i love it. thank's for also liking my song Don't leave me now earlier, i just followed you,please revisit my page. thanks again

in gasoline with the Embers around , Hell is a horrible place, God is One, and He is the Only One worthy to be worshiped. One may wish the world will now if not sooner wake up, but how can the dead herald to any call?

like the imagery of floating above embers-watching something burning in front of you -like saying goodbye to something bad

So many of your lyrics getting me clapping, Eric! I love that magical essence that you are so soulfully gifted with!  Honey, you can strum for me any time! ;)

Some great songs from some Fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

AB Playlist 069 Part 2

Cottage by the sea

we all have vices, are yours under control?

AT THE END OF THE DAY

Vices

'I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN'
Written, Performed & Produced by Andrew Borderick 
Copyright 2017 AB MUSIC
Re-Mastered by Andrew Borderick OCT 2020
(link to The World Tour)
youtu.be/0pd4btXoM_4?si=hRhSQH4HaALnJ5J6

I FOUND A, LIGHT FOR THE FUTURE
AND I, FEEL LIKE I'M IN TUNE
AND THERE'S, NO WAY OF GOING BACK
TO A, SONG THAT FEELS ALONE

I.....     I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN
WHY.....  BECAUSE YOU'RE HERE WITH ME

REMEMBER, COUNTLESS DAYS AND EMPTY NIGHTS
AND NO, SHADOW OF MY OWN
NOW I, WANT TO SING FOREVER
NOW THE, WRECKING BALL IS GONE

I.....     I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN
WHY.....   BECAUSE YOU'RE HERE WITH ME
I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN

I FEEL THE LOVE....., I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN
I FEEL THE LOVE......, I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN

NOW I, WANT TO LIVE FOREVER
SOME SAY, THAT'S A FUZZY THOUGHT
SO THEN, I WILL KEEP ON DREAMING
FOREVER, KEEP ON WRITING SONG'S

I....   I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN
WHY.....   BECAUSE YOU'RE HERE WITH ME
I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN

(BREAK)

I..... WHY..... I..... FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN
I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN

I FOUND A, LIGHT FOR THE FUTURE
AND I, FEEL LIKE I'M IN TUNE
AND THERE'S, NO WAY OF GOING BACK
TO A, SONG THAT FEELS ALONE

I.....   I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN
WHY.....  BECAUSE YOU'RE HERE WITH ME
I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN X3

I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN

I FEEL THE LOVE AGAIN (see info for 'The World Tour' video)

Texte Français et Google traduction

Ils sont près de l'enfer et trop loin de nos coeurs,
Que nos humbles prières ont une drôle d'odeur.
Toutes nos insuffisances, au fond des grands déserts,
Le manque de pitance qui leur fait la misère.
Les chefs du monde entier qui savent faire l'école,
En se laissant menés par les blanchis du col
Nous font de beaux discours, rabâchant des leçons,
Oubliant tous ces cours dans leurs récréations.

Mais la terre est ronde elle n'a pas de bout,
Elle veut que ce monde est à eux, comme à nous.
 
De tous ces pieux refrains, sous leurs mines tragiques,
Plus rien le lendemain, on connaît la musique.
Partager un pays, pour rendre des vies meilleures,
C'est une vue de l'esprit, sans en voir la couleur.
Que faudra-t'il attendre, rébellion ou menace?
Qu'on vienne un jour nous prendre, notre si chaude place.
Nos piteux grabataires, aux abris stratégiques,
Nous mettront dans la guerre, pour une question de fric.
 
Car la terre est ronde elle n'a pas de bout,
Elle veut que ce monde est à eux, comme à nous.
 
Un peuple se révolte, pas d'oubli de leçons,
Les colères se transportent, quand on ne dit que non.
Gardons bien en mémoire que des êtres humains,
Peuvent avoir la victoire, d'un pouvoir qui les tient.
 
Car la terre est ronde elle n'a pas de bout,
Elle veut que ce monde est à eux, comme à nous.

BUT EARTH IS ROUND

They are near hell and too far from our hearts,
May our humble prayers have a strange smell.
All our inadequacies, in the depths of the great deserts,
The lack of food that makes them misery.
The leaders of the whole world who know how to do school,
By being led by the whitening of the collar
We make nice speeches, rehearsing lessons,
Forgetting all these courses in their recess.

But the earth is round she has no end,
She wants this world to be theirs, as ours.

Of all these pious choruses, under their tragic mines,
Nothing else the next day, we know the music.
Share a country, to make lives better,
It is a sight of the mind, without seeing the color.
What will it take, rebellion or threat?
Come one day to take us, our hot place.
Our pitiful bedridden, in strategic shelters,
We will put in the war, for a question of money.

Because the earth is round it has no end,
She wants this world to be theirs, as ours.

A people revolts, not forgotten lessons,
Anger is transported when one says no.
Keep in mind that human beings,
Can have the victory of a power that holds them.

Because the earth is round it has no end,
She wants this world to be theirs, as ours.

LA TERRE EST RONDE (Naître du bon côté)

Just making my way through purgatory
I've been asked to put up the lyrics for this one - Enjoy.... 

Don't think I'm gonna wake up - so babe you shouldn't stay. This bedside's seen its better days and all I know - is in the distance - I can see a burning light and i reach out for the embers - and to the warmth i hold on tight 
And I'll be on my way....... Follow the voices down the pathway - aching hearts are all abound - And my feet barely touch the ground
I'm floating on a wind....... That takes me to the in between - where my soul will ever last - there ain't no coming back from this....

Don't think i should have said no - when he reached out for my hand - i should have followed his demands - cause all i know - is I'm forever drowning - in a pool of gasoline - with the embers all around me - the imps and clowns all at my feet -
I guess I'm on my way........ - I'm chasing Angels in the distance - aching souls are all abound - and my feet barely touch the ground
I'm floating on a wind......... - that takes me to the in between - where my soul will ever last - there ain't no coming back from this

I'm no one in this wasteland - the thing that I've become - feels like the corpse you're looking down on and all i know - is in the distance - i can see a burning light - and i fight off all the embers - woman i fight to see the light 
I guess I'm on my way...... I'm just not sure where I'm going - the ashen breeze keeps on blowing - and my feet barely touch the ground 
I'm floating on a wind..... - it pushes 
 through the in between - where my soul will ever last - there ain't no coming back from this

Don't think I'm gonna wake up - so babe you shouldn't stay - this bedside's seen its better days

“The Embers”

Para Lia - Hawk Hill

+ Bandcamp: https://paralia.bandcamp.com/track/hawk-hill
+ Spotify: spotify:track:1FOqWHvfn0zchqsLBQXmmB

Watch the music video on Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiplJ-eh2W8

Follow Para Lia on:
https://www.facebook.com/paraliamusic/
https://www.instagram.com/paralia.music/
https://twitter.com/para_lia_band
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCNABsfHKaCDk28fOj91Dc1g

words and music by René Methner, Copyright 2019
mix and production: René Methner
mastering: Thomas Heimann-Trosien, TurnstyleMastering, Berlin
cover art: Phillip E. DAoust
Thank you so much Kevin (Mr. Cagey), Fady (Mr. The sporz), Tim (Three Photons) and JJ (Subject To Revision) for giving feedback to the song when the work was in progress!  

lyrics:

strolling down the street i knew so well
when i was a boy and made my way to
school

and the school was closed long time ago
because bleeding us dry nowadays seems to be
cool

we create new dead end towns

goodbye hawk hill lane
i don't miss you
goodbye hawk hill lane
don't let it get you

young people turned their backs on that one way street
and all the factories are rotten but you built a new town
hall

and the color of the town slowly turned into a grey
like the face of a forgotten but the cemetry is pretty
green

a field of broken dreams

goodbye hawk hill lane
i don't miss you
goodbye hawk hill lane
don't let it get you

goodbye hawk hill lane
i don't miss you
goodbye hawk hill lane
you know i still love you
don't let it get you

Hawk Hill

Demo Tracks fps 913

New Life In My Hometown

2019
Full album: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrJpSfVhb…&feature=youtu.be

Vernulsya

A 12-tone composition for piano and oboe - hope you enjoy!

The Wrong Birds

I'm Always Watching Me

Now available in all digital stores:
iTunes:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/flying-in-the-dream/1509262899
Free listening on Spotify and YT Music (removed from SC)
Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/4QCtoxkxVtBDYJSoJi4bSj
YT Music:
https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_mF15v_U9hJoVv07vk6sfIo72ljSwDQzbg
Amazon music:
https://music.amazon.com/albums/B087D75T6F
Amazon store:
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B087D75T6F

The album track list:
1. Don't Say Goodbye
2. Returning
3. Illusion
4. Out of This World
5. Flying in the Dream
6. River of Life
7. Another Memory
8. Circle of Loneliness
9. To Be Young Forever
10. The Whole Life
11. Rise Again
12. Carol of the Bells - Winter Lullaby
13. A Letter from the Past
14. Mama
15. Eternal Love

Special thanks to Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans) for remastering each of the tracks!

Flying In The Dream - Preview (The new album 2020 is now available)

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

Achterbahn des Lebens - Jasmin M. 
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Written by Jasmin M.
Vox: Jasmin & Jonathan & Anna M. 
Jasmin M. 
All rights reserved
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Thx for listening & your support

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Achterbahn des Lebens - Jasmin M.

Blues Dub For Ian ---- Grooveclowd with Venus Abalero

Cold Winds In Empty Spaces

What's holding you back? Is it a glass ceiling? Is it pay inequity? Is it the racial divide? Lack of equal opportunity? Policing? The list is considerable. Choose an issue and get involved. Start in your small corner and, without meaning to sound too trite, “Be the Change...”  Now, not in some future sometime.
Though light-hearted and whimsical in appearance, the core of this muse is a deep-rooted desire for change. Now is the time? In the middle of a pandemic?  Why not? 
T


Lyrics:
Ah- oh....Chim i chim i changa...ah-ooh..(and other representational/nonsensical utterances alluding to ideas political, social, historical, and economic - current protests for a better world etc.) 

I want to see the world as more than a place that I can endure 
A place where I can send some roots down 
I want to take a long walk off a short pier 
Enjoy the ice that I found in my beer. 
And I want to see it now, 
I want to see it now, 
I don't want to wait forever, 
I just want to see it now - 
Right now, right now, 

(Chorus) 
TAKE OFF YOUR CHAINS, I WANNA TAKE OFF YOUR CHAINS 
I WANNA TAKE THOSE CHAINS A RIGHT OFF NOW (repeat) 

Instrumental...(drums and bass...pounding the chains, struggling for freedom) 
(grunting and groaning vocalisations representing human struggles to be free of encumbrances) 

I want to see the world as more than a place that I can endure 
(I want to be set free, so free) 
A place where I can send some roots down 
I want to take a long walk off a short pier 
Enjoy the ice I found in my beer. (Moosehead beer!..Terry's fav :) 
And I want to see it now, 
(I want to be set free, right now) 
I want to see it now, 
I don't want to wait forever, 
I just want to see it now - 
Right now, right now, right now - 
(Chorus) 


If you got the chains on...go on then, give us a rattle!!!
If you haven't...then ya'll just have to listen to the rest of us :-)

Wigmore: lyrics, music, guitar, lead and backing vocals, production
Allen:       bass,  additional backing vocals 
Gibbons:  additional guitar

Storming the Shores of Democracy

(Take Off Those)Chains

This is the 2nd composition in my ongoing collaboration with artist and photographer Helena Whitten.

Helena uses the technique of slow-shutter exposure to capture the beauty and fragility of life in unexpected places. In her own words, "When the shutter on a camera is left open, there is the opportunity to capture a substantial segment of time. The action is then trapped in a two-dimensional image and can be viewed in its entirety, in an instant. The shutter rises like the curtain on a stage. A drama is played out and then the curtain falls. In that time, I see an opportunity to tell a story."

"The events and figures are almost living and breathing, they want to persist in the present and into the future. But the paradox of slow-shutter work is that these figures, with their disappearing arms, legs and heads, inescapably become ethereal and ghostlike, barely there and slipping away.

This photograph was taken at Poltimore House and is titled, "Forgotten".

To see more of Helena's stunning photography and our collaboration, follow our Instagram accounts:

www.instagram.com/helewhitty/
www.instagram.com/giftsfromcrows/

The Empty Mirror

Hello Soundcloud, thanks for the Listens, Likes and Support. Im from Melbourne Australia, I have been playing guitar for many years now and played in two bands during the 80's & 90's (STOLEN CAR original) & (STORM cover),both bands never released any material. Since 2010 i have been writing songs and tunes and recording them in my music room (3rd Bedroom), i play Guitar, Bass, Keys, BFD2 Drums(programmed)and Vocals on all of my songs which i class as Demo's, I love all types of music but Hard Rock, Rock to Alternative appeals to me most.
ALL SONGS POSTED ARE SUBJECT TO COPYRIGHT.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY THE OWNER.
Thanks again to everyone listening out there in the world, always looking forward to new material on Soundcloud,
Character Picture By, Rianna Borderick 2017
All artwork by Andrew Borderick
CONTACT : andrew@netec.com.au
Regards 
Andrew Borderick. (March 2017)

-Boston Area storytelling.  Remember you are only a true artist if you recognize the genius in somebody's else's work. Keep your ears open there is genius all around us.

“The Embers”

Eric Festa

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