lovely track. beautiful guitar and chords.

Loving this.  Sweet, smooth and comforting.  Very well played.

it is in fact no Gretsch $ Its a Harley Benton... :-D

Improvised L-guitar, excuse the flaws.

Demo Songs 2024

Funk with New Friend Gretsch

already a year on S.C....Special thanks to Badword for his a cappella...

OLD DAYS.   feat Badword

David k. A. Spencer: Music & Backing Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/david-spencer-543878720
Lioness Pinky: Backing Vocals

Cosmic Keanu: Lyrics, Vocals & Art

Grace

Travel through the midnight hour
On our way back home

The sun and stars our guide
And a prayer in our soul

The Word in our hearts and minds
Everything left behind

We will reach our destination,
There we will find

Love is patient,
Love is kind,
He’s The Way
The Truth
And the Life

And in our trials and tribulation
We sing a song of praise

In mercy and grace, He provides
In God we Trust, He’s always by our side

Nothing here worth clinging to,
All is left behind

When we reach our destination,
There we will find

Love is patient,
Love is kind,
He’s The Way
The Truth
And the Life

And in our trials and tribulation
We sing a song of praise

In mercy and grace, He provides
In God we Trust, He’s always by our side

And as this world crumbles to dust,
Even the sun, moon, and stars,
Thy Kingdom come
Thy Kingdom come
Thy will be done

Grace (David k. A. Spencer & Cosmic Keanu)

Uh Polka Dot Orange

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/WSOxYXMCH5I

The tragic fate of Ophelia from Hamlet (Shakespeare ) as told by Muette .
Translation after the French text

La blanche Ophelie 

Texte : Muette
Chant : Julia
Musique: Alain Illos

Que faites-vous mes morts,
Les bras croisés,
Quand la blanche Ophélie
De l'aurore à la nuit
Porte sa croix,
Vous faites quoi ?
Quand son ventre se tord,
Que ses pleurs la noient,
Que faites-vous mes morts ?
A quand la joie
Et à quand les renforts ?
A quoi sert qu'on vous prie ?
-Vous n'avez plus d'oreilles -
 Parler ou se taire : c’est pareil !
A quoi servent les mots dits ?
Que faites-vous mes morts,
Les bras croisés,
La regardant passer
Jusqu'à frôler vos bords ?
Et toi, tu sers à quoi,
Fixant celle qui se noie
Les mains blessées
De vouloir attraper
Toutes ces branches inutiles
Qui cassent quand les saisit
Dans le courant qui file
Notre blanche Ophélie ?
A quoi sert d'être mort
Si tu ignores encore
Ta fille au teint de cire
Qui dans l’onde s'enfonce,
Une couronne de souvenirs
En guise de réponses.

The white Ophelia

What are you doing my dead,
Arms folded,
When the white Ophelia
From dawn to night
Carries her cross,
What do you do?
When her belly twists,
When her tears drown her,
What do you do my dead?
When will there be joy
And when the reinforcements?
What's the use of praying to you?
-You have no ears -
 To speak or not to speak: it's all the same!
What use are words spoken?
What are you doing my dead,
Arms folded,
Watching it go by
Until it brushes against your edges?
And you, what are you good for,
Staring at the drowning one
Wounded hands
Trying to catch
All those useless branches
That break when you grab them
In the flowing current
Our white Ophelia?
What's the use of being dead
If you still don't know
Your waxen daughter
Who in the wave sinks,
A crown of memories
By way of answers.

La Blanche Ophélie  avec Julia  (translated text)

Words and Music Dave Rose
Lyrics

Its getting late and where are you
still running round town with god knows who
But when your new found friends 
well they're all long gone
You'll stagger homeward to your precious one

And lie here in my arms and lie to me
what I don't know won't hurt me so just lie...

And it's not as if we haven't been here before
Now the shoutings over the silence roars and there's a taxi by the door
And so you run to him but you'll tire of him and you know you will
Then I'll be waiting like so many times before

To lie here in my arms
and lie to me
What I don't know won't hurt me so
Just lie

Just Lie

Leaves are falling off the trees 
It’s like they’ve got some bad disease
I can feel the winter doldrums setting in
Like I’ve been popped with a pin
Go out in the yard and grab a rake
Don’t know how much more I can take
I’m wishing we were someplace sunny with palm trees and a beach
Where winter can’t reach
It’s been a crazy trip and somehow, we ended up here
Looks like we’re goanna have winter 
For at least another year
Watching the leaves turn from green to brown, 
They’re falling down
Onto the ground
Those summer days were great
but they went by too fast
We had a blast 
But now they’re past
Some people say they like the like the change of seasons 
But I can think of a lot of reasons
Why I’d rather live in a place that doesn’t get cold
Cause it quickly gets old
On those cold winter mornings
 I’ll have to scrape ice
Off my windshield it’s not goanna be nice
As my fingers grow numb
And frostbite nibbles on my nose  and my toes.
I have PTSD from last winter 
When I walked out of that bar
and I had to spend ten minutes shivering 
while the heater warmed up my car
Driving around with white knuckles 
As you watch for black ice
Every time you tap on the brakes
It Feels like you’re rolling the dice
Watching the leaves turn from green to brown, 
They’re falling down, onto the ground
Those summer days were great
but they went by too fast
We had a blast 
But now they’re past
Autumn’s kind of nice but winter’s coming fast
And we’re goanna get blown away by an icy winter blast
We’ll hunker down inside like two bears in hibernation
And when we go outside, we’ll wish we were on a warm vacation.

Autumn Blues

Different Day

This is a development of an earlier release “A Blank Canvas” with bass, drums and synth added to my acoustic and slide guitars by Danny MacLauchlan of The Online Recording Studio, who also mixed and mastered what has turned out to be a combination of Americana and Celtic mysticism.  Thanks very much Danny - a great job.

Also available on YouTube: https://youtu.be/Uv5vKL_eZ_8?feature=shared

Paint on Canvas

This is a song about a past of grief, regret, and guilt—and forgiving all of that. Is there a genre for pain lol?

Real Good Love

I grew up in the 1970's and learned music & guitar with the music of that age so I think that era's style is how I best express myself musically. 
I like the Alt Country sound today and like exploring that musically or whatever else catches my ear.
I like exploring and experimenting with virtual instruments and effects.

I am retired now and really like finding and listening to so many talented musicians, songwriters and vocalists on SoundCloud. At this point in my life I have the time to listen to most people's pages I find on Soundcloud or I see that have visited my page and have listened. Anyway, I find using SoundCloud very enjoyable and look forward to hearing more of the music y'all are creating.

I play Guild acoustics and Gibson, Epiphone electrics and several other misc. stringed instruments. 
I use a Nektar Impact LX88 Keyboard and record with Studio One.

Different Day

Paul_Rogers

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