@user-138663860: Hey Sandy thank you for dropping by - and yes - if we think it's bad now we need to fear for future generations who will live in a world where the ultimate democratic freedom has become the ultimate cultural oppression - where everyone has the right to everything, except to express an opinion - because that may offend someone else's "rights".  Where liberal democracy means exactly the same thing as state sponsored dictatorial one-party terror.  God help us.

Love your voice on this Peter...somewhere between calm reflection and spitting/striking out...great song title too!!!

Another awesome composition. What a wonderful and fucked up (excuse me) intelligent criticism full of the feeling that people with a certain intelligence suffer and what a sad mirror where my country is also reflected. Yes Peter, my country too...

Lovely guitar, performance and wonderful lyrics. 😊🎶

From lyrics to delivery, this rips your guts out.  Mission accomplished.

Sure enjoyed this tune and your comments-- sad state of affairs it seems !!

Drawn here by the sequel, a beautiful lament for a country that never really existed.

What a deep humility I feel in the face of this song. I think I need to let it sink in. So beautiful...so.....wonderful.....

Oh Peter I hear and ache with you as you lament the passing of your cherished Jerusalem, and I fully excuse you.  It’s sad, but I think it’s so.  I look from afar, but I say as goes (went) Europe, so now goes England.  Yes some, even on these pages, recite concern, but I just don’t see enough of a rebellious spirit stirring in your parts.  We’ve got the passion here, and it’s strong, but so feared & hated that eventual disruption is inevitable.

Live performance of this song available on youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZYzcQ69Fic
Mastered by Woods Studio Free Mixing and Mastering. Check them out here on Soundcloud - https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio
Entire song performed on a Roland Jupiter 80 keyboard #endorsement. Written and performed by Mike Molino. 
It still can be done
It still can be won
I'm not the only one who believes son
Take this it was mine
for such a long time
be at your best never question your own mind
if I fall always carry this proudly I did it for you and now that they found me 
I really should go but I'm here to stay to see it all through all of the way
am I out of my head now? 
am I better off dead now? 
am I a liar trying to be who I'm not just like you
running in circles
filling in deep holes
against a tide that abides to no strongholds 
final retreat to where I can meet you 
I will survive its a lie I still need you
so truth be told
the truth is bold
my truth is sold
engrossed in gold
no one will know how far I'll go to win my last attack against the rats
am I out of my head now
am I better off dead now
am I liar trying to be who I'm not just like you
am I out of my head now
am I better off dead now
am I out of my head now
am I better off dead now
am I liar trying to believe that I'm not just like you

in late December 2015 my father-in-law was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and moved in with me, my wife and 3 children. For the next 15 months I witnessed a man fight like I've never seen a man fight before. With all odds against him, doctors telling him he had weeks to live, he pressed on and proved them wrong. I wrote this song during that time that he lived with us. I look back now and realize how much I admired his perseverance, his will to live, his belief that he would beat it "when I'm done with this cancer" he'd say. I didn't realize that this song was about that until after he passed in March of 2017. That's what I love most about writing music. We miss you Rick!

notJustLikeyou

Caverne

An old one from the 90s, the vocals are embedded unfortunately....

Orbiting Freakshow Orchestra

Where Angels Sing (1999)

'18-30 From Euston to Glasgow' Is a Jazz Fusion track and collaboration with 
Alan Hamilton, Composition, keyboards, drum programming, bass
John F Hamilton, Drum/percussion programming, keyboards, composition.  
Georg Boehme. Saxes and sax arrangements.
 Louis Taverna, Guitars.
A massive thank you to everyone involved for just some incredible playing. John shared the writing and production.

18-30 From Euston to Glasgow

18-30 From Euston To Glasgow (Feat. John Hamilton, Georg Boehme, Louis Taverna)

Do what makes YOU happy without hurting yourself or others

Moss on my Stones

Moss On My Stones

Always Something There To Remind Me

Music: written and performed by Fred Mulder
Lyrics: written and performed by Special Cecilia

All rights reserved Fred Mulder 2022
All rights reserved Special Cecilia 2022




..No more wars for our children..

The Signal Mechanical

The Future Of Our Children.Through The Eyes  Of An Angel

The Future Of Our Children /\ Through The Eyes Of An Angel. **FREM and Special Cecilia

a happy one :))
those childhood deep rooted memories that come with you through life
first improv lyrics below, as requested

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o sydenham you are still
somewhere
in my soul
pavements where the grass was
pokin' through the cracks
o sydenham
you are some...where in my soul
back there
in between
the green and the blue
just for a moment
i feel brand new

o sydenham you are 
somewhere in my soul
somewhere in between the dock
and the airport
and the shipyard wall

(o sydenham you are 
still there some..where
in my soul

and sometimes at night
my dreams can still take flight
in the blue air
up there)

o holy sydenham
you were
the beginning of it all

this mayfly may arise
just for a little while
this mayfly may feel
in between the seconds and the hours
this mayfly can breathe
this mayfly may sing
may this mayfly never know
just what tomorrow brings

rest your eyes
just a little while
ease your troubles
somewhere back there
in between
the blue and the green
again

o sydenham you are some...where still there in my soul
and for-ev-er may you BE
o sydenham you are somewhere in my soul
and will forever be

you will always be you will always be
you will always be you will always be

you
will
al
ways
be
a
lit
tle
part
of
me

you
will
always
be
a
lttle
part
of
me

you
will
always
be
a

lttle

part
of


me)

o sydenham, you are some...where in my soul

I live in a country where, for example:

•	A new “animal welfare” bill will ensure that around 100 million sentient animals each year will suffer extreme, prolonged trauma and pain as they are slaughtered without having first been stunned.  This is in order to respect minority religious beliefs.
•	Male convicted child abusers and rapists who decide to “identify as a woman” have the right to serve their sentences in women-only prisons so that their rights are not compromised.
•	The desperate, hysterical craving for universal “equality” manifests itself in obscene levels of positive discrimination to deliver race / gender etc "quotas".
•	Ransoms of hundreds of millions of pounds are paid to crass despotic theocracies to release hostages – money that will fund the development of nuclear programmes that those state-agents of god intend to deploy for the obliteration of neighbouring countries and their cultures.
•	A high ranking female politician declines the invitation to define what a woman is, for fear of “being dragged down a rabbit hole”.
•	Police and local government services turn a blind eye to industrial scale sexual abuse of vulnerable young girls to avoid stirring racial tensions.
•	It is decreed that if we can’t buy our oil from a thief we may as well buy it from a murderer as pumping our own plentiful supplies locally may offend environmentalists.
•	Ad infinitum.

The country I live in used to be called England.

Last night I read her the last rights, sang her this little poem I made up for her and cradled her as she slipped fitfully away.

I didn’t bother to mark the grave.
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The Cold Blooded Murder Of Albion

Whisper, sweet love,
Did you feel any hurt,
As they hacked at your heart
With their blunt knives of dirt?
Love of my life!
Did you feel any pain?
As they raised up their rocks
To stone your brain.

The true paragon of fair
Balanced and just.
Slain by dogmas of air
Lunatic liberal lust.
I’ll lullaby your dead heart
That pulmonary shocks can’t restart
We’re history consigned,
To bedlam resigned.
But I’d rather rot dead
Than wake in a contemporary bed
Of moral principle smoothies
In a world that eschews me.
Hush, don’t make a fuss, there’s no need to discuss
Spinning whirlpools of statuesque dust
All relics of pride, I’ve laid delicately aside
In simple disgust.

The Cold Blooded Murder Of Albion

There's Lizzards on the walls in my hotel, it's hot as hell and it don't smell like my home town.
There's strangers in the halls, and the Punjab calls
while children laugh out loud without regard or regret

Ensconced in cotton course and white
the Charpois wait for another night
and the jet is on the runway, waiting for the northern flight
and Kashmir waits with open arms and mountains bright.

There's Lizzards on the walls of my hotel
Theres loaded Tongas on the teeming street that's lined with open stalls of spice and fruit and brass and salt and hanging meat.

There's Lizzards on the walls
Marigolds strung on strings wrapped around all kind of things.
Beggers on the street with broken arms and legs and feet, still smiling as they reach through diesel fumes and swarms of flys and eyes that stare longingly for some relief.

The Privileged life it dawns on me i didn't see till then and there
where a thousand stare in disbelief 
Humbled like a thief before the judge.

There's Lizzards on the Walls(a distant memory)

i'd love to hear a reggae remix...dubbbbbbed!   !         !        !

another sKeLEtal production job and an improv on the malleable words :)
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dark streets
hold their secrets
get their teeth in
to your soul

dark streets
try to clean them
or heal them
fill the bullet holes

dark streets
we're here inside them
the hearths and hysterics
memories that we cherish

dark streets
they turn you to stone
they set you on fire
they'll lead you on
home

dark streets
we're here inside them
the hearts and the hysterics
the madness and the mayhem

The Cold Blooded Murder Of Albion

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