Name: As If By Design by Wayne Johnson in Incumbent (2023)
Duration: 2 min 39 s
Description: Pinch a peck of pizzicato here and there, piano and piccolo... where?

Songs written and recorded in 2022 and 2023

Incumbent (2023)

Here's a live video the song, introduced by Christian. 
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJkdo0Pcmlw




I was 16 when I arrived in Liverpool, in 1955
I knew no one, thought no one knew me
Till I heard someone call out my name


At the port I was ordered to sign papers
but I could not read or write
Ashamed and weighed down
It said with me all through my life

Leaving Ireland, is my way back to you
I will return very soon
Over the sea that separates you and me

Part of a three track EP, Where lines meet, featuring Dónal Lunny 
Mastered by Ivan O'Shea live sound engineer for Danú. 
Bouzouki, guitar, bass and drum programming Dónal Lunny
All vocals, acoustic, ukulele Suzanne Ledwith
Music, lyrics and photograph by Suzanne Ledwith
Vocals, guitar and ukulele recorded by Suzanne Ledwith
All songs copywritten.

Leaving Ireland

Leaving Ireland feat: Dónal Lunny

Calm

Pinch a peck of pizzicato here and there, piano and piccolo... where?

As If By Design

Out there in the garden dark shadows aware
Mourning guild mischief where fate lies left bare
Out there in the garden don’t look away

You could be the prey

Out There In The Garden

Years have passed and I will never forget my one regret. A friend of mine jumped off of the Tobin Bridge in Boston because of the pressure his family put on him to send money back to them in his native country - They should all be crucified. This is my recollection. I should have been there for him that day - instead I was looking to be seen "AGAIN" - always craved attention... Full lyrics below
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who was I to you guess I was just a ghost reached out to everyone and played the clown but it turned out you needed me the most I wish i never ever let you down - but I was just a kid and i was oh so blind blinded by the selfishness that swallowed up my time craving the attention I missed out on as a child and made you feel alone that day in your darkest hour please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't do.
Was in the lunchroom making a cup of Joe - when you walked in trying to compose yourself - I felt like there was something I should know - but i bit my tongue cause I didn't want to pry - saw it in your eyes you were alone but carried on as if I didn't care truth was I was having a bad day consumed with all the problems of my own - but I was just a kid and I was oh so blind blinded by the selfishness that swallowed up my time craving the attention I missed out on as a child and made you feel alone that day in your darkest hour please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't do.
The next morning state police had questioned me they said that you had jumped the night before and even though they placed no blame on me - my aura showed that I was ugly
but I was just a kid and I was oh so blind blinded by the selfishness that swallowed up my time craving the attention I missed out on as a child and made you feel alone that day in your darkest hour please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't do.
please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't d----

One regret (for Diego)

It's twelve midday in Greenwich. A mean time indeed. Thanks to Rob Ellis for his pulsing bass playing and backing vocal; keeping the track on the rails.

GMT Distractions

Texte Français et Google Translate

CROYONS EN NOUS

Un peu de sens bien réaliste
Quand on y pense, tout çà existe
Cacher ses maux, ne pas les vivre
Regarder haut  çà nous enivre.
Un peu d’amour, rien qu’une larme
Se faire des jours posant les âmes
Seront t’ils beaux, fera t’il sombre ?
Dans chaque haut, il y’a une ombre.
Un peu d’argent juste ce qu’il faut
C’est indécent d’en avoir trop
Les coins de rue montrent la misère
Des homme perdus sans rien y faire.

Croyons en nous, croyons-y fort
Voyons le bout, et puis d'abord
Restons debout, au mauvais sorts
Pas à genoux, une fois encore.
Dans un mal fou prenant nos corps
Prendre des coups sans avoir tord
Pensons à nous une fois encore.
Un point c'est tout et puis alors.

Un peu de rêve, des brins d’espoirs
Que rien n’achève pour mieux y croire
De l’utopie plus que raison
Entendre oui plutôt que non.
Un peu de chance, des coups de pot
Quand çà avance sont jamais trop
Un p'tit bonheur c'est bon à prendre
Et le meilleur c'est beau à rendre.
Un peu d'oubli sur l'importance
Prendre la vie comme elle avance
A chaque trou il faut remplir
Et jusqu’au bout bien se le dire.

Croyons en nous...

LET'S BELIEVE IN OURSELVES

A bit of realistic meaning
When you think about it, it all exists
Hide your pain, don't live with it
Looking up high intoxicates us.
A little love, just a tear
Have days resting the souls
Will they be beautiful, will it be dark?
In every top, there is a shadow.
A little money just enough
It's indecent to have too much
Street corners show misery
Men lost without doing anything about it.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves
Let's see the end, and then first
Let's stay standing, bad luck
Not on your knees, again.
In a crazy evil taking over our bodies
Take blows without being wrong
Let us think of ourselves once again.
Period, that's all, so what.

A little dream, a bit of hope
That nothing ends to better believe it
Utopia more than reason
Hear yes rather than no.
A little luck, pot shots
When things progress, there are never too many
A little happiness is good to take
And the best part is beautiful.
A little forgetting about the importance
Take life as it goes
Each hole must be filled
And until the end, say it to yourself.

Let's believe in ourselves...

A little peace would be good
But we don't know what tomorrow is
A white flag slung over one shoulder
By slandering all the troubles.
A little emotion, which takes to the heart
Heat the cold for the best
Can do good in the spirit
Because for everyone nothing is written.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves

CROYONS EN NOUS

To the rock'n roll heroes

Bass guitars : Franck Leconte 
Drum Prog, Keyboards, Guitars and Vocals : Rino Lauciello 

Time Changes

The wacky adventures of Inspector Looso - New Fetchflix TV Show

soundcloud.com/user-461764443/sets/the-wacky-adventures-of

Inspector Looso got the precious information that the Phantom would be attending a party at Mrs. Diamond Palace, which would allow him to meet all the Phantom crime partners. Moreover, unexpectedly he was able to get a VIP invitation card. The highlight of the party would be the fashion show presenting garments from the two Chinese designers Lü Yan and Lan Yu. Unfortunately for Inspector Looso, the Phantom wickedly altered Looso’s invitation by changing the dress code from “Formal Wear” to “Provocative Rubber Fetish wear”. Armed with all his courage and a black Rubber Fetish wear from The Rubber Factory in Berlin as well as a full set of BDSM accessory such as Hood, Ball Gag, Plug, etc. he presented himself to the party dressed as ridiculously as he could look. The clash from his kinky cat suit in this world of gowns and tuxedos prorogued a commotion and angry looks. Pictures were made of the “Faux Pas”, which ended spreading like a virus on the Social Medias and Fakebook as an outrage to the classy world of fashion. Should Inspector Looso’s boss hear about this would he be in deep S word and be removed from the case? For sure, the Phantom found a way to get Looso out of his trail for a while.

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.”

Music: Syrel
Photography: Syrel, 
Portrait of Mrs. Diamond Málaga 2024, 
Palace: Juliusz Słowacki Theatre Krakow 2016
 
Musical Notes: I may have borrow some orchestral tricks from Sergey Prokofiev and Paul Dukas but hey, John Williams used as well the entire catalog from Richard Wagner, Gustav Holst, Erich Wolfgang Korngold, Max Steiner, Antonín Dvořák, and look at his net worth now.

The wacky adventures of Inspector Looso

Faux Pas at Mrs. Diamond’s Palace

The Top Floor

A collab a while back with Nate , a top guitar player 
Sitar and guitar 
Guitar Nathaniel Ehrnman 
Sitar Walker
written by Nathaniel Ehrnman  2024

Stay The Course II

Here I go again.  I keep going back to my synthwave roots.  There is something special about it being born in that era, the rhythms, the focus, the arpeggios, the trance like state it puts you in.  Perfect for studying, gaming, or focusing on anything.  I have a synthwave playlist on Tidal with 1500 songs called "Take Me To Tron" and I hope this lands on your playlist one day when it is released!

Enceladus

Jim Story

30-5-2025

A sea song for the sea season. About wine, whine and waterways. Rob Ellis on bass; he understands how to make things flow. 

Sat inside a bay window 
Waiting for the sun
Well read and wine for company.

The world outside is set aside
A moored boat in the bay
And yet again we seem to be at sea.

Little did we know what happened then
And yet again it is happening.

The rising tide a supine glide 
To strangers on the shore - bilk it Acker
Claret and a clarinet in hand.

The opaque sky like annahide
Enshrouds what’s yet to come
The nightfall is when we turn to sand.

Little did we know what happened then
And yet again it is happening.

We turn away pretend to pray
Unseen behind closed eyes
Afraid that the truth will make us blind.

As If By Design

Wayne Johnson

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