Some wonderful chord flavors and changeups. Superb playing and production throughout.

This has a real Sting quality to it in the lyric and vocals. Some very pleasant surprises in this one.

Great composition, songwriting and performance! Really nice work!

Excellent song with outstanding vocals! Love it!

A bit of fun with an Epiphone SG

Trivia:

Mommia was a brown pigment literally made by grinding down Egyptian mummies.

Carmine (Cochineal, E120) was used by the Aztecs and Incas and made by crushing beetles from the prickly pear cactus. Turner used it for brilliant reds despite warnings it would fade. Some of the greys in his paintings were once red. Since used in food and lipstick.

Lead white is a beautiful paint if you can get it and also bad evil toxic.

Mommia Carmine Lead

“Rant in D Minor”

Another song
Another lyric
Another generic hit
For others to mimic

Another film
Another director
With the hero’s vision
Of a tenured lector

Another painter
Another painting
Some colored canvas
For the cognoscenti

Another book
Another author
Who writes on life
With uninspired tender

But what’s it for?
What’s the purpose?
When modern art
Is modern circus

With truth so piddling,
Who’s even listening?

But the critics write
And the masses follow
And if you want more
Just wait for tomorrow

If art is dead
In pop’s holocaust
Then we’re only playing
So let’s give up the ghost

Another day
Another dollar
Another year
And you’ll feel even smaller

Another election
Another issue
Another politician
And this one lies, too

Another war
Another enemy
This one’s small
But, hey, there are many

Another purchase
Another thing
To add to the collection 
Of your other things

But what’s it toward?
And does it serve our purpose
When modern life
Just makes us nervous

Show me the living
The more-than-existing

But the papers print
And the money follows
And if you want change
Don’t dream of tomorrow

If truth is dead
Where’s your Pentecost?
Still we’re only playing
So let’s give up the ghost

They wake you in the morning
When you’ll live it all again
But what they never tell you
Is that history’s at its end
We’re no longer building up
We’re only filling out
The hearth has cracked
And we can’t heal it with clout
Lars pilfer from the temples
Celebrities preach from the stands
And everyone lives life like it’s normal
But I just can’t understand

What’s it for?
What’s the purpose?
When the modern dream’s
Expanded social services?

Are our dreams so middling
That now they’re crippling?

But the alarms they ring
And asleep we follow
And it you want the good life
Don’t wake up tomorrow

If life is vain
Then it has no cost
And we’re only playing
So let’s give up the ghost

But we’ll keep playing
At our hollowed customs
Like children playing
A game of twiddly-thumbs

Without even winning
Keep on spinning

And we’ll keep playing
So to feed the markets
Like desperate farmers
In barren gardens

But if truth is dead
And life’s a toss
Why’re we still playing
Let’s give up the ghost
give up the ghost
give up the ghost

- - -
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

Rant in D Minor

Into the Woods

Matthew Mantell - lyrics, composition, guitar, vocals
James Donahue - bass, zithers, auxiliary/utility, BGV, production
Nick Falk - drums

Rain - Matthew Mantell

Lazy Head On A Sea Bed

Tender Touch

Music composed to accompany a video showing >100 photographs of the same view taken over the course of a year.  Third in the series.
For video, see https://youtu.be/tEuRxZBihBU

Walk Through a Pandemic #3

Another journey into the cosmos of experimental sounds
Thanks to my fellow guide and collaborator  @tea_are_sea  
Terry is a master of his craft. He is responsible for just about all the melodic elements and interplay of this piece. A real honor and pleasure to work with

We hope you enjoy!

just a tiny infinity - Tea Are Sea Collaboration

The Victims of Sir Bigglyboggyboo

ANCESTORS inspired by a conversation with Mabel Bravo (Machu Picchu) director’s cut

i stepped into the warm night summer air
i saw her then and there
she had a jasmine blossom in her hair
and she was floating in the air

she whispered something in my ear
nothing is real nothing is true
there's absolutely nothing you can do
Enjoy the ride, it's over sooner than you think..

i saw my death off to my left and it looked like a spider.
i'd seen it before but then it looked like a door
and before that it looked like a raven.
and then sometimes it just looks like a shadow.

the raven was white and in flight at my left headed west.
the country was lush and rough
lava, pine trees, and springwater.

a magical place.

Dreamscape

Singer, instrumentalist, writer, composer, arranger, recordist, producer of music of all sorts.

Rain - Matthew Mantell

tonehive

Recent comments

Orlando51

RuBanBand

Craig T Elliott

Marc Tomás

Related tracks