A collection of folk music and singer/songwriter songs from Soundcloud artists . If you make this kind of music send your songs my way any time.

SoundCloud Folk Music Implosion

Sandú Brus- Songs from my guitar and my heart

My old mac  dieth a death so here's a bit of a kitchen table bash around .   My fingers are not what they were so i play what i can find.  someday I'll probably wind up bashing out a beat with my head on the refrigerator and singing along. I hope you are all well. If you're dead you'll obviously know it's nothing to worry about...                                I woke up this morning or at least I think that I did...I found my medication and I wrestled with the lid....my bathroom mirror is telling me that I'm not half the man I used to be.....

. I've got a hole in my gut I'm really feeling my age, I'm paying the price for my wicked little ways, I was out last night with a woman from the moon, she says that better days are coming and they're coming soon but I ain't half the man I used to be.

Half the Man. ( Stevek )

A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner

K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering 
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards

Promise Me (Brian Peters)

It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it

We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets

*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*

They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’

There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes

It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls

There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams

The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen

There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men

There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears

There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder

Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down

And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same

Promise Me

Some undressed songs off the tape machine..........cheers for having a listen


chaos on my mind, gets hard just to find the time
keep on looking, trying to find a clue
but then again, it's nothing new

hide seek night and day, you see me and look away
grey is raining, deep is blue
but then again, its nothing new

up down white or black, getting healthy heart attack
ink the skin, another bad tattoo

right wrong in or out, get ignored talked about
subscribe or follow, discard or use
but then again, its nothing new
it's nothing new

eyes see colorblind, lock the door, free the mind
paid on time, or overdue

chaos on my mind, gets hard just to find the time
keep on looking, trying to find a clue
but then again, it's nothing new
it's nothing new

It's Nothing New

Listen boy now to your elders
And you won't play the fool
Listen to their wisdom
And wear it like a jewel
A glittering jewel
The golden path of progress
Is sometimes much ado
Oh turn around, look backwards

And now this is me, I am he
And the time has come

Listen boy now did you think that
This was all new?
Nothing comes from nothing
Or appears out of the blue
The beautiful blue

And now mark the time, free the mind
And dig for the truth
Don't forget, no regret
They will forgive our youth

Listen boy now, there's a strange man
In the mirror
If you look close boy, the face
Is getting clearer
Now what do you fear?
And what do you hear?

I am you, that much is true
And the years have run
Break the chains, strengthen what remains
Yes the time has come

Listen boy now to your elders
And you won't play the fool

Tom Hanson - acoustic guitar, vocals
Dan Lawonn - cello, 12 string guitar, tenor guitar

Listen Boy Now

Wrote this little singalong many years ago for a fellow Soundclouder who was feeling a bit low. 
My daughter was in her early teens when she took the lead vocals, and my son was pre-teen.
I’m hugely indebted to the supremely talented Russ Sinfield for taking time out to mix and master this little pick-me-up - thanks a ton, mate, I’m really very grateful. (https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield #chaoscookhouse)
Enjoy!

Levana: Lead vox, bvs
Jehan: Bvs
Me: the rest
Russ Sinfield: Mix and mastering

Singing The Song (Brian Peters)

Looking for a brighter day
To come and wash your worries away
Hey come on now, come on

Searching for a bluer sky
And you don’t know the reason why
Hey come on now, come on

*You got to keep on holding on
You got to keep your spirit strong
You got to keep on singing the song
And it won’t be long*

Looking for that ray of hope
And finding that it’s hard to cope
Hey come on now, come on

Wishing on a shooting star
Trying to figure who you are
Hey come on now, come on

Well I ain’t walking in your shoes
And we all carry our own blues

Singing The Song

"Looking back it's now so clear
How the road beneath my restless feet
Had a reason it brought me here
Often obscure and bittersweet"

Master Journey

JOURNEY

Bhagavad Gītā 9:6 vocal/guitar Improvisation with ahimsa Monika - live session over 6000 miles :)

Vayuh - Monika ji

New song recorded tonight.

Last night I opened up the window
as streetlight stood in for the moon
across your skin a summer breeze was filtered through the trees
announced by flickered candlelight

and I wondered is this you and me asleep in childhood dreams
or just another night
are we a wishful vision cried into a pillow
after a long and bitter fight

well its a high price paid just to be here
two poor tired souls... in a golden moment

tonight I open up the window
as moonlight calls out for our dreams
across the sky I hear a voice from somewhere far away
hello and thank you for the day

and I wondered is this you and me asleep in childhood dreams
or just another night
are we a wishful vision cried into a pillow
after a long and bitter fight

well its a high price paid just to be here
two poor tired souls... in a golden moment

Midnight on the Marsh

Don Jennings