Late 2025 Soundcloud Playlist

1234567890 (Peter the Poet)

Monday Playlist week of 10/20/25

IPG1

Copy of Vocalatti

Neli CoKo

Copy of Robert S. Dean

BLUEBIRDS from MONTEZUMA

What can I I say, so many John Prine songs and I love them all.  Would have loved to see him in concert but we still have his music

Speed Of The Sound Of Loneliness( Cover - John Prine)

Train Back In Time © 2024 BMI
Lyrics from Tony’s Lyrics - Tony Harris
Original Music, Vocals, and Production by Riff Beach
Wouldn’t it be Nice?
If we could take a Train
….Take a Train Back in Time?
Listen to the Wheels Rumblin’
Sounds that soothe your Mind
Wouldn’t it be Nice?
To hear the Whistle Blowin’
Feel The Train Shakin’
As we go Back in Time
Wouldn’t it be Fine?
If Old Friends
Friends no longer here
Could ride along with us
For even a short time?
Wouldn’t It Be Nice?
If Everyone was Swayin’
To the Sound of Music
The Rhythym of The Rails
Wouldn’t It Be Nice?
To take a break
From this Crazy World
The Crazy World
We Live in
Wouldn’t it be Nice?
Wouldn’t it be Nice?
To take a Train Back…..
Way Back in Time
Listen to the Wheels Rumblin’
We’re headed On The Down The Line
Wouldn't it be Nice?
If we could take a Train Back in Time?
(Outro)

Train Back In Time - Collaboration by Tony and Riff Beach - Original

impro day loop

Attempt on this inspirational track: https://soundcloud.com/petrus-major/kalia-beach-personal
I just added keyboard and tenorsax, each in on go.
I recommend listening to the Original, which is perfect !
The image is simply showing the Dead Sea ... not Kalia Beach !

Kalia Beach by Petrus Major // Keys Sax remix

create human time 4 bar loop with bodhrán / bongo and guiro for the DAW version
50bpm 6/4 I think
it's setup for strings this and that would allow guitar line as is as in it wouldn't need to get fancier

The Love Beside You

Look around
They're right beside you
Love doesn't change
It's forever new
It's found online when local fear deludes
Love, be beside us,
Cue breath merge deluge

Love is strong
It 'need not presence
It's miracle maker
Magic cosmic essence
'The love beside you faces contempt
Judgement of two
You and Me
Too much is meant

See, love is meaning with no explanation
Unconditional first to station
Spacial glow as Earth shines brighter
Heaven alive births peaceful mightier

Love is for now to make forever
It stays as love in accepting clever
Conscious of the mirrored being
Beside you, don't reflect that mean

Mean 'aint me
Mean 'aint you
Tilt away from scenes that don't ring true
Proof of love is just a feeling
Let's beautify Earth's eyes with beaming

Shining out to the other life
Look, Us humans do it right
We love their cells and not their look
We love existence framed how all eyes hook

Look around you
They're right there
Love doesn't change
Love is the forever prayer
It's found online when local fear deludes
Love beside us cue breath merge deluge
Our love is beside us
Our love is beside us

The Love Beside You (Demo)

Mark says - 
In the 5 years I have been working with Rod, I have been encouraged to reach as far as my experience allows me to, with complete support at all times. So far we have completed 11 songs and have experimented with several others that made for a great learning curve for me, with several more at other stages of development... Watch this space, however as we are methodical and patient, therefore it may take some time to get them off the ground.

The subject matter of this song may be based on a different scenario but it is also a token of my gratitude to my inspirational collaborator and friend Rod, who has given me much confidence to rise to the ambition of his musical creativity and meticulous arrangements. Thank you all for giving this song your time.

Rod says - 
This song was conceived a long time ago to be sung in Spanish, but Mark did a magnificent adaptation with his English lyrics, and the meaning is 100% faithful to the original spirit, even though he hadn't heard the original song in Spanish. Technically, there are three voices together, consolidating a multi-vocal performance. The synth sounds emulate my old analog and FM synths, and the guitars were routed through an old console to achieve the vintage sound I was looking for.

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix - @rplanes
Me - Vocals and lyrics
Image by Douglas Corrance

Thank You (Rodolfo Planes/Mark J Bennett)

I would like to tell you just how grateful I am,
And also how important you’ve been here in my life.
I know I don’t need to draw you a diagram,
Thank you for being there all this time as my wife.
I have to tell you just how good you’ve been for me,
And I hope that I have also been there for you,
When you needed me through all this trouble and strife.
 
No need to show me all of your gratitude,
I already know how much you show that you care,
When you were prepared to move to my latitude,
Then I was convinced I was ready to share,
My life with you whatever it threw at the both of us.
I know that it’s true, no matter what you care to say.
I’ll always need to express all of my thanks to you 
This will always be true on that I swear.
 
I would like to tell you just how grateful I am,
And also how important you’ve been in, in my life.
I have to tell you just how good you’ve been for me,
And I hope that I have also been there for you,
When you needed me through all this trouble and strife.
Then I was sure that I was ready to share,
My whole life with you, whatever that meant for the both of us.
I know that it’s true, whatever you say.

This song on Continental Collision's own cloud - https://soundcloud.com/user-517923604/thank-you

Also available on Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/5pfvPjop9XCJPrVL9a60U0

Thank You - Continental Collision (Rodolfo Planes & Mark J Bennett) on Spotify

(Chorus)
No basic style, come on take a ride
Basic style——why? A catalog of vibe
Put a name on it, another wave for the tide
Listen what’s inside, then blast it worldwide 
The groove does not lie, a melodic glide
   Something-though, this much is certain
Set free to run wild—-no basic style
No basic style (Echo)

(Verse 1) 
Energy driven, music’s a haven
No questions-no answers -Taken-none given
We Share parts of ourselves 
   Just for the living
But I’m still underground 
Although I have risen
To a higher level in fact,
Basic styles-good riddance 
Bye bye—-let’s dance 

Switch it up!

(Verse2)
Switch it up-Switch it up
Random rhythm of raindrops 
Nothing fancy—-plop, plop
Lightning strikes naturally 
It’s all good-fear not

No hassle, add a deep bass
Some kicks and one-shots
Vibe along, it hits the spot
Feel the rhythm, move your butts
Cataloged tabbed—-
“Forget Me Nots-Vibe Will Hit The Spot”

No basic style—
(Chorus)
Interlude

No Basic Style

Cast of characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass, composition
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and synth
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken — drums and percussion
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- clavinet, VST saxophone solo, VST horns, effects, production editing
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster HHS electric guitrar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals and lyrics

This song began back at the beginning of the summer, when Josh was messing around on his electric piano and found a structure to which to add his bass. As soon as he opened the project to the rest of Eclectic Collective, JJ jumped right in, adding his thrilling organ and ethereal background synth. Thus, Josh dropped his original e. piano part in favor of JJ's new parts. Ken was next up, adding the drums in reverse order from how he and Josh usually do it. Ken is very skilled at being able to add drums to a pre-existing bass line, which he displays in here. He also added the clever auxilary percussion you hear throughout. Mark was next to the trough, adding his funky clavinet, as well as his sax solo you hear lighting it up in there. He also added some well composed horns toward the end, not to be confused with JJ's synth. 
  Then it was time for the guitarists to do their thing. Stephen added the strong, melodic solos in the first two breaks with his guitar and wah pedal. After Tez added his thrilling solos at the end, Stephen went back in and added the funky rhythm guitar part. Tez also added the funky guitar riffs throughout the verses.
  All that was left was to get Carl in on the action, as he is the newest core member of Eclectic Collective. He wrote a poem and sung it in his signature, wild style for us.
  This is Eclectic Collective at its almost full strength, pulling six musicians from two different continents and four different countries together to create a song. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.
   On a side note, this will be Eclectic Collective's last song for two weeks. As most of you know, we release a song every Thursday at midnight. Due to vacation and travel at the end of summer, we'll be skipping  next Friday, the 15th, but should be returning the following Friday, the 22nd. We may also put something out this coming Tuesday, the 12th, so please stay tuned. Can't thank enough those of you who tune in regularly and support us every week. 
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:



The Get Down - The Eclectic Collective

SOULMATES

A few months back, anyone landing on this page was extended an invitation to….“come set for a spell in The Blue Room…..when nobody loves you.”  Well, took a while, but I reckon the word’s getting out amongst the broken hearted - this smoky little back-alley jazzabilly joint been seeing some semi-decent crowds lately.  Might have to add a couple more tables over there in that side area where we been storing the old feltless pool table.   

I dunno, maybe there really are a lot of lonely hearts out there, looking for companionship.  But my bet is that the real draw here is the new act on stage, as the house band is now joined by two long-time Atlanta musicians - Herb Avery and his Hammond organ, and Randy Hunter with his saxophone.   

For this version of the house theme song (aka The Blue Room), not only is my fumbly-finger organ solo replaced with Randy’s stellar saxophone, but I’ve put together a new intro, much more fitting for the new instrumentation.   And btw, brother Herbert not only plays his Hammond on the song, but that’s him you’ll hear playing the background lounge piano as the track opens.

So yeah, come set for a spell (whether you're loved or not), and let Randy & Herb show you their stuff.   

(Original version is here:) https://soundcloud.com/bruceavery/the-blue-room?si=36546f88f147427aba1593bf85a7ec1f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The Blue Room - version 2 w/sax & B3

(Intro)
Gotta cut it up, gotta cut it up—-yeah!
Just because, just because
Gotta cut it up, gotta cut it up—-yeah!
Just because, just because

(Chorus)
Play my beats loud, rock and move the crowd 
Just because, just because
make it real, keep it real, underground feel
Just because, just because


Just because, just because

Just because, just because

(Verse1)
Sometimes, cold as ice, twice is nice
Gotta cut it up, added some flavor to the slice—
Honed and crafted, chop and dice
Fire and heat,— free—-, no price
Gotta cut it up, added flavor to the slice
Price been paid, rampage and raid
Just because, just because
Since back in the day, yo I got it made
flat tops and fades
Now I’m rockin braids,
Basement, rooftop, outdoors more
Just because, just because

(Verse2)
So here I am again, memory
Like finding a long lost friend
A focused pattern, that never seems to really end
That loops and repeats, 
Over and over again
Over and over again,

Time passes, old and new trends,
It’s simply not an option, so how can I pretend?
Just enough rope, to run to the end
Before the same Pattern, pulls me back again
before the same pattern, pulls me back again
pulls me back again

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
If the world feels heavy, let the music lift, 
To ease every burden, let the rhythms shift
party through the night, no worries relief
hip-hop strength, brings a melody of peace

Just Because

© Joe Liberty 2025, all rights reserved

* Subjective observations
* Selective square dance calls
* Abbreviated golden rule

DoRight

Never have a care or want
Sing out a playful tune
By the famed authority 
Of the silver spoon

Weave the Ring
Dosado 
Alamo style

Fortunes of the pedigree
Afforded to few
Among peers so cavalier 
The devil gets his due 
 
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
  
Ladies In
Men Sashay
Couples Trade
Wheel and Deal 
Yea

Write the rules for all the fools
With style and a smile
Another game played without shame 
Leaving all beguiled

Bend the Line
Ferris Wheel
See Saw 

A never ending story
Of natural selection
For all the fame and glory
And progression of succession  

Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you 

Spin the Top
Walk and Dodge
Box the Gnat 
Shoot the Star 
Yea

DoRight

Tom's piano melodies are so inspirational, not just to me (Mark) but also to Jussi, Georg and Boon. The energy of this piece carried us all off on a wonderful journey. We hope you enjoy the joyful enthusiasm that Tom initiated. Tom also gave me the key line, 'My Way Through' and I had to run with it as it made so much sense with this uplifting and hopeful music. Thanks for listening.

Tom Regnier -  @tom-r-gnier Music composition, piano and other instrumentation
Jussi Welin - @juswel First guitar and guitar arrangement
Georg Boehme - @georg-boehme Horns and horn arrangement
Boon Suzuki - @boon-suzuki Final guitar and guitar arrangement
Mark Bennett - Vocals and lyrics

Wherever you’re bound you know I’ll, 
Make my way through 
Sure may take a little while
 But I’ll make my way through

Wherever I’m bound I know I’ll,
 Make my way through
 It may take a longer while 
Till I make my way through

Wherever you’re bound,
…You’re bound
I know that I’m bound, yeah!

When I get there you know I’ll
Make my way through
Sure may need a broader smile
But I’ll make my way through.

My Way Through - Tom Régnier & Friends

Out Tonight - Tom Leonard

I received a pair of 'Happy Socks' as a birthday present. This inspired me to write this fun song.

Words & Music: Graham Williams
Vocals, guitars & bass: Graham Williams
Drums: Cubase

'Happy Socks' is a registered trademark.

I bought some happy socks and I put them on my feet,
I started dancing round to the rhythm and the beat,
Of happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
I put another pair on the bedroom chair,
I'm so lucky that I got another pair,
Of happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
They may be wearing out, with a hole in every toe,
But I'm never gonna let my happy socks go,
My happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
My happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
With a pair of these, you've got the socks that really rock,
You can dance all day like you're never gonna stop,
With happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
With a pair of these, you've got the socks that really rock,
You can dance all day like you're never gonna stop,
With happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
Happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,

Happy Socks

Still think positive

 Lyrics= scroll down
wonderful instrumental composed and executed by Paploviante-to hear his work and for details please visit his impressive soundcloud page

https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/still-think-positive-open-collab-offer?si=46a9dfbeb7d94d0fa430992804e3ed47&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Lyrics, vocals, remix,  art cover Saskia Goethals
Still think positive
When nothing seems to work out fine 
And nothing happens at the right time
Your visions blurred, and what you see 
Is only pain and misery 
Your words don’t come out easely
Your thoughts are toxic, don’t you see
You need to change this right away
Even when you have no strenght
The wind comes from the wrong direction 
take a deep breath, smile and fight
try to rewire and inspire,
Believe, have faith,
Have confidence 
Turn frustration into action 
See it as an opportunity
Change how you think reshape what you see

still think positive (collab paploviante)

A Huge Thank You to my dear collaborator Frans Beelaard. I had send him this song in my version and it came back like this… :)
He played a bass line, 2 guitars, one lead and one rhythm. Also included is an acoustic drum track with 22" Zildjian ride & crash cymbals & tambourine and an acoustic piano track.
On top of that he also mixed and mastered the whole thing.
A great honor and pleasure for me.

The lines (edited, translated, modified, revised, retranslated, reedited…) originally derived from verse shards by two German poets: 
Stefan George (1868-1933), „Albagal“, 1892 and 
Durs Grünbein (born 1962), “Porzellan: Poem vom Untergang meiner Stadt“, 2006 and „Bericht von der Ermordung des Heliogabal durch seine Leibgarde“, 1999
I glued these verse shards together with a refrain.

During my research on porcelain I came along Kin Tsugi, a Japanese form of art, putting broken porcelain back together again. The picture shows such a piece.

Smashed Porcelain

1
Descend once more into the air-raid shelter. 
Observe:
Your ancestors, crowded together, in their final attire,

Comrades, hostages to mass hysteria,
How they curse, sob, 
Just moments ago uninhibited,
When the Führer arrived in the Mercedes of the Messiah.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Man…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

2
Oh, I’m descending a marble staircase.
A headless body lies in the middle. Once again.
There, the blood of my dear brother seeps out.
I gently gather up my purple train.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

3
Oh, oh, ohh…
Only 
Caesar didn't care ´bout anything. 
As he watched with glee 
When Rome sank to ruins 
Like a tourist from overseas…

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Well…
How long ago was that, you ask ?


4
Why complain, latecomer ? 
The city long gone before you were there 
Ahh, those teary eyes - 
They’re different from grey hair-air-air…

How long ago was that, you ask ? 
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?
Oh folks, I can't say.						

The only Word
For „Gone Forever“
Is „Today“.

Smashed Porcelain (wt Frans Beelaard)

among the destruction, war, slayings and assasinations, Bob is making the headlines again, onya Bob you always put a smile on the dial.........aussie news, 2025......

Little Bob And The Anaconda

the irwins use to catch crocodiles
a nice little bunch full of sun and smiles
now bob's a supermodel, he gets around in his grundies
copping shit cos he made all the old girls drop their undies
squeezing into their lorna janes, can't take it any longer
all because of little bob and his big anaconda

remember little bob the wildlife warrior
burning round the zoo with his dad and his grandpa 
now he's smiling back at us, lying there on the grass
oiled up like a piston with his jocks fair up his arse
and the old girls get their knickers down and scream good on ya
all because of little bob and that big anaconda

if this had been a bloke making comments about a sheila
he'd be labeled vile and disgusting and probably a drug dealer
but cos it's little bob it's all cute and harmless fun
now wives are telling their hubbys fuck you're fat go for a run
you're looking like a beached whale I'm not turned on by your blubber
why can't you be more like little bob and his big anaconda 

now little bob's so popular, his cheeks they are aglow
and terries friends are lining up to give young bob a go
and a record company's bound to sign him up to sing a song
and surprise surprise you guessed it, it will be about his schlong
and the old girls frothing at the mouth, lining up over younder
to get a glimpse of little bob and his big anaconda

Little Bob And The Anaconda

My first 'cover', 2x1 ;) This song is made of variations from the songs 'Bookends' and 'Scarborough Fair', by Simon & Garfunkel. It combines their melodies and chords on 3/4, 6/4. 9/4 & 5/4 signatures, all in medieval folkie mood, no drums also.
https://soundcloud.com/simon-garfunkel-official: original songs
https://soundcloud.com/burn-it-smith: piano, vocals
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: project, guitars, bass, flute, vocals, production

Preserve Your Memories (with burn.it.smith - original songs by Simon&Garfunkel)

As if in Dreams

Every Move

I was somewhere in Virginia
With the Catskills on my mind
All the mountains are connected
Like the days we left behind

I was walking in Savannah
Where the river meets the pines
You were painting by the window
Sketching out the crossing lines

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I was drifting down to Asheville
With the blue hills bending low
You were dancing through my memory
Like a firefly in early snow

Now I'm waking up in Berkley
With the jasmine in the air
Every coast just keeps on curving
But I still find you everywhere

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

Night Lines (with Joliz)

LYRIC VIDEO : https://youtu.be/GAj7bHfRgEE
This is another song that came to me recently that I felt like I had to write & record ~
I'm kind of seeing it as a companion song for my song “The City Of Magically” that I posted  here on my feed a few monthes back~~
Hope you All Like my Song of Love :-) 
Would Love to hear any thoughts on it !
© 2025 Donna Dior

THIS KIND OF LOVE

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

YouTube link: https://youtu.be/bEqxpSKvBG4 

Autumn contemplation is a time when one naturally leans toward reflection on transience and the meaning of life. Falling leaves and shorter days become symbols of the cyclic nature of existence, teaching us acceptance of change. It is also a moment that encourages deeper introspection and the discovery of inner peace. 

Jesienna zaduma to czas, w którym człowiek naturalnie skłania się ku refleksji nad przemijaniem i sensem życia. Spadające liście i krótsze dni stają się symbolem cykliczności istnienia, ucząc nas akceptacji zmian. To również moment sprzyjający pogłębionej introspekcji i odkrywaniu wewnętrznego spokoju. 

La reflexión otoñal es un tiempo en el que uno se inclina de forma natural hacia pensar en la fugacidad y el sentido de la vida. Las hojas que caen y los días más cortos se convierten en símbolos de la naturaleza cíclica de la existencia, enseñándonos a aceptar los cambios. También es un momento que favorece una introspección profunda y el hallazgo de la paz interior.


Autumn Is Coming

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
_________________________________________________________________________________

"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
_________________________________________________________________________________

Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

My newest song I wrote Sep 30, in the wee hours of the night, 1-3am... A few lyrics came to me awhile back, I usually always come up with a melody first then the lyrics, but this time happened differently, once I hit the D chord then another, it all just came together very fast, as a songwriter, these unexpected nights always amaze me, I've never been the type to say oh I'm gonna write a song today...they've always just came to me. These were feelings that weighed very  heavily on me almost a year ago now, strange how I wrote this now...guess it's a closure song that I needed deep down. Sometimes things can just surface.  I hope someone out there can relate. Recorded live tonight on my 60's Baldwin, Rode NT1 mic, hooked into a Tascam Portacapture x8. Thanks so much for listening!! The pic is one I shot of the bridge in my hometown after a storm a few months ago. I felt like that bird, arriving safe and sound. More songs will be coming! Take care out there everyone. 

Baby 

All those ugly words
From your pretty mouth 
So uncontrolling 
Off the cuff
Baby, wish I coulda kept the love
All the nights that I couldn't sleep 

Flying back with these birds
I left you down south
Cause you were never good enough 
Baby, you coulda been good enough 
Why create a mountain too steep?

Up north has called my heart
I gave you my best
But everything just fell apart
Oh baby, I'm laying our love to rest
All the memories sinking deep

Tonight, I will sleep 

All music written and recorded by © Daniel Colter Valentine
All rights reserved

Baby (Original Song Live)

City Blues

Skilled Waiter (Inspired by "The Atlantic City Waiter" by Countee Cullen

Pete's Downtown Cafe

I watched the sun go under
From the window of the train
City lights like scattered pearls
Through a fog of silver rain
Your voice on my shoulder
Soft as summer wine
I’m chasing down the distance
And the pictures in my mind
East of Indianapolis
On this twilight line

We dreamed of California
But never left the ground
I’m counting old postcards
From a life that’s coming around
There’s a rhythm in the window
Like the slow turn of time
And a ghost beside my shoulder
That I can’t leave behind
West of Illinois
On this twilight line

The dawn will find another town
And someone else’s sky
But I still see your shadow
Every time I close my eyes
And maybe love’s just distance
Measured over time
Between what was and what remains
On Hollywood and Vine
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line

Twilight Line

No scammer alerts this time , maybe someone has shot them all , let's hope so !
Here's another offering from me and Kim , we've done quite a few now , hope you like this one . Loads more to come with Gaz Brownie my Brummie mate , Dave Cooper my fellow Northerner , Alabama Tony Harris and more by myself and with my soul mate Kim . Oh yes , Axel Menningen got in touch about a song written by David Dunham , so we've started working on a fabulous version , Axel's vision is something else ! I'm hoping to work with D'mendo Boteli again , he is a rising star , unlike me , just an old git trying my best !
Thank you so much for listening , here's me and Charlotte's album links , have a listen !
www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLA…L7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS4…DSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

[Verse] The mirror's cracked the light is thin I can't see out or look within A shadow whispers my own name But every echo feels the same

[Chorus] I'm losing faith losing fire Hope's a thread on a broken wire Every prayer just fades away I'm losing faith I'm losing faith today

[Verse 2] The sky is gray no stars in sight The clock ticks wrong both day and night The ground is cold it won't forgive How do I fight when I can't live

[Prechorus] I used to dream I used to soar But now I’m not sure what for

[Chorus] I'm losing faith losing fire Hope's a thread on a broken wire Every prayer just fades away I'm losing faith I'm losing faith today

[Bridge] I build a house on shifting sand It falls apart like it was planned The rain it mocks the tears I hide The storm has found a place inside

Losing Faith

Seven years ago, Oddrun and I released a beautiful collaboration titled “Smile” — a heartfelt reinterpretation of the timeless theme from Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times (1936) 🎬.  Born from a melody that once underscored silent emotions on screen, our version gave it a new voice — tender, human, and full of light.  For some reason, it never made its way to my SoundCloud page… until now. It feels like the right moment to share this piece again — a little fragment of beauty we both cherished.
 I hope it touches you as it once touched us. ✨

Arrangements by Charles Chambaz 
All instruments, effects are performed by myself. 
For more information, see my public Profile
Vocals by Oddrun (@oddrun-eikli)

Smile: A Charles(music) & Oddrun(vocal) Collaboration

Written by Glenny G ( October 1st 2025 )
Run Another Mile  ( Poem )
One single moment , your out of time
This has to be or you fall behind
And then you find it , you want to be
All of the things that you said to me
You keep on running , Running another mile 
You keep on running , Running another mile

Your full of love , Your full of hate
Laying down when you wake
So divine , inside the jade
You run along and you find your way
And keep on running , running another mile
And keep on running , Running another mile

Your sick of time , Your sick of faith 
Your sick of all the human race
Your hardened heart , Your head in hand
Your hoping for a place to land
SOLO ( Guitar )
You keep on running , Running another mile
You keep on running , Running another mile........

Run Another Mile ( Original with Lyrics )

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)

I was down like a pilot in a war 
Wreckage, wreckage 
Then she broke my freefall 

I fell fast no warning around me
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she walked me away

I woke in a city without a name
Sirens shot the darkness with sound

She said her name was Mercy so I knew
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she flickered and swayed

I was down like a pilot in a war
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she broke my freefall
Then she broke my freefall

Wreckage (with Joliz)

Complete Unknown

This started with a very beautiful piano piece by Tom, then advanced by Jussi’s great electric guitar lead. I added an imagined lyric about someone not being able to commit to a relationship and the song was completed by Boon’s excellent acoustic guitar work. Thanks to all for their wonderful contributions. Thanks everyone for giving this a listen. Much appreciated by us all. 

Desamor by Tom Régnier, Jussi Welin, Boon Suzuki and Mark J Bennett

There’s an absence in my life, 
Perhaps of my own device. 
An awkward independence, 
Rendered me unable to share,
 My life with any other. 
Desamor, Desamor

There’s an absence in my life,
 Desamor, Desamor 
An awkward independence,
 Left me unable to share.
 Desamor, Desamor
 Keeping a distance from love and affection, 
Forbidding myself that joy.

There’s an absence in my life,
 Desamor, Desamor

Keeping a distance from love and affection, 
 Forbidding myself that joy.
 Desamor, Desamor

Desamor - Tom Régnier, Jussi Welin, Boon Suzuki & Mark J Bennett

Love John Prine's music! This is a quick raw cover of one of his songs.
Check out John's music on YouTube.