Another great song! Not a genre I'm into much, but this track exceeds that..🎶🙏😎

good story telling which puts me in mind of Harry Chapin

One of the best listens today. Interesting twists on the chord change, I especially like the changes to and fro the deadpan speaking part. Great production, too!

Nice that you populate the 'about this song" field.  =)

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So I poured another measure and it doesn't look right
We'll be giggling and dancing 'til the end of night
So close your eyes and down it as the next one pours
Well now I've gone and said it as I am all yours

CHORUS
There's  nothing in this world that could ruin today
[I feel I'm alive]
I have these mad ideas that I whisk you away
[We blossom and thrive]
There's nothing in this world that could ruin a night electric
What makes our minds tick?
There's nothing in this world that could ruin today

And I didn't finish laughing 'til my stomach hurt
The kind of words that aren't the most conventional flirt
So pour another vodka, which one of them is mine?
I think I may have overpoured like I'm inclined to

CHORUS

Another Vodka

I've been rush-in' (as fools do...) to get this DEMOnstration of what lies in my ice-cold heart out of my confused mind, and out into the world. 

Crappy Valentine's Day y'all!

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"Winter in the City of Vancouver": On All Streaming Platforms. Here's a landing page: https://linktr.ee/michaelfirthsellers

This is a song about mature resignation in the face of human indifference and natural elements you can do nothing about.

My thanks to Chris Curtis for his harmonies, and to Sergio Aguilar of 423 Studios, for the supremely judged production and instrumental ability he brings to every song we have recorded!

"I would say just the weather in Vancouver in the winter can be kind of unforgiving."
- Brandon Jay McLaren

"I eat out three times a day most days of the year. This is no big deal to most (city dwellers), and it is not something I am necessarily proud of - it's simply the nature of my itinerant life."
- Ben Elliot

Lyrics
Winter in the city of Vancouver
It’s brutal if you don’t have some steady pay
And any working hours you’ve gained
Don’t help to ease the pain
Of living on the edge day after day

Winter in the city of Vancouver
Hail and sleet are flaying me alive
Cos the ragged clothes I wear
Let in more than I can bear
It’s an endless daily struggle to survive

Going south from Lions Gate to Granville Island
Going east from English Bay to Coquitlam
I’m seeking work to get me through to summer
If the job’s well done, press some dollars in my hand

Coyotes snapping at my heels as I walk through Stanley Park
I sure don’t care to find out if their bite is worse than their bark!
My coffee’s cold in my two-year-old disposable Starbucks cup
I fear my hopes are so far down there’s no way to pull them up!

Winter in the city of Vancouver
Christmas snow, the first in many years
As I tramp through dirty slush
My face a cold, red flush
I brush away my bitter icy tears

Going south from Lions Gate to Granville Island
Going east from English Bay to Coquitlam
If I knock upon your door, give me whatever chore
And if the job’s well done, press some dollars in my hand

Going south from Lions Gate to Granville Island
Going east from English Bay to Coquitlam
Boss man says "Just a day, then on your way, son"
But at least I get some dollars in my hand

Winter in the city of Vancouver
A city that I love and love to hate
I’m looking for some heat,
And something good to eat
Nothing more, for now at any rate

Credits from Urban Tales, track released February 28, 2022
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers; Chris Curtis
Guitars, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Album Cover photo: Image by Aditya Chinchure on Unsplash
Cover designs: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Urban Tales

Winter in the City of Vancouver

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Winter In The City Of Vancouver (Ft. Chris Curtis) 5 Stars Commended rating, UKSC, 2022

LYRICS:

At any moment on any day
A little friction can wipe us all away
In times of trouble, in times of strife
Spare no expense 'cause the price is human life
They come to conquer like they were God's own hand
And set the world ablaze to seize a little land

And everything going down is nothing but disaster
And transgressions of humanity
And everything taking shape is nothing short of wrongful
And crimes that echo in the pages of history

At any moment on any day
The clock strikes midnight and all goes down in flames
To meet ambition with vile atrocity
And piss on notions of all diplomacy
And all hell rains down, the wolf is at your door
Hope no one sees what you're compensating for

And everything going down is nothing but disaster
And transgressions of humanity
And everything taking shape is nothing short of wrongful
And crimes that echo in the pages of history

You want it, you got it
You have upset the balance
You want it, you got it
The world is in a bind
It's all just self defense
We've heard that lie before
A brain dead juggernaut
You're not the only one
You want it, you got it
You got the whole world watching
You want it, you got it
Looks like you've gone insane
Affront to everyone
To your own people too
One minute to midnight
It's all because of you

Minute To Midnight

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 03/2022.
Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

"The threat" "La Menace"

Instrumental Jazzy tune 

In 2022, when the whole world should be concerned about 
the state of the planet, the simple madness of a man makes us fall 
into horror and destruction.

En 2022, alors que le monde entier devrait se préoccuper de l'état 
de la planète, la simple folie d'un homme nous fait basculer 
dans l'horreur et la destruction.

The Threat

modern day

photos are memories I keep within my mind
stored in the basement in a crate I’ll never find
songs are the stories and the places I have been
authored before this mental knot I’m tangled in

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears

poets and prophets weave our words into their art
read in dramatic mien and spoken from their heart  
unseal the parchment let the words escape their cage
left with a book with seven hundred empty page

styles we made are old and frayed 
where all the past is filed away
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
the sky is wet with ink

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears
modern day is bland and beige
remembrance of the golden age
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
my heart is black as ink

Modern Day

sometimes I feel like a leaf.
Love Spring
feels like born again

Spring

Groovin The Moves - Remastered

A song about embracing your own “ weirdness “ and fulfilling your dreams, despite the naysayers!!! It’s difficult, but achievable.., keep on going, and speak up … or get spoken for!!!🙏🙏 “ What immortal hand or eye, could frame your fearful symmetry?”-William Blake

Lyrics:
Consider my failures when I try 
To want to laugh and start to cry 
Emotions meant to serve my soul 
Are now my master in control 
Circumstances leading me nowhere 

And it’s gone this way for years 
I love affair with all my fearful symmetry
Well, please excuse my wide eyed wonder
When I’m forced down and trampled under
Your dirty feet again

So tell me, when will I be somewhere?
Close by here, or far from nowhere?
My poverty, it’s plain to see
My riches rags when you’re with me
I’m losing site so maybe you can see
Much clearer than me

And I’m not right if you’re not wrong
It’s been this way for way too long
Let’s talk it out let’s talk it over
Will you push me away or draw me?
Whichever you prefer

We’ve traveled down this road
So many times before
I’ve tightened down the screws
That hinge on your heart’s door
Hiding shadows in your eyes
I’m holding onto something
That was never mine
Never was it mine 

Let’s talk it out let’s talk it over

Fearful Symmetry

Bitz & Pisces

Oval

when opportunity knocks
on a window, at evening
and the ways of the world 
make you hesitate to open
don't be affraid, I say now
at this moment
the one that'll pass 
will give room to another
but opportunity knocks
until her fists will start bleeding
for that's what she does
and that's what she's needing

let's say, but I'll deny it,
that the mind 
has an oval shape

she will change her appearance
every other time, be it night, be it day
cause opportunity knocks 
when opportunity may
again and again
till the time you will open, 
invite her inside
offer tea and some bisquits
the day once will come
when she knocks on the window
in a perculiar way

let's say, but I'll deny it,
that the mind 
has an oval shape

which leaves no room for hesitation
and she whispers you're needed
to water the plant
she's so lovingly seeded
don't give her no
help her, do her this favor
she'll be a blast of the past 
and the future in reverse
she'll be the now of the moment

let's say, but I'll deny it,
that the mind 
has an oval shape

in the corner of an eye
utopia hid, with a tear and a sigh
produce of the clashing
of a low and a high
kiss a faded picture
hug a memory
remember the delicate tastes
noone else can see
each me  isn't solely mine
none of the me's is solely me
connecting the roots and the branches
are the trunk and stem of the tree
leaves, blossom and fruit
in a state of being motionless free

let's say, but I'll deny it,
that the mind 
has an oval shape

there's no capital for the questionmark
as the god between captions seems
I'm quite sure, but that's just personal,
I'm one of the inbetweens

infinity clothed
in the craze of the day
a shared kind of uniqueness
in a collective sort of way
contradiction in terms 
these are the terms of contradiction
agitation, irritation
it goes a long way, all these little frictions

Oval

This is a song that JJ came up with on the electric piano and shared with the rest of us. He's done a significant portion of the songwriting for the Eclectic Collective, and always gives us quality songs, to which are easy to add our voices. 
When he sent it to us, he had a rough bass on there that sounded like Lust for Life. Ken came up with a killer and appropriate beat, which, if you can picture Lust For Life, included a lot of accentuated bass kicks. 
So, Josh took and went with that, and came up with a funky bass line. Ken and he kicked it back and forth a few times till they linked up. Then JJ added some funky ass organ and trippy retro synth to spice it up.
 Then it was time to send it to the guitarist. Tez laid down some smoking lead solos throughout, with his signature fiery guitar tone and amazing licks. Then Stephen funked it up even more with a fonky-ass wah guitar track. 
 Ken produced and mixed this one for us, and what an excellent job he did, too. This was so much fun to create. We all hope you enjoy listening to our jam as much as we did playing it.

Home's Album

Tonkas and Matchbox Cars -(Eclectic Collective)

Art by Daria Morgendorffer.
https://open.spotify.com/track/2lmgoj78OtWE5wgJXlird8?si=a80f2e6274ce4990

Terra Sapiens - Outer Signal

Butterfly's achievement 

far more dangerous and at a greater distance 
a purring cat is lying next to a dying bird 
and we don't dream no more 

the story of the envellop 
was so much bigger than the letter 
my body is a temple of which the roof collapsed 
and I don't dream no more 

it is a butterfly's achievement 
to blindly follow rules 
etched deeply in its intestines 
with the tiniest of needles 
and it doesn't dream no more 

the deed was done 
the story written 
had a lot to be thankfull for 
but noone to thank
dreams don't dream themselves no more 

each one tries to fit in the previouses footprints 
tries to repeat what doesn't repeat 
footprints are too tight or just a bit too wide 
i guess we'll have to dream some more 

all of us have a past, we can only dream a future 
i have seven dreams a minute 
and they all split up in two, or three, or four, or more 
i grasp to keep them with me 
to read before dispose 
i just don't have the eyes for it 
its a freakin' overdose

A Butterfly's Achievements

Prolific musician, author, photographer and oddity.  With influences ranging from the lofi pop of Guided by Voices, the gothic melodrama of Nick Cave, the glam of Bowie and the nakedness of Iggy Pop - this is Marc Freak.  Former frontman of Freak Circus and Dead Joe.  An experiment in DIY and lofi.  The odd bum note here, the even odder bum note there.  But with art do we care?

Michael Sellers is a guitar playing singer-songwriter from England, now living and recording songs in Merida, Mexico. 

Landing page: https://linktr.ee/michaelfirthsellers

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