A mid tempo Instrumental Jazz Pop piece from Pianist Gary Reems.  The High Road drives and pulsates along featuring synth and soprano sax solos, piano, strings, and brass.  The High Road is a passionate piece of music.

The High Road

Modern Artists like Leon Bridges and Son Little marry hip hop or RnB rhythms often to acoustic based songs. Its an opportunity to blend elements that you love from 2 generations of music into one song - some lyrical bite, sweetened by 60s vocal harmonies.


FAKING IRONY

I see your troubles start from within
And she is prickling cause you’re so wooden
Look at her sparkle like the lemon
Floating on her pour of bubbly gin

Life is serious but only at certain times of day
Where’s the gazelle leap to release your mind to play

It’s a hard road when you take everything literally
If only you could take a course in faking irony
But here you are your face is pinched and spidery
If only you could take a course in faking irony

For you gravity and time operate differently
You’re drowning in the history of epiphany
Will you ever get to feel for the other side
Letting go that crippling brainy ultra-pride

She needs a belly laugh that drops her to the ground
Nothing sexy ‘bout your analysing head up in the clouds

It’s a hard road . . . faking irony

Your birth blueprint and childhood pricked you like a thorn
But your conscience can’t be faulted and you’re always doing good
You probably can’t be changed and that’s an awful thought
Cause things I’m advocating - they probably can’t be taught

She needs a belly laugh that drops her to the ground
Nothing sexy ‘bout your analysing head up in the clouds

It’s a hard road . . . faking irony

FAKING IRONY

Music: Composed, written, mixed and mastered by: BBright

https://soundcloud.com/bbright_official

Lyrics: Written, recorded, mixed and mastered by: The Mysterious Decibel

God giveth open arms to those who soweth the seed
God giveth the highest levels of prosperity to those that giveth to the creed
Those that feed in the name of Jesus
The riches from their pocket
Will reap the rewards beyond what can even be imagined
In an economic world God commands you to give
So Sow those offerings my friends and brothers
Sow them!
continue to Invest in the kingdom with the righteous word of God!

God can you flip the tables!?
These diamonds are covered in blood
Preacher man in the gospel
Manipulation giveth the flood

I am the ruler of this ministry
My word to the mic, you will all see
Your word to the cross it enriches me
I'll buy another one or two or maybe three

This wolf in sheep's gear bears teeth
Raking in your gold from underneath
What is your offering?
What is your offering?
I pull to you like a puppet with strings

Sow them!
Sow Them!

God can you flip the tables!?
These diamonds are covered in blood
Preacher man in the gospel
Manipulation giveth the flood

Giveth to the gospel
Giveth unto me
In the preacher's pocket
Where your blessings be

Giveth to the gospel
Giveth unto me
In the preacher's pocket
Where your blessings be

BBright x The Mysterious Decibel - Giveth To The Gospel

Keyboard Mars/24
Photography ; Nils Tavernier (ideal palace)

Entre-temps (meantime) ━no metaverse

As winter steps away, spring gently eases into our lives, bringing the rebirth and beauty of nature around us, as well as the promise of new beginnings.  I like to think of spring not only as a season, but also as a philosophy...Regardless of where we are at in our lives, we can still start over and there is beauty to be found around us.  If the winter season has been a harsh time for you, take heart...spring is coming!

Spring Begins

An experiment with the Blues. At least we tried...🎸😅
https://beatingedge.bandcamp.com/track/2050s-blues
https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/track/1TIcue2ycTDzCAK3f6tzzs?si=9fb192de66c0431b

Lyrics:

Sittin' on the corner
Watchin' hovercars fly by
In this world of technology
Where blues still survive
2050's got me feelin' so low
A hundred years past the blues
But the pain still overflows

Steppin' on the concrete
Neon lights fill the streets
But there's still that melancholy in the melodies that I sing
The electric guitar cries
Trumpet wails in despair
Piano keys tappin'
Tellin' stories of city streets at night

Lost in this concrete jungle
Looking for a sign
People rushing by
No time to stop and talk
But I keep on walking
Searching for that spark

Skyscrapers reach high
They touch the sky
But all I see are empty buildings passing me by
The city's chaos
It's a symphony of sound
But I'm just trying to find my way around

Oh
Neon lights
City streets at night
Lost in this concrete jungle
Looking for a sign
People rushing by
No time to stop and talk
But I keep on walking
Searching for that spark

Skyscrapers reach high
They touch the sky
But all I see are empty buildings passing me by
The city's chaos
It's a symphony of sound
But I'm just trying to find my way around

Oh
Neon lights at night
Lost in this concrete jungle
Looking for a sign
People rushing by
No time to stop and talk
But I keep on walking
Searching for that spark

Skyscrapers reach high
They touch the sky
But all I see are empty buildings passing me by
The city's chaos
It's a symphony of sound
But I'm just trying to find my way around

Lost in the city
Can't find my way home
Surrounded by strangers
Feeling all alone
But I won't give up

2050's blues

This is another fun toon which I hope will get you boppin a bit. It's some tongue in cheek rock n roll / cowpunk relationship counselling from legendary Aussie band the Beasts of Bourbon. Written by guitarist Kim Salmon.

I used my new parlour guitar to play this one. I was quite happy with the jangly chords which I think really suit the tune.

Something To Lean On (by the Beasts of Bourbon)

I'm sharing this again, grateful for the addition of Mistermark, who's added cello to my original. I love the new sound. 

Thank you, Mark!

Seasons Make Sense (cello chords)

The late nights, watching the sunset, the flickering of candle light in the  window... and all she craves is ....his touch, his taste, his existence within her world.... no matter how forbidden it may be...These are the thoughts one is not meant to have... so music takes them away...

Undisclosed Desires

An improvisation with my self-constructed tubular bell instrument

LP021   Into the Inner Space

Copper Bells Meditation

The Raunchy Potato

Solo acoustic rock n roll! 🎸🎤

I am a solo guitarist mainly playing acoustically. I am a rock n roller with folk, country, blues, jazz and classical influences. It could be summed up as cowpunk.

I have written two songs, Mexico and Solution, and have also written a number of instrumentals. As I don't have many songs of my own, I like to learn to play standards so I have developed a bit of a repertoire.

All originals are copyright. 

Thanks for listening and I hope you enjoy it! This is NG, bluesing out!

Something To Lean On (by the Beasts of Bourbon)

NG Bluesing Out