@user-936947521: Thanks Frans. I appreciate your comment. Greetings!

Nie będę obiektywny. Jedna z moich ulubionych piosenek wszechczasów. I - tak, jak pan to zrobił - należy ją grać i śpiewać w oparciu ściśle o oryginał. Pozdrawiam.

I remember this one! Great vocals & guitar work!

THE OBLIVION CRONICLES part 1-voice/text/music  François Bourgouin

Get That Train

Recorded by the sunday jam
On 11-3-24
At Gman Studios and Rhode Island Red Hatchery 
Photo:  Pale Blue Dot taken by Voyager space probe.  That pale blue dot is Earth. Carl Sagan wrote a great observation about this photo.

roller coaster 

We will all stop 
At the top
Of our roller coaster 
We all wonder what
The tipping will be like 
Like raw fear
Off the ledge plunging 
Into a whisper 
We all wonder what
Forever will be like

So
Please don’t waste another tear
Mourning each day’s passing 
Don’t let fear rule your life
Get back on that horse
And ride it even faster

And give thanks and praise 
In your own ways
For the promise of another 
New borne day

We will all stop
At the top
Of our roller coaster 
We all wonder what
The tipping will be like
A memory long forgotten 
Lies in an old photograph 
We all wonder what
Forever will be like

roller coaster

“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” - Carl Sagan

Shining Star

Well hey now
have you ever just had enough
And hey now
Has it ever become too much

Dig deep, deep down inside
Feel the spark that keeps you alive

Be the one you are
See what you are

A shining star
That’s what you are
A shining star

In every beat of the heart
Is a testament to the part
Of the role we all play
Signed in D-N-A
Coursing through our veins
As foretold
It unfolds

So now, right now
Feel the wonder all around you
And now, right now
Know the mystery that surrounds you

Dig deep, deep down inside
Feel the spark that keeps you alive

Be the one you are
See what you are

A shining star
That’s what you are
Yea
Shining star
That’s what you are
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Ahh

ShiningStar

Beyond Laniakea and the Supercluster there lies The Great Wall...apparently its only 10,000,000 light years across...  I think I'm running out of space...
I asked chatgtp how long it would take to travel that far in the fastest human built machine and it came up with this:

The fastest human-built machine so far is NASA's Parker Solar Probe, which reaches speeds of about 430,000 miles per hour (700,000 km/h) when slingshotting around the Sun.

Let's break it down:

Distance: 10 million light-years = 5.88 x 10¹⁹ miles
Speed: 430,000 miles per hour
Time: Distance ÷ Speed
Time = 1.37 x 10¹⁴ hours
= 15.6 billion years

So it would take the Parker Solar Probe roughly 15.6 billion years to travel 10 million light-years, assuming it could maintain that speed (which it can't).

That's longer than the current age of the universe (around 13.8 billion years).

My head hurts...

The Great Wall

Video can be watched here: 
https://youtu.be/exsXLHkB-IQ?si=bR_KHopATMiTGlZo
Greetings!

Nights in white satin, The Moody Blues, acoustic cover

Words and Music Dave Rose
I reloaded this yesterday but it seems to have gone astray, probably something I did, Doh.

Paul Rose Guitars and Keyboards
Me Vocals, Guitar, Bass and Drums
Lyrics

Looking at old photographs, well I had to laugh out loud
Looking at the hair and the clothes
What were we thinking of

Oh and how the world was changing
And we were being left behind
Like being carried along inside a whale
To another place in time

We all left school for the dole apparently no one wanted coal
And on the Tyne they were no longer building ships
They had all sailed East where it was cheap

Oh and how the world was changing
And we were being left behind
Like being carried along inside a whale
To another place in time

But looking at these photographs doesn't reflect none of that
These faces that I see and that I'm looking at
They're all smiles and attitude and laughs
We've all moved on and sadly some of us are long gone......

Photographs

Well laid down an enthralling, fast-paced, sweaty-eyed dancefloor track, calling it an open collab. 
Stonerjazz picked it up, marrying it to his expressive voice and instruments. As the ancient art of 
maieutic (look it up) serendipity (look this one up as well) would have it, Jeff and I had just finished 
an amazing poem which finely expressed what he heard in Well's sound. I can only guess how many 
hours he spent adding this, fine-tuning that, getting the balance right. In the end it sat there, all 
groomed in its weekday suit and asked to go out and play. Yeah, why don't you do that? (That's how 
jo tells the story at least).
 


My good and dear friend Jo Richter and I have been practicing a form of commando Free association poetry for a little bit now, Firing multiple replies to each others words across the void, rapidly --This Poem is one such project-- Initially done lightning Fast and then refined and modified for lyrical Flow and meaning-- To further complicate the process, i with Jo's encouragement used these word and some Sounds from my deepmind 6 to answer an open collaboration with music by our friend Well aka Hakan Skeneby

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and Jo Richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car

 in the nick of time
 he gave in to dissent
 for the mute perceptive mime
 manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine


 praise the unerring rebellion
 in subconsentious unison 

the empty shells of every single silly little thing
 ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults 
selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray 

vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
 with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
 where our homes are still purported to exist
 while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad, 

protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net 
of pleasant pleas -  and subltleties are colors bright and crude - 
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys - 

i thought that that  - that hat that sat so squat- was you
 at the academy of sovereignty
 where massive piles of bones and crows
 dominate the dark demeanor of the distant 

tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
 buying purple brands of pale deliverance 
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
 
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
 and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior
 down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted 

raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones 
ah the one and only poet of starvation
 standing in the market of used emotion
 endless isles, end base piles of sadness
 masters mean and dirty and their slaves

 bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
 there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none
 thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me 
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
 Now they're askin’ fifty, literally  frivolous dollars

mother of deception of the self
 see me on my knees, subordinate 
to her immaculate calamity
 that has transactional realities cooperate
 under towers dark with blinded blinds 
of my infantile infinity-

i asked my shadow: would she follow me 
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
 to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine 
where i might find a package deal on Love 

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters - 
shadows neither show nor speak concerning prinal matters!
 no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak
 drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
 since it became impossible to find an Avocado
 or my favorite alcohol
 just don't answer when she fails to call

Hakan's Shuffle(the Nitro club mix) in collaboration with Well and Jo Richter-140bpm

As usually, a song about me and I... A bit more powerful than usual, maybe

All was there

I Corintios 1:2

A la iglesia de Dios que está en Corinto, a
 los santificados en Cristo Jesús!!
Los santos llamados!!
con todos aquellos
Que invocan el Nombre de nuestro Señor Jesucristo
En todo lugar!!
Señor de ellos y  y nuestro!!

Que invocan el nombre de nuestro Señor Jesucristo
en todo lugar!!
Que invocan el nombre de nuestro Señor Jesucristo
en todo lugar!!
Señor de ellos y nuestro!!

🌹🎻🌺🎶🌱🌷🎻🌹🌷🌸🌺

To the church of God which is in Corinth,
To those who have
Been sanctified in Christ Jesus,
The called saints, with all those
Who call upon the name of our Lord Jesus Christ
In every place,
Who is theirs and ours

Who call upon the name of our Lord Jesus Christ
In every place
Who call upon the name of our Lord Jesus Christ
In every place
Who is theirs and ours.


1 Corinthians 1:2

🎻🌹🌺🎶🌷🌱🌹🎻🌺🌸🌱🌷

A_la_iglesia_de_Dios_que_esta_en_Corinto 🌺🌱🌹 To The Church Of God.. 🌹🎻🎶

This terrific song is one of the most beautiful songs of mourning I've ever heard.

Via Con Dios

Music allows me to gain strength to move forward. Sometimes the ubiquitous internet is annoying, but it's great that there are places like this where people from all over the world can share their music. 
Mostly I do covers from my childhood and early youth. In this way, I am reminded of these beautiful times.
On tracks where is not indicated "cover" it means it is my oryginal music.
Greetings to you all!

Nights in white satin, The Moody Blues, acoustic cover

Wojciech M

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