Dawn Of Doors Super Sped Up (Erynian Remix)

Cooking up the heat and boogie woogie with John. I had two things on my mind writing these lyrics ~ memories of working in a hotel in London when the chef set up a wooden chopping board at the far end of the kitchen, and expertly threw knives at it from the other end when he got pissed off with somebody ~ and seeing all my SoundCloud friends who also regularly burn their dinners when "just nipping back" to adjust a track they are recording :-D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmr7HfkkvcI

John Laurence: piano & instrumental composition https://soundcloud.com/john-poletti
Chris Okunbor: vocals, harp, lyrics, vocal composition

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Troubles in the Kitchen

Troubles In The Kitchen ~ Chris O & John Laurence (Video link in notes)

Running Out the Back Door by Keri Johnson

I will miss and love you forever big Sis.

We were holding on, wind against our face
you were the wild one while I played it safe

You told me I was strong, yet I still can break
the hardest times were only tears away

You held my hand, I held my breath
running out the back door

You were my best friend, now this heart won't mend
You had everything worth fighting for

You held my hand, I held my breath
running out the back door

You were my best friend, now this heart won't mend
tell me what I'm fighting for?

Well, its a cold, cold world, when there's no give and take
no one saw you holding your white flag

With a soul so pure, one they couldn't break
God would never make such a beautiful mistake

You held my hand, I held my breath
running out the back door

You were my best friend, now this heart won't mend
You had everything worth fighting for

You held my hand, I held my breath
running out the back door

You were my best friend, now this heart won't mend
tell me what I'm fighting for?

And the sky still cries every day since you left
to the rivers where you swam

And the mountains call, but their sound falls deaf
upon the green grass where we ran

Keri Johnson's Album

Running out the back door

Swift

I guess I've been hopping around the Cloud long enough to be influenced by all of you. This one is pretty strongly influenced by the bucolic musings of the Cloud King, Chris Pellnat @pretentiousmusic.

From Wikipedia: "Mud daubers are not normally aggressive, but can become belligerent when threatened. Stings are uncommon." To this I can relate.

Dirt Dauber

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Jittery lady
Adobe architect 
A potter, an artist of mud

It’s all for the baby
A tinge of regret
Your life, a labor of love
 
Work faster, you master 
Of plaster matte walls
Waddle and daubing your halls
 
You flickering onyx
My spindle waste friend
Slaving away til the end

Your moment is coming
You’ve almost arrived
Your masterpiece nearly complete

All in awe we applaud
And with tears in our eyes
As you fall from the skies to our feet

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt Dauber

Where the Mountains Meet the Ocean (Collab with Cpektir)

Rust

Simpson and Défago made camp, and it soon became clear that Défago senses – or at least he thought he sensed – some strange and fearful odor on the wind. That night, Simpson wakes to find Défago cowering in terror from something outside the tent. Later Défago runs off into the night, forcing Simpson to go and look for him. He follows his footprints in the snow for many miles, realizing that Défago's are not the only set of tracks. The larger set of footprints are not human, and gradually it seems that Défago's own tracks had metamorphosed into smaller versions of the larger set. Eventually, both sets of tracks vanish, and Simpson believes he hears Défago's distant voice calling out from somewhere in the sky above.
 ~Algernon Blackwood
The Wendingo

Added a bit of electric bass to the mix...always dig moving about the frets.

Campground

i´m proud to present the first collaboration with Textured Grooves - Rhythmical Melodic Adventures.
Terry Dixon : Drums - Percussion  and good vibes 
WÜST : Arrangement and Sound Design
please visit https://soundcloud.com/textured-grooves

Unpredictable Fluctuation by Textured Grooves - Rhythmical Melodic Adventures  & WÜST

Josef wrote me a piece about 2 years ago Soliloquy For Gina .https://soundcloud.com/user-351690291/soliloquy-for-gina   So I was listening to it and wrote a sequel so to speak and see if J wanted to play. 
This is our result  abstract a bit   but the sound is us We hope you enjoy !!
For more amazing music see Josef's Page.   
https://soundcloud.com/user-351690291

Collisions .......Gina & Josef

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco