Sometimes simplicity is infectious.  The simple tones of the telecaster guitar.  Quite poppy and lyrical.

Sweet Is Simple

Stink Eye

Well as the clocks go forward tonight, (or maybe back - I never can remember), meaning we gain (or is it lose?) an hour, (though obviously we don't really), so it will be darker (or lighter) in the morning (or is it evening?) I thought it would be timely, as it were, to take a moment, and draw from my deep intellectual insight into the matter to explain all there is to know about that tricky little bugger, time.  

You're welcome.

Starting as a ditty which was then utterly transformed with Seagull's production, arrangement and musical genius, drawing on Dan-DT's deft touch on the soft squidgy bits, it was eventually incorporated into Seagull's brilliant "Compendium of Time".  Why not take a little of your own to watch it on YouTube here :

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLJqh6iXnTaXJL-MkyxWQ_UV-H6vTtiVv3

You can find more of Seagull's beautiful music here:

https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

And Dan's audio craftsmanship here:

https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3
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Old Father Time

Did you commence, at once, or have you always ever been
And will your pounding heartbeat ever cease?
Are you a sense, or force, or something other in between?
Simply ticking down to each and every last release?
Is your pulse rate constant in this exponential universe?
Or does my biology speed the tempo of your rhyme?
Why are the lifespans of your subjects so potentially diverse?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Is your mission merely measure, or are you yourself the cause
Of evolution and decay of matter's elementary doom?
Are you the seemly pressure on the future's pending pause
Ethereally benign or other natural force subsume?
Can you shift like rays in prisms, temporal rainbows to behold
Are you the cause of age or do you simply count it's lines
Is your rounded face imprisoned in a cell numbered twelvefold
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

At terminal expansion of our present universe
For its destined re-contraction to begin
Will your hands slow to a halt then slip into reverse
Or count us down in forward time back to our origin?
Will the ultimate compaction trigger seasonal adjust
Predicate upon your base the final great rewind?
Then will you recommence or revert back to gently ticking dust?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?
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Photo - a little holiday snap from NASA's astonishing James Webb Space telescope

Old Father Time - with Seagull and Dan-DT

Blue

(Duh) Obviously!

UnBoxed April 2024

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Engines On

Music by Mark Hendrick.
©Mark Hendrick 2000

The Living And The Dead (Mark Hendrick)

Light And Shadow (for Cello & Piano)

I was reading an article recently where Billy Idol was describing his "California Sober" lifestyle and he provided some perfect lyrics for a piece I had written earlier this year.  Thank you Billy Idol!

https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/billy-idol-california-sober-drug-addiction-1235014040/

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