In a common work, we all consider together how our little paradise in the infinite space might be lost. Lost to humanity and all other life that exists here, but many species of which are already extinct. Can it really be our serious meaning, that we would rather wage war and continue to lay waste, the only place we have?

Paradise Lost.

Music & e-guitar by Ed C @https://soundcloud.com/westtracksmusic
Supplementary sounds and Clara by Dan-DT @https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3
Lyrics & vocals by Peter @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040
Acoustic guitar by David D @https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Mixing & production by Seagull @https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

    Oh dear God what have we done?
    We suck the frozen coldings from our sullen solitary moon,
    Amplify the brazen boilings of our searing prodigal sun.
    And sway in time to catastrophe's wooden tune:
    We're a human race, that's on the run.

    We had it all, those fabled milky promised lands,
    Bestowed as nature's gifted dowry fair.
    We lifted precious gold and girt of flowery nectar in our hands
    Did cast it freely to the dirt with ne'er a fleeting care,
    As naked, baked and frozen now we stand.

    Long forfeited of the right to resolutely lead and boldly fight
    Stripped of creed we kneel and plead forgiveness of the case.
    Craving of the honest light, we darked the day and spliced the night
    In which this spinning world that lies defiled, desolate, exploited and debased
    Decries of natural justice, just as biblical endings loom in sight.

    No reverse gear, no button for rewind.
    Planetary cycles flip to comical haywire.
    And chaos smiles upon the dross of humankind,
    Shuddering alternate from arctic frost to forest fire.
    Deftly rendered senseless, crippled, deaf and dumb and blind.
    The environmental trust we cast to dust, fair repayment, done in kind,
    No future generations will need our crushing legacy to them remind,
    The penitential moral cost
    Of the Paradise we owned and Lost.

Paradise Lost - Ed C, Dan-DT, Peter, David D & Seagull

dancing between sax and strato melodies  on a sincopated carpet

Proto Melodico

Produced and written by Sarah Paradise-Brown

I see you in the glass
Your eyes are mine
A flicker of hope
In a torn design

One hand reached softly
The other withdraws
I’m bound to your rhythm
Your unspoken laws

Two of me like fire and rain
One self destructs
The other downs the flame
I trace the lines
Of who I cannot be
Forever bound
To two of me

Two of me
Like a tide and the moon
One brings the dusk
The other the bloom

A dancers reflection
A strange symphony
Tangled endlessly dancing
Two of me

Two of me like fire and rain
One self destructs
The other downs the flame
I trace the lines
Of who I cannot be
Forever bound
To two of me

Two of me

In the quiet skies
I hear your softly say
We’re both the same
Don’t turn away
And though we are one
Not two I see
I must embrace 
Two of me
Two of me

Two of me like fire and rain
One self destructs
The other downs the flame
I trace the lines
Of who I cannot be
Forever bound
To two of me

In shadows and sunlight
My story is told
Both sides wrestle
Both young and old
She tells me a secret
That I'll never share
A battle of heart
In the clear cold air

You scatter my dreams
Like leaves in the breeze
Yet promise me warmth
With the voices that freeze
Your laughter creeps in
Through every door
Your silence grips me
Leave me unsure
We dance in the moonlight
Both tied yet free
Bound by your longing 
Your duality

We dance in the moonlight
Both tied yet free
Bound by your longing 
Your duality

2 of Me

Written by James Geer

Blank 34
Is all my screen said
I’m Trying to pull lyrics
Out of my vacant head

Verses and choruses
Nowhere to be found  
Like a blind man in the dark with a blindfold at midnight
I stumble around 

The trees are looking back at me
With as much to say
Even the chickadees 
Are silent today

Silence is golden
So goes the trope
I think My creativity
Has Run off somewhere smoking dope

I could sing the alphabet 
Or count one to ten
Or Wait here impatiently 
Till I don’t know when

There’s nothing to summarize 
Or conclusion to make
I’ll sing you a slice
Of a big nothing cake

Nothing cake

A new composition...something a bit different. My observations, thoughts and feelings about the madness of a tyrannical king.

Lyrics:

The house is burning down, it’s a hell of a sight
Flames dance like shadows, claiming the night
The mad king’s laughter echoes, a notes in the air
He throws a spark at innocence, doesn’t seem to care

All the worlds on fire, and we’re standing in the smoke
While the puppets pull the strings, making money from the choke
A crooked empire built on sorrow and despair
And we watch it all unravel with our heads in the snare

He walks with a swagger, breathing flames with his pride
A dark soul sits beside him, like a ghost in his stride
Petty grievances weigh heavy, like crowns on their heads
While the court jesters cheer on, dancing 'round the dread

And as the city crumbles, what of love and dreams
They’re lost in the ashes, or so it seems
Will we rise from the ruins, can we find what’s true
Or are we all just players in a madman’s view

So, take my hand, my friend, let’s dance through the flames
Find a spark of kindness in this dark, twisted game
We’ll draw our own path through the chaos and the sound
And rise like phoenixes when this madness comes down
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025

The Mad King's Ark

A reload of a song about the passage of time and wondering it you have perhaps let life slide by. Melancholy turned up to 11.
Lyrics
I'm 57 years old now, its hard to believe I know
Where the hell did these years all go?
I hesitate and prevaricate, capitulate and procrastinate
Where the hell does that leave me now

They say that he who hesitates is lost
Well i have found that out and it's to my cost

Standing at the station with one foot on the train
But I step off and watch it roll away
Just watch the lights as they fade away

They say that he who hesitates is lost
Well i've found that out and it's to my cost..

I put off 'til tomorrow what I can do today
But today will soon be yesterday and tomorrow'll be today
So where does that leave me
Well somehow it seems
Between the devil and the deep blue sea....

57 years old now it's hard to believe I know
Where the hell did these years all go?
Where the hell have these years all gone.........?

He Who Hesitates

The second last track of the EP 'Living A Broken Dream', it's hyper emotional and engaging and will SURELY blow your mind! It combines melody with odd time signatures, making it even more unique

LIVING A BROKEN DREAM

Basic Blues Bitch!

Don Quichotte à Dulcinée is a song cycle by Maurice Ravel based on the story of Don Quixote. It was composed between the years of 1932 and 1933. The text was written by the librettist Paul Morand.

Piano by Helen Roberts

Lyrics

Chanson Romanesque

Si vous me disiez que la terre
À tant tourner vous offensa,
Je lui dépêcherais Pança:
Vous la verriez fixe et se taire.

Si vous me disiez que l'ennui
Vous vient du ciel trop fleuri d'astres,
Déchirant les divins cadastres,
Je faucherais d'un coup la nuit.

Si vous me disiez que l'espace
Ainsi vidé ne vous plaît point,
Chevalier dieu, la lance au poing.
J'étoilerais le vent qui passe.

Mais si vous disiez que mon sang
Est plus à moi qu'à vous, ma Dame,
Je blêmirais dessous le blâme
Et je mourrais, vous bénissant.

Ô Dulcinée.

English

Romantic song

Were you to tell that the earth
Offended you with so much turning,
I'd dispatch Panza to deal with it:
You'd see it still and silenced.

Were you to tell me that you are wearied
By a sky too studded with stars -
Tearing the divine order asunder,
I'd scythe the night with a single blow.

Were you to tell me that space itself,
Thus denuded was not to your taste -
As a god-like knight, with lance in hand,
I'd sow the fleeting wind with stars.

But were you to tell me that my blood
Is more mine, my Lady, than your own,
I'd pale at the admonishment
And, blessing you, would die.

O Dulcinea.


Artwork by Zurab Martiashvili

Chanson Romanesque (Don Quichotte à Dulcinée - Maurice Ravel - with Helen Roberts)

There's a sweet mystery that's far from me
Down in Antrim, County Antrim 

I couldn't tell if she's lost her way
Down in Antrim, County Antrim 

She stole my heart away
She left but she'll be back one day

446. county antrim (harding).mp3

came to the next cramp in my leg/gave it a pickle juice swig/that took care of that that cramp/thanks Max/ a million/for that best known secret of a fact/just try it/it works/no more middle night jerks/man that  can hurt/ease up/with a swig of pickle juice/can't say it enough for that my good man

if it works 4 those cramps/ I'll dill pickle juice drink/ 2 that

Walkin' in Pa's Footsteps