your vocal phrasing / rhythm is so inventive here Peter --it works so well, and the word play and allusions are Yeats level!!

The percussive drive here is a compelling stage for this wonderful word smithing Peter. Marching, robotic and somewhat frightening that builds into a scorching ether. Yes!! Durge

A very professional sound, great backing and intelligent lyrics. First class post.

💕💕🙏merveilleux travail de passionné bravo mom estimé ami

Brillante mélodie les lyrics sont géniales j' adore

fumbling improv. as per : )  6 yrs ago.
take a deep breath
X

in the water ～ in the air

'f I were you (instrumental)

Early Down Chaos

From the Laybow demo recording sessions

Lebo - drums
P. P. - bass, backing vocals
Tom - guitars, vocals

Laybow - Resolve

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

A song about the northern lights and their mysterious appearance in unusual circumstances a long, long time ago...

I hear the cries of winter I cant stand to see the sight
Like waves they came crashing but now lie  still there in the night

Its far too late for many lying on once peaceful land
I wonder who if any fell directly by my hand

The morning brings a shiver as I lay behind the  wall
But I cant stay much longer as I hear the fallen call.

Shadows cast by the setting sun another days work is done
Close my eyes but I can't sleep through the long cold night

I feel the light burning in my eyes as I gaze at the distant sky
All around me I can see the northern lights.

Northern Lights

Potrei sbagliarmi
Potrei ricordare male però 
Queste cose le ho già viste 
(le ho già viste) lo so 

Se non vado errato
Son passato varie volte qua
Una musica nota 
Mi suona sconosciuta 

Anche tu straniera del giorno
Amica della notte
Mi confondi coi tuoi mille volti
E il tuo profumo 

Sogno/realtà 
Dimmi tu che differenza 
(che differenza) fa
Una parte di me
Ha bisogno (bisogno) di te 

I miei occhi
Sfumature del cielo scrutano
È proprio vero o no 

La terra umida
Che tocco con le mie mani 
Ci sarà ci sarà domani 

Anche tu amica del giorno
Straniera della notte
Mi confondi coi tuoi mille volti
E il tuo profumo 

Sogno/realtà 
Come pagine di un libro
Letto per metà
Una parte di me
Ha bisogno (bisogno) di te 

Sogno/realtà 
Dimmi tu che differenza 
(che differenza) fa
Una parte di me
Ha bisogno (bisogno) di te


Copyright 2023 All Rights Reserved

Sogno

© Joe Liberty 2023. All rights reserved.

TurnYouOnLoveBomb

On a cool clear summer night
Someone said to me
Try a little of this my friend
And set your spirit free

Stopped and thought about it
For a second maybe two
And said ah what the hell now
What’ve I got to lose
And they said

Sit on back now and enjoy the show
Let me turn you

On… love bomb
Turn you on…
To loving
Yea

Break

You are the centre
The beginning and the end
This place in time will never be again
May you live forever in love

Break

Now I’m riding down the highway
Feeling oh so fine
And in part I owe it to the one that turned me on that time
So if you’re feeling lucky, keen to learn a thing or two
You know I’m more than happy to do the same for you

Just sit on back now and enjoy the show
Let me turn you

On… love bomb
Turn you on…
To loving
To loving

Well alright
You got it
Let’s go 
Now

TurnYouOnLoveBomb

So this was going to be a nineties throwback petshop boys style piece. I could never get it right, it's such a nihilistic piece. This is a very rough version, two takes on the piano, and a few takes on the vocal.

Let’s go, just you and I, 
while the world still dreams below the starry sky
Down the lonely street into an empty town 
From our mindless sleep on to Hallowed ground

I always thought there would be time
but i watched it slip away before my eyes
Yet we had time for our goodbyes
Looking out, at the edge of the demise

Without you here, what would I be?
Within your arms, you comfort me
You keep me close, 
you set me free!

It doesn’t end with a whimper or a bang, 
We just slowly fade to black from where we came
It doesn’t end in flood or fire,
It all just simply falls to our desire

will there ever be another?

A Love Song From The End Of The World

A collaboration with Steve’s Planet… his vocal, harmonica and guitar… my drums, percussion and bass guitar… hope you enjoy!!!

Working Guy-Steve’s Planet/ K2 and the Three

DO I HAVE THE WORDS
AS A MAGIC POTION
TO TRY AND HEAL THE WORLD
WHAT A SILLY QUESTION
ME I
FEED THE BIRDS
PROVIDE THEM WITH SEEDS
ON THE GROUND
OR IN THE REEDS
I DO
I DO

DREAMING MIGHT BE HEARD
AS THE ONE SOLUTION
BUT FEEDING THE BIRDS
IS ANOTHER OPTION
YOU TRY
THEN YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS AROUND
IN THE MEANTIME IT’S MY ROUND
HMM 
HMM

FEED THE BIRDS MAN
FEED THE BIRDS
AND ALL YOUR PROBLEMS WILL BE SOLVED
HEAL THE WORLD LOVE
BEND THE CURVE
FEED AN  EAGLE OR A DOVE


PICK UP ANY TREE
ADORN IT WITH A FEEDER
AND SOON YOU WILL SEE
BIRDIES OF A FEATHER
DROP BY
IN THE SUN OR IN THE SNOW
AND THAT’S ALL  YOU HAVE TO KNOW
BY NOW

FEED THE BIRDS MAN
FEED THE BIRDS
AND ALL YOUR PROBLEMS WILL BE SOLVED
HEAL THE WORLD LOVE
BEND THE CURVE
FEED THE ANGELS FROM ABOVE

FEED THE BIRDS (Lyrics)

After a gorgeous Easter long weekend here, my thoughts have turned to summer. Not quite there yet, but enough warmth to think of gardens, colour and...the arrival of ominous smog and haze of urban centers. I relocated from the urban sprawl of what we called "The Big Smoke" of the Toronto area.  I think, the threat of air pollution, especially in the sweltering heat of summer, always makes me mindful of the thin line and tipping point (1.5 degrees C) of global warming. The summer of 2023 left much of North America reeling from the haze of smoke from hundreds of wildfires in Canada's north.Wearing masks to protect, not from Covid, from PM (particulate Matter of 2.5 in Ontario! Toronto was the worst for particulate matter in the world in June 2023)
Available for free ($0.00)download - track 10 on the Wigmore Allen Gibbons album - Nothing Special (Left Behind)  - found here : https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Haze
    I love the haze of summer … ah
    1) Short path to the shore
    Secret place, we’ve been before
    A little piece of heaven no one knows
    Quiet time for you and me
    On the beach near to the sea
    A little piece of heaven no one knows
    Ooh – ah…This where the buck stops (x4)
    EVERYBODY’S DREAMING…OF MORE SUNNY DAYS
    BUT CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE STEAMING …IN THE HAZE?
    2) How long can it last
    Relegated to the past
    Something once forgotten never found
    Just take a little care
    I want to feel it’s always there
    Something once forgotten never found
    Ooh – ah    (x12) 
    (INST)  
    (CHORUS)
    3) Warm days, running dry
    Changing times, a leaden sky
    Is there a piece of heaven no one knows?
    Radiation, in the sand       
    A lasting legend, to our land     
    Is there a piece of heaven no one knows?
    Ha…ya…ya…ze!  (x3)
    (CHORUS)
    I loved the haze of summer …

Wigmore: percussion, synths, production
Allen:       lyrics, vocals, bass, guitars
Gibbons: lyrics, lead vocals
(HRH:       additional lyrics)

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