Name: Partly sad partly glad by Andreas Noll
Duration: 4 min 5 s
Description: This is a collab with CN12 (also here on SoundCloud). We recorded this tune together years ago, was a lot of fun. We want to share it with you ;-)

Love the way this goes from the almost downbeat verses to uplifting and oh-so-catchy choruses.   My hat is off to CN12 and yourself!

Awesome how you are able to mix converging feelings. This is one is melancholic in a cheerful way.

Sometimes my plays have a very specific background. A month ago I walked along the street late in the evening. At one of the entrances stood a group of women neighbors quietly talking about something. Ten paces from them, a little further, in the wrong light of the lanterns, I noticed another woman. She seemed to me somewhat larger than it could be in reality. I thought that she must be suffering from gigantism. She was silent and dignified. There was something powerful and proud, something detachedly independent in her figure. When I got closer to her, I almost screamed - it was a mutilated tree trunk! And I realized that, deceived by my poor eyesight and twilight, I saw for a moment the soul of this tree ... I do not like mysticism, but this play of my imagination was amazing. As soon as I moved another twenty steps away from this tree, this melody (theme of the first part) immediately, as it is, sounded in my head. All I had to do was get to the house and hastily put it into sheet music...

«DRIADS». Op.127.

This song is dedicated to my Uncle John.  

A tribute to my home country that adopted me. 

"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"


America

First came the ones in all the old songs of the West
They lived off the land, made their home in the wide wilderness
Felt the rain, heard the thunder, watched the buffalo wander 'cross the plains
Till they passed into memory, they were never seen again
And all the people cried up to the spirit in the sky

Then came a ship from the East, and then there were more
For god and country, adventurer, conquistador
They sought fame and fortune and traded in blood for gold
To lay at the feet of their kings in the empires of old
And all the people there, there was no one would be spared
When they came to America

Then came the settler, the pilgrim, the pioneer
Searching for gold and for silver, they built the frontier
The gunman, the preacher, the slaver, the overseer
Men sold like cattle; their freedom it cost them dear
And all the people there, well they just stood and they stared
When they came to America
They came to America
They came to America

Then came the railroads, the trainloads heading West
Searching for something more, never settling for less
The builder, the trader, the thinker, they all came here
On a wing and a prayer, and a dream, a big idea
And all the people there, they had a dream that we all share
When we come to America
America, America
We come to America
We come to America
We look to America

America

Hello! This project was initialised at the same time that I started what turned out to be the Dwemer Technomagician track. It needed much more time for me to actually come up with the right ideas of how to develop it further, meaning last few days I've been quite busy with toggling about this yet another quite crazy musical construction. :) Hope you find it intriguing! 

Cheers! 

Credits:
What you see as a picture to this track is a mix of three that I found on the web, let me credit each artist here.
➤ Eyvind Earle ( https://eyvindearle.com/the-work/ )
➤ Laura Cater-Woods ( http://www.cater-woods.com/ )
➤ Annelie Solis ( https://www.anneliesolis.com/ )

Eleanor's Flying Garmentory Of Finest Infusements

This is a collab with CN12 (also here on SoundCloud). We recorded this tune together years ago, was a lot of fun. We want to share it with you ;-)

Partly sad partly glad

Inspired by a memory of harvesting sedge for thatched roofs. Swinging the scythe is fun, listening to the warbler birds and watching for small lizards and other wildlife. It becomes hard work and then the sharp edges of the long dry grassy leaves cut your fingers to ribbons. It is a rewarding and 'real' feeling to carry the bundles away from the fen bank by small boat.

Scything Sedge

VT Youtube link here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KC-2VXOXP1Y

If any circus ever came 2 town
she'd know all about it
The only girl i knew to turn a frown
n B the remedy 4 it

The most creative force i'd ever known
never happy less she'd made it
though my father didn't often say
said, she was his absolute favourite

Hmmm,.. Proves u don't know what u have
when it's gone, it's just 2 late yeah
Hmmm,... Proves U don't know what U have
When it's gone it's just 2 late yeah

U inspired n I admired U
4 every generous gesture
U're always selfless, never pressure
when u left i lost a treasure

U taught a lot of people on the way
I'm still thrilled to have been there
like a Calloway n Prince conversation
that will never b beaten

I've been so lucky with the love that i've gained
like a spectacular library
all the knowledge that a book can't say
laid out b4 me!

[chorus]

U were the light that comes from every painter
U were improvised beauty
U were the colours of a springtime rainbow
U were an infectious aviator

Written, arranged, produced & performed by Arkestar 2020
ft. Neil Ottanaro on acoustic guitar & Steve Perry on Electric Guitar.

Copyright owned by Arkestar 2020

4 S.S.

Buy @ Bandcamp

Arkestar - U Don't Know What U Have

Ozzy Osbourne And Lita Ford - Close My Eyes Forever Cover by Kelen Helvetia, Kelvetia

Close My Eyes Forever Cover by Kelen Helvetia (Ozzy Osbourne And Lita Ford)

STereoindie - Lazer Night - by Ruy Gonzales

«Nevsky Wind». Op.115-d.

A cool new recording with Stringburner and Santi-Cabillero - we're calling it A Fresh Start.  It's about the enthusiasm for the change here in the US and our opportunity now to move things forward addressing so many issues.  You'll hear the tension build and churn, as Mirko's beautiful moving fretless bass line moves the music and ear forward.  Sam's tenor playing is always moving and helps shape the sound, that is also a look back 50 years to when Coltrane was playing with McCoy.  
Follow these wonderful musicians: 
https://soundcloud.com/stringburner
https://soundcloud.com/santi-caballero
And for playlists of our music together:
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/stretching-it-out-with
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/swinging-with-santi-caballero

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

A Fresh Start - Mirko Borach / Sam Mendez / Jamie Rhind

Dear friends, I know what it is all about - I have been there!
The little man might be me - who knows.
See some pictures on https://youtu.be/MXwDc7S_Q2M

Lyrics in English
Morning by the Sea

When the morning dawns over the sea before the sun rises
before the moon has calmed down
the newly awakened bridesmaids have turned their beaks
against the wind coming from the west
they hope that everything can remain as it is
with the winds bringing here scents from a distant sea

There are many small insects under the sand and they wake up
when the sun starts to heat everything up
and they begin their journey towards surf and waves
to find some food floating around
they hope that everything can remain as it is
with the winds bringing here scents from a distant sea

What looms behind bushes and dunes - a little man who wants
enjoy what the sea can provide
but he does not want to disturb all those who live here
then he finds that they have all found peace
they hope that everything can remain as it is
with the winds bringing here scents from a distant sea


Morgon vid Havet

När morgonen gryr över havet innan solen gått upp
innan månen har lagt sig till ro
de nyvakna tärnorna har vänt sin näbb
emot vinden som kommer ifrån väst
de hoppas att allt kan förbli som det är
med vindarna som för hit dofter från ett fjärran hav

Det finns många små kryp under sanden och de vaknar upp
när solen börjar värma allting upp
och de börjar sin vandring mot bränningar och svall
för att finna lite mat som flyter fram
de hoppas att allt kan förbli som det är
med vindarna som för hit dofter från ett fjärran hav

Vad skymtar bakom buskar och dyner - en liten man som vill
njuta av det som havet kan ge
men han vill inte störa alla dom som bor här
då han finner att de alla funnit frid
de hoppas att allt kan förbli som det är
med vindarna som för hit dofter från ett fjärran hav

Morgon vid Havet

Story Telling is more than putting words together. It starts in your mind and drives you on the highway of life. There is no other solution as writing. Writing in feelings, typing down thoughts, putting sound together you heard on that highway, everywhere you were, are and will be.

Partly sad partly glad

Andreas Noll

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