Always enjoy your lyrics...always relatable.

nailed it again mate (not your nutsack)………great flow, done like you do👍

@user-253908889 thanks so much Jim , hope your well my mate . I proper loved hearing about bob’s anaconda

Extraordinary song!! LOVE vocals specially!!!👍👍👍

great vocal. I can see you tearing your hair out as you worry about this (looks like you succeeded from the picture!!) I think jethro tull wrote "how dare you call me my father's son when that was just an accident of birth"

Another beauty. Was getting Blur/Gorillaz vibes in parts. Love them so much... Blur won the band war in my head anyways haha. Great track man 🫡🔆

fun buzzy modern world synths and bitter sweet lyrics!

Hey Shane man, this is a delightful song. Love the light organ and the melodies it portrays. Your vocals are magical, and really carry the melody perfectly and playfully. Outstanding work here, my friend!

Dobré ránko 🫖🌝

Everyone’s a victim of some shit these days
Lost in their addiction or latest malaise
Or some new craze I’m amazed our days ain’t hazier than this
It seems to me our dreams are broken
Tragic scenes ain’t left unspoken
They’re cracked open in the hoping
other folk can find the bliss
How has it come to this 
But when that like lights on 
It doesn’t feel so wrong 
So I guess I’m gonna have to join the wrong song club
And spill my guts
But that’s the way we’re programmed 
Put the shit aside I’m guessing no man really can decide if it’s really wrong or right any time of day or any time of night

Join the club

un nouveau chill, avec essai de guitares et effet "space"

cœur d'étoile

Music by Dave Rose
An aborted song turned into a little instrumental. It used to be called Used To Be but, I did a much slower version which I preferred. I put this out a few days ago with a vocal but deleted it and replaced it with this version.
I kept running out of breath when I was singing it as I just couldn't get the lyrics to flow properly 😁

Easy Does It

Imaginary reunion

Well  I’m confused about the modern world, am I hero or villain?
Will the things my daddy taught me leave me in a cell just chilling
Well I’m willing to accept the change as long as daddy gets the blame
Cos I don’t even like the name he gave me
Now I don’t deal with stress that well
It should be daddy in this cell
And if he really loved me then he’d save me
I think that’s the size of this modern life , it’s never at my door
And I feign surprise at all the new lies I swear he’s heard before
Daddy tell em , tell em quick , tell em where you heard that shit
Before they nail my nutsacks to the floor
And I’m only 44
Could you please tell em for me that it’s been your reflected glory that I’ve been far too busy basking in
And from your hearts repository maybe rewrite my history
Tell em how much mummy loved her gin
So come on daddy step up and take the blame 
Don’t it break your heart to see me crying again 

Music and lyrics by Shane

Dads fault

Extending

Mac , music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics , vocals 

True, I'm still in love with you
despite all the bullshit that we have been through.
Even though our hearts have been torn in two,
we can grow, be strong, and build atop the ruins. 
You know you're worth every ounce of fight I've got left in me and I can't try to rest knowing that I won't sleep until this is right. So, pick up and fight for this, darling. True love is calling. And if you are willing, we could be happy together a lifetime. But, is it worth it?

Don’t listen to his hippie shit 
If your your looking for the king of love it’s gotta be a brit
And I think I might be it
Or at least a little bit
I don’t know if you’ve heard about me ?I’m quite exotic , tall  and swarthy and more sensitive than most
And have you ever heard of Byron ?cos I’ve spent half of my life trying to resurrect his ghost
It makes me more adept to understand the fairer sex
Let me take you home 
Cos baby there’s been something I been meaning to tell you
The smiles you give to him are causing pure living hell to  my heart
Oh let’s not start that shit 
I’ll just regret it
And I know you know that my loves the strongest 
Probably cos I keep going on for the longest 
But Christ 
I’m so fucking nice
And yeah true love is calling
But I’m singing softly 
It might be worth stalling 
Cos true love is costly

So what is true love if it ain’t true at all ?
Is it calling?

Every ounce of fight

Overland

Symphony in E Flat Minor - Conflictus 
I have attempted to create a potent emotional and technical foundation in this composition by using E-flat minor, to portray two critical intervals to define conflicting characters,  the minor second and the minor seventh.

To create an emotional profound darkness I have used cello melody in (E-flat minor) to immediately establishes a somber, monumental, and deeply introspective mood, setting the stage for a serious dramatic work that follows.

Acute Tension (Minor Second) has been deliberately used to injects the music with sharp dissonance and anguish. This abrasive, element drives conflict, often suggesting the intensity of the E-flat Phrygian mode.

Somber Depth (Minor Seventh) strings provide the essential melancholic color and stability of the minor key to allow for broad, cohesive irritating melodies to define chaos and conflict.

The use of alchemy pads & strings in between the abrasive, close tension of the minor second and the deep has successfully created a reflective sorrowful mood of the minor seventh.

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Symphony in E - Flat Minor, Conflictus

Cast of Characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals, lyrics, Ovation acoustic guitar, and composition

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and upright piano, and JJ's angels (voice synth)

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Collings mandolin

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST fiddle

Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Gibson Earl Scruggs banjo, production, mix, and mastering

This is the latest in our series of songs Carl has written about us. Being as both Tez, a lifelong, and to a lesser degree, Carl are Manchester United fans, Carl siezed on the opportunity to celebrate their shared fandom. Although the lyrics are a little inscrutable to us Americans, we love that football (soccer) fans from across the pond will know exactly what he's talking about. 

  Carl wrote this song on his acoustic guitar, and upon sharing it with us, we weren't sure as to the direction we wanted to take it. JJ threw down first, adding his good-time-sounding upright piano and strikingly beautiful organ to the mix first. He also added the subtle human voice choral synth you hear throughout. Enchanted with Carl's composition, Josh next added his bass and mandolin both in the same recording session, without even closing his DAW. Mark was in right after, adding his friendly fiddle solo as well as fiddle fills throughout. Being as the song is about him, Tez came along shortly after and added the tuneful intro and outro on his guitar. Then, as it was just about to sit for a while, Ken added his very tasteful, perfect drums to the mix, thus completing the rhythm section. 

  Before we put a bow on it, though, Stephen made it back from his week in the Colorado wilderness in time to add his magical banjo to the mix. Speaking of mixes, now it was time for one, and we turned it over to him, our in house pro, to do the honors.

  We all really enjoyed working on this one. It is an example of Eclectic Collective taking one of Carls songs and having our way with it. Always a team effort getting it over the line, but we always manage to do it. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Division Two Champs, '75
Small consolation for '74 cries
Fan wow land psyched
True Red Devil in this life

We fell to Leeds
Last Division 1
We had the Irish
Man, I followed them
McGrath didn't train
A different breed
Golden era
Boozed up greats as seed

Then, we mostly won
But still, these moments to memories shone
Keane's end at Juventus
His team's power won
Beast perseverance
2-3 semi so they march on

Teddy & Ole
Broken Bayern lines
Videos with no YouTube
In sport mad mind

Great from great, Cantona
Flying curve ball martial artist
Old Leeds leech
A la French finest

Man Utd before Glazier fud
Old Trafford dreams
Red Devil blood
A fan forever no matter loss
Good grinding Fergie
Our hairdryer boss

True Red Devil
Hughesy's volleys
Arsenal disheveled
Good Giggsy speed
End to end
Back of the net
Great teen we get
Front of our dreams

True Red Devil
Scars from Aguero
And Barce's better
New cycles please
We've been Malcolmed
Bought like shop
These greedy Glaziers fucking up
Our theatre of dreams

If only for Fergie time
We'd be doing just fine

True Red Devil - Eclectic Collective

Time for a Change-up to a recent New Classical Piano Improvisation that captures the light and refraction of the tones that come in and out of focus as the music flows.

May you enJOY.

© Gary Courtland-Miles  2025
℗  Gary Courtland-Miles  2025

Living Jewels *

'imprvisioned' 
another sleepless night that led to something live on my phone.

I can't imagine a world without you,
so now I know exactly what you felt
when you watched your folks a-growin'
beyond ages unbeknown
and inevitably faced the card we're dealt.

That we all live for dyin'; always trumps our best at tryin'
to cheat aging through fad diets and regimes.
But, I'm no longer lyin' to myself, and quite compliant, 
with defiant habits that will soon kill me.

Because without being with them, I'll have lost all of their wisdom 
of which typically flew right over my head.
And I wish I could've listened and embraced their larger vision, yet now I'm just wishin' I was the one dead.


imprvisioned

This is the 13th track made from my Grandad's poetry.

The others are here👇🏾
https://on.soundcloud.com/7RWUlc4x5lMqOxNecd
🧓🏼Papa's Poems ▶️ Songs ♾️

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Tuning 432Hz A Standard
Capo 6

Instruments
-Vocal and acoustic live
-Additonal backing vocal runs x 4
-Acoustic lead
-Acoustic picked rhythm
-Piano played on keys
-Native Flute played on keys
-Lost Reverse Alchemy pad played on keys
-5 String bass
-Marimba played on keys
-Cajon bass & snare played on keys 

To do
-lower bass in mix
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Papa 's notes on the poem are below the poem 🍃🍁🍂❤️
It's another real gem to have and I really adore how laser focused to nature he was.

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Sentenced without Trial (A poem by Bill Stapleton)

The executioner has come to cut thee down.
I know not for what crime.
The human race needs living space
And you have little time.

No counsel for your defence
No witness to your beauty
No guardian of your civil rights
It matters not - you're guilty!

Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

Did no one see you in Springtime
When your buds were awake in bloom
Did no one pass last Autumn
On your golden carpet, strewn

Why don't you run away?
The humans are coming fast
Don't just stand there and be acquired
Your security is past

Dumb innocence give me your seed
And let me away to sow
In some undeveloped land
Where the crocuses can grow.
......
Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

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23 February 1975
Bill says, " A considerable time had lapsed since I had written any poetry probably due to the shock of my heart attack. In fact I was not sure whether I could still do so. It was a great comfort to me therefore to achieve this poem after an elapse of nearly five years.
The theme of civil rights comes from the northern troubles. I got the idea while out for a walk around Silverpine, the lovely little roads now sadly changed by housing development. Many lovely old trees cut down while others await their fate with 'Security' and 'Acquired' boards ignominiously nailed to them.
The last verse is a lesson on how we can co-operate to save the situation by planting a new tree"

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Bill lived for nine more years after writing those words. It's interesting how the health shock effected his creativity and so nice he re-found it. Maybe a nice reminder to use our time well 🔆


I really love the third stanza. "Where are the lovers you shaded?..." Bill is looking at these condemned trees and wondering about the beautiful unconditional love it showed to people who are now no where to be seen when the trees need them. For me this wraps up what I've learned and had confirmed from Papa's poetry. Humans use the planet but get lost in our own pleasure and forget about what actually keeps us alive and what makes this such a wonderful planet to be on and that we do get to share. We share it with all the trees and eachother. We are however the only ones with either the intelligence to save it from ourselves or stay blinded and condemn it like these trees were condemned to their doom. Thanks Papa


This in my opinion is why laws against single use plastics and similar environmental saviours are so important. When idiosy decides to reverse them on a whim and because of only economics the indifference grows collectively and we lose our focus on the tree and the system as a whole. We then also forget that in focusing on the welfare of the tree, we focus on our own welfare. It's easy to forget this when we don't experience a direct relatable suffering however compassion towards the system still has our answers to a smoother future along side our dear tree friends 🫛

Sentenced without Trial

Just a shitty little ditty for no reason whatsoever 

Well as soon as sight restores my eyes
I get out of the bed after several tries
A quick crack of the blind to check the skies 
I must be outta my mind , there’s never no surprise 
But I’m alive i suppose 
Although I thrive as a ghost 
I’m just surviving at most
Confusing highness with hope
But I ain’t claiming I’m broke
When every days the same joke
It’s just the way that I cope
Turning brain cells to smoke 


And now my bowels are made of paper towels and hatred for my sinning 
I’m quite upset I haven’t fixed them yet , but if that’s the price then im winning
And I’m willing to continue on
This thrilling search for better songs
Delivered in a natural style
That withered off there for a while
I’ll promise you I’ll never use
Computers to replace the muse 
I’ll never judge the folk that do 
But subterfuge is like super glue
It sticks like shit and makes a mess 
And never hits like Dylan’s best
This was supposed to be a protest song  
I don’t know where that bloody ghost came from 
It’s just another mostly hopeless one 
The kind that hits the Holy Ghost in one
And writ in shifts between the blunts and bongs
I’ll probably quit now that the goings gone

Shit guitar and pointless musings by me

His highness of hope

Deep house with a soul — poetic, bluesy, and unapologetic.  
A rebel’s groove wrapped in Hammond warmth and desert-night rhythm.  
Where words hit as deep as the bassline.  
Created by H-dMan Such  
#deephouse #blueshouse #rebelsoul #poeticvibes #deepgroove



[ instrumental intro ]

on the way to Reno 

or  tu river Styx? 

you'v meet a lot of people

it was so  awfull creatures mix


some told  you how to do the things

others  would like to steal your fortune

like  crowns  used to steal  your golden ring


you'v started as a no name zero

in the in the middle of the nowhere 

building up your lifelong LEGO 

burning your parents dream.




when tower was high as their expectations 

as their  pink coloured dreams

you kicked it down-

that made  you feel 

your  dreams are still  real 

the dream was real

dream was real

don't repeat others  stupid mistakes 

you can make yourself better ones

how many times you may fell

that life is yours otherwise

your dream can be real

what's real can be dream

forget about stupid people



do not watch all your steps

no good deed will  remine unpunished

so do it whenewer you feel.

Dads fault

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