Beautiful piece 😍 🙏 🍀 🎶 🎧 

A classic sort of vibe on this one, 50s rock and roll feel

this would not sound out of place on The Beatles White Album man,..some bass playing again!

Another good tune.  Vocals are great on this, and such a nice crisp sound, especially on the acoustic.  I really like these early 60's vibe tunes.  Boy, do they bring me back.

I thought I was in the Cavern for a moment. This one has a live vibe to it, love the McCartney "esk" bass line and as usual great vocals.

A really potent edge to your voice in this - well done - great track.

Cover of a John Mayer using a 12-string acoustic, enjoy!

slow dancing in a burning room (cover)

I Like It

there’s maybe 5 or 6 reasons
you and I have never met
one of them is way too much
between us has been said

without a moment that would change us
we keep missing our stops
we travel down the night
with no derail to wake us up
we don't wake up

you say your piece—we laugh
yeah it’s rough
and humor helps the situation
our cups are full
of at least half
outside the thunder sounds
like the rumble of ovations

our desires get smaller and smaller
till we all but disappear

we then part ways
go man our batteries
what works should not be prodded
just worshipped

there’s maybe 5 or 6 reasons
you and I have never met
one of them is too few I’m sorries
in cruelties I’ve said

without the chemical to change me
I keep missing my own stop
lay the blame on each conductor
who failed to wake me up
they didn't wake me up

we take our bows with class
yeah, we’re special,
there’s no better way to say it
we’re liquid now—we mock the gas
when we turn solid
no doubt we’ll be richly layered!

our charts get smaller and smaller
till the marker disappears

then we part ways
build up our châtelets
what gives, shouldn’t it be 
praised on a Sunday?

there’s maybe 5 or 6 reasons
you and I will never meet
for one, we’re both too far and far too
steady on our feet

without a common code of signals
no point in making all the stops
we travel down the night
to the place we rest our cups

we travel down the night
roll on, the night
roll on, the night

roll on, the night
roll on, the night
roll on, the night

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5 or 6 Reasons

Dream

Hope

What a wonderful Journey it is to paint with one of the most generous and talented instrumentalists, From Sands https://on.soundcloud.com/DZQ6W 
This AMAZING artist, along with a few other extremely talented souls, has been SO INCREDIBLY generous and kind... giving me a project and beautiful crayons to color with...THANK YOU. and I give thanks to THE Master Artist most especially :) Please keep scrolling to check out the entire pallet of artistry, and thank you for letting me share!

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Audioslave - Cochise (Rhythm Guitar); 
Metallica - Through the Never (Guitar);
Tool - Parabola (Guitar)
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Paul Dinletir - 10 Inch Nails
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Stuart Roslyn, Matthew Foundling - Higher Purpose
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Jeevan Anandasivam - Cadre
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CREATIVE/TECH CONSULTANTS; Charles Bailey, Michael Bailey, TJ Bailey

FROM SANDS - Journey (Off The Grid Mix)

Sweet pain

Simple Things

On My Mark

An album of songs inspired by The Call of Cthulu by H.P Lovecraft.

Designed to be listened to as an end to end experience, but if you just pick one track listen to "The Madness from The Sea" to capture that true feeling of dread.

The Madness from the Sea

all lyrics by B. Brecht
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bertolt_Brecht

I

Truly, I live in dark times!
The harmless word is foolish. An unfurrowed brow
Points to apathy. He who laughs
Has not yet heard
The terrible news.
What times are these, in which
A talk about trees is all but a crime
For it implies we say nothing about so many others.
He who goes quietly across the road,
Is surely no longer reachable for his friends
Who are in need?
It is true: I merely earn my keep
But, believe me: that is just a coincidence. Nothing
That I do gives me the right to eat my fill.
By chance I have been spared. (If my luck does not hold,
I am lost.)
They tell me: eat and drink! Be glad to be among the haves!
But how can I eat and drink when
I take what I eat from the starving and
Those who have died of thirst go without my glass of water?
And yet I eat and drink.
I would gladly also be wise.
In the old books is written what wisdom is:
To keep oneself out of the strife of the world
To live out the short time one has
Without fear
To dispense with violence
To repay evil with good –
The wise do not seek to satisfy their desires,
But to forget them.
Yet these things I cannot do:
Truly, I live in dark times!

II

Into the cities I came in a time of anarchy
As hunger reigned.
Among men I came in a time of turmoil
And I rose up with them.
And so passed
The time given to me on earth.
My food I ate amid the slaughter.
To sleep I laid down among the murderers.
I was wont to love with abandon
And I regarded nature with impatience.
And so passed
The time given to me on earth.
The streets led into the swamp in my time.
The tongue betrayed me to the slaughterers.
I was capable of little. But the rulers
Sat more confidently without me, that I hoped.
And so passed
The time given to me on earth.
The powers were limited.
The destination
Lay far off in the distance
It was distinctly visible, though for me
scarcely to be reached.
And so passed
The time given to me on earth.

III

You, who shall emerge from the flood
In which we have gone under,
Remember
When you speak of our weaknesses,
Also the dark time
That you have escaped.
Go forth we did, changing more often than our shoes our country
Through the wars of the classes, despairing
When there was only injustice and no revolt.
And yet we know:
Also the hatred of the reprehensible
Distorts the features.
Also the anger at injustice
Makes the voice grow hoarse. Oh we
Who wished to sow the seeds of brotherhood
Could not ourselves be brotherly.
But you, when at last the time comes
That man is a helper to his fellow man,
Remember us
With leniency.

An Die Nachgeborenen (speech by Bertolt Brecht)

based in the north east of England indie rock ,acoustic rock , alt rock

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