this is the main style of music I grew up with..the acoustic playing is clear and crisp. the melodies easy to follow. vocal is well done. lyrics interesting and well written. variation in mood and feeling as well

I haven't been able to listen to all of this album yet but so far your songs connect very easily with me. Inventive chords and from the heart lyrics delivered with enough passion to make them believable. Nice work Jonathan

@user-455140755: You're very welcome, just promise me that you keep writing and performing

Still listening, not a dull moment... Cheers, Mark

I'm not sure what your recording set-up is at the moment - Are the guitar and vocals recorded separately? Great playing and my kind of singer/songwriter vibe all over each song.

Another beauty, I'll certainly be back here again.

Delighted to present my latest collaboration with The Phaige, one half of Soundcloud stalwarts One and Other, alongside Jaime J Ross. This is a trippy, exotic backcloth with a cold North wind blowing through. 
Gary once again amazed with his creativity and his multi-layered production. He has such a keen ear for detail and brushstrokes to enhance and improve. What grabbed me from the outset was the slinky, fluid bass playing, but there are many levels across the frequencies to hook you in. Always a fun process to work with him.

All instruments , artwork and production: ThePhaige
Vocals and lyrics: Nick

Check out more sonic treasure and please also support the track if you like it, here:
https://soundcloud.com/one-other

Come with me with tales of magic, mountain spirits, hail and snow from your motherland.
Tell me secrets never told of winters bleak and hardship in the biting winter cold - aah

Take me to hidden places where food and love and family keep you warm
I’ll ride with you on Northern winds through deepest valleys and the blackest storms

I’ll sing with you while we are drunk with laughter in our eyes
I’ll listen to your strange new words of love from the North

Fly me faster through the stars to universes only we will ever know
Keep me close and make sweet memories for now and evermore

From North - The Phaige with Nicholas Ridiculous (lyrics in description)

Tiefe Gedanken !

Rise the Rocker

Rise The Rocker From The Grave (VOCALS AND LYRICS DRUID667)

Dance (John Stone)

I heard the weather report
And it’s worse than we thought
Because of all that we’ve done
Now there’s nowhere to run
The sun's getting hotter
The sea's on the rise
Before long the water is up to our eyes
There’s floods on  the earth 
And fire in the skies


We all thought we’d be fine
Yeah we’ve had a good time
But we were wrong when we guessed
That we’d always be blessed
Now we can’t drink the water
We can’t breathe the air
There’s not enough left for the people to share
It’s too late to panic
It’s too late to care


If we are reaching the end of the line
Walking as if in a trance
It’s already too late
To alter our fate
But while we still can we can dance

As we’re approaching the ending of time 
Caution is thrown to the wind
Kick off your shoes 
And surrender the blues
Forgive us, oh Lord, we have sinned!

So we dance

Dance dance dance dance

Dance like there’s no tomorrow
Dance to the beat of a funeral drum
Dance like there’s no tomorrow
We can Dance till the dawn that’s not going to come

Dance

https://northfield-lenox.com
Taras Vordianko (1895-1982) emigrated from --------- to -------- in 1917. He farmed the fertile soil of the -------- Valley until 1926 when opportunity for other work became available in the city of --------- where he met and married Olga Vordianko (nee --------).  In 1944 after return from the war, he opened a small radio and electronics repair shop, which eventually was taken over by his 2 daughters and became the well known -------- franchise which operated until 1975. As anyone who knew him would tell you, Taras was rarely seen without his dark blue notebook while at the lake, attending a concert, or walking the streets of --------.  Those he shared the pages with recall his wonderful pencil sketches, bits of poetry and everyday observations of his environment and its people. After his death, the location of the book remained unknown until located 40 years later in the half-buried remains of a horse drawn milk truck along the sandy shores of Lake --------. Unfortunately, time and the elements played havoc with the paper, leaving only fragments legible. This track is a reading of what remained, pieced together as best seen to fit, with the missing drawings, words and pages replaced by music and soundscapes.

00:00	Intro
00:30	Lakes (1)
06:30	Interlude
09:30	Lakes (2)
13:30	The Picnic (Intro)
16:15	The Picnic
21:20	Building 
23:00	Interlude 
25:00	City (Intro)
27:00	City (1)
28:00 	City (2)
30:25	School (intro)
32:30	School 
41:00	Radio
42:15	Sketch
44:55	Outro

Mr. Vordianko's Notebook

“PRISM” Full album by Jonathan Runcie 2023.

"Indigenous" marks a return to the sound of my 2021 tribal/world percussion album "Vibrations Empowered Within". 
https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/vibrations-empowered-within

After a break I had a desire to revisit the sound palette that characterized that album.
For those that have resonated with the album I hope this is a welcome return, and for those that have not experienced the album, I welcome you to some free codes:
https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/yum

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Mood Exhibit - Indigenous

Written and performed by David Cooper.

By the 17th and 18th Century with sharply rising import duties financing Britain's then frequent wars, the general scarcity of foreign luxuries with a focus on salt, wines, spirits, tea, silk and lace caused a shift towards smuggling goods inwards. Large profits were to be made from smuggling and its illegal business.

Taxes and duties were increasing. Goods that were smuggled into the country could make a great deal of profit on the black market . Smuggled goods were popular with people as they were usually cheaper than legally imported goods.

The main items smuggled in the 18th century were tea, wine, spirits and lace. 

Lyrics:

In the dark of night the smuggler plays
Brings his contraband through the waves
Hides it among the caverns deep
Does his work when others sleep

He waits until the break of day
Takes his wares and he’s on his way
Takes his illicit goods to sell
Got to please his clientele

Chorus

He’s got fine French wine and brandy too
He’s a local hero to me and you
He’s a man who knows what to do
But every night he prays

Bridge

He knows his fate if he is caught
His life will end at the end of a rope

The excise men look high and low
Try to follow wherever he goes
But he knows the paths to evade
Their efforts to stop his illegal trade

Chorus x 2

The Smuggler

Nowhere Bound

As I Look At The Sky Through The Trees

Dreamy Strat live rec

No big production or anything fancy here. Simple, loose recordings of heartfelt songs. I just love a good melody! Most of the time the songs are still being worked out as I record them. Thankyou for listening, it means a lot.

“PRISM” Full album by Jonathan Runcie 2023.

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