Name: Volée De Bois Vert - Barrage of criticism by Logan de Leveska 🦉⚜️
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: ©️.Tiré de l'album : les bienfaits de la haine de la haine/ From the album: the benefits of hate hate .

Quel boulot ça doit en faire des pistes . Tu dois passer des heures avec des morceaux aboutis comme celui là ?

www.continental-collision.com
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1LFVzIhgQnch7fzilyVxMH
https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/black-water
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nW2DxHINknA&list=OLAK5uy_koSmP2f8WuZm1qA5QpP_pZpg-OD4rHyf4

It gives me great pleasure to present this new collaboration with Rodolfo under the new name of 'Continental Collision'. I was given a melody, a title and the premise of a toxic relationship, so you’ll be pleased to know that this is a work of fiction as far as I’m concerned. Lyrically, once I found myself ‘down by the river,’ everything fell into place and the river also offered the hero of our song a chance of rebirth. We experimented with different vocal arrangements and it was agreed that Rodolfo would find some other collaborators to help us complete the song. A huge thank you to Cecilia and Gonzalo for those great harmonies and that cool funky guitar. As ever, I am indebted to Rodolfo for the great opportunity to work with his skills and imagination.

Composition, instrumentation, arrangement and production: https://soundcloud.com/rplanes
Lyrics and vocals: https://soundcloud.com/markjbennett
Backing vocals: Cecilia Mastropasqua: https://soundcloud.com/cemastro
Rhythm guitar and backing vocals: Gonzalo J. Ares: https://soundcloud.com/gonzalo-julian-ares
Image of Anthony Gormley’s sculpture, ‘Six Times’ at Stockbridge, Edinburgh used with the kind permission of Douglas Corrance.

Take me to the brink down by the river. 
Take me there to drink the black water.
Take me there to sink, right down in the mire. 
Take me down into Hellfire. 
Take me all the way.

Make me feel the pain down by the river. 
Make me swallow down the black water. 
Make me feel each ache, each tremble and shake. 
Make my heart ready to break. 
Make it go away.

I gotta lead my life the way that I choose. 
I have got nothing left to lose. 
I need to start my life anew. 
I need my new life to breakthrough.
It’s just beginning and overdue.

Seek to be redeemed down by the river.
Seek to reflect in the black water.
Seek to find the meaning, straight out of the past. 
Seek release from all that’s passed.
Seek to find some peace.

Want some kinda future far from the river.
Want a future free from black water.
Want a life to live, free to take or give.
Want to learn how to forgive.
Want the pain to cease.

I gotta lead my life the way that I choose. 
I’ve got nothing left to lose. 
I need to start my life anew. 
I need my new life to breakthrough.
It’s just beginning and overdue.

Black Water - Continental Collision - on Spotify & Bandcamp

This song is about losing my wonderful big brother when I was a young man. He bought me 'The White Fender Strat' and said quietly through his smile "No excuses now...". Thanks forever bro, this is for you as always.
 
The Valuable Friends:
@janinelevinson: The Queen of Roll, Rock and Soul on the Second Mic
@rick-4-1: Mr Tour Pro on Very Cool Drums
@phil-mcwalter: The Other Stuff


SMOKE

Growing up, looking up
I have never had my toast buttered on both sides
I started crying the day 
I watched my father clearing the overgrown weeds at the top of the garden and realised 
And realised
That wasn’t what he was doing
Ooh no

It was a still day 
So still
It was a still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
And another
Five years

There was a silence 
Where my beautiful dead brother still lived between us 
And that quietness wasn’t burned with the weeds

It was a still day
It was a still life 
So still
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes
Five years
Another
Five years

Digging the sod in Donegal 
Praying for muscle, bunched like a ball 
Sweat and pride loved standing tall 
Anticipating 
Eye-watering 
Peat-stove fire 
That would 
Warm 
Cook 
And flavour our bones

It was a still day 
Still day
It was a still life 
Still life
And the smell of the smoke never quite left our clothes

Another
Five years
And another
Five years...

Five years
Tick tock
Five years
My father lost his sense of smell and his pulse in cenotaph central heating
Five years
And my orphaned senses 
Five years
Still feel that fire

And smell that smoke...

© July 2021 - Phil McWalter

Image: 'Peasant Burning Weeds' 1883 Van Gogh

Spotify

Smoke

https://soundcloud.com/bonetender
https://soundcloud.com/elements-of-synergy

Ocean Bells

20ans

©️.Tiré de l'album : les bienfaits de la haine de la haine/ From the album: the benefits of hate hate .

Volée De Bois Vert - Barrage of criticism

Thank you to my awesome boyfriend Sander for a new magical drum and bass track to sing! Sooo much fun. @wane-of-summer for more awesome music. 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

SECOND NATURE (Wane of Summer and Annie Smart)

*Update - thanks for the condolences you guys.  it's very appreciated.   much love


I've been away a few weeks. My sainted mother passed unexpectedly over the winter break and in her final notes she'd requested that I play this song at her memorial.  
There's really no way I could've made it through to the end of the service playing live, so I recorded this arrangement and it was played during the memorial.   

I snagged the isolated vocal track from the original recording and then added the sitar, keys, bass and 7 or 8 guitar tracks, mix, production etc..

It turned out ok I think.  This is not a cover I'd typically do, but seeing how it was the most special of requests, I was honored to do it.  I'm looking forward to getting back into things - listening and writing etc...  Hope you can enjoy this Beatles cover

In My Life

In My Life - The Beatles Cover

Walk Like Zombie

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Broken open
The pages unglued
Celebrate - humility
Nobody's ever really lonely

Mixing with any
and all I could find
Starting with my own crowd
Here are our shoes 
count them
Here in our alley
count them
Nobody's ever really lonely

I've broken open my head
to fit you all inside
But I won't wait
I can't hesitate
Predators lurk around me
Because nobody's ever really lonely

Passed out
Fashioned in a kingly fashion
I kick out the goons 
and kick on energy raving tunes
So nobody's ever really lonely

How do you feel - (Do you?)
Are you real? - (Are you?)
Can I leave you - (I will)
Can I have you - (I do)

Nobody's Ever Really Lonely

church mode improvisatio in Syncroom by Yamaha

Youtube channel  
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Piano :Sora
Violin,Pianica:Keigo BP Sano
Synth lead:Mori
SE:Mito
Calm,chill

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What are all the buddies from Wall-E doing? They're having funky fun ...
Peter Pasch > Drums, Percussion & Remastering 
Ralf Wadephul > keyboards & synthesizers
Composed, Arranged & Performed by OESJ 
© 2022 OESJ | All Rights Reserved | www.oesj.eu

FUNKY ROBOTS

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Université sur le droit d’auteur et la gestion collective audiovisuel. 
🇫🇷©️ Copyright 2024 -  MMXXIV
* Chamber Art Pop Experimentale*
Your servant remains in search of music of insolence and youthful audacity, fine in the jerky, serious and tragic in the bass, all of this hidden under an apparent joy.
To manage to bind a sufficiently large public which already guesses that under the smooth facade and the reasonable air at first glance hides a hot blood, unstable, full of life, able to be enthusiastic, to revolt, even to throw itself in full, frank and free musical adventure. In terms of images I am rather a creator of musical stained glass windows, which gives to read the inside back cover of your biographies.
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the coldness of the sound can also let transpire a real emotion.
Votre serviteur reste à la recherche d'une musique d'insolence et d'audace juvénile, fine dans le saccadé, grave et tragique dans les basses, tout celà caché sous une apparente allégresse.
Parvenir à lier un public suffisamment large qui devine déja que sous la façade lisse et l'air raisonnable de prime abord se cache un sang chaud, instable, plein de vie, capable de s'enthousiasmer, de se révolter, voire à se jeter dans l'aventure musicale pleine,franche et libre. En terme d'images je suis plutôt un créateur de vitraux musicaux, qui donne à lire la troisième de couverture de vos biographies.
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la froideur du son peut aussi laisser transpirer une vraie émotion.
the coldness of the sound can also let transpire a real emotion.

Volée De Bois Vert - Barrage of criticism

Logan de Leveska 🦉⚜️

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