Wonderful pop song and performance , Michael!

Excellent song . Excellent work with instruments . Excellent composition

Lovely evocations, so beautifully done song!

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love that lift at 2:56..."But I know..."..always enjoy the way you construct these musical ideas using Band in a Box...super story telling, Michael, catchy title!

we could use more sunny songs...cool sax bit...really enjoying this one Michael. Well done again.

Fantastic intro‼️ I love this guitar solo❣️

FUNNY CASTING IN A PLANET OF SOULS

I decided to take another stab at this song (went down a rabbit hole for about 10 hours and completely re-played and re-sang the song).  I struggled with the vocals on my original version so I changed the key to E which made it easier to sing.   
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Guitar:   strumming my Taylor 114CE
Organ: playing my midi keyboard with Native instruments clarinet organ
Wurlitzer 200A  Keys: playing my midi Keyboard with logic Wurlitzer sound.
Wurlitzer 200A:  EZ Keys 2
Bass: PG Music Real track
Drums: EZ drummer 3
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Lyrics
In the planet of the ape’s movie in 1968
Astronauts crash landed on a planet that was in a sorry state
They stumbled across a society intelligent of apes who could speak
And there were humans, but they were mute and weak
They’d been asleep in their hibernation pods and 2006 years had elapsed
And somewhere during that time humanity had collapsed
And the astronauts didn’t realize they were on the planet where they’d been born as the apes hunted them and they hid in a field of corn
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that monkey fate, hope we smarten up
I wonder what those apes are thinking as they’re sitting in their cages at the zoo
Are they biding their time, making plans for what they’re goanna do
Are they dreaming of the day when they’re on the other side of that glass wall
Are they patiently counting the minutes, waiting for humanities downfall
The apes killed one of the astronauts and they stuffed him and put him on display j
Just like trophy hunters do with animals today
The Astronaut named Taylor, he got shot in the throat
He was unable to talk, so he got a pen and showed the apes what he wrote
The apes realized he was intelligent, and it shook them to their core
And the forbidden zone was a place they weren’t supposed to explore
Taylor met a girl he named Nova, she couldn’t talk but she was pretty.
A couple of apes helped them escape to what used to be New York city
And they rode together on a horse on a beach that looked like the west coast
Until they found that statue and realized humanity was toast
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that Monkey Fate, hope we smarten up
The planet of the ape’s is supposed to be science fiction
Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be an accurate depiction

Planet Of The Apes V 2.0

I’ve somehow locked myself outside, 
And my phone just died
After I read the text you sent me, 
But before i could reply

And then It began to rain, 
so naturally I missed the train
And it’s the last one till the morning, 
so i guess i f*ck*d things up again

But I’ll make it up to you 
This time I will see it through
I’ll crawl down the street for you
 I’ll do anything i have to do

If I can make it there by morning 
Before your tender heart aches
If i can see your porch light burning
If i can beat the break of day

Then i will can find a way to show you
then i will can find the words to say
How I would move the mountains for you 
I love you more and more each day

Yeah I know it seems so strange 
Walking in the pouring rain
In the middle of the boulevard, 
and i am not quite sure where i am

Suddenly the darkest night 
Begins to glow a softer gray
And I can see your house is shining  
Like a beacon far away

Now i see you run outside 
And your arms are open wide
And whatever came before this moment 
Is lost inside your eyes

If I Can Make It There By Morning

The worst is not certain but it happens sometimes.
Le pire n'est pas certain mais il arrive parfois.

Minimalist piece of music for Quartet and Choir. Created with Session Strings 2 and Sonara (Komplete Suite).
Pièce de musique minimaliste pour Quatuor et Chœur. Réalisé avec Session Strings 2 et Sonara (Komplete suite)

Inclus dans la série  REPETITION
https://on.soundcloud.com/Xg40rCInFLg7JwsBMz

Glow of War

Moonlight

Cast of Characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals, lyrics, Ovation acoustic guitar, and composition
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and upright piano, and JJ's angels (voice synth)
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Collings mandolin
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST fiddle
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Earle Scruggs custom banjo, production, mix, and mastering

This is the latest in our series of songs Carl has written about us. Being as both Tez, a lifelong, and to a lesser degree, Carl are Manchester United fans, Carl siezed on the opportunity to celebrate their shared fandom. Although the lyrics are a little inscrutable to us Americans, we love that football (soccer) fans from across the pond will know exactly what he's talking about. 
  Carl wrote this song on his acoustic guitar, and upon sharing it with us, we weren't sure as to the direction we wanted to take it. JJ threw down first, adding his good-time-sounding upright piano and strikingly beautiful organ to the mix first. He also added the subtle human voice choral synth you hear throughout. Enchanted with Carl's composition, Josh next added his bass and mandolin both in the same recording session, without even closing his DAW. Mark was in right after, adding his friendly fiddle solo as well as fiddle fills throughout. Being as the song is about him, Tez came along shortly after and added the tuneful intro and outro on his guitar. Then, as it was just about to sit for a while, Ken added his very tasteful, perfect drums to the mix, thus completing the rhythm section. 
  Before we put a bow on it, though, Stephen made it back from his week in the Colorado wilderness in time to add his magical banjo to the mix. Speaking of mixes, now it was time for one, and we turned it over to him, our in house pro, to do the honors.
  We all really enjoyed working on this one. It is an example of Eclectic Collective taking one of Carls songs and having our way with it. Always a team effort getting it over the line, but we always manage to do it. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Division Two Champs, '75
Small consolation for '74 cries
Fan wow land psyched
True Red Devil in this life

We fell to Leeds
Last Division 1
We had the Irish
Man, I followed them
McGrath didn't train
A different breed
Golden era
Boozed up greats as seed

Then, we mostly won
But still, these moments to memories shone
Keane's end at Juventus
His team's power won
Beast perseverance
2-3 semi so they march on

Teddy & Ole
Broken Bayern lines
Videos with no YouTube
In sport mad mind

Great from great, Cantona
Flying curve ball martial artist
Old Leeds leech
A la French finest

Man Utd before Glazier fud
Old Trafford dreams
Red Devil blood
A fan forever no matter loss
Good grinding Fergie
Our hairdryer boss

True Red Devil
Hughesy's volleys
Arsenal disheveled
Good Giggsy speed
End to end
Back of the net
Great teen we get
Front of our dreams

True Red Devil
Scars from Aguero
And Barce's better
New cycles please
We've been Malcolmed
Bought like shop
These greedy Glaziers fucking up
Our theatre of dreams

If only for Fergie time
We'd be doing just fine




True Red Devil - The Eclectic Collective

lyrics

Can't be so sure
Anymore
Can't be so sure
Anymore
I know what you're thinking
I used to think the same
I'm seeing things that I've never seen
I'm hearing things 
that I wish I'd never heard
I think
I think
But I need the truth
I need the truth
I need the truth
Can't be so sure
Anymore
Can't be so sure
Anymore

can't be so sure

Poème de Mélanie Waldor (1796-1871).

Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour
Mon souffle, comme une caresse,
Glissera sur le pur contour
De ce beau front qu'avec paresse
Tu reposes sur mes genoux.
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence,
Hors la branche qui se balance,
Souple et frêle, au-dessus de nous ;
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence.

Sous mes baisers clos tes yeux noirs,
Tes yeux où brillent tant de flammes,
Qu'on les croirait les deux miroirs
Où se reflètent nos deux âmes.
Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour ;
Je suis jalouse de tes rêves,
Comme du temps que tu m'enlèves
Avec le monde chaque jour...
Je suis jalouse de tes rêves !...

Le soleil glisse à l'horizon.
Pas un souffle, pas un nuage...
Un rayon d'or, sur le gazon,
Reste comme un heureux présage !
Nos riches tapis ne sont pas
Aussi doux que ce lit de mousse
Où, folâtre, ta main repousse
Le brin d'herbe effleurant mon bras.
Dors sur l'herbe, les fleurs, la mousse...

Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour :
Mon souffle, comme une caresse,
Glissera sur le pur contour
De ce beau front qu'avec paresse
Tu reposes sur mes genoux.
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence,
Hors la branche qui se balance,
Souple et frêle, au-dessus de nous ;
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence.

Dors à mes pieds !

Child of Nature

Wild Wild West (Night on Earth Mix)

Wild Wild West (Remix 2025)

« La musique est pour les musiciens, le poème pour les poètes, la stupidité pour les stupides, mais l'amour est donné à celle qui le mérite. »
(Sivi le Poète, L'amour)

Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore
Victor Hugo
Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore !
Quand l’amour s’en va, l’espoir fuit.
L’amour, c’est le cri de l’aurore,
L’amour c’est l’hymne de la nuit.
Ce que le flot dit aux rivages,
Ce que le vent dit aux vieux monts,
Ce que l’astre dit aux nuages,
C’est le mot ineffable : Aimons !
L’amour fait songer, vivre et croire.
Il a pour réchauffer le coeur,
Un rayon de plus que la gloire,
Et ce rayon c’est le bonheur !
Aime ! qu’on les loue ou les blâme,
Toujours les grand coeurs aimeront :
Joins cette jeunesse de l’âme
A la jeunesse de ton front !
Aime, afin de charmer tes heures !
Afin qu’on voie en tes beaux yeux
Des voluptés intérieures
Le sourire mystérieux !
Aimons-nous toujours davantage !
Unissons-nous mieux chaque jour.
Les arbres croissent en feuillage ;
Que notre âme croisse en amour !
Soyons le miroir et l’image !
Soyons la fleur et le parfum !
Les amants, qui, seuls sous l’ombrage,
Se sentent deux et ne sont qu’un !
Les poètes cherchent les belles.
La femme, ange aux chastes faveurs,
Aime à rafraîchir sous ses ailes
Ces grand fronts brûlants et rêveurs.
Venez à nous, beautés touchantes !
Viens à moi, toi, mon bien, ma loi !
Ange ! viens à moi quand tu chantes,
Et, quand tu pleures, viens à moi !
Nous seuls comprenons vos extases.
Car notre esprit n’est point moqueur ;
Car les poètes sont les vases
Où les femmes versent leur coeurs.
Moi qui ne cherche dans ce monde
Que la seule réalité,
Moi qui laisse fuir comme l’onde
Tout ce qui n’est que vanité,
Je préfère aux biens dont s’enivre
L’orgueil du soldat ou du roi,
L’ombre que tu fais sur mon livre
Quand ton front se penche sur moi.
Toute ambition allumée
Dans notre esprit, brasier subtil,
Tombe en cendre ou vole en fumée,
Et l’on se dit :  » Qu’en reste-t-il ? « 
Tout plaisir, fleur à peine éclose
Dans notre avril sombre et terni,
S’effeuille et meurt, lis, myrte ou rose,
Et l’on se dit :  » C’est donc fini ! « 
L’amour seul reste. Ô noble femme
Si tu veux dans ce vil séjour,
Garder ta foi, garder ton âme,
Garder ton Dieu, garde l’amour !
Conserve en ton coeur, sans rien craindre,
Dusses-tu pleurer et souffrir,
La flamme qui ne peut s’éteindre
Et la fleur qui ne peut mourir !
Victor Hugo, Les contemplations, 1856

https://www.poetica.fr/poeme-5979/victor-hugo-aimons-toujours-aimons-encore/

Aimons toujours

A song about Project Monarch/MkUltra abuse survivor and educator, Cathy O'Brien, who has, and continues to, inspire me with her wisdom, fearlessness, resilience, and enlightened consciousness. I love you, Cathy. 
Instrumental, Production: Oussama Arichi
Lyrics: Nadia Selvaggi & Cathy O'Brien
Vocals, Mix, Production: Nadia Selvaggi
To learn more about Cathy's journey, visit her website: https://trance-formation.com/jan-6/

Cathy by Oussama Arichi & Nadia Selvaggi

Another song from my revival  project.  
There was a time when I travelled quite a lot by ferry and on sunny days, I would get carried away by the sparkling sunlight in the water.   In many occasions, I just ended with some new lines (words or notes) in my head.   This composition was one of those which started that way.

Hope you like the song.  Thanks for stopping by.

[CREDITS]
Music / Lyrics / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming – Michael C. Lynn
Guitar Solo – Brent Mason @Band_in_a_Box
Sax Solo – Eric Marienthal @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
Eversince you talked to me that morning					
I find myself growing fonder of you each day					
Unfortunately we do not have too much in common					
And I don't know how to treat you the right way					
					
So disappointed, feel like giving up on you					
But your lovely eyes tell me that's a thing I can't do				
Recalling the countless times	you have let me down				
But nomatter how I know I can still come round					
					
(Chorus)					
Sunlight on the water run sparkling thru my mind					
Makes me realize that things can never be such fine			
Sunlight on the water run sparkling thru my mind					
Brings back the dreams I tried to leave behind				
					
I can't hide the passion I feel inside					
And my intension disclosed before your eyes					
It is true, it is you, I'm thinking of all the time				
But nomatter how, our hearts just never rhymed
				
Sunlight on the water, run sparkling through my mind				
Brings back the dreams I tried to leave behind				
					
But I know the dreams I dream are made of sand				
And it will take a long time to be back on the road again				
					
Repeat chorus

Sunlight on The Water

Exploring the Blue (Live Jam)

Solar Flare Awakening Soul

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Funny Bone

Hoping you enjoy this latest song  , Gary has  added all  of the beautiful vocals , harmonies and lyrics too! 
Thank you for all of your kind plays reposts and  playlists!

Vocals  :- Gary Scott
Lyrics  :- Gary Scott
Music and arrangements : Annette Scott
(C) 2025



Cast Away (Ft Gary Scott)

Songster version was a little ‘copla’ about not being able to be with, nor without, a loved person.  As usual, I’ve ‘upgraded’ it, process from which you only get the final result, normally. 

But, following lyrics’ contradictions, I not only serve parts with different levels of (dis)order in heavy rock - flamenco sauce, but raw vs very cooked parts as well, starting with the improvised phone recording of the very first idea I had to develop the song, so please excuse my failures and noises.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)  /  I know where you're coming from (Don’t you leave again)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pena,        /  when you come with that sweet sad face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes llorando sin que te duela,     /  when you come crying without any pain,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando dices que quieres hablar conmigo,  /  when you say that you want to talk to me,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando quieres estar al lado mío,                /  when you want to be by my side,

te veo venir (x3)                                           /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pilla,          /  when you come with that sweet sly face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa sonrisa, chiquilla,    /  when you come with that smile, little girl,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

ER33FI03 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016


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Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)

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A singer-songwriter who cannot read notes, doesn't play much instruments except a little keyboard & guitar and considers singing as the most difficult part for him.

So in case you're wondering how a guy like this would sound, just spare some of your time for a listen.
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Sunlight on The Water

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