You make a nuanced point about commenting on music. And you sound just like Willie Nelson which is a huge plus in my book. I wonder if I'm doing you a disservice by doing what you're criticizing in this song. :)

Haha all that to essentially say "stfu." Excellent.

You have a John Hartford vibe coming out of you. I sure do miss that guy..Id absolutely love it sometime if I got comments about how my song is shit and I need to re-write it.. or perhaps just shut the f up and play my guitar because Im half full of shit. Im guilty if cynicism. And so I can say I havent written lyrics like this for quite awhile now. Maybe i'm just too tolerant of other people's bull...

You’ve given me an idea.  Sit and stare into space for a while.  I just realised I never do that these days! We’re switched on 24/7 and it’s not good.  Great lyrics and performance Jim.

Ahh there is the stinger!  It may the curse of our generation (or blessing) depending on one's POV, but anyone with a smartphone also has a platform and a myriad of ways to make it public.  Excellent Jim, done with the artful skill of a seasoned song writer.

Fourth listen, Absolutely fantastic song Jim. ;)

excellent poignant song, well written played & sung. gorgeous.

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2024 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
He left her on a Wednesday
While she was by his side
He drifted off to early
No time for goodbyes

And she's waiting for the sun
She's just waiting for the sun
Yes she's waiting for the sun
So she can leave

She said she's going home now
She's riding all alone
A love that last forever
A house that's made of stone

And she's waiting for the sun
Yes she's waiting for the sun
She's just waiting for the sun
So she can leave

Waiting For The Sun

This is one about the election. The first line, I heard a lot on the news and talk shows right after the outcome, reassuring worried people that our country will make it through. I am not convinced we will, either way, it’s going to be a totally different America after these 4 years.

This song seemed a little over the top, so I went ahead and put in a gospel choir and a searing guitar lead just to make sure lol.

Sorry I haven't been on SC very much lately, I'm learning a new software app for my paying job and it is not making life easier, like I thought it would. I will be back soon!

And please pardon the vocals

I believe we’ll be okay
We’ll win this fight another day
Still, I would do it all again, because right is on our side,
And the truth can turn the tide
 
When kindness wins over greed
 It’s true that love is all you need
But If fear rules your life, your humanity will leave you
And then it’s hard to see the light
   
It seems to me // we’re all in this together
Money never will define a person's worth
And I realize, that nothing lasts forever
But we were meant to be good stewards of the Earth

I believe in you
And I hope that you believe in me, too
You  see, love has not died
It is lost somewhere inside
Our  spark will  bring it new life
So don’t give up, neither will I
Be who you        are and never hide 
If we raise our voices to the sky 
Love will not die!

We'll Be Okay

cheers for having a listen


i think it's time you have to go
but i think you knew this long ago
it happens to the best of us, cast aside and left to rust
you know thats just the way

then the realisation's taken hold 
you been left out in the cold
frozen out the welcome mat, took away and not put back
you know thats just the way

you made your peace now with your past
except some things aren't meant to last
everyone will tell you you'll get through
keep keeping on thats all you do
cos it's the only way

where would you go what would you do
there's a big old world in front of you
and it's hurtin now more than before, through heavens gate to the devils door
you know we lost our way

take a seat it won't be long, all the pain will soon be gone
you know thats just the way
make your mind up right or wrong, the way we're going it won't be long
thats the way

Thats The Way

in recognition of mental health awareness week..............the blues parade has often passed my way.........peace & cheers for having a listen........



hear that rumble over the hill
shaking the glass from the window sills 
hide the money and lock the tills
here comes the blue parade

in the distance hear that noise
no need to be alarmed there boys
just keep it straight and hold your course
it's just the blue parade

it'll start real early, break of dawn
won't get much sleep from the night before
better nail down the shutters and deck the halls
here comes the blue parade

well my mind mightn't know what's goin on
but my ears are tuned to the pipers song
hands get sweaty yea it won't take long
here comes the blue parade

you might meet someone, head hung low
not much to say nowhere to go
together you can try and mend your souls
among the blue parade

you might be strangers when you start 
when the dust settles you'll never part
cos you made a pact with the bleeding hearts
now you're part of the blue parade

well my mind mightn't know what's goin on
but my ears are tuned to the pipers song
heart starts thumping yea it won't take long
here comes the blue parade

step in time march 4 to the floor
people be staring, don't matter no more
cos you sold the sink and the kitchen door
to join the blue parade

hear them blow their whistles. colors bright
seems to me to be a hell of a night
but if you look inside you'll get a fright
yea that's the blue parade

aint the time to think if what you're doing's right
just stay in line and keep your mouth shut tight
you're about to take the ride of your life
here comes the blue parade

well my mind mightn't know what's goin on
but my ears are tuned to that pipers song
god help me where did i go wrong
to end up in the blue parade
here comes the blue parade

The Blue Parade

a live demo recorded on the old tape machine.........peace, cheers for having a listen and seasons greetings.............*Tombstone Jones by The Bluebirds From Montezuma..........one of my many favs that ive found on here........a great group i like to listen to in the morn with me cuppa


somebody told me it's mind over matter
but does it matter to you that mine is in tatters
cos I'm sick of what I'm seeing on my devices
it's breaking my brain

advice never asked for, watch them boiling wooden spoons 
hearing peoples cringy songs with them singing outta tune
and pretending that they listen
to get a good review

or watch them bury their heads in their hands as they weep
cos they lost everything they got nowhere to sleep
and from the comfort of our 24/7 live feed
we can give it our armchair critique

and as always there's talk, endless conclusions
everyone shouting so there aint no solutions
to the problems that lie at our feet
seems they only exist when they're on our screen

branded and tagged like cattle at the station
trying to be our authentic self on rotation
but we can't shut up about it
cos everybody's gotta know

so many conversations we're all trying to be heard
and not paying any mind to the things that deserve 
our attention deficit has never been so bad I've heard
since 1963

and as always there's talk, endless discussions
like a blow to the head can give you concussion
like the problems that lie in our homes
seems they only exist if someone else knows

we protest cos the cows are fartin to much
but if we eat any, the plant lovers hate our guts
cos they rather we live on daises and nuts
so we can squeeze through a crack in the wall

maybe what we need to do is find a quiet space
pull up a chair and stare into space
and for 5 minutes just be alone with our face
and shut the fuck up for a while

stfu (For a While)

Music: Joachim Krömker
Guitars & Synth: Joachim Krömker
Vocals: xian3
Editorial work on Lyrics: xian3
Words by Theodor W. Adorno (1903-1969) in „Philosophy of new music“, 1949
Translation mainly by machine
Cover: AI generated on Dec.31st 2024 at 10:30

Behind The Dam

“The person 
who allows oneself 
to be exuded (poured out)
in weeping 
and a music 
which is no longer like it 
in anything, (in anything)

at the same time 
allows the stream 
of what is not itself 
to flow back 
into it, 
what is not itself 

and what was dammed up 

behind the dam 
of the world of things.”  	

Behind the dam
Behind the dam
Behind the dam

Behind The Dam (wt Art.Silence)

With the fall of the Assad regime, Syria is once again thrust into the international spotlight as new leadership takes hold promising much while its citizens took to the streets celebrating the ousting of Assad and now wait hopefully for positive change.  The country has been in a civil war of unspeakable cruelty since 2011. The swift changes have been on Peter's heart through the holiday season. It is a country, a land, and a culture that is deeply rooted in history going back over 10 millennia.  In many ways it is a cradle of Western civilization but its people are at a contemporary crossroads wanting what we have; peace, prosperity, civility, and freedom to determine their destiny as a nation.  This song addresses that hope, the first release of the year for our little international ensemble.  
Lyric, narration/singing - Peter the poet - @soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Lovely left & right guitar - David D - @david-dunhamuser589535203
Music, guitar, mix & production - Seagull - @farout-music-studio

Mother Syria

Hold my hand up to the sun to reach this smouldered rubble
Lift my eyes again with little patience left in trust
Assad years, father and son, each the devil’s double
Gassed and burned my cradle nation to blood-soaked mental dust

With his face alight the new guy’s mission, pure, sent from heaven
Promises truth, gold, light and god in his virgin presidential pledge
In the dead of night autocracy voted AK47
New boots crush freedom’s fingertips, as they’re clinging to the ledge

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
That cradled understanding of things earthly and divine?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
Or should we prepare the palliatives for your sectarian decline?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
On the path of sane humanity or on diabolos’ design?

Mother Syria will you renounce the suicide bomber’s blast?
Maybe seek out peace at last?

Mother Syria (Seagull, Peter, David)

Hey… glad you dropped by. Gonna get real cold here, and I have a bit of snow shoveling to finish before the cold snap, so this is a short song. More an exploration of ideas than a song, as I fumble about with music. Maybe the season? Or my age? Or life in general? Or my dreams at night about my life? Whatever it may be, I am certainly wondering about where I am right now, how I got here, what I am doing here, and where I might be headed, if anywhere in particular. Sometimes I catch little glimpses of the essence of all this. I am an old man now. Maybe this comes with the territory? I stumble about through these days, especially if I don’t watch where I am going. I’ve lived through far too many wars, too much collective global hatred and violence, and witnessed outright cruelty. That has made it more difficult to live on this planet, as time passes. I’ve also found myself lost in the beauty of this world, fascinated by everything around me. It is as if time becomes irrelevant, as everything just happens. Everywhere I turn I am amazed and grateful to be alive. I don’t want to miss a thing. We live, we die, we laugh, we cry. Thanks for stopping by and hanging out for a while, Mark

This Crow, Don't Ya Know?

Special thanks to Hemanifezt for his acappella.....

NO DEBATING .  🎧 .  feat HEMANIFEZT

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

19 Wild Irish Rose

Demos and sketches of songs, mostly recorded in my home studio.
Part of the Netta&McGill duo.
Thanks for having a listen.

stfu (For a While)

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