

So I made this song and Paul Craig was nice enough to sing it. Thank you very much for your listen!

Down the River ( with Paul Craig)

'owl & wolf'
original: https://m.soundcloud.com/scottymmcleod/owl-wolf

Ruffled feathers. Midnight escapades.
Exploring through the stars above.
Warming weather. Coming of the age.
Cordially invited love. 

Owl & wolf. 

Space invader. Burning of the sage.
Foreign basement. Smokey clouds.
Wasted mater, lonesome, off he strays.
Sovereign lover, aimed to sow.
Hasty players. Conscience in a haze.
The time to live in is the now.
Mating strangers in the early days.
Modern romance. Blossoms. Found. 

Owl & wolf.

owl & wolf

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Photo by Julián Amé

Like the desert meets the sea

Traditional Welsh folk song ("Llwyn Onn") 
English lyrics by Thomas Oliphant (19th century)
Vocals and Instrumentals by Layna Claunch

The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
The harp through it playing has language for me
When over its branches the sunlight is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing on me
The friends of my childhood again are before me
Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam
With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o'er me
The ash grove, the ash grove again is my home
 
Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively rove
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove
'Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing
But then little thought I how soon we should part
          
My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness   
No dream of the future my spirit can cheer
I only can brood on the past and its brightness
The dear ones I long for again gather here
From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet me
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome
And others are there, looking downward to greet me
The ash grove, the ash grove again is my home

Ash Grove

Recording sessions from 02/11/2023 - 02/07/2024.

The Wall of Silence ...The Wall of Lies...

If you stand there silently while the storm rages on the horizon,
If you stand there, saying nothing, while your fellow human beings are falling, being murdered, tortured, raped, imprisoned, poisoned, while the earth is burning, while all humanity is threatened and you continue to stand there, saying nothing and without doing anything!
What will you do when you are all alone and without hope in your bunker with your gold and your billions?

Le Mur du Silence... Le Mur des Mensonges...

Si vous restez là, silencieux, pendant que la tempête fait rage à l'horizon,
Si vous restez là, sans rien dire, pendant que vos semblables tombent, sont assassinés, torturés, violés, emprisonnés, empoisonnés, pendant que la terre brûle, pendant que toute l'humanité est menacée et que vous continuez à rester là, sans rien dire et sans rien faire !
Que ferez-vous lorsque vous serez tout seul et sans espoir dans votre bunker avec votre or et vos milliards ?

Pier WILL - 03/08/2024 - ❤️🕊️🙏
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- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite,
  Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
- #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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❤️🕊️🙏

The Wall of Silence

The Wall Of Silence - ❤️🕊️🙏

Piano Concerto 1 - Movement 1

Unboxed August 2024

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A View From Here

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

My music is dependent on where inspiration takes me. I hope you enjoy something here!

Blue Smoke Song Girl

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