Great cover and great choice! Big fan of Jimmie Rodgers. You should try your hand at Waiting on a Train or Silver Haired Daddy of mine

Ummm yeah, well these things just kinda take a life of their own.  This started out life as an innocent funk bass riff. More apocalyptic existential panic with a dash of Jansenism thrown in.

Art: William Blake The Ancient of Days

Save Me

you know I wonder how to fill out the days 
as I schedule my life in reverse
I'm highly aware of my failings 
and not sure if that's a blessing or curse

we're given the gift of this life
and still we find ourselves maligned
awash in a violent tide
how can this be

we're given the gift of this life
and turn away to choose the darkest side
is that all we see

save me from myself just one more time

toxic repercussions keep having their way
I mean like who knew 
as if the actions of today 
come back tomorrow looking for you

you start to feel like the world is unwinding
right before your eyes

and the way the tide is shifting
you're gonna need a place to run and hide

I knew a girl from another time in my life
she used to wake up and drink herself back to sleep at night
we showed each other just how low we both could climb
last I heard she's still alive 

won't you save me from myself just one more time

I wanna be free of the memories
of the worst of the human race right there living inside of me
I wanna believe that irrestible grace is coming after me
even if it wants my life

out there on the streets tonight 
so many souls are yearning for the light
how to win day from night
will we ever
I don't know what's there inside God's mind

how many times must we fall

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Save Me

幻想

A song that kinda glides into the atmosphere upon release !

Cherish the Moment

"The prayer of the shaman to the four directions before beginning any new ceremony". Tuned to 432 Hz.

— This music simply wouldn't exist if it weren't for the wonderful poem and the lovely voice of writer Annie Dieu-Le-Veut. Honored for the invitation to participate in this collaboration.

• Words & Vocals by https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, November 2023

• Music composed, arranged, performed and produced by Evandro B. Lira aka Vintage Mutation.

WORDS:

I bow to the four directions.

To the East. The red dawn air
Sighing over the China seas,
Blow the nomad trade winds
Along your Silk Road,
Your Bay of Bengal
And swirling pyres of Varanasi,
Through the temples of Tibet
And the spiced Vedic lees.
Bring Vayu's sweet sylphs
To inspire our creativity.

To the West. The deep Atlantic
Heaves and tosses the merrows,
Your swirling whirlpools
And drowned, forgotten reefs
Of mermaids and mer-men
On high waves and farrows.
Bring up from Lir's feet
That purest of aqua cold.
Sail it fast over the Irish sea
And across the Menai roll
To wash away our pain and fear
And heal our troubled souls.

To the North. Soil of our minds,
Your caves of quartz and tourmaline
And your blue melting glaciers
Birthing borates from ice
Under the Borealis, the stars
Circling like glittering brides.
Roll your satyrs and sylvestres
Through the bleak Calanish stones
Over the rivers, brooks and glens,
To the oolite gold of Avalon
It's Thirteen Treasures and gems.

To the South. Cast your castanets
Your smouldering salamanders,
Your fierce Romany cantinas
Your red lipped, red hipped skies,
And your sultry, dusky sun-downers.
When the frangipani and mimosa
Whispers with exotic aroma
And the heart promises ‘Soon’,
Give us the southern comfort,
The tango and the wild fandango
To spark our dancing shoes.

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, 2023

The Medicine Wheel | Ft. Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

T B Blues

Por amor
 
De tanto suponer un mañana
en un lugar que abrigue del frio
quizá te vi por una ventana
o tal vez fue a orillas del rio.

Será que al fin oí las campanas
después de un largo tiempo dormido
Tal vez porque musas holgazanas
susurran sobre un Do sostenido.

Rogué por un pedazo de cielo
lloré por ver un árbol caído
caí como la piedra en el hielo
bajo el sol.

Seguí la luz que se asoma y emana
confiado en un destello encendido
la llama que en las sombras me aclara
se funde con lo desconocido.

Y acaso te seguí por senderos
de un tiempo que se vuelve testigo
la danza entre viento y el velo
descubre un tesoro escondido.

Sentí que en un instante pasaron
los años que quedaron perdidos
el día que tus ojos brillaron
por amor.


Letra y música: Pichy Sotomayor

Por Amor

THE BOY - NEW MOON
Everything by THE BOY
Out on everywhere now❣
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I sang the feeling just like that I want to disappear. I expressed the feeling by comparing it to the new moon. 

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NEW MOON

Art Expressed in Music – Vincent's Imagination
December 2023
Duration: 2:50
Listen to the Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/art-expressed-in-music-i
Painting: The Starry Night (cropped)
Vincent Willem van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890) was a Dutch Post-Impressionist painter who is among the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art. In just over a decade he created approximately 2100 artworks, including around 860 oil paintings, most of them in the last two years of his life.  Only one of his paintings was known by name to have been sold during his lifetime.  In the aftermath of the December 23rd, 1888 breakdown that resulted in the self-mutilation of his left ear, Van Gogh voluntarily admitted himself to the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole lunatic asylum on May 8th, 1889.  During the year Van Gogh stayed at the asylum in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, the prolific output of paintings he had begun in Arles continued.  During this period, he produced some of the best-known works of his career, including the “The Starry Night”.  Van Gogh had the subject of a blue night sky dotted with yellow stars in mind for many months before he painted the picture.  Some of the elements, such as the mountains in the distance and the existence of the village are true to the view van Gogh would have seen from his window; meanwhile, many other parts, such as the church, are imagined.  Van Gogh wrote to Theo: "It would be so simple and would account so much for the terrible things in life, which now amaze and wound us so, if life had yet another hemisphere, invisible it is true, but where one lands when one dies." "Hope is in the stars," he wrote, but he was quick to point out that "earth is a planet too, and consequently a star, or celestial orb." He stated flatly that “The Starry Night” was "not a return to the romantic or to religious ideas."  On July 27th, 1890, aged 37, Van Gogh shot himself in the chest.  The shooting may have taken place in the wheat field in which he had been painting, or in a local barn. 
For stings, piano, celeste, organ, bowed chamber bowls, tubular bells, virtual instruments, sound effects and percussion

Art Expressed in Music - Vincent's Imagination

The final part of our EP The Hope Of The Sunrise https://soundcloud.com/turtle-project
Lyrics:-
He made it to the ocean
And sat down on the sand
He noticed the changes
He held it in his hand
A new inner knowing
His heart felt so light
Just as the sky turned orange
The horizon got bright

Life is hope
Life is faith
Life is trusting yourself
It's never too late
Life is hope
Life is faith
Life is trusting yourself
It's never too late

Ah The hope of the sunrise
Ah The hope of the sun rising now.

The Turtle Project / winkandwoo 2024

The Hope Of The Sunrise

The Hope Of The Sunrise - The Turtle Project & winkandwoo

Hey sister... 
what do you think about the city you miss?
Is it better to just now remember?
Or fade away into a peaceful place

Cause you ain't goin' home... again
you can see the path that lies ahead of you bend...away...into the night
and if you ever find...your way...to the end
then I could finally sleep again.

So come on meet me down by the river... brother and sister
Come and feel the life return to your soul...in the water
and wash away those marks of a sinner...you might
and let them flow on down with the river...tonight.

Hey mother...and father
what do you see upon the road ahead...as your drive?
And have you come now to reconsider?
Or float the same way on to the end?

Cause you ain't comin' home
you can feel the years that lie behind you fade...away...into the night
and if you ever lose yourself...again
then I could finally leave...amen.

2x
So come on meet me down by the river... brother and sister
Come and feel the life return to your soul...in the water
and wash away those marks of a sinner...you might
and let them flow on down with the river...tonight.

So come on meet me down by the river... mother and father
Come and feel the life return to your soul...in the water
and wash away those marks of a sinner...you might
and let them flow on down with the river...tonight. Yea....

V3.00

Down With The River

I wrote this song for my son who went to Australia a while back. Before he went we went camping and surfing over to the west of Ireland to the Maharees, beautiful place. We camped in the dunes, lit a camp fire, cooked burgers, drank beer and later we lay on our backs watching the stars. The sun when it sets in the West of Ireland is Golden as it sinks into the sea. I am comparing the Golden Sun to my Golden son. 
Beautiful Memory in Song. 

This is a remix.

T B Blues

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