A twist on the 'Appearance Medicine' phrase.

APPEARANCE MEDICINE

Tripping round some corridors
Nothing but neon lights
Floor polish and hidden voices
There you are before my eyes
It’s appearance medicine
Like a hormone injects in a vein
It’s appearance medicine
A face that lights a flame
S O B and tachy heart when lightning seeds a body start
That jumps a gate to permeate my actual need 
For you with me - today

This hospital’s a restaurant
Medicine is the menu
God’s own surgeon shaped the face
That walks me to the moon
It’s appearance medicine . . .

Ah-huh Ah Huh da da da da da da da da
It’s appearance medicine
It’s appearance medicine

Everyday it’s much the same
Going on that ward round
Floor polish and hidden voices
Soon my heart it’s on the pound





Appearance Medicine

an open collaboration with Remnant60 
guitars/percussions  Remnant60 - Sitar Walker 

Dreams in Amber , an open collab edit with Remnant60 SITAR EDIT

Haven’t been on the cloud much lately. Been travelling across the southern Australian coastline, to the beautiful and remote Kangaroo Island. Its beauty seemed strangely juxtaposed to the horrors going on elsewhere. The contrast can wreak havoc with your moods!

Haunting Moods of Change

Bealtaine is one of the four major Irish Celtic annual festivals along with Samhain, Imbolc and Lughnasa. It signifies the return of the light and widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man, 
Although May was heralded with joy, an element of the magical lay behind the merriments, with protection against unseen forces given an urgency at this time.
There were curious beliefs around housework in May. It was considered unlucky to dust the house and believed unlucky to get married in May. It was considered unlucky to dig, bathe, whitewash or sail on May Day. Not hearing the cuckoo in the month of May meant certain death for the non-hearer!
 In Ireland, a tree or bush was decorated with ribbons or shells near an individual house. It was usually white thorn, the most potent of faery trees which flowers in May, which paradoxically is considered very unlucky if brought indoors. A green bough hung over the door, woven from sycamore, was also believed to bring good luck.

Bealtaine ( May )

Bealtaine ( May)

Power Bomb

Originally recorded as an acoustic song and released in my Acoustic Sky Sessions in August 22. 
This time again we invited the incredible vocals of Nat Daniels to do yet another vocal duet with me backed up by  Mike Fox on backing vocals. 
Mike as played & produced the track as on all of the This Sound Society material. When we are ready we will pick ten of the best and hopefully release an album. 
No rush as Rome wasn’t build in a day and we wasn’t on that job either. 
In the words of Mike :
What I really love about this is it's short and to the point !
We blast in , rock it up for 3 and a half minutes , and before
you know it we're gone , job done , thank you very much !
The idea is based on the male voice expressing his strengths & weaknesses and the female voice answering and how she deals with it and sees him through it.
Massive thanks to Mike for his hard work as always and super skills. Always inspiring, enthusiastic and a believer in the ideas. 
Nat for always being ready to oblige with that  fantastic vibe she brings to match her gorgeous vocals. An energy & voice that never fails to deliver. 
This Sound Society gives you …….

And for all the above ( Brownie /Fox & Daniels) 


V1
I’m strong because I’ve been weak
(Ive wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks)
I’m fearless because I’ve been afraid 
(Your not religious but I know you’ve prayed) 


Bridge
My river cuts through a rock
My persistence never stops 
So take me for who I am 
I will always be this man

And for all the above x2 

That’s why I need your love x2


V2             
I Wear my confidence with total pride
(He won’t be silenced and I will not hide)
Our eyes can speak louder than our words
(One blink and he will never be deterred )


Finish on Chorus

And For All The Above-This Sound Society

The plan is to upload a new track in around a week...Many thanks for all streamings, likes, support...

HOW TO APPROACH A LARGE BONFIRE

When the railway runs along the coast, right beside the sea, there are many tunnels. Sometimes they’re so narrow that two tracks must draw near to one another to pass through. That’s how a strange love story begins between them.
This is a song I wrote around the year 2000, one of my last. I think it has a good mood. I’ve remixed and partially rearranged it.
You can still hear the warm tone of the Washburn, along with the old Yamaha’s sounds (including the flute). The sax — reworked by me  — is kindly provided by Dropgun Samples.
Still, as always, everything is very handcrafted.

Below is the English translation of the lyrics.

They converged at the tunnel’s mouth,
suddenly parallel —
twins of the railway.
They looked at each other, studied each other,
just enough
to not quite grasp
how much the one beside you knows of you.
They hesitated, thinking of the road behind:
companions in adventure,
but now unsure why.
And then they stared at the night gaping inside the tunnel:
a magnificent promise
to be traveled on the thread of fantasy.

“Inside this darkness, maybe we will never part,
under this shadow, maybe you’ll finally know me,
after this night, who knows where you’ll fall asleep —
perhaps closer to the sea…”

They parted at the tunnel’s edge,
but a narrow wall concealed a silence
charged with jealousy,
shaped like fear — fear of that strange kind of courtesy,
fear of the light,
fear of the end of the tunnel.
“Parallel track,
mirror born of the railway,
traitorous twin,
lover made of parody.
Don’t tell me that
after this darkness we’ll never part,
that under this shadow you’ll finally touch me,
that after this night, who knows where you’ll take me —
perhaps down by the sea…”

And at the end of that masterpiece of engineering,
only one of them
came rushing out of the tunnel;
on instinct, he turned and saw
that the sea was beside him,
and under the sea, the sky,
and beneath the sky — who knows what lies...

“After this darkness, surely we will never part,
inside this shadow, surely you’ll let go,
after this night, I cannot say where you’ll fall asleep —
perhaps closer to the sea…”

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Confluirono all'ingresso della galleria
improvvisamente paralleli 
gemelli della ferrovia.
Si guardarono, si studiarono quel tanto che
non basta a misurare sino in fondo
quello che hai di fianco cosa sa di te.
Indugiarono, pensarono alla strada dietro di sé:
compagni di avventura,
ma ora non capivano perché.
E poi guardarono la notte spalancata nella galleria:
magnifica promessa
da viaggiare sul filo della fantasia

"dentro questo buio forse noi non ci separeremo mai,
sotto questo scuro tu finalmente mi conoscerai,
dopo questa notte poi non so dire dove ti addormenterai,
forse più vicino al mare ..."

Si congedarono sulla bocca della galleria,
ma parete stretta nasconde silenzio
fatto a carica di gelosia,
fatto a forma di paura di quella stranissima cortesia,
paura della luce
paura della fine della galleria.
"Binario parallelo,
specchio generato dalla ferrovia,
gemello traditore,
amante da parodia.
Non dirmi che 
dopo questo buio noi non ci separaremo mai,
che sotto questo scuro tu finalmente mi toccherai,
che dopo questa notte poi chissà dove mi accompagnerai,
forse giù vicino al mare ..."

E alla fine di quel capolavoro di ingegneria,
di loro uno solo
usciva di corsa dalla galleria;
d'istinto si voltò e vide che
c'era il mare di fianco a sé,
e sotto il mare il cielo,
e sotto il cielo chissa cosa c'è ...

"dopo questo buio certo noi non ci separeremo mai,
dentro questo scuro tu sicuramente ti abbandonerai,
dopo questa notte poi non so dire dove ti addormenterai,
forse più vicino al mare ..."

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Composed by Michele Ansani (1999)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, May 16

Down by the sea [Viaggio di nozze] *

i’m already 
goin’ down
to the end of the story now
wind is blowing
to the end of the story now

come away   come away

time is bending 
drifting down
spin the hourglass all around
pulverize it
spin the hourglass all around

i’m comin’ after 
i’m comin’
i’m unembodied
i’m free

i’m already 
leaving town
train is rounding the mountain now
got my ticket
train is rounding the mountain now

come away   come away
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image from Malcom Shadrach via Unsplash


Quietus

Faces

not for sale!!!!

VIBRATION IS ALL ,
ALL IS VIBRATION ..
https://youtu.be/GAVbHvDF3A8?si=u64N-z2TUBbBtU8q
https://www.youtube.com/@walks.akadannystylusjnr.9346
various musical scratchings . solo or with the occasional friendly guest or three  . Macclesfield . get your ear goggles on !!
I LOVE TO COLLABORATE :-)

AND my favourite self penned songs with THE CHINESE MARBLES  and THE ENERGY NIPPLEZ (on 'here') .. 
i wrote them in various guises , a few bands and some solo ,  .   .
 ALL SONGS AND MUSICAL WANDERINGS ARE WRITTEN BY RJ.WALKER unless it's a cover  or THEY ARE THE RESULT OF COLLABORATION 😎🌟
SITAR and Turkish Saz