The second song with which I had the pleasure of making with the amazing Amanda Sanderson! 
soundcloud.com/phoebeelena.   We hope you enjoy and thank you very much for listening!

Amanda Sanderson: Vocals, lyrics, art work
Me: music, mixing

Lyrics:

How did it end this way?
So much pain on display.

So needless this distress, 
Despair and emptiness.

This cannot sustain, 
Whoever is to blame,
This is the end of the game.

How did it end this way? 
So much pain on display.

So needless this distress, 
Despair and emptiness.

This cannot sustain, 
Whoever is to blame,
This is the end of the game.

Got to rid my mind, 
Leave it all behind.

From darkness to light, 
Got to rid my mind, 
Darkness to light...

On Display (with Amanda Sanderson)

2019
Full album: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrJpSfVhb…&feature=youtu.be

Vernulsya

Cold Waters

Euphobia

Unkind 

hear my fable of past time
pull up close eyes wide
spend time in the maze of a dark mind
that escaped from a past so unkind
I use to hang out at night with the aimless
called them friends of mine
trouble makers, wild and wasted
too dumb for the art of real crime

John got on a train for his boomtown
James ended his days in jail
Peter wanted to make his dear mom proud
never ended the chase for his own tail
these days I count myself lucky
no need for a rabbits paw
chosen and beloved by an angel
no sense to be made of what I saw

these days spent by an ocean
warmed by sunny skies
past time all a blur like illusion
comes back with the shills of a gulls cry

I dream lyrics and cosine 
I walk through the forest blind
you pencil the points of a timeline
connects with a past so unkind
Jesus, send me the blueprint
grand scope of your one design
consider the facts of my own sin
entwined with the cycles of time 

these days I count myself lucky
no need for a rabbits paw
chosen and beloved by an angel
no sense to be made of what I saw
hear my fable of past time
pull up close eyes wide
spend time in the maze of a dark mind
that escaped from a past so unkind

Unkind

I have a lot of material finished now that I was going to inflict on the world earlier in the year but then the stuff that has happened and is still happening happened. A lot of my new tracks are a bit on the heavy/morose/miserable side, but this one about fear of haircuts is relatively cheery - and haircuts are kind of topical at the moment - so there is that.
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Your hair is growing
With some profusion
Soon it will
Cover your eyes
I foresee problems in
High wind conditions and
Risk of entanglement in
Branches of thorny shrubs

I know you don’t wanna hear it
But we all
Know when it’s time it’s

Time for a trim, it's time for a trim, time for a trim
Time for a trim, it's time for a trim, time for a trim
Time for a trim, it’s time for a trim, it's time for a trim
We all know when it’s time for a trim

Your hair is growing
With great profusion
Soon it will
Obscure your vision
I foresee problems
Problems at bath time and
Risk of entanglement in
Open machinery

I know you don't wanna hear it [etc.]
[Repeat chorus]

It's time for a trim it's
Time for a trim it's
Time for a trim it's
Time to face your fear

It’s alright for girls they
They know the secret language of haircuts (but)
I just don't want to look stupid
All I really want is the same as whatever it was you did last time

Mm I think it's time for trim
That's now clear to everyone

I know you don't wanna hear it [etc.]

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Produced arranged composed performed recorded & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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The picture (detail) is from 'It Was Time for a Trim' by the incomparable Kelly Puissegur.

Time For A Trim

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Evocation Evaporation

From the last death rattle of a disembodied soul
To Health, Wealth & Happiness
Somewhere in between 
lies the Balance
In the Centre, 
The  Meaning -
Oscillation between Parameters
Dust to Dust and all things Pass
Until then Inhale Freedom
Exhale the toxic waste
Move on forever forwards
Towards that beckoning Dusk.......
Evocation Evaporation


Evocation Evaporation

The washing machines had a gutsful
It’s raining again on the lawn
There’s muck on the floor and there’s mud in your hair
Can I wipe can I clean any more?

O woman rise up from your ashes
so you don’t thrill to clean any more,
Spin around and at least you’ll get dizzy
and there’s plenty of food on the floor

O I don’t expect joy all the time,
And I never expected true bliss,
But when we fell down and made babies
I didn’t anticipate this!

There’s a strange sense of wild in my head now,
There’s a part of me drifting away
Watch a woman down there in the kitchen
as I unclip one side of me brain


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This is one of my older songs that I am still quite fond of..  I have had fun mixing it up with some random sounds from my laundry and goodness knows where else while I was in creative mode!  And yes, that picture IS the machine performing in the piece.. :-))
Written sung made and played by Emma.

Washing Machine Song...  (O I don't expect joy ALL the time!)

Out Of The Sky

Dancing Ice Crystals

Performed And Recorded By DMc August 2020.
Written By Rufus Thomas 1963

Walking The Dog (Lyrics)

Baby, back
Dressed in black
Silver buttons up and down her back
High hose, tippy toes
She broke the needle and she can't sew
Walking the dog

[Chorus]
I am just a walking the dog
If you don't know how to do it
I will show you how to walk the dog

[Verse 1]
I asked her mother for fifteen cents
I see you ever jumped the fence
I jumped so high, touched the skies
Did not get back until a quarter to five
Walking the dog

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Tell me Mary, what is your twelve
How does your garden grow
What with silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row
Walking the dog
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Baby, back
Dressed in black
Silver buttons all down her back
High hose, tippy toes
She broke the needle and she can't sew
Walking the dog

[Chorus)
I'm Just Walking
I'm Just Walking
I'm just walking
I'm just walking
If you do'nt know how to do it
I will show you how to walk the dog
If you don't know how to do it
I'll show you how to walk the dog
If you don't know how to do it
I'll show you how to walk the dog

All Lyrics Written By Rufus Thomas @Copyright1963.

Walking The Dog (Soul Shaker EP)

made by recording bass while listening to https://soundcloud.com/mauri-konttinen/guitar-and-synth-jam-08082020  then recording to that bassline.

Oh Eight Oo!!

Music's got a hold of me.
I am also half of Fictive Sisters https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com

I have a soundcloud manifesto too (I know almost no one cares):
(1) I do not want to win at soundcloud
(2) I respect people who listen by trying to do work that is as good as I can make it but I may attempt (and possibly fail badly at) different kinds of music so you will probably find some of my tracks suck quite badly even if you like others
(3) If I follow you please feel no obligation to follow me back or to listen to my tracks because I know different people like different things
(4) If you follow me please don’t expect me automatically to follow you back because as I said different people like different things. I try to listen to most new uploads of the people I do follow, so there are only so many people I can meaningfully follow (and only so many reposts I can cope with) at any one time before it all gets a bit overwhelming
(5) If I add a track of yours to my likes that means I particularly like it and if I comment on a track that means I really did want to communicate something. I do not do these things expecting or wanting anything in return or fishing for listeners/followers etc.
(6) Soundcloud (still) can be wonderful and has wonderful people in its universe but some aspects of it do my head in and so I am putting this out here so everyone knows where I am coming from. This is not intended as criticism of anyone else, it is just what works for me

Time For A Trim

Michael Wheelwright