Monday Playlist week of 2/24/2025

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Undertow is an original song that tells a story by making an analogy between being taken away by a surprising, frightening ocean undertow and being wonderfully saved by a surprising, relentless love. This is another project that started with a simple live recording that Nat then fashioned into a more polished final outcome.

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2023
Gentle Rain Records 
Available to Buy: danielsdurgy.bandcamp.com/
Written Performed & Produced by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
Vocals, Piano, Bass: Nat Daniels
Vocals & guitar: Craig Durgy

Cover art credits to Cristian Palmer
Banner art credits to Edgar Rodrigo

Lyrics: Undertow by Daniels & Durgy

I never saw it coming
The water seemed so calm
Into the surf I’m running
Let the waves just cool me down

But as the sea became me
Rocked gently to and fro
There came this rush to claim me
This playful undertow

I leaned well against it
My head turned toward the sun
But soon the current strengthened
And I was going down

No matter how I struggled
The mighty depths insisted
Soon I had no rebuttal 
My will ceased to resist it

And as I let it claim me
Pulled down deep into the foam
A calmness overcame me
With the feeling I was home

I looked to see my fate there
Perhaps I’d met my end
Instead I found your face there
An angel and my friend

And as we both just floated
To rise up to the air
I knew at once God wrote it
That you would save me there

I fought it like a soldier
As the waters turned
But as the sea grew colder
I’d no where else to turn

You sang the song of sea birds
That you would not let me go
And now your love needs no words
This mighty undertow

Undertow

This song was recorded in 1967 and released in 1971 by Danny O'Keefe.  Artist such as Elvis and Willie Nelson have recorded it along with many others.  I recently heard this tune and remembered how much I liked it and had to give it a go.  Thank you all for the listen and support

Good Time Charley  ( Cover)

Written and performed by NICK DUANE
Track 3 from the album 'CREDIBILITY'

THE STARS ALIGN    (from the album CREDIBILITY)

The forest breathes in whispers,
its voice carried on the night wind.
Beneath the silver glow of the moon,
the trees stretch their shadows,
dancing softly on the earth.

A stream murmurs in the distance,
its waters flowing endlessly,
carving a story older than time,
a tale of life that flows and fades.

The leaves quiver,
caught between stillness and motion,
their fragile forms trembling in the moonlight.
Each drop of dew holds the universe,
a fleeting mirror of infinite beauty.

Beneath this canopy of stars and leaves,
a solitary figure walks,
their footsteps swallowed by the soil,
their breath merging with the cool, damp air.

The forest listens,
its silence alive with a timeless rhythm,
bearing witness to the brief spark of life,
a moment suspended in the vast embrace of eternity.

And as the moon climbs higher,
its light weaves through the branches,
illuminating the truth whispered by the trees:
beauty is fleeting,
but its echoes remain,
woven into the eternal fabric of the forest.

The figure pauses,
their gaze lifted to the sky.
In this moment, they are not apart,
but one with the forest,
their presence a flicker in its endless tale.

The forest on a moonlit night (Piano with Japanese poetry reading)日本語詩の朗読

Taken from the oral history of Bedford Falls:

“My friends and I, back in the seemingly endless golden summer of our childhood, all knew the story of the town; how could we not know it? We drank it in with every drink of water until the very cells in our body were awash with the story of how the town came in to being and how it ceased to be. 

Our parents’ generation remembered the tree-dappled summer streets lined with shops, and with places to sit and talk as the shadows lengthened; for in those days the town - and the world in general - had enough time and space in twenty-four hours to progress at a much more leisurely pace than us youngsters born in the ‘30s would ever know. By the time we had seen eight or nine summers the town was already gone; a faraway place that we would and could never visit.

But then, the world our parents knew had begun to spin faster; the light of oil lanterns on the porches of the scattered homesteads with their glow-worm warmth, had been replaced by electric light bulbs, piercing the blue-black ink of night until the stars seemed to fade at their brilliance.

Of course, electric lights and all the other modern inventions that had begun to creep into people’s lives needed electricity and so it was decided to dam the river to power the turbines that would make people’s lives spin at an ever-increasing rate.

So the town to us was an intangible somewhere deep beneath the surface of the waters and yet, every so often, a small reminder of the town would surface. Shivering in the golden sunlight we would hear of someone, a friend of a friend,  who diving deep in the still early morning hours would catch a glimpse of the pharmacist sweeping the sunken sidewalk outside his shop; or a canopy being unfolded to prevent the none-existent sun from bleaching the window display of submerged handbags and fish-caressed umbrellas.

My friends spent many of the seemingly endless days swimming and hoping to catch a glimpse of such wonders but, sadly, we never did. Perhaps it was because we were there too early, or maybe too late? We swore we’d never stop trying and we didn’t, well, until other things - like girls and wars - captured our fickle imagination.

Now, after so many years, when I’m nearer to the end of the story than the beginning and I’ve lived long enough to finally sit on my own glow-worm glowing porch; now, when I’ve turned my back on the lake and face instead the ocean of stars above my rural hideaway, now I imagine I can sometimes hear distant church bells singing beneath the midnight waters and see, in my mind’s eye, the tree-lined streets with shops and places to sit. 

I’m clearly remembering a time from before I was born, from before I learned to swim in the sky above the small town; a time when twenty four hours really did feel like twenty-four hours instead of the merest flash that could’ve been a shooting star, or maybe sunlight on the scales of a fish”

The Small Town Reawakens

This one takes a bit of get going , so if you want to fast forward to about 1.30 feel free , I would ! Hope you like it anyway . Next up is a great track with the one and only Gaz Brownie on the 1st of March , good grief , where is the year going ? Then on the 7th is the 1st of a series of songs I've written and got my friend Kim to sing on , amazing voice ! These songs will be mixed with a few releases by myself , and me and Charlotte have a stunning song nearly finished . Talking of Char , if you get chance have a listen to a song or 2 from our album Hopes and Dreams . Thank you for supporting me and my different projects , it means so much ! 
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

The Doubt

One of the more enriching aspects of a collab' project like this, is the exchange of ideas, drivers and perceptions about the topic at hand;  please note that those which follow are mine alone.

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio
Find David's beautiful guitar work here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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And so it rains… here, in the pile of moral and cultural rubble roughly where a place called England used to be.  Rain that is not acid, but acrid, coming, as it does, from the persistent shower of vile spittle emanating from the crooked mouths of the horde of liars, cheats, frauds and fornicators at Westminster.  Their policies as illegitimate as their credentials (and certain other aspects of their lives), these creatures shuffle about at the feet of their gay muslim billionaire benefactor / puppetmaster, shamelessly lapping up his tossed treats and trinkets in return for unfettered access to the heart of an executive whose mission is as fraudulent as its mandate: the eradication of the indigenous population, its culture and its history.  Their tools of the trade familiar to any rapacious despot of a failed state: fabricated manifestos; indoctrination to brainwash; history rewritten; injunctions to stem free speech; cancelled elections;  suppression of mainstream media through litigative threat;  transformation of the national broadcaster to the faithful puppy propaganda mouthpiece of the party machine; and hands-on directive control of judiciary and police functions to impose a vindictive and vicious two tier justice system within which peaceful protestors are handed brutal custodial sentences leading to a (no doubt welcome) uptick in prison suicides, as others, of a different ethnic background, violently assault a female police officer or stand on podiums with megaphones, exhorting the crowds before them to slash throats, and then walk free with police protection whilst the precious human rights of convicted terrorists are nurtured even as the mouths of their victims’ loved ones are sealed with gagging orders.  Oh, and should you wish, in this crumbling Year Zero aspirational autocracy, to publicly reject the learned principles underpinning any particular religious faith, then the aforementioned politically directed police will happily offer you a light for any holy text you wish to burn in order to make your point.  With one exception.  And it isn’t the bible....

And so it rains….
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Photo by Norbert Tóth on Unsplash

Rain ... with Seagull and David Dunham

''We dance on the edge,
The edge of life,
You come to me,
and ease my strife.
Our love is entwined,
I seek comfort in your arms,
We breath in time,
Your embrace is fine!
I  look in your eyes,
Your strength makes me sigh,
Our hearts are as one,
They beat and shall never be undone!''

makes me sigh

Gen info 

Generation Talk is the lead track and title of Conscience Of Kings new EP that’s available on all major streaming services.
It’s an early insight into the EP released on 24 February 2025  takes Conscience of Kings back to their up-tempo indie rock/pop homeland with a collection of songs about love relationships, emotional issues and everything in between. Catchy melodies and rousing earwormy choruses make this a must listen to release for our followers. We hope you enjoy it as much as we have recording the songs.
We will post the link for Spotify soon as it’s out.
We give you Generation Talk …. For now! 


V1
I thought I would remember 
 most of everything 
I can’t even remember 
a single thing
My heads out of  the window 
Just  trying to remember 
I see a white flag flying 
for a bitter surrender

Ch
Do you  know what this is it’s me talking to myself 
Do you know what this I’m talking about you too myself 
I’m a student of our history 
And your a sweet little mystery 
It’s Generation Talk x4


V2  
Love  Peace and self worth 
is all I ever really wanted 
From the birth of this 
to the way we departed
She said I love 
I said l love even more 
She said that’s impossible 
All is fair in love our war 

Chorus 


Generation Talk - Conscience Of Kings

The Hunchback of Notre Dame – The Young Nobles
February 2025
Duration: 2:10
Listen to more music for the ballet: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-hunchback-for-notre-dame
Based on La Réjouissance from Music for the Royal Fireworks by Handel 
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Hunchback of Notre Dame June 6th and 7th 2025 in Colorado.
For strings, trumpet, clarinet, bassoon, contra bassoon, piano, timpani and percussion

The Hunchback of Notre Dame - The Young Nobles

Crimson Keys: A Musical Plea for Peace

On the third anniversary of the conflict in Ukraine, we are honored to present Crimson Keys, a composition that embodies a profound yearning for peace and hope. This instrumental piece, performed by pianist Francesco Adornetto and featuring the evocative vocals of Dawn Walters, serves as a silent protest against all wars. Through its intense and melancholic melodies, it invites listeners to pause, reflect, and unite for a better future.

In a world still marred by conflict in 2025, Crimson Keys emerges as a poignant expression of resilience and solidarity. The piano's crimson-hued notes intertwine seamlessly with ethereal vocal lines, creating a soundscape suspended between dream and reality, beauty and tragedy.

We invite you to listen to Crimson Keys and join us in spreading its message of peace and unity.

Credits:

Piano: Francesco Adornetto
Vocals: Dawn Walters

Crimson Keys

Crimson Keys (vocals by Dawn Walters)

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.

Let's Talk About Love

Code Yellow

A musical depiction of 9 year old me, staring up at the night sky and wondering if, when they got there, I’d be able to see the astronauts on the moon

The Night Sky (1969)

Written by Jesse Winchester
Arranged and performed by Josh McAlexander

Blow on, Chilly Wind... New Mix

Lyrics by Tony Harris 
Music, Vocals and Production by The Glen Granthem Band

The lyrics listed below inspired Glen to produce this track after he made a few changes to make it flow. I thank him for his hard work on this one.                     

A FRIEND WAS IN NEED
ON THAT FRIDAY NIGHT
SO HE KINDLY AGREEDED
TO HELP IN HIS PLIGHT

THEY TOOK A LONG DRIVE
ON INTERSTATE FIFTY-FIVE
TO A DESTINATION
THAT WOULD BE A LIFE LESSON

ARRIVIN' IN RECORD TIME
HE HELPED WITH HIS BAGGAGE
GLAD TO HELP ANYTIME
TO HIM IT WAS A PRIVILEGE

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE
HE WAS LAYIN' ON THE GROUND
LOOKIN' UP AT THE SKY
A DRUNK DRIVER HAD HIT HIM

THE ROAD TO RECOVERY
WAS VERY LONG
BUT HIS WILL WAS STRONG
THE MUSIC WOULD SET HIM FREE

MUSIC WAS HIS SAVING GRACE
TAKING HIM BACK IN TIME
TO A BEAUTIFUL PLACE
WHERE EVERYTHING RHYMNED
IN FOUR FOUR TIME
YEA, WHERE IT RHYMNED
IN FOUR FOUR TIME

HE THANKED GOD ABOVE
FOR HIS WONDERFUL LOVE
ON THAT FRIDAY NIGHT

Lyrics by Tony Harris © 2018 (BMI)

Music Was His Saving Grace - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Glen Granthem - Original

Welcome to Gaz Brownie music projects.
Gaz Brownie music projects is a collection of collaborative work from more recent projects to the bands I have played in over the years.
Been singing since the age of 15 in bands and various music projects.
I play guitar on my solo stuff but really only as a vehicle to write songs and finds cords for vocal melodies, and also a little keyboards. 
To date I have recorded and wrote/ co wrote over 200 songs in a professional studio environment, working with established producers . Played endless live gigs with numerous bands and projects.
I have had music published, appeared on TV/radio, Music videos, released albums, Eps and singles, on several different labels. 
Style preference is a indie pop/rock vibe focusing on interesting lyrics, vocal melodies and catchy chorus lines.

Current ongoing projects are :

My solo work 
Conscience Of Kings (with Noobly)
This Sound Society (with Mike Fox &  other invited artists) 

Collaborations with:
The Eclectic Collective
The  Gatsbys 
Jeff Roberts 
Under This Sun 

Own Bands on the cloud:
Airplay 
This Elegant Chaos 

Conscience of Kings project is also available on all major streaming services with previously unreleased songs that are not available on soundcloud.
Hoping soon to release an album with This Sound Society to go on the major streaming services also.
Thank you for reading this brief introduction and supporting my music.
I will listen to anyone else’s music especially if they put a shift in on mine. Open to collaboration projects please don't be shy, just ask.
Thanking you now if you listened, liked, reposted and especially commented. 
Always appreciate the support that’s been shown.
 I have  made  great friends on this platform & discovered many amazing talented musicians. For that I'm am grateful and long may it continue
Remember this is a music community and supporting other artists is vital because if we don’t what’s the point.

Links to Spotify & YouTube videos
Finally it’s out the video to BELLA 👇👇👇👇👇👇
by Conscience Of Kings 
The story of who put BELLA IN THE WYCH ELM  👇
https://youtu.be/RtWuEIsi1Ss?si=q9_hT8ZLBRKz94-d

OUT NOW The new EP Generation Talk !!!!
Conscience Of Kings 
It takes Conscience of Kings back to their up-tempo indie rock/pop homeland with a collection of songs about love relationships, emotional issues and everything in between. The catchy melodies and rousing earwormy choruses are inevitable.
Just click link below 👇 

https://open.spotify.com/album/3fNUdqBsus6P84VyUjhpIg?si=oNSgWvXiRuuJpE-ub6DFDA

OUT NOW !!!!8 track mini album CONSCIENCE OF KINGS ~ The Serenity Of Fractured Beauty ❤️💔🖤
A chilled vibe of all human experiences and emotions 🔥
Streaming on all major services.

https://open.spotify.com/album/44IaMzSi9lKkBIQg9fQNHx?si=d3-_nvggR6y1qpQbw0mY9g




4 Track EP ~Conscience Of Kings . Don’t Come For Me  Unless I Send For You  featuring Nat Daniels 
https://open.spotify.com/album/0rAxRMpDwcR53nBwRUpsaV?si=GHeDw9TjSmqYBENBRBS83w

FULL DEBUT ALBUM OUT NOW ! 🔥CONSCIENCE  OF KINGS 
https://open.spotify.com/album/2Ei1Yv0MVoQ9HOZ5rPZPQq?si=KkZzBHqPRF6cS3TRisQKDw

Generation Talk - Conscience Of Kings

Gaz Brownie Music Projects