I'm lost for words for once. This is just outstanding in every aspect. Vocally sublime and wonderful arranging. Fabulous playing and orchestration. Bravo all involved.

Superb collaboration and a most eloquent realization of Bronte's poetry. Kudos to all.

Wow, this was pure bliss. What an extraordinary exquisite collaboration. Thank you!

Beautiful collaboration, Ad, Oddrun and Torbjorn.

How wonderfully conceived these footsteps

A wonderful piece. Very beautiful voice and melody !

I am Alice. In Passion

Did you see them goin down out
Into to the room?
Did you tell them that
It doesn’t matter and there’s no _____

I have come too far
To fear
But here I stop awhile and rest

In the meadow
Oh august sweet
But the children asked me why
You just began
To cry
I just don't know why!

Who am I
To tell you
What to do?

Did you tell them
As they
Slipped on by?

I have stumbled thru the forest
I have never stopped to rest till the meadow, 'cuz that's where I met you!
And it's where the children play
Right in the spot where you fell
That day

I just don't know why

Who am I to tell you

That you’re out to sea
A ship going down
The atomic age arrived
With the sun in your eyes and
The truth remains untold till now
Where in the world can we go ?

The Atomic Age Arrived

Plusieurs lecture possibles pour ce qui pourrait être une prière judéo -bouddhiste mais pas que !

                         Ohm

Comme si c’était ça en somme qui nous unis nous les hommes
Un esprit qui déraisonne et des émotions qui nous emprisonnent
Comme si on sait qu’on déconne mais on s’en fout en somme on y va

Mais moi je préfère faire comme
Comme si t’étais là , tout prés de moi
Comme si t’étais là , pour moi , là, là , tout prés de moi

Home

Que tu sois celui que l’on nomme ou que l’on ne nomme pas
Que tu sois celui qu’on cherche ou que l’on ne cherche pas
Tu es là dans chaque atome que l’on n’y croit ou pas

Ohm

Comme si on sait qu’on déconne mais on s’en fout en somme on y va

Mais moi je préfère faire comme
Comme si t’étais là , tout prés de moi
Comme si t’étais là , pour moi , là, là , tout prés de moi

Ohm

Que la vie que l’on donne , les pensées que l’on sème 
Que la terre résonne de la paix que l’on sème 

Ohm

Que tu sois celui que l’on nomme ou que l’on ne nomme pas
Que tu sois celui qu’on cherche ou que l’on ne cherche pas

Ohm

Que la vie que l’on donne , les pensées que l’on sème 
Que la terre résonne de la paix et que l’on s’aime 

Ohm

Little Red Harmonica
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Many years ago,
When one of our sons was born,
The doctor told us your boy is very sick,
He’d live three to four years at most,
And when he turned five, we were so happy,
Maybe there was a chance after all,
And on that birthday I gave him a little red harmonica,
You may be weak, I told him, not able to do much but lie around, but with this you can play anywhere you are. 
Now go ahead, make something of yourself. 
Let’s hear some sweet music. 
And he smiled and took the little red harmonica in his hands. 
I’m gonna learn how to play this, daddy,
I’m gonna learn how to make a heavenly sound. 
I laughed. I bet you will, son. I bet you will. 

And for the next year,
He played the best he could,
Here and there, to anyone who’d listen,
To his brothers and sisters, to the neighbors, the cats, the dogs, even the pigs.
He loved that harmonica,
It never left his little hand all day, 
Not even to eat (to an extent)
And he had it with him by his side until he went to bed,
But on his sixth birthday, the music stopped. And we had to take him to the hospital. 
And there he begged me in a weak voice, daddy, please don’t let them take away my harmonica. I want to practice, I want to keep practicing. If I’m gonna die and be buried, don’t let me buried without it. 
And I promised. 
And when his 6-year-old body was lying in the coffin, the little red harmonica lay in his hands. 

Now the years have passed,
And we’ve moved on with our lives,
And I try not to think too much of my son,
But from time to time 
I have someone from our old town
Tell me that when they visited the graveyard. 
They swore they could hear a muffled sound
Of someone practicing a harmonica. 
And I start to think again of my little boy.  
I start to think of him day and night. 

In the great redemption story,
I know I’ll see him again,
I know I’ll see him and we’ll be standing side by side. 
And in my mind I see him with his little red harmonica,
And him saying,
You want to see me play it, daddy, you wanna?
And I say, of course, Let’s hear what you’ve learned all these many years. 

And I see him lift it and play a heavenly sound,
A sound that lights up my heart,
And I can’t believe it,
And I grab and squeeze him tight,
What joy is this? What joy are you giving?
And he laughs. 
Do you like it, daddy, do you?
Do I like it? I love it!
And I hug him again,
And then weep on his shoulder,
I’ve missed him so much. 
And I hear him say, don’t cry, daddy, this is heaven now. There are no tears. 
I know. But I’m crying tears of joy. 
And I hug him like I’ve never hugged him before. 
I hug my little boy with his little red harmonica like I’ve never have before.


Set-Up:
DAW: Reason 12

Analog Instrument:
C-Harmonica

Keyboard Instruments:
Folk Fiddle - Keyswitch - Insanity Samples
Appassionata Strings - Spitfire
Hanz Zimmer Strings - Spitfire
Voices - Barbary Solo Glide AH TF - Soundpaint
Solo Boy Legacy and Legato Sections - VOXOS
Originals - Felt Piano - Spitfire

Little Red Harmonica

A Lady of Fire original

Video link:
https://youtu.be/v_nYmllWql0

Beat- OtisPacific
Synth & vocals, lyrix - Tanisha (aka Lady of Fire)

All's Well
You have become a dull ache in the center of my chest.  We have grown tall weeds between us. In bed you go fetal whenever I come within arms reach. failing to connect.  I am left alone with the chill of your silence as it mocks me sleepless in the echoes of the night.

peace alms

All's Well (with video)

Hallo Leute heute ein Fusionstrack SONG OF FREEDOM - Danke an Special Vocals für die Acapella--Would be glad about feedback https://soundcloud.com/specialvocals/vocals-song-of-freedom-1?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Special Vocals -SONG OF FREEDOM FeatDJKöddi

Oddrun Eikli: Vocal and vocal composition:
Torbjørn Vagle @tobbenv: Instrumental composition, guitarharp, piano, el.piano, synth and bass
Ad Van Nederpelt @ad-van-nederpelt; Orchestral composition, strings, mix and mastering,
Photo Oddrun Eikli
Coverlayout: Vetle Vagle
Poem Emily Jane Brontë.
Thank you so much Torbjørn and Ad, thank you from my heart.
This music was written and finished before the outbreak of war in Europe. We feel deeply for the people who are suffering in the war.
Despite the cruelty of the war, we share this music today, 
....."let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream ".....
This poem by Emily Jane Brontë takes us out into nature, where we can for a moment, move away from the painful and brutal world.
The poem focuses on the healing ability of nature.

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge -
The changing heaven the breezy weather,

More than smooth seas and cloudless skies
And solemn, soothing, softened airs
That in the forest woke no sighs
And from the green spray shook no tears.

How still, how happy! now I feel
Where silence dwells is sweeter far
Than laughing mirth's most joyous swell
However pure its raptures are.

Come, sit down on this sunny stone:
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors -
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores.

I could think in the withered grass
Spring's budding wreaths we might discern;
The violet's eye might shyly flash
And young leaves shoot among the fern.

It is but thought - full many a night
The snow shall clothe those hills afar
And storms shall add a drearier blight
And winds shall wage a wilder war,

Before the lark may herald in
Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair
And summer days again begin
Their glory - haloed crown to wear.

Yet my heart loves December's smile
As much as July's golden beam;
Then let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream -
Emily Jane Brontë

How Still. Torbjørn Vagle. Ad Van Nederpelt. Oddrun Eikli.

Written for IOC Songwriter Sessions 6th April 2022

# Lyrics

Feeling cold on the inside there’s nothing left to bloom
Fallen seeds laying dormant and closed
There’s a still on the outside, can’t stir the air to blow
A deafening silence takes hold

But I know
Sure as tides will turn, the sun will rise and shine
The flowers will grow, to bloom in their own time

In an ocean of wonder I stay firmly on the shore
The waves washing further away
Breaking clouds in the distance but still no sun will shine
The dusk to darkness gives way

But I know
Sure as moonlight rises, tides turn to the shore
When clouds do part they’ll show what’s hidden

But I’ll stay warm
Keep weathering this storm
Look on ahead
Await my time to come

But I know
Sure as tides will turn the sun will rise and shine
The flowers will grow, to bloom in their own time
Sure as moonlight rises, tides turn to the shore
When clouds do part they’ll show what’s hidden

Weathering this Storm

Recorded with Squire CV 70s Jazz Bass and Fruity Loops. Drum patterns are taken from FPC plugin in cooperation with AKAI MPD128

Natare

Don't You Ever Grow Up.mp3

David Molesky interviewed Maria Kreyn, a russian-born philosopher and painter. The text appeared in the magazine "juxtapoz art & culture" in February 2015 (pages 90-97). 
The narrated part of my track is cited from that interview, and it inspired the remaining lyrics.

art music

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

How Still. Torbjørn Vagle. Ad Van Nederpelt. Oddrun Eikli.

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