Granby Preservation Society presents a Festival of Trees & Baskets 

November 29th and 30th, 2025 - Adam Sweet and Students from Granby Music will be performing Christmas Carols starting at 2pm

December 6th and 7th, 2025

11am - 6pm

250 State St Granby, MA

fundraising@granbypreservationsociety.org

413-218-1801

413-255-0712

All proceeds to benefit Kellogg Hall

Christmas at Kellogg Hall

Recorded under the Sweet Songs label and released through The Americana Project, “Red Fire Farm Renewal” honors the neighbors, farmers, and families who gathered this November to help rebuild after loss. Inspired by Red Fire Farm’s fall harvest event, the song celebrates resilience in the heart of Massachusetts — where soup, song, and shared labor turn hardship into hope.
Written and produced by Adam R Sweet, the track carries the warmth of late-autumn fields and the quiet strength of community spirit that endures long after the harvest is done.



Verse 1
November wind through the fading fields,
Smoke and soup fill the air.
Frost on boots where the rafters fell,
But kindness is growing there.
The sun sinks low behind the ridge,
Lanterns glow along the bridge.

Chorus
We'll raise that barn again, my friend,
With soup and song and neighbor's hand.
Through the chill, the light will bend-
Red Fire Farm will stand again.
Through the dusk, through the waning year,
The heart of the harvest beats right here.

Verse 2
Tractors hum down muddy roads,
Past rows gone brown and still.
Hands pour broth in paper bowls,
And laughter warms the hill.
The fire took the barn away,
But the roots run deep in clay.

Chorus
We'll raise that barn again, my friend,
With soup and song and neighbor's hand.
Through the chill, the light will bend-
Red Fire Farm will stand again.
Through the dusk, through the waning year,
The heart of the harvest beats right here.

Bridge
From Granby's farms to Sunderland,
They come to lend a steady hand.
Each bowl, each laugh, each nail and beam,
Restores the heart, rebuilds the dream.

Final Chorus
We'll raise that barn again, my friend,
With soup and song and neighbor's hand.
Through the frost, the light will send-
Red Fire Farm its springtime mend.
Through the dusk, through the waning year,
The heart of the harvest beats right here.

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Red Fire Farm Renewal

The Massachusetts Department of Transportation (MassDOT) has launched its fourth annual ‘Name A Snowplow’ contest for elementary and middle school students across the state.
The contest invites students to propose names for 12 snowplows that will be used during the 2025/2026 winter season. The initiative aims to celebrate the winter season, highlight the dedication of public works employees, and raise awareness of their critical role in maintaining road safety during winter weather.


(Verse 1)
Winter's coming down across the Bay State line,
Kids are dreaming up names while the plows align.
From Pittsfield hills to the Cape's white shore,
They'll keep us rolling when the snow starts to pour.

(Chorus)
Name a snowplow, give it a cheer,
For the folks who clear the roads each year.
From Frosty Flyer to Blizzard King,
Let's make the highways sparkle and sing.

(Verse 2)
In every schoolroom from north to south,
Ideas flying from every mouth.
“Tireless Titan,” “Snow Patrol,”
They're heroes rolling through the cold.

(Chorus)
Name a snowplow, give it a cheer,
For the folks who clear the roads each year.
From Frosty Flyer to Blizzard King,
Let's make the highways sparkle and sing.

(Bridge)
Through ice and sleet they shine their light,
Guiding us safely through the night.
MassDOT says, “Come take part,”
Let's give these plows a name with heart.

(Chorus - Final)
Name a snowplow, give it a cheer,
For the folks who keep our highways clear.
From Boston lights to the Berkshire glow,
We're naming plows to brave the snow!


Name A Snowplow Contest

Neolithic Chinese culture artifacts show systematic human bone modification. worked human bones are the result of an intricate relationship between the worker and the worked, associated with kinship and conflict.

Verse 1

By the wide Yangzi, where the waters bend,

Shadows of ancestors rise and descend,

Carved in the silence, marrow of stone,

Hands of the living shape the bones.



Refrain

Yangzi River bones, drifting with the tide,

Stories of the bloodline time cannot hide.



Verse 2

Echo of battles, kinship in flame,

Names forgotten, yet memory remains,

Honored in fragments, worked by hand,

Binding the people to the land.



Refrain

Yangzi River bones, drifting with the tide,

Stories of the bloodline time cannot hide.



Bridge

Not just remains but voices that sing,

Whispers of sorrow, of war and of kin,

From conflict's ashes the spirit grows,

The river remembers, the river knows.



Final Refrain

Yangzi River bones, carried on the tide,

Kinship and conflict forever allied.



Outro

By the wide Yangzi, the silence moans,

Forever we carry the Yangzi River bones.

Yangzi River Bones

A new track from Qin Silk Consort, released through Sweet Songs. “Taung Child” reflects on the small discovery that reshaped how we understand our beginnings, told with a gentle, thoughtful touch.
 #SweetSongs #QinSilkConsort #TaungChild
 


Recorded with the Qin Silk Consort, “Tahng Child” reflects on the discovery that changed how the world understood its own beginnings. The song follows the moment a small fossilized face emerged from the earth in South Africa, inviting scholars to rethink long-held assumptions and look with clearer eyes. It carries a quiet, steady warmth, shaped by string textures and an understated melodic line, honoring the way a single finding can shift an entire discipline. Gentle, reflective, and grounded in the spirit of honest inquiry, this track leans into stillness and wonder as it traces the legacy of the Tahng Child and the light it continues to cast on our shared story. 

the Taung Child shook up the scientific world Almost 100 years before calls to decolonize science, Taung was challenging researchers to reassess their internal biases. 


Verse 1
Long ago in a southern valley,
Hands uncovered a quiet face in stone.
Small as dawn and light as memory,
Carried forward from a world long gone.
Scholars paused and the story shifted,
Old ideas felt the edges move.

Chorus
Taung Child, rising from the earth,
Whispering truths we had yet to hear.
Teaching us how the past can open
When we learn to see with eyes unclouded.
Taung Child, still speaking clear.

Verse 2
Maps were drawn with a heavy leaning,
Lines decided long before the proof.
But the dust of ages held another meaning,
As the shape of history found its truth.
Quiet bones set the mind to wonder,
Where the path of humankind began.

Chorus
Taung Child, rising from the earth,
Whispering truths we had yet to hear.
Teaching us how the past can open
When we learn to see with eyes unclouded.
Taung Child, still speaking clear.

Bridge
Sometimes change begins in silence,
A single voice from long ago.
Asking us to let go lightly,
And follow where the evidence goes.

Final Chorus
Taung Child, rising from the earth,
Calling us back to what is real.
Showing the strength of honest learning,
When the heart is steady and the mind is still.
Taung Child, still speaking clear.


Taung Child

A City Reassembled from Dust: How a Lost Babylonian Hymn Found Its Voice Again An ancient song praising Babylon’s beauty, diversity, and spiritual life has resurfaced after 3,000 years, thanks to an ambitious collaboration between Assyriologists and AI researchers. 


Verse 1
There might be dust where the gates once stood,
Whispers rising from forgotten clay.
Voices coil around the dawn's first light,
Tracing paths where the dreamers used to pray.
A single note drifts through the fractured air,
Calling shapes that the centuries tucked away.

Pre-Chorus
It could be the pulse of a buried drum,
Or a breath from a shore that time erased.
Every shard of sound turns slow and warm,
Like a spirit learning back its taste.

Chorus
The hymn that hid finds a rhythm again,
Moving through shadows that never stayed still.
Ancient hearts stir inside the beat,
Rising with patterns the ages tried to fill.
City of starlight and molten stone,
Your scattered song leans toward the living thrill.

Verse 2
Clay tablets hum with a trembling spark,
Symbols waking from a restless sleep.
Voices shaped like early dawn,
Flowing through circuits that tunnel deep.
Every tone lifts embers of a world
That kept its stories folded in the keep.

Pre-Chorus
There might be a path between time and sound,
Where memory bends and starts to gleam.
Something woven into coded light,
Moving like a river through the dream.

Chorus
The hymn that hid finds a rhythm again,
Moving through shadows that never stayed still.
Ancient hearts stir inside the beat,
Rising with patterns the ages tried to fill.
City of starlight and molten stone,
Your scattered song leans toward the living thrill.

Bridge
Faces carved from the oldest air
Glow inside the rising heat.
Bodies drift in a circle of fire,
Trusting the ancient and the modern to meet.
A chorus shaped by distant hands
Learns to dance inside the beat.

Final Chorus
The hymn that hid finds a rhythm again,
Shining where the lost and the future blend.
Every voice from Babylon's dust
Steps into a world it might transcend.
A city rebuilt in sound and light,
Calling the dancers to ascend.


The Hymn That Hid

Sunken Silk Road city found as archaeologists discover ‘Atlantis’ in one of oldest lakes.  New findings confirm an ancient city, bustling with trade for over 1,500 years, was destroyed by a catastrophic quake. 
#QinSilkConsort #SweetSongs #SunkenSilkCity
 

Verse 1
By the edge of the oldest lake they wandered,
Traders once carried their silver and tea.
Caravans followed a path through the mountains,
Guided by lanterns that glowed in the breeze.
Stone walls held stories of many nations,
Voices that mingled in market and hall.

Chorus
Now the deep water keeps their footsteps,
Holding the rise and fall of the past.
Where boats once drifted on quiet mornings,
Columns rest peaceful beneath the glass.
The city sleeps in the lake's cool shadow,
Waiting in silence for daylight's track.

Verse 2
One night the ground shivered under the heavens,
Rumbled through valleys and ridges so wide.
Street after street gave way to the tremor,
Homes slipped slowly into the tide.
Yet those old patterns of woven culture
Still seem to shimmer where sunlight bends.

Chorus
Now the deep water keeps their footsteps,
Holding the rise and fall of the past.
Where boats once drifted on quiet mornings,
Columns rest peaceful beneath the glass.
The city sleeps in the lake's cool shadow,
Waiting in silence for daylight's track.

Bridge
If you lean close by the quiet shoreline,
Sometimes a ripple will shape a sound.
A hint of a song from long forgotten,
Echoing softly from where they drowned.

Final Chorus
Now the deep water keeps their footsteps,
Holding the rise and fall of the past.
Where boats once drifted on quiet mornings,
Columns rest peaceful beneath the glass.
The city sleeps in the lake's cool shadow,
Waiting in silence for daylight's track.

Sunken Silk City

Human Consciousness Comes From a Higher Dimension, Scientist Claims—Meaning It Could Transcend the Physical World When we think creatively or have “Eureka” moments, we may actually unlock access to a dimension outside of our everyday perception, according to the controversial theory. 


Verse 1
In the quiet of the mind, where the daylight fades,
There's a shimmer at the edge of the thoughts we've made.
Sometimes a spark rises up like a lantern light,
Showing a path that was hidden just out of sight.

Pre-Chorus
It feels like a whisper calling from somewhere beyond,
Where the patterns shift and the veils grow thin.

Chorus
Hidden dimensions drifting just outside our view,
Opening wider when the heart breaks through.
When a sudden idea comes rising like a storm,
Maybe the mind steps beyond the world we're born.

Verse 2
Every question that we chase through the winding years
Feels like a doorway carved out of ancient fears.
Still there's a place where the unknown hums like a wire,
Pulling us upward toward something higher.

Pre-Chorus
A moment of clarity shining with strange new design,
As if we brushed the edge of another time.

Chorus
Hidden dimensions drifting just outside our view,
Opening wider when the heart breaks through.
When a sudden idea comes rising like a storm,
Maybe the mind steps beyond the world we're born.

Bridge
Maybe thought is a traveler crossing unseen planes,
Where memory dissolves and only insight remains.
If the soul is a lantern burning in shifting space,
Each flash of inspiration might reveal another place.

Final Chorus
Hidden dimensions drifting just outside our view,
Calling us gently toward something true.
When the spark in the dark shows a way past form,
Maybe the mind steps beyond the world we're born.

Hidden Dimensions

How UMass, the Worst Team in College Football, Got Like This. The 2025 UMass Minutemen are making a strong case for the title of “worst FBS team in modern history.” 
#TheAmericanaProject #SweetSongsRecords #UMassMinutemen 


Verse 1
They charge onto the field with the drums still ringing
Fans in the bleachers wrapped up in the cold
Another long Saturday in the Pioneer Valley
Doing what they can with the hand they were dealt

Chorus
Give me a UMass minute
Hold on, they might just turn it around
Give me a UMass minute
They keep on standing their ground

Verse 2
Some say it's money, but the truth runs deeper
Plenty in the budget but the breaks don't land
Coaches keep hoping for a spark in the shadows
Trying to build momentum on stubborn sand

Verse 3
Still the team gathers by the goal-line huddle
Shoulders together in the fading light
One more chance to make the faithful cheer them
A little flash of glory before the night

Chorus
Give me a UMass minute
Hold on, they might just turn it around
Give me a UMass minute
They keep on standing their ground


UMass Minutemen

Construction on the Varberg Tunnel in Sweden—part of a modern railway project—has resulted in an unexpected bounty of historical underwater finds: six shipwrecks spanning the Middle Ages to the 17th century, all maritime remnants of what was once a bustling harbor.
#VarbergWrecks #SweetSongs #GranbyMusic 


Verse 1
Lead: Beneath the waves by Varberg's shore
Chorus: We hear the harbor breathe once more
Lead: The tunnel's path revealed the past
Chorus: Six wooden hulls the sea held fast

Chorus
Lead: Varberg wrecks rise from the deep
Chorus: Voices of sailors the tide still keeps
Lead: Every timber carries a tale
Chorus: Songs of the harbor in wind and sail

Verse 2
Lead: From merchant days of medieval trade
Chorus: To later ships the north winds made
Lead: Lost to storms or drifting sands
Chorus: Now they return to waiting hands

Chorus
Lead: Varberg wrecks rise from the deep
Chorus: Voices of sailors the tide still keeps
Lead: Every timber carries a tale
Chorus: Songs of the harbor in wind and sail

Verse 3
Lead: The harbor's roar is quiet now
Chorus: But echoes linger beneath the prow
Lead: Workers lifted what time had drowned
Chorus: Old true stories now newly found

Final Chorus
Lead: Varberg wrecks rise from the deep
Chorus: Voices of sailors the tide still keeps
Lead: Every timber carries a tale
Chorus: Songs of the harbor in wind and sail



Varberg Wrecks

This is a fun one, my little contribution to the xmas song collection:). like, share, comment and subscribe!

Puffin' christmas cheer (fast radio edit)

Founder of the Cybernetic Fusion™ style, blending ancestral music with electronic rhythms and sounds, creating a future-born dance tradition.

Hidden Dimensions

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