When the bass comes in right here ... it's huge!

great stuff! loved the vocals and vibe of the song, i enjoyed listening

what is that last chord before the chorus?  Sounds like it shouldn't work but really does

yo, nice ! take a look to my kinda remix of riders of the storm https://soundcloud.com/mystica-sp/a-good-day

Доставило, Яп послушал все что в разработке

Can't believe I missed this one - a right splendid track! :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9PzfPAc74g

Zelda

Words & Music - Beth Williams
2015 LIVE PERFORMANCE: https://youtu.be/2TyP3VirSbA

Unknown album (12/30/2011 2:40:56 PM)

The Girl - Beth Williams

Copyright Tim Hardin (Mercury) / Vocal Copyright Nat Daniels 2022
Gentle Rain Records
* Lyrics revised to create Bridge - by Nat Daniels
Performed & Produced - Nat Daniels 

Lyrics:

Reason to Believe

Lyrics

 
If I listened long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still, I look to find a reason to believe

Someone like you makes it hard to live without
Somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give
Never think about myself

If I gave you time to change my mind
I'd find a way to leave the past behind
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still, I look to find a reason to believe

Someone like you makes it easy to live without
Somebody else
Someone like you makes it hard to give
* And with it all the hope I felt 

Bridge - By Nat Daniels
Your words are sweet but your heart is cold
Behind your smile, I see your soul,
But Nothing I do is ever enough
You criticise and control and call it love.. 
... it isn't love...

If I listen long enough to you
I'd find a way to believe that it's all true
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still, I look to find a reason to believe
Still, I look to find a reason to believe..

Reason to Believe

Reason To Believe (Cover)

I think we sometimes worry too much about what someone else may think and not enough about what we think is right. It's like being in a lecture afraid to raise your hand to ask a question because you are afraid others will laugh at you but come to find out everyone had the same question.Live your life your terms. just don't hurt anyone and respect others

lyrics
now that I'/ older and my sight is poor
I can see things I never saw before
now that I'm older and my hearing is poor I can hear all the things you've been telling me for years

I see the old men alone in the park
wishing they were younger and had a new start
I didn't realize until just now
that I am living their dream every time I wake up
but the dream's slipped into the shadows for me
it's slipped through my hands
time hides in the shadows and waits, disguised as forever 
until it's too late

you can't go back you can only regret
so take your best shot don't second guess
you can feel what is right and you know what is wrong
don't just write down the words you're thinking
stand up and sing the song out loud

don't worry about what others might say
at the end of it all it's your own judgement day

It's your call

The 1st single of our upcoming album!
Check out the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOxUxT5ZsIg
llari I. Rantala (I-la-rI) - Vocals, Bass Guitar & Lyrics
Kari Karhumaa - Acoustic Guitar, Keys & Drum Machine Programming
Composed by SÿntaxxËrror.
Produced by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)
Art & Logo by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)

© 2023 SÿntaxxËrror. All rights reserved.

I'm Dreaming (All Night)

Dear friends - a little song about our little ones (in Swedish).
The melody has been approved by my lovely little granddaughter Greta!
Today, June 6, 2023, is a big day for Sweden. We are celebrating the 500th anniversary of our country in its current form. It feels good!
Approximate translation into English below:

What amuses Children

What amuses children
it is not easy to understand
but the reality is
that it is good when the children smile

To swing really high against the sky
so that the world changes
it can be upside down
and then the children laugh out loud

When the children feel bad
and when life feels so sad
then it sometimes helps
when grandpa reads them a fairy tale

In this modern age
there have been things that are fun
and which opens up our world
with pictures from a distant land

I know kids like animals
both small ones and those you can ride on
and when the children hug them
then both animals and children enjoy it

In Swedish:
Vad roar Barn

Vad är det som roar barn
det är inte lätt att förstå
men verkligheten är
att det är bra när barnen ler

Att gunga riktigt högt emot skyn
så att världen ändrar sig
den kan bli upp och ner
och då skrattar barnen högt

När barnen känner sig dåliga
och när livet känns så trist
då hjälper det ibland
när morfar läser en saga för dom

I denna moderna tid
det har kommit grejer som är kul
och som öppnar våran värld
med bilder från ett fjärran land

Jag vet att barn gillar djur
både små och dom man kan åka på
och när barnen kramar dom
då njuter både djur och barn

Vad roar Barn (What amuses Kids)(Lyrics in English below)

A Ride In The Dark

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

In the aftermath of Bri's death, me and my brother Gal had many conversations about ways in which we could celebrate his life, particularly in regard to his music.  His songs were the soundtrack to our life, pretty much uncelebrated outside of the family circle but as important to us as those that spawned lifelong careers for their creators in the big wide world existing outside the close-knit Reeves clan.
Through his membership at the mental health charity Core Arts, Gal became aware of SoundCloud.  In May 2012, he logged-in for the very first time and quickly  became utterly fascinated with the site.  Before long, he created a page called ‘Mountain Songs’, so named after Rocky Mountain, the alter-ego Bri had adopted during his late teenage years.
More in hope than expectation, Gal posted a few songs. Plays didn’t exactly flood-in at first, until Gal realised that to get, one had to give, so he set about finding artists whose music pushed all the right buttons. So began an obsession that would take him to unexpected horizons and which, in return, brought many to the Mountain Songs page. 
One who returned time after time was an Australian artist called ‘Chris O’, who left behind so many positive, encouraging comments.  At that stage he didn’t even know how to reply to these but Chris took the trouble to educate him in the finer points of SC etiquette and as time went on, a true music friendship was born.  When she was touring the UK, she even took the trouble to visit him on more than once occasion, virtual friends becoming in-the-flesh real.  
A few months ago, Chris sent Gal the most wonderful present.  Previously, Gal had sent her a link to a video he’d once made of cloud formations, which Chris seemed to enjoy very much.  Consequently, her gift was a wonderful video of clouds, seen from ground level and also from various aeroplane trips she'd taken over the years, accompanied by a stunning song called ‘Looking Up and Down’ which, to Gal’s amazement, she dedicated to him:   
https://youtu.be/3fHo4B1x_BY?si=3q2-8Vo_e3sJ10q9
Around the same time, Chris had left a comment under the Cripple Club song ‘My Atheist Angels’, lamenting that she had never found the love I had with Jo but in her usual way, expressing solace that she nonetheless had her “guitars, banjos and songs”.  This got me thinking that  maybe Chris had no idea how much and how widely she is herself loved.  And so started the germ of an idea for a song that would express my admiration for her talent and drive.  I know there are many among you who’d agree and hope I’ve managed to encapsulate that admiration in the track.  Many thanks for reading and listening.  (Terry Reeves)   

I met a brave woman by the name of Mrs O
Playing ‘The Blues’ flying high sometimes flying low
Guitars and Banjos pitching..always acoustic 
Singing and sharing a love affair with music

The Love Of Mrs O

No distance too far, mile by mile growing warm
Confidence of written word believing in art-form
Marriage strings and voice harmonising sounds
The love of freedom scales tightly in bounds 

The Love Of Mrs O

Concerts of brave, pulse to a time
Ensemble in waves, helping the climb
Brothers of blues, traveller of love
Live music choose, to fit like a glove

The Love Of Mrs O

Mrs O keeps soaring magnum opus in her hands
Song of friendship for a man from many bands
Expanse of cumulus clouds, filming for all to see
Never hiding from the challenge in the Nebulosity 

The Love Of Mrs O

Up and down across the world finding a closeness
No discrimination of any kind, love is always best
From ‘The Beatles’ land to a Sydney education 
Fondness for Mrs O, giving a continuous ovation

The Love Of Mrs O

THE LOVE OF MRS. O - CRIPPLE CLUB

Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches a.k.a. Jo Richter (@sonic-textures) wrote a series of 13 poems or cantos collectively titled Departure. He shared the texts with me, Stonerjazz, and Re-Evolution Cafe Orchestra and we have been working on the project of bringing them alive with music and soundscapes. We are hoping more SC artists will join us! Please reach out if you're interested in doing a reading. Check out the full playlist of Cantos so far here: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/departure-a-long-poem-in

On this track, the poem is read by Jo. He also created much of the soundscape. I contributed the bassier and more synthetic sounding parts.

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

Departure: Canto IV w/ sonic structures and silent stretches

The Brokedown Cars:

Lena Zoldak: guitars
Slava Kuderko: bass guitar, mastering
Kirill Zelepukin: drums
Vadim Zeberg: guitar, vocals

Mixed by Slava Kuderko
Covert Art: Sasha Konoplina
https://www.behance.net/sashakonoplina

The Brokedown Cars - Red Balloons

HERE SHE COMES-THERE SHE GOES
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2015/2019/2020
Re-Mastered by Andrew Borderick OCT 2020

THEY WERE THE DAY'S WE'D GO OUT AND MEET ONE
A FRIEND AT THE BAR OR SWIMMING WITH YOU YOU YOU YOU
REMEMBER THE DAY'S OF THE OLD DUKE BOX
WHEN WE DANCED THAT NIGHT WHEN I MET YOU

GONE ARE THE DAY'S IT'S ALL ABOUT FACE'S
A CLICK ON THE NET AND I CATCH YOU YOU YOU YOU
MAY'BE WE'LL FALL IN TWO PLACE'S
TAKE A CHANCE ON YOU AND WHAT IS TRUE

HERE SHE COMES THERE SHE GOES

EVERYONE'S OUT FALLING ON THE WEEKEND
OTHER'S ARE HOME SURFING FOR YOU YOU YOU YOU
TAKE SOME TIME AND WE MIGHT BELIEVE IN
THAT SOMEDAY YOU'LL FIND THE ONE FOR YOU

HERE SHE COME'S THERE SHE GOES

The Brokedown Cars - Red Balloons

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