Voices 2

"for francis lai 2" composed by LINIR OR

Bruto viento

A companion piece to The Ghost of Barber Manor.

Where the Woodbine Twineth

I don’t know,(where my home is). Feat. Gernot Baur

Ilari I. (I-la-rI) Rantala - Lead vocals & bass guitar
Olli Lehtonen - Guitars, keys & synths, harmony vocals & lyrics.
Drum machine programming: Kari Karhumaa
Sampling: Olli Lehtonen 
Samples ( Heart3at: 80s Snare & deleted_user_71: Projection Crash Cymbal)
Composed by A/D

© 2021 A/D. All rights reserved.

Pleasure & Pain

Spiders on a Plane 

Mind Watching Your Elbow : https://soundcloud.com/mind-watching-your-elbow/spiders-on-a-plane-open-versefree-downloadread-description
Nate Monoxide : https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/4765/any-verse-you-could-kick-115bpm-rap-acapella

Remix by Mahan Mahan 04/05/2021

Mind Watching Your Elbow X Nate Monoxide ~ Spiders on a Plane(Mahan 💀 Mahan Remix)

Watching Your Elbow X Epil - SPIDERS ON A PLANE

Wayfarer

Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI) - Vocals, Bass Guitar & Lyrics
Kari Karhumaa - Piano
Composed by SÿntaxxËrror.
Produced by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)
Art & Logo by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)

© 2021 SÿntaxxËrror. All rights reserved.

SÿntaxxËrror - Is It Too Late?

When I Said

On the summer of 2020, my dear friend Muddy Sue, has send me a WhatsApp audio singing this Coloured Stone song, all a Capella. With the audio she added: "Oh well, my singing is awful, I hope I can sing properly one day".
So, in order to prove her (once and for all!) that she actually has the sweetest voice, I did some edit, added some harmonies, and finally made this version. What do you think, isn't she great?!

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Muddy Sue on Lead
Marco Moreira on Backing Vocals, Guitar, Bass

Written by Buna Lawrie (1984)
Arranged, performed and produced by Marco Moreira
Recorded using Focusrite Scarlett, Garageband and an iMac at the RedWall Studio - August 2020

ARTWORK by Marco Moreira

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Muddy Sue en la Voz principal
Marco Moreira en la Voz principal y coros, Guitarras, Bajo

Compuesto por Buna Lawrie (1984)
Arreglado, interpretado y producido por Marco Moreira
Grabado usando Focusrite Scarlett, Garageband y un iMac en RedWall Studio - Agosto 2020

ARTWORK por Marco Moreira

Black Boy - Coloured Stone (feat. Muddy Sue)

Part 62 of 266
Chapters released every weekend. All TAFFETA tracks are created within seven days.

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds within the scope of the Taffeta project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

If you want to hear everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums are available for free on Bandcamp.
Released in 15 part/chapter increments:

TAFFETA Volume 1:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-1

TAFFETA Volume 2:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-2

TAFFETA Volume 3:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-3

The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical

TAFFETA | Part 62

High recommendation of headphones, to fully enjoy sound adds and effects.

Letra / translated lyrics:

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la vieja madre...   /   the old mother...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la tierra extraña...   /   the strange land...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


Son tus raíces   /   Your roots are
más profundas que el tiempo.   /   deeper than time.
Olvida tu vida   /   Forget your life
que ahora es desierto.   /   which is now a desert.

Tus raíces de sangre se han perdido,   /   Your blood roots are lost
y tu exótico mundo ha envejecido.   /   and your exotic world has got old.
La llamada de la selva ha convertido:   /   The call of the jungle has turned:

tus batallas en guerras,   /   your battles to wars,
y tus bosques en hambre,   /   and your forests to hunger,
y tus hombres en tierra.   /   and your men to soil.

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
tus cantos lejanos...   /   your distant singings...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
ahora están muertos...   /   are dead now...
ahora están muertos.   /   are dead now.
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


... 1995 E-RUIZZO - 2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS

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África (Hombres de tierra)

Moment One

I didn’t care whose voice it was
I’m captive and a slave
Bright and pure shines her star
Upon that glorified guitar
Until we came to Spenlow’s grave

No pausing on the brink
I was gone
No time to even think
Fallen headlong
From moment one

Enough wrung out of me to drown
A fellow moonstruck clerk
Steeped in a sea of soup and sound
Bite the key to my carpet bag
Distinguish in the dark

Weak infatuation, maudlin mind 
Celestial blue
Saturated through and through
Turn into a room close at hand
The empress of my heart

Many thanks to Steve Pumphrey for playing the guitar solo on this recording.

Moment One

A couple of months ago, Rodolfo Planes from Tierra del Fuego sent me a wonderful piece of music (in a different key and without lead guitar) that he hoped I’d write lyrics for… 
I was so excited that the first verse popped into my head almost straightaway, and with great patience and honesty, Rodolfo lead me through the learning curve that would be the gestation of this song.
The passionate music somehow stirred in me a sense of longing and belonging, combined with the enforced isolation from loved ones during lockdown. I think Rodolfo’s music helped me express this powerfully.
His solo still continues to move me even after countless listens. I am very grateful to him for this opportunity and I sincerely hope we can work on other projects. 
Thanks for listening and please check out Rodolfo’s cloud if you can.

Composition, instrumentation, arrangement and production: https://soundcloud.com/rplanes
Lyrics and vocals: https://soundcloud.com/markjbennett
Image of Loch Maree, Scotland used with kind permission of Douglas Corrance.

https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/set-me-down-that-road

I know where I’m going,
Though I don’t know where I am.
My drive ain’t slowing,
If it’s Birmingham, Alabam.
Gotta get me on the road,
Back to where I’m coming from,
Might not have the zip code,
But I know where I belong. 
I know, I know, I know that I belong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I know what I’m missing,
And where I might find it.
Without even reminiscing,
I’m right back there, I admit.
Close my eyes, and I’m there,
Though in reality,
I’m still stuck in elsewhere,
And I’m the absentee.   
I know, I know, I know that I’ve done wrong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I’ve been uninvited,
Yet I felt compelled to come
A need to be reunited,
Whatever the outcome.
This prodigal believes,
In the error of his ways.
He vows that he’ll never leave,
Where his hat now he lays
I know, I know, I know that I’m back home.
It has taken some time,
But I feel at home already.
I’ve been down that road.

Set Me Down That Road - Continental Collision - Now Available on Bandcamp

Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/neither-west-east-north-nor-south.html

Included Movie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1x2Jppspwg

Neither West, East, North, Nor South

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

I don’t know,(where my home is). Feat. Gernot Baur

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