good from the off  nice listening super guitar work

Das weiß ich leider auch, schöne Hommage an deinen Papa

Great song, relaxing melody, keep creating Carl

Your singing reminds me of Graham Gouldman from 10cc 👍

// Lillithe --- Journey To The Cliffs Of Moher //

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

Music by Hermit Da-Ko: https://soundcloud.com/hermit-da-ko
Vocals by Cosmic Keanu
Mastered by Hobocop https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

Creeping Death - Metallica Cover (Music by Hermit Da-Ko) An OfficerMurphy Master

A Whisper In The Dark

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 11/2023.
Composed, arranged, performed, produced and Jacket by:
Pierre Bordetti


L'actualité récente nous démontre une fois de plus, s'il en était besoin que l'homme est vraiment l'être vivant le plus cruel, le plus destructeur et pollueur que porte cette pauvre  planète.
" Désespérant "

Recent news shows us once again, if it were necessary, that man is truly the cruelest, most destructive and polluting living being on this poor planet.
" Hopeless "

Paroles/lyrics Man qui nuit le jour 

A today que vais-je faire,
A today je suis sur terre,
And now je fais la guerre,
And now j'pollue ton air,

Devines qui je suis,
Devines qui je suis,
Devines qui je suis,

Je suis man qui nuit le jour,
Je suis man qui nuit toujours,
Je suis man qui nuit le jour,

A today que vais-je faire,
A today je suis sur terre,
And now je fais la guerre,
And now j'pollue ton air,

Man qui nuit le jour

Man Qui Nuit Le Jour

The Cliffs of Moher form a famous cliff coast in Ireland. They are located on the west coast of Ireland's main island in County Clare near the towns of Doolin and Liscannor. 
Height: 155 m (509 ft)

Les Falaises de Moher forment une célèbre côte de falaises en Irlande. Elles se trouvent sur la côte ouest de l'île principale irlandaise, dans le comté de Clare, près des localités de Doolin et Liscannor.
Hauteur: 155 m (509ft)
Production: Lillithe

Journey To The Cliffs Of Moher

White Horse / Paploviante / Open Collaboration Offer 
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A celebration of the Ostara, aka the Spring Equinox, the first in a series of eight pieces to celebrate the eight Druidic festivals of the Windmill of the Year, more about which here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2024/02/01/the-windmill-of-the-year/

By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (@api_zz)


Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut.
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, February 2024 

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024

Words:

Fire serpents and dragons are stirring 
Deep down in the hard, cold iron of Earth. 

Slithering land wights are waking, 
And wriggling and stretching, 
Woken from their sleep by the return 
Of the song of the Sun, 
Its melody singing all dreamers awake,
To light the cauldrons and fasts to break. 

Lady Slipper yawns and opens her petals 
To a bold west wind ruffling her labellum.
Thunderclouds above ominously threaten. 

An ash in full livery, its leaves right on time,  
Stands next to the winter-nude of an oak. 
So the old wives mutter in iambic rhyme,
“Ash before oak, we’re in for a soak.” 

Great Spotted Woodpecker drills Mars’s drum 
In a military tattoo, to marshall the bugs,
The soldier beetles and bark-gnawing weevils, 

Now Luna turns russet red in Earth’s umbra, 
A covenant of balmier days without number. 

Wyrm moon, Cold moon, Sap Moon
Pulling on the tides, rising 
And not just in the flooded rhynes, but 
Coursing up the loins of men too, 
Their reveries of love fine-tuned 
To Jack in the Green’s reciting 
To the tremolo thrill of Pan’s piping

Labyrinth Spider stands guard on the dell, 
While Salamanders ring the bluebells 
To peal out harsh winter’s fare-thee-well. 

Pixie-cup lichen arrives in the Vale, 
And elves riding turkeys with blue ruffled tails
Then ... Amanita Muscaria sings her aria, 
And Cuckoo tells us Spring is finally here.

Ostara

MR URINATOR

Another day of high school madness
Teacher calls to come in front of class
Girls are giggling, boys look evil
Everybody is an asshole, everybody laughs

Later on the way to toilet
Every lesson, every break
3 guys wait behind the corner
Sweatbox, kicks you have to take

Call me Mr. Urinator
I am here for soul castration
Call me Mr. Urinator
Bring it on to my damnation

Another day of high school madness
Pushed the head to toilet bowl
Urine taste and strangulation
Break my body, break my soul

No more toilet, no more bully
Fuck yourself, don’t call me names
Pissface, Mr. Urinator
No more suffer, no more games

Call me Mr. Urinator
I am here for your predation
Call me Mr. Urinator
Brace your brain for urination

Another day of high school madness
Wait behind the toilet door
Lurking ambush, turn the tables
Kick the bully to the floor

Push his head into the toilet
Hear him suffer, hear him cry
Whack the lid against his head
Watch him bleed and watch him die

Watch his brain squeeze in the bowl
Get your dick his brain to pee
Call me Mr. Urinator
Now I’m avenged, now I’m free!

Call me Mr. Urinator
I am here for soul salvation
Call me Mr. Urinator
Brace your head for your damnation

Mr Urinator

Those Days where nothing ever lasts
Here we go again
With summer days that passed

My grief and all that we can cast
I’d watch the minute hand
With something I couldn’t grasp

I was nice to you 
You were nice to me
I shared my sound
We were worry free

But you left me staring at the phone box window

And when I woke up one morning 
As the sun was coming up
I had somethings I wanted to share
With a young world I didn’t trust

And the honesty was a novelty 
That blurred the lines of luck
I was blinded by the haze
That kicked around the desert dust

Time began to fade
On the horizons
Of the Gods is where I lay
(My weary bones may lay)

I saved your life
But it wasn’t to be
But you stuck it out
And believed in me

Now I don’t see you anymore to tell you

That when I woke up this morning 
Well my head was spinning round
I had somethings I wanted to say
So I began to write them down 

And the past was new and a novelty 
That I will never forget about 
Now I just stare at those desert stars
That trail beyond my doubt

Taste the bitter me
That I keep locked inside
Taste the the anger
That I do well to hide

Taste emotions 
Of this rollercoaster ride

Where I know I’ve lost
But at least I’ve had a try

Time began to fade
On the horizons
Of the Gods is where I stay

But when I woke up this morning 
You know my head was still spinning round
I had somethings I wanted to say
But I’d already wrote them down 

And the past was new and a memory 
That I will never forget about 
So let me lay on the dusty ground
That the desert offers out

Taste the bitter me
That I keep locked inside
Taste the the anger
That I do well to hide

Taste emotions 
Of this rollercoaster ride

Where I know I’ve lost
But at least I’ve had a try

A Second Demo Collection

Horizons of the Gods (Demo)

Gravity is a piece about letting go and embracing change. Musicians always tell you that their latest music is the best they have ever written, so this might be unusual to hear, but this track is simultaneously my most and least favorite piece of music i have written in recent years.

A few months ago i had some pretty traumatic experiences that made me unable to focus on any creative work. When i finally sat down to make something, i didn't wanted to write anything significant or important, i only wanted to experiment with some new sounds and ideas. This piece was almost finished in a few hours. I wanted to widen the palette of the sounds i'm using, introducing new bass instruments, a new approach to create drum tracks and also trying out a i - bVII - i - ii chord progression, which i believe is extremely rare to find.

First i was hesitant to even share this one because i feel it is very generic and predictable in many ways, yet somehow it captured perfectly my state of mind after the wounds of last year. Sometimes you just have to accept that things change around you and stop hold on to your hurt feelings, so your mind and body can be at the same place again. Far from the place that pulls you down.
I am listening to it for weeks now and somehow feel better every time. It is a very strange adventure to me, but there you go...

Gravity

Oatie the ghost

Eternal rust

Eternal Rust

A poetic and exprimental track with Hangpan, trumpet, theremin, double bass.

Clip available here : https://www.instagram.com/reel/C7Wx9TCCMH8/

Weird dancing fairies

Words and vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, June 2024, all rights reserved

Music: Paul Foss 
Copyright © Paul Foss, June 2024, all rights reserved
Contact: paul@paulfossmusic.com

Cover art: Starship Ahoy! by me with a bit of help from AI. 

Words 
She was on the street, talking to the cars. 
Her long silver hair down to her waist, uncombed, 
Her eyes faded, washed out from all she’d seen 
since she’d been born, all those tears ago. 
The drivers sped on their blinkered course.
But there was a monk passing through 
and he heard her words as they tumbled out 
in guttural tones, hoarse with rye and rue, 
“The only difference between history and mythology
 ...is that myths are true.” 

He thought her insane, a lunatic, 
that she would swap mere fairy tales 
for the annals of the scribes of kings.
But he stopped and turned his ear 
just in time to hear her reasoning: 
“History is written by the victors, 
to bring the newly-conquered into line 
with stories dripping in falsehoods, 
while myths are parables drawn in the stars, 
that contain universal and eternal truths.” 

Then it unfolded on the screen of his mind’s eye:
A vision of myths like arks... sailing the seas of Time 
and containing, deep in their submerged holds, 
guidance about the meaning of our human lives 
which are fractally yoked to cycles that drive us all
along life’s winding and eventful course. 

Those who came before us ... they knew 
that not even the greatest cataclysm on Earth, 
nor the comings and goings of different rulers, 
could cause these starships to slip their moorings, 
or for their navigators to lose their bearings, 
along the voyage of the archetypal hero 
from his stable berth in a lunar mansion, 
around the stars of the firmamental ocean.

So they penned a chart on that vast canvas, 
in dots of silver ink against the obsidian blackness. 
It was a work of genius: these master mariners 
charted the whirlpools, the sirens, the sea serpents ... 
all the trials that we, as the hero, must survive 
on the way to unlocking the doors of perception 
until our reincarnation into our own lives. 

Such wisdom was being shouted in the streets, 
freely, for all to hear ...but most stayed unaware
just why, like this wise witch talking to the cars,
we all may be in the gutter, 
but some of us are looking up at the stars.

Starships

home [prod. neverforever]

TV kills....sometimes 📺🏴‍☠️

L'UOMO DAI CENTO VOLTI

Passa via, nel vento con la sua valigia e la magia
che regalava con un gesto
Fantasia e in viso quelle mille luce artistiche
che ci facevan stare allegri

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza poter mostrare la sua identità
e sorridendo aspetta il giorno per alzare quel sipario

Passa via, travolto da quel mondo telecamera
e lacrime di coccodrillo - whoa

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza dimostrare la sua verità
ma sorridendo attende il giorno per alzare quel sipario

Ombre lunghe, senza prove
e una ferita nella pelle
c'è chi ti ama sotto il cielo
di un'estate decadente
e sa dirti che il tuo conto non riporta un prezzo giusto
che non pagherai mai

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza poter mostrare la sua identità
e sorridendo aspetta il giorno per alzare quel sipario
E si riderà

Profili irregolari

L'uomo dai cento volti

AC/DC -  It's A Long Way To The Top If You Want To Rock And Roll Featuring Kevin Thomas On Vocals

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

WE DEMAND AN IMMEDIATE CEASEFIRE!

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Пишаюся тим, що я українка. Єднаємося у цей надскладний час заради миру та майбутнього нашої держави. Слава Україні 💙💛🇺🇦
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My latest work is here ↓
Lisha Nandi - Lover's Prayer ft.JUNZO on electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/user-234918190-88573969/lovers-prayer-ftjunzo-electric-guitar
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[Materials for those who want to know about Pentatonic Scale in a short time]
http://junzo.seesaa.net/article/484819091.html?1639535452
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[Materials for those who want to know about blues scale in a short time]
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Because of the "era of Corona", I decided to revisit those who have been out of touch for a long time. Most of them have their accounts asleep for a while, but I dare to knock on the door. At least I'll keep doing that for a few more days :)
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Brian May has branded Eric Clapton and other anti-vaxxers "fruitcakes".
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Mick Jagger Has Some Thoughts on the Pandemic, Anti-Vaxxers, and Conspiracy Theories
APRIL 13,2021
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