A playlist full of tracks created by the writers, musicians and producers of our music community, "The MusiCollective" - this is the April 2022 edition!

A huge congratulations to everyone involved in this. We have a mix of complete recording newbies, seasoned pros and everything in between. All as incredible as each other. 

The MusiCollective is a community of people that get behind each others' projects, for example by helping with songwriting, arrangements, recording and production. It is a continuation of TGS Records (@tgs-records) which started as a lockdown project and has been snowballing new members in ever since. If you'd like to join us, get in touch by emailing themusicollective21@gmail.com or filling in this short form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScgUPAkshXrqaB3yjG3Npa5lZVMs2uqxgzYX77DeZb8HHCYpA/viewform?usp=sf_link

TMC Records - April 2022 playlist

Aleatoire

This was one of the first songs I made, deep in the sunny days of lockdown in 2020. I had a lot of time to enjoy nature and also to play around with ideas on guitar, so this is my attempt at recreating those summery vibes!

Summer

Letra: Mateus Vieira & Leonardo Espinoza Netto
Música: Mateus Vieira

Gravado em Estúdio Gaia
Produzido, mixado e masterizado por Dodo Records

Anemoia Paranoia é:
Leonardo Espinoza Netto - Bateria
Thomaz Mor - Baixo
Mateus Vieira - Voz e Guitarras

Radioactive

inevitable

Written and read by me (Robert Horne)

Jake fines himself teleported to another land and given a choice to become a Defender!  Whatever that is?

Soul Reaver, Chapter 9  -  Jakonnun, the Defender

Afterglow

Il Neige Sur Assise.        Texte :Sanzen

Boule de neige au salon, mon enfance sur un vieux guéridon
Sous la cloche en trois dimensions , Assise , mes émotions
Solitaire sans raison , encombré de ce corps bien trop grand
j’envahis tout l’espace restant  qui est fait d’un seul et même plan.

Et pendant ce temps tu défies placide la  gravitation .  
ce n’est pas toujours la fête , tu traverses tel un géant  les saisons
grâce à ton  humour ,à ton amour, ta superbe autodérision
et si ça se trouve  ,  quelques flocons dans ton salon.   

je me construis un univers fait  d’huiles et de pastels dorés
ma toile est comme la vie trop souvent déséquilibrée  
je me sers un peu moins de ma tête que de mon coeur , de mes grands pieds.
peindre c’est pas toujours la fête , le gout une valeur trop partagée .
 
Et pendant ce temps tu défies placide la gravitation .  
ce n’est pas toujours la fête , tu traverses tel un géant les saisons 
grâce à ton  humour ,à ton amour, ta superbe autodérision
et si ça se trouve  quelques flocons dans ton salon. 

 
Unijambiste dans….ma tête ,je suis en lévitation 
je mets du rouge dans  mon salon, sous cloche mon horizon
du doré sur ma toile une  vie captive sous les flocons...
quelques facéties  , mon enfance sur le vieux guéridon

Et pendant ce temps on défie tous la gravitation 
ce n’est pas toujours la fête , on traverse comme on peut  chaque saison
grâce à de l’ humour ,à de l’amour, une superbe autodérision
et si ça se trouve  ,si ça se trouve , à quelqu’un comme Francois Anton.

Il Neige Sur Assise    Sanzen / Illos

SWEAR 2 GOD

Faces that he can’t forget
Staring eyes
Dignified acceptance
As they took their final breath
The price that no-one mentioned
He had to pay
That memories survive
That they outlive their source

Did they like to read?
Go walking in the park
Did their children wake up in the dark?
With aching hearts
Hoping they might still come home
Could it be
They could have been a friend
Could it all have met a different end?
Did it just depend
On an arbitrary place of birth

Now the ghosts are all he has
The ghosts are all he has
The ghosts are all he has

Gnarled hands caress the photograph
Black and white
Creases in the corners
X’s on the back
That smile he had to leave behind
Was not alone
Because he left his
With her too

Did she still believe?
The chances seem so slim
That she ever even thinks of him
Is it like a dream?
Then she woke to find a better man
Could she see?
She was the only one
Was there any way she could have done
They had just begun
When it all began to fade away

Now the ghosts are all he has
The ghosts are all he has
The ghosts are all he has

No-one’s coming
No-one’s coming
No-one’s coming
No-one’s coming

Ghosts

Asking For My Time

Sharp bends are dangerous, you need to slow down.

Sharp Bend

GuitarSix - 22

No Earthly Business in a Maine Hayfield

YUKON

The MusiCollective is a community of musicians that get behind each others' projects, for example by helping with songwriting, arrangements, recording and production. It is a continuation of TGS Records (https://soundcloud.com/tgs-records) which started as a lockdown project and has been snowballing new members in ever since. If you'd like to join us, get in touch by emailing themusicollective21@gmail.com or filling in this short form: https://forms.gle/yhyjNKzWGidVCZgN9

Trees. Flowers. Guitars.
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Asking For My Time

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