Extra Out of Ordinary Futuristic PsyRocking Jazzy

Liking the idea and how the song came to be.

You always incorporate such interesting material, enjoying the beat work as well !

You get points just for knowing about the last words!  Great piece!

cool jazzy stuff with an awesome story! ☻

1935. “Schultz's last words were a strange stream-of-consciousness babble spoken in his hospital bed to police officers who attempted to calm him and question him for useful information. Although the police were unable to extract anything coherent from Schultz, his rambling was fully transcribed by a police stenographer."(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dutch_Schultz)

Published on SC 1 August 2022

The Road to Wigan Casino (ESO7 WIP)

The Last Words (of Dutch Schultz)

Percussion Mantra - Open Collab

Matthew Mantell - lyrics, composition, guitar, piano, vocals
James Donahue - bass, BGV, piano, production
Nick Falk - drums, percussion

Something Beautiful - Matthew Mantell

an east belfast version of an ancient classic
ok van morrison did it, so a 'sydenham' version :-) vm was from 'bloomfield' ( [and he could sing :))]....it's getting more and more 'local'

these are lesser used alt words version...i can't remember where i saw them but they were in my head and i'm sure i got them wrong, but hell, it's the folk tradition...file under impressionism :-)

she moved through the fair (traditional)

Scrambled with The Valuable Friends without whom this flight would not have been half as much fun.

@JanineLevinson - Co-Pilot known for flying without instruments, aka "Janners"
@Rick-4-1 - Bomb Aimer and Navigator aka "Mudlark"
@Phil-McWalter - Squadron 'ace' with handlebar moustache, black labrador and large unpaid bar tab in the mess. Plays tambourine badly, aka "Easy"

FLYING A LANCASTER BOMBER

Looking down at the waterfall from the windmill
We can see the land move 
You can see the land move
Yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move

I’m flying a Lancaster bomber 
Down the spiral stairs of your heart
Trying to get out before the lights touch
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Oh yeah we all move

I don’t wanna hear you go
Please don’t slam the door
You have taken me apart
Just like you did your car
I can’t help but look around
Whenever I get that perfume
I think that I have lost control
Just like our Saturdays

I’m flying a Lancaster bomber 
Down the spiral stairs of your heart
Trying to get out before the lights touch
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Looking down at the waterfall from the windmill
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
You can see the land move 
You can see the land move
Oh yeah we all move

But I don't want to be the one
To take off and fly alone
And what of my precious heart?
Will you be looking around
When I can't see the ground?
Or lost in my perfume
While I just float away?
As if it's Saturday?

Just like our Saturdays

Looking down at the waterfall from the windmill
We can see the land move 
You can see the land move
Yeah we all move

I don’t wanna hear you go
Please don’t slam the door
You have taken me apart
Just like you did your car
I can’t help but look around
Whenever I get that perfume
I think that I have lost control
Just like our Saturdays

Please don’t slam the door
I’m flying a Lancaster bomber 
Down the spiral stairs of your heart
Please don’t slam the door
Trying to get out before the lights touch
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
Trying to get out before the dam bursts
Oh yeah we all move
Oh yeah we all move
I’m flying a Lancaster bomber 
Down the spiral stairs of your heart
Please don’t slam the door

©Phil McWalter & Janine Levinson May 2022

Flying A Lancaster Bomber

■概要
5月の温かい砂浜、私たちは寝ころんで回想します・・
「青い海 白い砂浜 ！楽しかったね、グリーン島・・」
・・そんな雰囲気の曲です。

■ Overview
Warm sandy beaches in May, we lie down and recall ...
"Blue sea, white sand beach! It was fun, Green Island ..."
・ ・ It's a song with that kind of atmosphere.


■歌詞
「蜃気楼」

白い　砂浜に　寝ころぶ　君の手が
僕のみみに　押し当てた　貝殻の音

思い　浮かぶのは　はるか　南の国
ウミガメと　泳ぐのさ　グリーン島で

ワンピースの　裾を　まくった
君と　浅瀬で　泳ぐ僕

透き通った　海　きれいだね
君の　足くび　つかんじゃおう

そして　僕たちは　遊び疲れ　夕陽を見る
帰りの　フェリーが　来るまでは　星砂　手に取って　お話ししよう

幻を見ているようだ　蜃気楼のようだ
思い出したくなるような　旅を　僕ら　してた


黒い　サングラス　光った
君も見てる　蜃気楼の　ずっと向こう

思い　浮かぶのは　はるか　南の国
オレンジと　白ワイン　ほろ酔い気分

スカイレールで　白亜紀　超え
たどりついたよ　キュランダに

動物園で　コアラをみて
お腹がすいて　ハンバーガー

そして　僕たちは　遊び疲れ　夕陽を見る
高原列車が　僕たちを　眠りに　誘うよ　白亜の夢さ

幻を見ていたようだ　蜃気楼のようだ
思い出したこの記憶は　現実なのだろうか

あぁ・・潮風が吹いているよ　
ちょっとだけ　思い出した　ただそれだけ

(I want to go to that day・・・・・)

そして　僕たちは　遊び疲れ　夕陽を見る
貝殻　持って　帰ろうね　時々　後ろを　振り向きながら

幻を見ていたようだ　蜃気楼のようだった
思い出したくなるような　旅を　僕ら　してた

■ Lyrics (translation)
"mirage"

Lying on a white sand beach The sound of a seashell that your hand pressed against my ears

The country that comes to mind is far south
Swim with sea turtles on Green Island

You who rolled up the hem of One Piece, and I who swims in shallow water

The clear sea is beautiful
I'll grab your leg

And we are tired of playing and see the sunset
Let's talk while touching the star sand until the return ferry arrives

Seems to be seeing a phantom, like a mirage
We were on a journey that made us want to remember


Black sunglasses glowed
The mirage that you are also looking at

The country that comes to mind is far south
Feeling tipsy with orange and white wine

Beyond the Cretaceous on the Sky Rail
I've arrived in Kuranda

After seeing a koala at the zoo
We were hungry and ate a hamburger

And we are tired of playing and see the sunset
The plateau train invites us to sleep, a Cretaceous dream

Seems to have seen a phantom, like a mirage
Was this memory I remembered really real?

Ah ... the sea breeze is blowing.
I remembered a little,
That's it

(I want to go to that day ...)

And we are tired of playing and see the sunset
Let's bring the shells home, sometimes turning around

It was like a mirage.
We were on a journey that made us want to remember

Shinkirou(Mirage)

Stultifera Navis (Das Narrenschiff = Ship Of Fools) refers to a book of the same title by Sebastian Brant (1457-1521), first published in 1494. The work was translated into latin in 1497.

The picture shows a detail of a caricature on woodcut by Albrecht Dürer (1471-1528) produced for the work.





Stultifera Navis

1
The fridge is out of order
The food’s about to spoil
There’s something 'bout the water
And there’s big loss of oil
The captain has gone crazy
And the signaller disappeared
Some men are said to hang lazy
Somewhere in the rear

2
Blind passangers had been seen
On deck on stormy nights
They were wearing red raincoats
And their eyes looked pale and white
The rudder had been broken
The first officer’s missing tools
A three-band had been token
Upon this ship of fools

3
And in reality there’s nearly nobody
Who knows where it is heading to
But in fantasy there must be
Somebody who runs the show 
(rep.)

Stultifera Navis (rmx 22)

Rain, Rain.

the little lives of the ordinary people
brushed aside by the big ideas

drone footage overload from the very near east

brother

A song that touches on the realm of mental health and how we need to help break down the defence of such a powerful illness. It’s not a box to tick or a problem to solve its far more complicated than that. 
If theirs someone we love or just someone we know or even a complete stranger just shine a little light into there corner. This will let them now they are not alone and we are here to talk and help. 
The song as been recorded with live instruments remotely and me and Sarge  we would like to thank the musicians who got involved.
Sarge as produced, played several instrumentals and liaised with the other musicians to make this happen. Enjoy

Darkest Corner ~ Under This Sun _

Welcome to the load-bearing wall of sound.

Music: No boundaries / Knows no boundaries. I don’t look anything like my profile photograph; I'm actually slightly shorter and a figment of my own delusions.

संगीत: कोई सीमा नहीं। / कोई सीमा नहीं जानता।. मैं अपनी प्रोफ़ाइल फ़ोटो की तरह कुछ भी नहीं देखता; मैं वास्तव में थोड़ा छोटा हूं।

Музыка: Без границ / не знает границ. Я совсем не похож на фотографию своего профиля; Я на самом деле немного короче.

الموسيقى: بلا حدود / لا تعرف حدود. لا أبدو مثل صورة ملفي الشخصي ؛ أنا في الواقع أقصر قليلاً.

音乐：无界限/无界限。我看上去不像我的个人资料照片；我实际上略矮一些。

(Translation by Google)

The Last Words (of Dutch Schultz)

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