Wow Per man, you really make that guitar cry and sing! Awesome performance by Janne, too, of course. Excellent work, both of you!

Love this middle part. This track works so well.

"It isn't Beethoven, momma, but is sure bounces."

Daily Drops

Lyrics

I’m looking for a time tree
Growing moments ‘stead of green
I’d put ‘em in my pocket now
Save the seconds that I found
I’m searching for more time you see
You never know how much it means
Til what’s lost just can’t be found
Can’t have fun ‘til it abounds
So I’m looking for a time tree

(Chorus)
Tick tock
Ringing in my ears
Tick tock
Echoing my fears
Tick tock
Hear that ghostly clock?
Can’t stop 
Looking for that time tree

There’s a forest by the sea
Can I find my fabled tree?
Can’t pause to see the beauty now
I’d drop more moments on the ground
I’m searching for more time you see
I have to find that treasure tree
Nevermind the hours spent
I’ll pay back the season lent
When I find my time tree

(Chorus)

I never found my time tree
I searched for a century
Should have stopped to feel the breeze
In that instant by the sea
Wasted time, I do believe
Looking for a time tree

Time Tree

Inspired by the microtonal Iranian music mode Bayat-e Zand.
Listen on headphones or stereo speakers.

Chilling in the Middle East

Breeze The Brass / Paploviante
Paploviante: Bass, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Free Download

Breeze The Brass - Paploviante Free DL

themes for recurring dreams

night in the arroyo

dripping

Dripping

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio
Artis: https://soundcloud.com/spukschreibmaschine

Howl At Nowt  - SpukSchreibMaschine

from J.S. Bach's cantata, "Heart and Mouth and Deed and Life" BWV147

Jesu Joy of Man's Desring

Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
____________________________________________________________________

This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
_____________________________________________________________________

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

Come what may.
Wind in his face.
Ice in the rain.
Omega shelf.
Edge of the land.
The whole mass shifts.
It may as well be the edge of the galaxy.

These thoughts, roads, pathways: a fallacy
a carefully contrived anomaly.

Breeze of her passing above his grave.
The flowers hang in droves
while the dew bends them back down
to their beginnings.

Words by Riley Robinson

Come What May

Cast of characters:
Tea R. Sea @tea_are_sea -- Terry – Synthesizers, beats, composition
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Top T Classic
 electric wah guitar, mix, and production
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- Yamaha Genos 2 electric piano, tambourine, and triangle
K2 and the Three [and the Four] -- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1– Custom five-string fretless bass

This song started as a basic, yet melodically very strong composition by Terry involving him playing a synthesizer over a beat he created. He first shared it with Stephen, as they are regular collaborators in their project, Texas Tea, which are worth checking out on both of their pages, as well. Stephen then turned it over the the Eclectic Collective to work our magic on it.
  Josh was first up to the plate with this one, adding his deep, five string fretless bass to Terry's rudimentary beat. Ken was next up, however, adding the driving drum beat you hear, for which he used Terry's beat as a template and augmented a full kit sound to it. Stephen followed Ken, adding his striking wah guitar part to the whole thing. Tez was up soon after with his searing guitar soloing towards the end. Last, but certainly not least, JJ added the soulful electric piano you hear giving it a funk throughout, as well as the tambourine and the cool triange dings. 
  Now that it was in the bag, we decided to ask Stephen to produce and mix it for us, which he did in his typical expert fashion, as well as the doing the mastering, too.
  This is our holiday offering to all our fans, friends, colleagues, and peers. While it's not particularly a holiday song, it's a good display of where we are musically, and shows some of the flavor we want to add in the new year. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. Happy holidays to you, and many happy returns!

Tree Tops (Eclectic Collective featuring Tea R. Sea)

"What Did You Expect?" (Fusion)

Der Letzte Abschied

Off our soon-to-be-released album, this song is one of our "glitch style" pieces - all extra short, they avoid traditional structures and include playful instrumentation. This one includes Gina's surprise "sampled" vocals. 

Water can get in
Wherever air may go
Wherever air may go
Water can get in
Water can get in
I won't let you make me be the mad one
No no no
I won't let you make me think they're the bad ones
I won't let you make me be the mad one
I won't let you make me think they're the bad ones 
Wherever air may go

water can get in

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Vocals & lyric : Janne Hennie

I get up, the first thing I do
put on the pyjama left here from you
The radio play good blues
Make some coffee, have some juice
I feel good, but I really wish
That I could do this together with you

But you're not here
You said you needed a break
The only thing left is your well-used pyjama
I put it on, wear it every day
mmm.. it smells so good
It smells like you
It is my comfort, when I am alone
And sing my pyjama blues without you..

Won't take it off, will wear it every day
The smell of you..mmm...it's so good
I know it should be washed
It gets dirty
But I need the memory of you to be clean
so here I am , in your pajama
Pretending to sing my pyjama blues with you...

My Pyjamas Blues

Magical

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

There we were waiting
As it always seems to be
The evening closing in around us
Distance as far as the eye could see
We held each other tightly
A warning to the insinuating cold
That this here between us
Will become a storied tale of old

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

The snowflakes did their dance
In ringlets and spirals they fell
Forming upon every surface
A cocoon preserving yesterday well
But today was a new day
That projects what lay ahead
So hand slides into hand
And head leans against head

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

It's the burden for time now
To pose its weary questions and try to dispel
Like every union ever made
That had risen before they fell
But make no mistake for this is a special one
Poised and ready to take its stand
To assign itself victorious
And tread the hourglass of sand

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

We took that arduous journey
That's claimed many a pair
We emerge in the wake of every discord
Undisturbed by avarice or lack of care
The morning sun shines brightly
As the trees stretched to meet the day
We smile as we whisper in each other's ear
The only words we've ever needed to say

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree
____
JS

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

Thx for visiting and listening, I am an amateur guitarist, play a little keybord, bass and drums too. I love music.

My Pyjamas Blues

Little Man

Recent comments

Blackbird

Kimbo Barney

Naïve Composer

Electronic Foot

Related tracks