featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
:
You can throw away your past, but the devil gently finds ways to bring it back...  Devil's Timepiece is a guitar-based alternative folk tune with southern gothic echoes. The fourth tune off the d'ville EP >soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville

Devil's Timepiece
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Traces of smoke
Lingering soft hope
Words spit like flames
under the up-town train
Together alone
through the heat summer storm

Yes it is…
faded away
No it ain't…
the way it should stay

Church bells of peace
The devil's timepiece
Once in a while
love speaks, to the right one
'Til then I pray at the station
Penn the hymn to the speeding train

Yes it is…
No place to stay.

I saw the city lights
turn dusty moon 

I saw the blue gas-light
split the summer sky

(Yes it is…)
Last place I'll stay
No it ain't…
the only doorway

Oh, gentle violence
Time will rewind it

Oh, blame the summer wind
Sound the sirens

Who will write this down?

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devil's timepiece [ft. 4catsncoffee]

I might have invented a time machine. When he violently raises and lowers the pitch of a phrase to create a strange impression, the sense of listening to the rhythm of that part stops. 
 This song is only 3 minutes long, but for some reason it feels like it's longer. Time expands and contracts in music. In reality, the song is probably just sluggish because the rhythm includes parts that don't have a good rhythm.
 However, I exist within this song as a time traveler.

Time travel  in the song (277)

All things must pass.....even the enlightened state (Nirvana)...(not the band).....that feeling when a steady state starts to breakdown.

Wind ensemble tracks: Clarinet (5); Flute (4); Alto Sax (2); Tenor Sax (2); Soprano Sax (2); Oboe (2). 

0 - 1.49 min -  steady melodic A/B structure (few random elements appear)..
1.50....gradual descent into chaos on B section until 2.02 when soprano saxes steady it...but free elements gain ground
2.17 - section A with oboe holding it up...against some disintegrating chaos (panned).. 
2.32 - return of B section and the final comedown...oboes trying hard till the end.

That's the way i saw it anyhow.  [Try it with headphones if poss.]

Nirvana Comedown

This is the 2nd version of Exhale , produced by an amazing Swiss guy called Bänz Steffen , you get to hear the song in a completely different style . Charlotte and I are thrilled to be working with Herr 
Bänz , check out his site , you will be impressed ! We look forward to many more collaborations , this'll get you dancing !

Exhale

Exhale - Herr Bänz Deephouse Remix ( Charlie and the Fox )

Back to good old Rock music , he's a boxer who will stop at nothing to get to the top , he's sold his soul to the devil , must be nuts !
The next song by myself is Taking back My Faith , falling out with the big man from up there somewhere , released on the 15th . In a couple of days time Charlotte and I release Time To Fly , a beautiful ballad we are very proud of . Thank you for taking the time to listen and support !

I Am Invincible

Composed By : The Junez 
Lyrics By : The Junez 
Mixed & Mastered By : The Junez @ Studio B

HELLO MY LITTLE THINKERS

Beginning Of The End

off the wall

Original By JJ Cale
Acoustik guitar; vocal & congas : Docvet

Same Old Story W/ Docvet

Recording sessions from 24/11/2023 - 24/12/2023
2 tracks MOOG Modular V3 (vst Arturia),
2 tracks MOOG Modular V2 (vst Arturia),
1 Track Spark (vst Arturia),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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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 
________________________________________________________________________

She’s nervous, she fidgets, she takes a long time in deciding 
But he could tell she wasn’t reading the menu, she was in back of it hiding 
He said, “Let’s order cocktails first
Yeah, they’re good but they don’t quench my thirst.”  

But when the rain comes to the desert 
When the rain comes to the desert 
His burning thirst for sustenance shall yield 
When the ran comes to the desert 
He’ll be healed

Her previous marriage left her mud colored glasses to see with 
And he’s recently widowed and just needs a woman to be with 
He said, “we’re in the same boat you and I
Two vodka martinis, please.  Dry

When the rain comes to the desert 
When the rain comes to the desert 
There’ll be cactus flowers blooming by the score 
When the rain comes to the desert 
It will pour 

His romantic prowess was unsharpened and he was anxious to test it 
While she discussed her ex-husband, he put his hand on her knee and caressed it 
She angrily met with his gaze 
Which set the skin around his collar ablaze 

When the rain comes to the desert 
When the rain comes to the desert 
Those pregnant clouds shall burst and shower down 
When the rain comes to the desert 
They will drown 

She flushed red and ran out, embarrassed and mumbling curses 
How many romances rescued by ladies forgetting their purses? 
He followed her off in a rush 
Through the crowd like he was cutting through brush 

When the rain comes to the desert 
When the rain comes to the desert 
The sand shall be transformed into fertile mud 
When the rain comes to the desert 
It will flood 

He said, “I’m so glad I caught up.  Here’s your purse back.  I guess I’m just out of practice”. 
She said, “I’m sorry I overreacted.  I’ve grown thorns like a cactus” 
She said, “I usually don’t kiss men in crowds” 
And the restaurant filled up with clouds 

And that’s when the rain came to the desert 
The rain came to the desert
And nothing, not one inch of it was missed. 
The rain came to the desert 
When they kissed

TurtleFrogMan

When The Rain Comes To The Desert

Quando il primo giorno
Lei entra in classe
Io vado fuori asse
Io vado fuori asse
Lei si siede tre file davanti alla mia
Io vado fuori asse
Io vado fuori asse

Perché lei
Non cammina
Ma sospende in aria l'esistenza sua
Non respira
Trasporta vento in questo mondo in cui
È così difficile parlarsi al giorno d'oggi sai
Per paura di guardarsi troppo in fondo
Agli occhi
Agli occhi

Perché lei
Non cammina
Ma sospende in aria l'esistenza sua
Non respira
Trasporta vento in questo mondo in cui
È così difficile parlarsi al giorno d'oggi sai
Per paura di guardarsi troppo in fondo
Agli occhi
Negli occhi

Gennaio

I write story songs.   Many of the stories are true.

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