instrumentals

July 2022

Some of my Soundcloud Favourites #24

FRIENDS ARE ELECTRIC vol 2

SANDERS

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Remastered by Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans)

Power Of Sorrow

For the love I hold in my heart...
You, that only yet knows, 
You captured me from the start.
I can't breathe without you,
My heart races, 
Knowing you're near,
And I crave each day to touch you,
The spirit in you drenches me like the warmest embrace.
Never could I find a touch like yours in any place...
That makes me feel alive & refreshes me anew,
I love the smile upon your wise & handsome face!
My best champagne pear cut diamond doesn't hold a candle flame
in comparison, yes my love, it's true!
(c) 8-16-2021 --~::.Lady ElectroTrek.::~

His Touch Opened Me Up

You Touched My Petal

The music video: https://youtu.be/DBlVHn680YQ

This is the Neons Gone Mad clockwork remix of Electronic Senses' "Kutulu."  Here's the original version: https://soundcloud.com/electronicsenses/kutulu

Kutulu: Neons Gone Mad Clockwork Remix

Fall

This track reflects my frustrations regarding us all becoming Brothers in Chains!...Free DL to any loving homes..Please enjoy this as your so worth fighting for you liberties !

Brothers In Chains (Electronic Darkwave) Free DL

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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Notes:  More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

@keithtimmonsmusic : Melody and Lyrics - Keyboards - Vox
@man-on-a-grill : Beats - Bass - Acoustic and electric guitars

A tale of horror.

Keith TimmOns w/mOag - Sour Tides

Lyrics

I don't want to live in this world anymore.
People have gone crazy.
Life is virtual.
A life made of smiles
that we send each other while being sad.

I don't want to live in this world 
I don't want to live in this world
I don't want to live in this world 
where everyone does the same thing.

To be nothing among all.
I don't want to live in this world anymore.
People have gone crazy.
Life is virtual.


I don't want to live in this world. 
I don't want to live in this world.
I don't want to live in this world 
where everyone does the something.

I don't want to live in this world. 
I don't want to live in this world.
I don't want to live in this world 
where everyone does the same thing.

I don't want to live in this world. 
I don't want to live in this world.
I don't want to live in this world 
where everyone does the same thing.

To be nothing among all.
Alone in the subway 
I go forward but I go backward 
I sleep to forget 
I sleep to see nothing 
It's like being dead.
I have forgotten.
That we have a destiny.
I forgot to say.
Take care of yourself.
I forgot the meaning of life.

Anyway

I forgot the meaning of life

I Forgot The Meaning Of Life

You lift Me Up
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Here I am sitting,
With the men of this town,
They want to know what’s so special,
That makes me want you around.
And I tell them once again,
What I’ve told them as my friends,
Many times as has arisen,
Of all the women I have known,
And I’ve known many as been told,
You’re the only one if they listen.

You lift me up when I am down
You lift me up to solid ground,
You lift me up to a proper place,
You lift me up when all else fails,
You lift me up when all is despair,
You lift me up to your strong embrace.

You lift me up when am not sound,
You lift me up when I’m the clown,
You lift me up to not lose face,
You lift me up when I don’t care,
You lift me up from my chair,
You lift me up to save me from disgrace.

You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
All day.
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
Is all I can say.

So when I sit at the gates,
Your love has turned away all hate,
And all I can hear is your praise,
And when it comes my turn to speak,
I stand and tell them what they seek,
You lift me up all day.
And when night falls,
You’re right there with me in the hall,
To cast away all of my pains.

You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
All day.
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
Is all I can say.

You lift me up when all is black,
You lift me up when I have lack,
You lift me up, don’t turn back…

You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
All day.
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
Is all I can say.

You Lift Me Up (All Day)

APOCALYPSIS

Crystal Life, Sudden Death

EasyBeatSwiss & Sh Sh Zombie Mamba - Growing Luna  
New Collab with my friend EasyBeatSwiss .percussion an bass by @dnb-easybeatswiss
hope you enjoy  ♥
Peace 🙏

EasyBeatSwiss & Sh Sh Zombie Mamba - Growing Luna

Remastered 7 23 22 by Kristopher Bolin https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Concentricity

Bandcamp

Chewing On Glass

GODDESS OF WINTER
Produced by JUHAX in July 2022
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the song is influenced of the 1988 game "hawk eye" song by Jeroen Tel (Maniacs of Noise) a video game for the commodore 64 game Released in 1988
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Skadi Hunting in the Mountains.

In Norse mythology, Skaði (/ˈskɑːði/; Old Norse: [ˈskɑðe]; sometimes anglicized as Skadi, Skade, or Skathi) is a jötunn and goddess associated with bowhunting, skiing, winter, and mountains.

 Skaði is alternately referred to as Öndurguð (Old Norse 'ski god')

GODDESS OF WINTER

LIVE AGAIN  (Ft. Molly Barnett)

SENTIENT

GHOST IN THE WOODS

THE HOUR OF SHADOWS

RISE AND FALL

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LAPEDO CHILD

A tribute to my friend Jesse 2019
Original Lyrics by Tony that inspired Glen (listed below)
Vocals, Music and Mix by Glen Granthem

BORN IN THE COUNTRY
A FEW MILES FROM TOWN
LOVE GOSPEL AND COUNTRY
THAT ROCK N ROLL SOUND

A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE
MAY HE REST IN PEACE………
PLAYED AWESOME GUITAR
ALWAYS THE CENTERPIECE

I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME
I HEARD HIM PLAY……... 
HIS AWESOME PLAYIN'
BLEW MY MIND

HIS NAME WAS JESSE
COULD PLAY THEM BLUES……
AND ALWAYS READY
TO EXPLORE NEW AVENUES

(CHORUS)
WISH I COULD GO
BACK IN TIME………
HEAR HIM PLAY AGAIN
LIKE HE DID BACK THEN
YEA, HEAR HIM PLAY AGAIN
LIKE HE DID BACK THEN

YOU DIDN'T NEED VOCALS
WHEN JESSE PLAYED……
HE WAS A SELF-MADE
GUITAR DECIPLE

TWO OF SOUNDCLOUDS BEST
TOM ADAMS AND ROGER B-TRAIN……
THEIR PLAYIN' INSANE
ARE TRULY BLESSED

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(Rockin' Guitar Solo to honor Jesse)

2018 ©  Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

Jesse (Like He Did Back Then) - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Glenny G's One Man Band - Original

Some Soundcloud musicians receive tens of thousands of listens, and more power to them, but spare a thought for those of us who struggle to reach double figures; it isn’t always because our tunes are inferior!