this track was supposed to go in another direction but here we are at 168bpm

Drupa

Everything is empty

Faint faint hope

Mimosa (available at terrywigmore.com with all other WAG tunes)
Wigmore Allen Gibbons 
Ontario has opened up to stage 3. Just about everything is open, now, albeit with masks and safely social distanced.  So, in celebration of beating the Covid curve, at least it seems that we have, we offer this summer tune to celebrate. A return to summer, in the new normal :)

This was a different tune for us. We were striving for a pop sound in the Adult Contemporary area, and this seemed to fit the bill. Keith grabbed some fine lyrics and sang them like one of his canaries. This has a warm, summery sound, to my ears, sweet harmonies, and a lightness of step that makes me simply feel good and tap my toes. I'd say it makes me fee like getting up and dancing, but that is not what I call what I do...sway maybe...and that was good enough for me :)

MIMOSA : Lyrics:
And there she stood, all alone, by the window 
A trick of the light, of the day, just the shadow 
Don’t try apologise for staring at whatever lies within 
Hey Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet? 
Dark as earth, heavy air, damp as morning dew 
A villa of cream, strawberries growing on the cliffside 
It’s hot as Hell, It’s something else as well, it’s all part of her 

Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so… Aaaah…Aaaah… 
Let the sunlight shine x4 (Inst) 
Oh my sweet Mimosa…
Oh my sweet Mimosa… 
Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet x2 

Flash of light, a swirl of green, then she drops her leaves 
She turns around, within a beat, and throws her head back 
She’s on the radio, She’s dancing only flamenco tonight…all night
 
Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet 
She takes a drink, and rolls her eyes, in a fun way 
She takes a bath, and shakes the rain off, give it back, give it back, it’s my turn 
She feels the sun, because it makes her burn. 

Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet
Dark as earth, heavy air, damp as morning dew 
A villa of cream, strawberries growing on the cliffside 
It’s hot as Hell, if only looks could tell… if only looks could tell…looks…tell 

Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet 
Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet 

Wigmore : Music and production, backing vocals 
Allen : Bass, guitars, lead vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics

Terry's Picks

Mimosa

She trudged through the mud
Licking her fingers to savour that one last meal
Conscious of the townsfolk at her heels
Conscious
Just conscious from the beating she fled
Left half dead
Stinking of puss, cum, sweat and dirt
There were stains all down her skirt
That provided memories of the good times
The bad times
Each penny she had earnt
From the trade she'd learnt
And how the townsfolk mocked her for it
But she just did what she did to make ends meet
To put shoes on her children's feet
And food in their hungry mouths
She listened, sure that she could hear them crying from afar
But they were tucked up safely in their beds
Sure to be looked after by some kindly family
Who tell damaging tales of what mother was like
Stalking the streets at night
Propositioning under the moonlight
But as she cried "Murder! Murder!  Murder!"
Nobody heard her
Nobody chose to hear

Nobody Chose To Hear

My Re-imagining of Boson Spin's "Rugheric"

The Rivers of Rugheric

The Rivers Of Rugheric

Lately, music of the mind makes for an unusual soundscape. Like music from a Silent Movie out of time, this is a film score of my days.  There are so many ups and downs, it has become a carnival ride. 

Hop on.

Kronos 88 – Piano, Drums, Percussion, Arpeggiator 3, Effects
M50 – Strings
Prophecy – Synth Lead
X50 – Synth Harmony, white noise, Arpeggiator 2
Micro – Random Arpeggiator 1

Image: Copyright: icetray @123RF

Strange Days

Trummor & Gitarr Jens-Joel Evaldson
Gitarr & Bas Magnus Lödberg

Honungskruka

sessions 47

Like the Rabbit Passing Alice

Some folks just never settle down and time is of the essence!  A kind of nod to JJ Cale's Mr. Breeze.

Lyrics;
Every day a river will find the sea
You know you've found a forest just by seeing the trees
And people everywhere just wanna be free
I'm always somewhere else, nobody's gonna find me

Cause I've always been a rambler with a strong urge to fly
I'll never settle down under that big blue sky
I love ya, gotta go,  time to say goodbye
Like the rabbit passing Alice no time to tell you why

You've called the wrong number if I answer the phone
If you're sending me a letter it's addressee unknown
My door is always open but I'm never at home
It's good to be with someone, but I'm better alone

Look from where I'm standing, it's a big world out there
And I'm bound to find my dreams  but I just don't know where
And time's in short supply  no one has got much to spare
But I'm happy for the little time that you and I shared

I've always been a rambler with a strong urge to fly
I'll never settle down under that big blue sky
I love ya, gotta go,  time to say goodbye
Like the rabbit passing Alice no time to tell you why

And every day the river will find the sea
Not hard to find a forest when you're under the trees
And people everywhere just wanna be free
I'm always somewhere else is why you'll never find me

See the video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbybeFvR-IA

Everything is empty

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