A dramatic French song that reflects the image of those who control our lives. A song that rings true and should be listened to without restraint.
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Une chanson française poignante qui reflète l'image de ceux qui contrôlent nos vies. Une chanson qui sonne juste et qu'il faut écouter sans retenue.
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Ein dramatisches französisches Lied, das das Bild derer widerspiegelt, die unser Leben kontrollieren. Ein Lied, das wahr klingt und uneingeschränkt angehört werden sollte.

Le Masque en Doré

This is for my beautiful granddaughter Aliyah, who has just learned to crawl. 
 

Acoustic and Electric guitars: Jonathan Beckenstein @jonathan_beckenstein
Song, keys, bass and everything else, 2020 Janine Levinson

Birdwatching 

Point your eyes up to the trees and keep your ears wide open
Stand right next to me and keep your mouth closed
Stay light on your feet and hear the whip a whip a whistle
Stand right next to me and keep your mouth closed!

I promise you it’s worth your time  and now the part that matters
Is the language of the flying things, the words you can’t imagine
Telling stories from the tops of trees 
Of feathers web and worms and swarming bees!      
When we go birdwatching
            
Your binoculars are key keep them aimed up at the trees
listen carefully and keep your mouth closed!
It’s difficult at first It could be bells or wood or metal
As you open up your ears I know you heart will follow

Oh, little one, it’s worth your time and now it’s all that matters
Is the language of the flying things, the words you can’t imagine
Telling stories from the tops of trees 
And riding currents on the breeze
When we go birdwatching

Cackle caw whip and chatter           
Chip and chirrup crow and clatter
Chitter clack rush and titter             
Pip and thrill hoot and twitter
Tweet and clang flutter flap                
Chirp and hum, flicker, quack 
Whoop whoop whoop,    
Trum trum trum trum trumpet!!!

And from far off chickadee I hear a chirp and then a sizzle
I’ll stand right next to you and keep my mouth closed
We’ll listen and resist the urge to join in with a whistle
Looking up into the trees, we’ll feel the wind blow

I promise when you grow up you’ll remember understanding
The language of the flying things, you won’t have to imagine   
The stories from the tops of trees 
The questions answered only by the breeze
When we went birdwatching 

They sang Aliyah
They sang Aliyah

Birdwatching -  with Jonathan Beckenstein

Morning dew

Joe Hill, Swedish emigrant, songwriter, working class hero, was the inspiration behind this song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tnCcqcICcY&t=1s

A poll released on August 16th found that nearly half of Americans who support Biden plan to vote by mail rather than in person on election day, compared with just one in ten backers of Trump.

Big thank you to https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein for his beautiful raw playing that takes this song from its humble ‘rural’ beginnings into big ‘city’ overdrive. And to Yaron Engler for his deft drum programming.

No letter in the post for Joe
No letter in the post for Joe
Where’s that vote
In an envelope
No letter in the post for Joe

He needs that letter to make things better 
Why’s it so damn slow
Don’t stop clapping
Until it happens
No  letter in the post for Joe  
      
Click, snap, a letter box flap
Tell me yes or no? 
If that my vote
In an envelope
That’s all I need to know
Or I tell you Joe might blow

No Letter In The Post For Joe (ft. Jonathan Beckenstein)

ICE FROM THE SKY

2020 janine levinson

I woke up this morning to ice from the sky
In my little piece of paradise
It should be warm; it should be temperate
And yet, ice from the sky

It's dry! so dry! said the ground to the sky
In my little piece of paradise
It should be flowing where I have flourished
And yet it's terribly dry

Withering and shrinking; waiting for a drink
A sprout or two will rise -- but never climb to the sky

I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes
in my little piece of paradise
I should feel warm and be contented
and yet, tears in my eyes

Muttering and sinking; watching for a cloud
A spout or two will rise -- but never a drop from the sky

A quake could shake the ground 
And if a tear were to hit it right
It would split with an awful sound
And day would turn to night

The sky could fall --be upside down
The clouds my bed  -- the stars my ground
The heavens pour and burn my toes
Ice will fly.  Still nothing grows.

I woke up this morning to ice from the sky
In my little piece of paradise
It should be warm; it should be temperate
And yet, ice from the sky

Ice From The Sky

Back at my upright for this new song. Big thanks to the lovely Sander for wonderful mastering services! 😊❤️😊🎹🎤🎵

WHEN THE TIME COMES...(with acoustic piano)

Part 3 of 266
Installments to be released every Saturday.
I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds in this project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

Part 1: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part1
Part 2: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part2

The TAFFETA Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical

TAFFETA | Part 3

Can’t thank Leon enough for playing these gorgeous guitar parts on my song! He really brings it to life and is such a fabulous musician.  We hope you enjoy our second collaboration! 😊🎶🎤🎸🎼😍
@leon-thorne

Lyrics 
I was drawn to you
Like a moth to a flame
And I took to you
Like the sky takes the stars

One thing lead to another 
One thing lead me to you
One chance you gotta take it
Take me 
Don’t let me go...

Oh you call to me
Like the moon calls the ocean
I am drawn to you
Like the tide to the sand 

Chorus. 

Mmm mmm

One thing lead to another 
Like the moon calls the ocean...

ONE THING LEAD TO ANOTHER (with Leon Thorne on gorgeous guitars)

I've written several songs on the theme of lost love. Some on this cloud are: 'Open Heart', 'The Space Between Us', and 'If Love...' 
Here are another couple of songs on that theme.

Night Room (Brian Peters) 

Oh the night has a room for me 
Between the dream and the memory 
I was in the sun 
But I lost someone 
Now the moon is my company 

Book of Books (Brian Peters) 

We walked together 
We became one 
Roses and heather
Flowers in the sun 
Flowing with no backward looks 
We wrote our first words 
In the Book of Books 

Looking for changes 
And opening doors 
Following strangers 
To some foreign shores 
Nesting in our northern nook
We were writing out lines 
In the Book of Books 

But God is righteous 
And God is just 
My spirit rises 
But yield I must 
With one hand He gave 
With the other He took 
We turned another page 
In the Book of Books 

Now I'm alone 
In the middle of the night 
We'll meet in heaven 
Where there is no man and wife 
Before the Living Brook
Writing our final chapter 
In the Book of Books

Night Room • Book Of Books

I tell you….after this daily yo-yo….up and down…..total contradictions and craziness of governments and the medias, I need something light and happy to make me smile. 
So close your eyes….empty your minds…..let go of the outside world, and for around 4 minutes, enjoy some happy cheerful vibes. Enjoy and smile. Love to all. Copyright protected ©

A remake of an old one from the 80s, main guitars and vocs are live recording with two mics in the room, then some overdubbing. Part of our new recording sessions where we are both remaking some old songs on the new, better equipment and recording some new songs as well. We'll keep posting as we go. Morry and I are both singing on this one. Slowly working through the mixing and mastering on the Tascam DP24. Hope you enjoy these.

I’ve Been Dreaming

A female composer, singer, musician, pianist, piano teacher, choir leader (Heart of Scotland choir), song writer living in Bonnie Scotland! I have grade 8 piano with distinction and an LTCL piano diploma. On band camp too! 
I also have a duo with the wonderful @wane-of-summer
Follow us @user-949559825 (Passion Arcade) 💕
I teach online piano and singing via video if anyone is interested just message me!

ONE THING LEAD TO ANOTHER (with Leon Thorne on gorgeous guitars)

Annie Smart