l'art pour l'art - Tenebreus
April 2025
Duration: 3:10
Listen to the Playlist, l'art pour l'art: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/lart-pour-lart
Cover art painting: Carol Klepper
Cover art lettering: John-Marc Ventimiglia
For harpsichord, bansuri, shakuhachi, duduk, bass moceno, skiddaw stones, virtual instruments and percussion

l'art pour l'art - Tenebreus

the moments when our hearts resynchronize

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This is an original arrangement from the original soundtrack movie “A Nightmare On Elm Street” (1984).
 All instruments, effects are performed, recorded, and mixed by myself. 
For more information, see my public Profile

A Nightmare On Elm Street Tribute - Charles Chambaz

“From Here to Eternity” is an emotional and cinematic instrumental piece with lush strings and woodwinds to evoke a deep sense of reflection and longing. Ideal for moments of introspection, storytelling, or visual journeys.
🎧 https://hypeddit.com/9f7767

From Here to Eternity

After the harrowing collapse (Demise) and the stark realization of utter isolation (Lost), a musical lament begins to unfold. Tears pour forth— for the loss of all that was familiar: life, hope, the rhythm of what once was.
The English horn leads the orchestra through a descent into despair, guiding it gently, relentlessly, to the edge of desolation.
This piece ends not with silence, but with one final, desperate cry— a powerful minor chord, resonating with the weight of sorrow.

Pandemic Suite – 07. Lamento

"Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul." - Emily Logan Decens

“Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.” - Tahereh Mafi

Raindrops

Brahms Intermezzi No.1 Op. 117 (performer Ad van Nederpelt)

Special thanks to Marty for his cappella ....

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982/marty-andersson-from-the-archives-liberation-spoken-word

Lyrics: 

Our bodies are enslaved, but our minds and our spirits do not have to be. Do not fear thinking outside what is considered normal, do not fear to think unlike your peers. If they judge you, let them; their opinions are of ill importance; what matters is your heart, what matters is the truth. This physical existence is but only a short chapter in the epic tale of you and I; a tale that connects us all and stretches throughout eternity.

As your lives are spent working day in and day out to reach the a-typical material goals, ask yourself in a deeper sense: are you happy? Do you know true happiness? Or do you merely find comfort within the confines of societal boundaries because it is safer to follow the majority?

Liberate your spirit; even if it means being criticised, even if it means being considered abnormal;

 everyone has the right and/or power to be themselves, we just need to break free from the shackles of fear which hold us back from revealing what is behind the mask.

LIBERATION. 🎧

Like many others, my family tree has countless branches. One of the largest branches stretches across the Atlantic to the Parry family in Wales. I had the privilege of knowing my great-grandfather, William Parry, who studied law, worked in  Washington D.C., and made many trips to Wales throughout his life.

William’s father, Edward Parry, was born in 1842 in a small stone house in Mold, near Flint, North Wales. According to my grandmother's notes, Edward worked in a coal mine and a chemical plant before taking a job on a small freighter that sailed between Liverpool and Dublin. His time on that freighter must have sparked a desire to travel, because at 26, he arrived in North America on St. Patrick's Day, 1868. He was the only one in his immediate family to do so and quickly established a new life and new home.

Of course, I never met Edward Parry, but I've come to know him through my grandmother's notes, along with a few photos and a couple of books he purchased as a young man.  From the items he left behind, I know that he loved music and poetry, was a hard worker, and raised three kind children who made the world a better place. This composition is inspired by his life and the family I have yet to meet who still live in Wales.

From Wales

I recently had the opportunity to enjoy a few wonderful days off, completely offline, in a small, old hotel in the countryside overlooking a beautiful lake. for some reason, this place has not yet been discovered by lifestyle influencers or occupied by adventure-seeking stand-up paddlers.

surrounded by this tranquility and far from the hustle and bustle, the lyrics for a song I had published on sc as an instrumental years ago came to mind. it wasn't that easy to get my virtual singer to perform the glissando guitar melody from back then, but it worked out reasonably well in the end.

have a fabulous, relaxing weekend, everyone!

trigger warning (not fishing for contradictory compliments): my english lyrics probably sound like schoolboy poetry. however, I have to take that risk, hoping the meaning still comes across. it‘s about realizing how empty it is to always chase the faster, better, more, to constantly wonder what‘s next, to see time as the enemy, and to ultimately be nothing but a rushing shadow of one's own driven nature. 

©music & lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 4.5+

clock ticks, so loud
ears wildly ringing
eyes on the door
nothing to hear
feet tap restlessly, drumming
standstill, still running
I'd like to ignore it
but it's too strong 
it will take me away

my fast-drifting days
a flash like a match in a blaze
all hours I chase
just lost in the haze
I’m losing this race
won’t find any ways
I’m wasting my days
As a ghost with no face

time quietly flies
it won’t wait and it won’t give me another chance for better
it will take me away 
as it did every day

my fast-drifting days
a flash like a match in a blaze
all hours I chase
just lost in the haze
I’m losing this race
won’t find any ways
I’m losing this race
As a ghost with no face

my fast-drifting days
a flash like a match in a blaze
all hours I chase
just lost in the haze
I’m losing this race
won’t find any ways
I’m losing this race
As a ghost with no face

I’m losing this race
As a ghost with no face
I’m losing this race
I’m a ghost with no face

Ghost with no face

Relaxed. This one is truly relaxed. Recorded just a minute ago. It is past 10 at night. It is dark outside but my garden is lit up in beautiful yellow and orange gaslight colors. I always wanted the lights that they have in Spain and in Italy. I have recorded this one also on video. You will be able to see it on my YouTube channel sometime tomorrow. Oh, by the way: It is a free and spontaneous improvisation. Like always. Please enjoy! Do not forget to like and to comment. It helps. (photo credit: I shot this picture in late September at central station Firenze, Italy) 

Improvisation_201125_Relaxed

Actually I am a piano-musician by profession, but I discovered the huge possibilities of music designing with a computer.  I like to compose in very different styles like classical, pop, filmmusic, hardrock, synth rock, jazz, tango, etc. I hope you'll enjoy it and I do appreciate practical, and especially serious criticism as well.
"The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science."
-Albert Einstein