Moving On

Written and composed by Michael Duffy
Produced, Recorded and Mastered by Terry Mcginty
Valley Music Studios, Ballybofey, Co.Donegal

Michael Duffy - Songwriter, Vocals, Guitar
Terry Mcginty - Guitar, Harmonies,  Percussions
Eamonn Karran - Piano

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Moving On - Original Song

Imagine there is no up or down, no ground beneath you, only the endless expanse of nothing. The silence is absolute, no air to carry sound.
The only rhythm is your heartbeat. 
The universe cradles you and you float weightless and free.
Only one weightless soundcloud ;-)

curious about the movie?
https://youtu.be/1uyXsPcwDVQ?si=BQdGS90JWT4ot5zB

Weightless

Wheightless

Tropic Hour Amber Echoes (CBV9)

Tender Melody Calm (MBV10)

BEFORE IT RAINS — Track Description

A haunting, late-night reflection wrapped in atmospheric guitar and brooding blues. Before It Rains dives into that uneasy moment when the sky darkens, emotions crack, and we know the storm is coming — outside and in. The DC Sound Project captures the quiet tension before everything breaks… while still holding onto the hope that the first drop might wash something clean.

Written by Les Corlett and brought to life by Phil Dutton’s stirring vocals, layered guitars, and driving rhythm, the track blends mood, storytelling and raw honesty — a soundtrack for anyone who has stood on the edge of change, waiting for the thunder to roll.

Dark clouds. Bright truth.
Listen… before it rains.

Lyrics
I have no reason,
To believe in.
I'm not fallin' for their lies. 
I'm sure you'd hear a pin drop,
While they decorate the sky.
With flags unfurled, 
I saw the girl,
Tears were in her eyes.
I hope I make it home,
Before it rains.

My memory took a holiday,
For about a year or two.
And in that time,
I couldn't find,
Another one like you.
I grit my teeth,
On a razors edge, 
Until I saw the truth.
I hope I make it home,
Before it rains.
I'm not here just to testify, 
Or lay bare my very soul.
Damn my luck,
And my bad heath.
I hope I make it home,
Before it rains.
I hope I make it home,
Before it rains.


BEFORE IT RAINS

Deux sur la balançoire     (translater after French text)
Vidéo : https://youtu.be/kBOXxAyeFNY
Texte : Mélanie Pilon
Chant : Julie
Musique : Alain Illos

Deux sur la balançoire 
Vos cheveux mélangés 
Qui rit, qui chante, fais voir 
Laquelle sur le côté 

Je ne me rappelle pas
Tout est flou, c’est trop sombre 
Est-ce ta main ou la sienne ?
Pas de lumière sans ombre 

C’est hier ou demain
La scène rejouée 
Je n’y comprends plus rien
La robe est dégrafée 

Deux sur la balançoire
Vos blanches mains mêlées
Il fait chaud, quelle histoire
J’ai bien tout oublié 

Jamais on ne saura,
Ton sur ton c’est trop tard
Qui d’elle ou bien de toi
Serrait la corde noire

Dans le jardin d’Auteuil 
A la fin de l’été 
Je reconnais les feuilles 
Et l’ombre du figuier

Mais montre moi encore 
Sur le siège rouillé 
Ces deux filles dehors
Aux visages familiers

Ces traits si jeunes alors
L’une est grande, l’autre frêle 
Où sont-elles, je l’ignore
Insouciantes et rebelles 

Mettons fin au supplice
Peut-on mieux regarder
Un détail, un indice  
A dû nous échapper

Jamais on ne saura,
Ton sur ton c’est trop tard
Qui d’elle ou bien de toi
Serrait la corde noire

Mais tout de même ce décor,
Me revient, oui c’est ça 
Re montre moi encore 
C’est Auteuil, amène-moi ! 

A qui est la capeline 
Est-ce à Jeanne, à Clara 
Peut-être à la voisine
Ou alors c’est à moi ?

Qui donc est cette gamine 
Avec sa sœur là bas
Ou alors sa cousine
Je ne m’en souviens pas

Deux sur la balançoire
Vos blanches mains mêlées
Il fait chaud, quelle histoire
J’ai bien tout oublié

Two on the swing

Two on the swing
Your hair intertwined
Who's laughing, who's singing, let me see
Which one on the side

I don't remember
Everything is blurry, it's too dark
Is it your hand or hers?
No light without shadow

Is it yesterday or tomorrow?
The scene replayed 
I don't understand anything anymore
The dress is unfastened 

Two on the swing
Your white hands intertwined
It's hot, what a story
I've forgotten everything 

We'll never know,
Tone on tone, it's too late
Which one, her or you,
Was holding the black rope

In the garden of Auteuil 
At the end of summer 
I recognize the leaves 
And the shadow of the fig tree

But show me again 
On rusty bench 
Those two girls outside
With familiar faces

Those features so young then
One tall, the other frail 
Where are they, I don't know
Carefree and rebellious 

Let's end the torment
Can we look more closely?
A detail, a clue  
Must have escaped us.

We'll never know,
Tone on tone, it's too late.
Who, her or you,
Was tightening the black rope?

But still, this setting,
Comes back to me, yes, that's it. 
Show me again. 
It's Auteuil, take me there! 

Whose is the wide-brimmed hat? 
Is it Jeanne's, Clara's? 
Maybe the neighbor's?
Or is it mine?

Who is that little girl 
With her sister over there?
Or is it her cousin?
I can't remember.

Two on the swing,
Your white hands intertwined.
It's hot, what a story.
I've forgotten everything.

Deux sur la balançoire avec Julie

"Love, real love, is being seen. Being known" - Cassandra Clare.

Known

Vue sur mer  ( translated after French text )

Vidéo: https://youtu.be/flteI1H-s1o
Texte: Muette et Alain
Musique: Alain Illos
J’ai longtemps confondu partir et m’évader
Et je changeais de ciel pour ne pas me lasser.
Je faisais mes valises avant de m’attacher,
Cherchant dans l’absolu un sens à inventer.
J’ai traversé des mers dont j’oubliais le nom,
Dormi dans des hôtels bien trop vastes pour mes rêves,
Les grandes villes me vendaient leurs promesses en carton,
Que je photographiais avec une sorte de fièvre .
On croit que le bonheur se cache dans ce qui brille,
Dans l’éclat du décor, dans le doux corps des filles.
On achète, on possède mais on devient aigri.
À force de chercher, le désir s’est enfui.
J’ai brûlé des amours à durée limitée,
Des promesses d’un jour destinées à sombrer,
Rêvant de pas errants qui deviendraient chemin
Mais on repartait vite, chacun son lendemain.
Dans une maison blanche ouverte sur la mer,
Avec des volets bleus battant au rythme des prières.
J’ai cru trouver l’amour, le nid qui va avec,
Une vue sur l’océan, un été un peu sec.
On croit que le bonheur se cache dans ce qui brille
Dans l’éclat du décor, dans le doux corps des filles.
On achète, on possède mais on devient aigri.
À force de chercher, le désir s’est enfui.
Aujourd’hui je regarde les jours passer lentement,
Je n’attends plus vraiment des sentiments parfaits,
Oubliés mes départs, mes brusques revirements,
J’apprends à rester là, et je m’en satisfais.
On croit que le bonheur se cache dans ce qui brille
Dans l’éclat du décor, dans le doux corps des filles
Je sais au fond de moi que ce qui me suffit,
C’est une vue sur parking balayé par la pluie
En noir et blanc.

Vue sur mer
For a long time, I confused leaving with escaping,
And I changed skies so as not to grow weary.
I packed my bags before settling down,
Searching in the absolute for a meaning to invent.
I crossed seas whose names I forgot,
Slept in hotels far too vast for my dreams,
Big cities sold me their cardboard promises,
Which I photographed with a kind of fever.
We believe that happiness is hidden in what shines,
In the glitz of the decor, in the soft bodies of girls.
We buy, we possess, but we become bitter.
By dint of searching, desire has fled.
I burned through short-lived loves,
Promises of a day destined to fade,
Dreaming of wandering steps that would become a path
But we quickly left, each to their own tomorrow.
In a white house overlooking the sea,
With blue shutters flapping to the rhythm of prayers.
I thought I had found love, the nest that goes with it,
A view of the ocean, a slightly dry summer.
We believe that happiness is hidden in what shines
In the glitz of the decor, in the soft bodies of girls.
We buy, we possess, but we become bitter.
By dint of searching, desire has fled.
Today I watch the days pass slowly,
I no longer really expect perfect feelings,
Forgotten are my departures, my sudden changes of heart,
I'm learning to stay put, and I'm satisfied with that.
We believe that happiness is hidden in what shines
In the glitz of the setting, in the soft bodies of girls
We buy, we own, but we become bitter.
By searching so hard, desire has fled.
Today I watch the days pass slowly,
I no longer really expect perfect feelings,
Forgotten are my departures, my sudden changes of heart,
I am learning to stay put, and I am content with that.
We believe that happiness is hidden in what shines,
In the glitz of the decor, in the soft bodies of girls.
I know deep down that what is enough for me
Is a view of a parking lot swept by rain,
In black and white.

Vue sur mer avec Muette

Cast of Characters:
SunnyBeck-- @sunnybeck — Beck — synth and MIDI composition, and narration for this project
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – piano, organ, synth, electric bass, guitar drums, acoustic guitar, vocals, lyrics, composition and arrangement
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – four and five string fretless and four string fretted electric bass guitars, upright double bass, piano, organ, synth, mandolin, banjo, sitar, lap steel, vocals, lyrics, composition, arrangement, art, and write-ups
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums, percussion, vocals, guitar, piano, bass, and composition
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — electric and acoustic guitar, banjo, keys, pedal steel, acoustic and electric sitar, slide guitar, composition, mix, mastering, and production
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals, lyrics, guitar, synth, drums, percussion, and composition
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar, composition, production, mix, and mastering
Cgmaness – @hiddenhands-760647700 – Chris – acoustic guitar, electric guitar, synth, mandolin, bass, drums, vocals, lyrics, production, arrangement, composition, and art
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST instruments (including horns, strings, reeds, clavinet, upright bass, fiddle, mellotron, Middle Eastern Instruments), synth, piano, organ, flute, jaw harp, sound effects, vocals, lyrics, arrangement, production, editing, harmonica, percussion, drums, and composition
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and electric guitar

This is a project that JJ has been putting together for us as a gift every year for the past couple of years, which gives us a way to speak to all our fans, friends, associates on SoundCloud. It is a compilation of a bunch of our songs from the past year, over which we all answer some questions in an interview style. This year, our interviewer is SunnyBeck, although it has been Jeff of Stonerjazz fame in the past. We have collaborated on a few songs with her, and now consider her part of the Eclectic Collective family.
We know this is a very long project, so please listen to as much as you want, and know this is as much for our collective listening pleasure as it is to show the world. The time stamps of all out appearances are included with our names, so if you just want to listen to a particular person while commenting on their page, please feel free to do that, too.
This is a time of year to take stock in and reflect on the past year. We all have a lot for which to be thankful. We added Carl to the group this year, which has been a delight to all of us. He and Chris have given us so many amazing compositions to work with. Chris is a full member of the band, although he doesn't appear as an interviewee in the documentary.
We also want to sincerely thank the other collaborators who have shared their magic with us this year. They include Jonathan Beckenstein, Jeff Roberts, MahanMahan, Didier Burli, Tea R. Sea, Mark F, E Ruizzo, Saskiagoethals, Joe Stroffolino, Sean Smith, Steve's Planet, Gaz Brownie, Nyla K, Scratch Kelly, and Single Use & Recycled. They are all spectacular musicians to whom we're very grateful.
Most of all, though, we're sincerely thankful for each one of you out there with whom we've been able to share our music and make a personal connection with. Your music delights us, as well, and we know that all the attention we get is actually just musicians like us checking poking their heads out and reaching for the same connection. We hope you enjoy listening to our music as much as we enjoy making it. We wish you a successful, creative, and meaningful New Year!

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Orchestration/Arrangement: David De Michele

The Forest Sings (ft. David De Michele)

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