It's always good when the best is yet to come :) I think I'll stay seated and then stand up. Very nice fusion of the voice with the instruments and the reverb that surrounds everything protectively.

loving that spacious reverb sound, love the lyrics and relatable theme, wonderful performance!!!

Very wise lyrics. You have grasped the eternal performance. :)

Love the overall sound of the track. Takes me through time and a great message. 🪐

Ha! Love it...great concept.  Great song, but can't wait for your next one.  It's gonna be the best one you ever wrote.

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

EYES WIDE OPEN

The leaves are changing
There’s a chill in the air
So many people
Walking the same path

I hope they know
I hope they see

I chose a different road
I chose a different way
And now my eyes are open
My eyes are wide open

I’m on another hill
I watch as they pass me by
They seem to know
They have their destination

I hope they know
I hope they see

I chose a different road
I chose a different way
And now my eyes are open
My eyes are wide open

Such a wondrous time
So many colors
So many lives

All joined together
Some left behind
There’ll be another day
Another day

I chose a different road
I chose a different way
And now my eyes are open
My eyes are wide open

Eyes Wide Open

New start after finishing SC and Spotify Album - Eccentricity so Beautiful.
This title jumped off a page and lately in the live act we've been doing some 80s songs: I think that influenced the approach here.
 
Decarbonizing Aviation
Decarbonizing Aviation
 
It’s a new concsiousness
Vapor trails gone West
Sometimes you got to make a change
To keep love on forever’s path
Your shaking trees are exhausting me
Better a sundown heart to heart
 
Decarbonizing Aviation – night swimming and seeing it spark
Decarbonizing Aviation – going steady yeah not too fast
 
Glaciers and shrinking
Habitats and mourning
Can we glide the plane back home
Gotta give up on bad bad stuff
Seven days of denial nights
I think we know that enough’s enough

Decarbonising Aviation

Somewhere cross the world
People free and brave
Anything they want they take
It's a land of plenty
Enough for everyone
Except for those with none

Don't worry darling 
Little one dry your tears
It's somewhere far from here

Got tiny little hearts
To hear the way they live
So little love left to give
And if they got no house
They live on the street
Or maybe in a car's backseat

But don't worry darling
Little one dry your tears
It's somewhere far from here

Late at night they sing their songs
With all the grace of Babylon

My beautiful child
May you never see
What's become of their dream
Soon the day will be dawning
We'll wake and rise my darling
While somewhere night has fallen 
Somewhere far from here

But don't worry darling
Little one dry your tears
It's somewhere far from here

Somewhere Far From Here

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2024 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
Don't want to be a rose
You want to be a wildflower
Never mind the sun
You want to take a moon shower

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

You say you're getting old
You say you've reached a milestone mama
You're tired of being sold
You're tired of all the hometown drama

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

I love the way the moon glows
I love the way the wind blows
When it goes
Through your hair

Gonna be a wild ride mama
Gonna be a rodeo
Gonna be an LA drama
Gonna have to rope me down

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

Half A Mile From Here

And now for my next act
It's not the final one
That act is still to come
Now for my next act
Just when you thought it was done
It's only just begun
The best is yet to come

Now for my next act
Please, please don't leave yet
This is where it gets good
Now for my next act
A rabbit out of a hat
And on top of all that
The best is yet to come

I know the sun is soon to set
But I know I got so far to go before I rest

Now for my next act
Something you won't believe
Can you stay seated please
Now for my next act
I know it's getting late
But it's worth the wait
The best is yet to come

I know the sun is soon to set
But I know I got miles to go before I rest

Now for my next act
It's called the Tower of Doom'
Could you make some room
Now for my next act
Can I get a volunteer to stand up here

Now for my next act
It's not the final one
That act is still to come
Now for my next act
Just when you thought it was done 
It's only just begun

Now for my next act...

And Now For My Next Act

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Haunting One Seven

Pastoral Eventide

Best of me
Written and Recorded by ThreePhotons Jan 2025


Written in B-flat Major for my wife 😉
Trying for a vintage jazz sound. Thanks for listening. 
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Technical Details:

Rhythm Guitar: Gibson ES 175
Lead Guitar: Gibson ES 335
Guitar Amplifier: Fender George Benson Hot Rod Deluxe
Fender pedal board: Line 6 delay

Bass Guitar: Fender Squire recorded with API 505 DI
Mics: a pair of Royer r10 ribbons on guitars
Mic: AEA R44 vocals
Mic preamps: API 312

Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape.

Best of me

It's not often that an entire nation suddenly has its hands unshackled, its mouth ungagged and its cell door left ajar with an open invitation to leave the darkness and step into the light.

So, Syria, what's it to be?

Hmmm...?

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Artwork by Seagull
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Mother Syria

Hold my hand up to the sun to reach this smouldered rubble
Lift my eyes again with little patience left in trust
Assad years, father and son, each the devil’s double
Gassed and burned my cradle nation to blood-soaked mental dust

With his face alight the new guy’s mission, pure, sent from heaven
Promises truth, gold, light and god in his virgin presidential pledge
In the dead of night autocracy voted AK47
New boots crush freedom’s fingertips, as they’re clinging to the ledge

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
That cradled understanding of things earthly and divine?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
Or should we prepare the palliatives for your sectarian decline?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
On the path of sane humanity or on diabolos’ design?

Mother Syria will you renounce the suicide bomber’s blast?
Maybe seek out peace at last?

Mother Syria   ...   with Seagull and David Dunham

He walked the world with no socks and no shoes
Everybody be calling him the King of the Jews
He's got a whole damn church
You'd think that'd be enough
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

There's a hundred different ways
To have a little fun
But to walk the path of righteousness
There's only one
I was the favorite son until the day I wasn't
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

I get no pleasure from causing wreckage and ruin
It just happens to be the one thing I'm so good at doing

For centuries people been falling for me
Through greed, ambition, and lust
You'd think there'd be a little respect for Uncle Beelzebub
But for me they got scorn while for Him they get reborn
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

Take any ten souls together have 'em standing in a line
Take any ten souls together, eight of 'em are mine
Yet I cannot break free from this inadequacy
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

I get no pleasure from causing perpetual doom
It just happens to be the one thing I'm so good at doing

Had a girl in Cincinatti everything was going grand
Until Jesus comes along says take my hand little lamb
I had endless weed and coke
He had endless love and hope
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up
Everything was going well
Everything was going to hell
Things were swell 'til Jesus messed it up.

Jesus Messed It Up

I've always wanted to play this because it is one of my favorite songs. Let's just say it has been on my to-do list for a couple years and I've always been afraid to attempt it. Thank you for listening!! I appreciate you!

Yamaha Acoustic Guitar
Peavey Bass
6 different woven synths
Vocals

We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does
Faster than a bullet
From an empty gun
Turn yourself over
Loose change we could spend
Grinding down diamonds
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

People pushing harder
Up against themselves
Make their daggers sharper
Than their faces tell
Babe, its your time now
Loose change we could spend
Where we are going
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

Round the Bend (Beck Cover)

Even though there's nobody watching over
I offer this prayer to the empty air
That someone may see that someone may care
Even though...

Even though there's nobody watching over
With these hands I hold to a slender hope
That someone may hear that someone may know
Even though...

This whole world may explode
Still, I'll be at this bar drinking and praying alone
Even so, even so I know there's nobody watching over me

Even though I've no faith no more
I wanted to be lifted by the gospel choir
I want to be sanctified, I want to be sanctified
Even though...

Even though I'm one infinitesimal soul
I got no cause to believe
And yet I want to believe that
Somebody may be watching over me
Even though...

Even though there's nobody watching over...

And Now For My Next Act

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