Is There Anybody Out There ? (Pink Floyd)
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Is There Any Body Out There

Blossoming

Tony Romano for AMOS

dedicated to my son AMOS for his birthday..a big wish my love.. as-salamu alaykumالسَّلَامُ عَلَيْ peace be upon you..

As-salāmu ʿalaykum ٱلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ

An audio doodle that I jammed out when contemplating the ridiculous and physically impossible idea of a consciousness existing beyond the event horizon of a singularity. It's a fun thought though :)

Singularity

This is a solo piano piece from the album The Folly and the Swans.

The Folly and the Swans

Luna – Waltz in G Minor, Op. 1 No. 2

In Greek myth, Pyrrha is the daughter of Epimetheus and Pandora. She marries Deukalion and, as a couple, they repopulate the earth after a mankind-eradicating, devastating flood brought about by moody, irritated deities. Rampant symbolism is the trademark of her story, setting free new hope after the tragedy and being protected and being held by a natriarchal vessel. There is no round-character-equivalent to Pyrrha in the more patriarchal myths of Utnapishtli or Noah. Deukalion (son of Prometheus) being her first cousin, a strong whiff of ancient incest (as institutionalized in Egyptian culture) cannot be denied. 
method: actually, there is not a single loop involved and most of the "instruments" are played with drumsticks ;-)
Image; near the banks of the river Argen, copyright jo richter

Pyrrha / copyright jo richter:

wer kann von sich behaupten
wenn geschichte landunter
nicht gilt, was wir gestern noch glaubten
und hofften mitunter

vom roten lodern
bleib ich als glut
womit menschen hadern
glimmt weiter als mut

die knochen der mutter
des vaters blick
steinwurf am gatter
der alte trick
mein herz atmet bang
der tag riecht nach anfang

interlinear translation: pyrrha // who can proclaim / with history drowned /  invalid what yesterday held up /  what we used to hope for // red flaming leaves me / behind, smoldering / what people do not agree with / will light anew as courage // mother's bones /  father's watchful gaze / throwing stones at the gateway / the usual way / my heart breathes faintly / for the day smells of beginning

pyrrha

In the image given to me by a my friend Grian Óg

Palestinian mothers of prisoners held by the Israelis, holding up the Easter Lily to celebrate the Easter Rising🇵🇸🩷🇵🇸🩷🇵🇸🩷


Lyrics

Hi, I am Palestinian
We try to keep our culture
Memory is symbiont
Most the paper gets incinerated
We write it down
See, it's our neighbours don't like our paper mounds

So we talk and chat
We pass the memory batton
This no one can burn
So our truth lives on and on for new generation

Someday soon our libraries will grow
Our culture can nurture more author show
For now our minds must do us fine
We tow our own Palestinian line

Hi, I am also Human
Look I've have arms and legs
A head... With a cranium
Our heads are amazing
They've been suffered into strongest
We still love in spite of the hatred thrown at us
So we ask for your help
We won't ask for much
Just tell us we are real
Please treat us like I don't know... The Irish
They know we are the same
So they keep calling our name

Someday soon our fields will keep grass
And you can come and play... We are World Class
You haven't seen this strenght
Soon Olympic gold to Gaza... Now the future meant
Please present tense
A present sane
Where you are all calling our name
I am Palestinian

A song for Palestinian's and their culture. Apparently Palestinian people have become extraordinary skilful at retaining there own culture and record through memory and word of mouth. This seems to be born from necessity and due to the systematic destruction of their physical records or attempts to make those.

The other main theme of the song is the recognition of them and everyone else as equal. I still get very disillusioned how one group of people can suffer like the Palestinians do and just get indifference from a majority just because they live across the other side of some imaginary line some humans drew on land...

I'm trying to be less prejudice with this one although it's difficult when you research this part of the world properly to not take their side... Add the below relevant links for the song to some thoughtful truthful news sources and it's pretty sick whats going on.  You cannot understand it properly if you switch off after you hear 'Oct 7th' and justify  the opportunistic destruction and murdering thats actually happening now... I just want them to have what you and I have reading and writing on this website! The majority of Isrealis have that freedom too so I still feel in these moments it's Palestine that needs those extra voices of support...

Imagine you were tied up in a busy park... Someone was kicking the shit out of you and theres an impenetrable glass wall all around. Outside are people glancing in and walking on doing nothing. Now imagine the same scenario where the people through the glass are calling your name and telling you they love you and be strong and putting pressure on the attacker... Maybe they cant break the glass but I think it would give you a little more extra strength then scenario one... We can at least do something through the glass

Right now the majority don't even glance through the glass partly through ignorance but also because its very painful to see what's through there... But that shouldn't be an excuse if we want to evolve

https://theconversation.com/destruction-of-gaza-heritage-sites-aims-to-erase-and-replace-palestines-history-240722

https://www.palestine-studies.org/en/node/1655123

Call our Name


I was struck by an article in the Guardian 10 years ago about a woman who used to hang out and work with the Rolling Stones in the 60s and the article was about adapting to old age while having nostalgia for such a potent time in her life. For this recording I had to change one word - 70 to 80. Musically it needed to be rhythmic but melancholic: something you got from major and minor seventh songs in the mid 70s as disco kicked in



YESTERDAY’S PEOPLE

Yesterday’s people used to party, party, party
Yesterday’s people were so cool so cool so cool

There was a girl her skin so fresh and fine
There was a guy as smooth as a dark red wine
They were out there in a happening era
Face to face so close and nearer
Photogenic and oh so bold
But that generation has all grown old

In 69 it was crazy zany time
In London town all that music going down
Young people travelling - free love happening
Beautiful people philosophizing
Mary Jane twilight in the Mediterranean
That generation they’ve all grown old

If you’re talking to an 80 year old guy
Remember he - was Mr cool way back in time
Try to imagine the face much younger
The yearning soul hormonal hunger
Suite Judy blue eyes young people dancing
That generation they’ve all grown old


Yesterdays People

memories

"Princess Dunya of the Camphor Islands"
Valhjim

In the beautiful garden, she roams,
in the cool morning sun, touching
with long fingers the multifoliate

flowers in her path. She sings
a song the flowers hear as they sway
in the eastern breeze. She sighs

and walks on, wrapped in loveliness,
to see the distant sun climbing
up a cloud.

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Valhjim: 
Synthesizers, samplers, guitars.
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Buy "Princess Dunya of the Camphor Islands" on Bandcamp:
https://valhjim.bandcamp.com/track/princess-dunya-of-the-camphor-islands

© 2025 Valhjim. All rights reserved. Original music by Valhjim.

Princess Dunya of the Camphor Islands

OneMore - 03 In This Paradice - MIX 3

djmaker.musician 2.o with the possibility of updates. It depends on the version you downloaded. Painter, sculptor, poet and actor.. All this for lexical needs of the soul.. I accept monetary contributions. that is, imagine me sitting on the street playing... on the ground a hat acting as a purse... well leave your heart even if it's just a little, the important thing is that there are many of you 😅😅🤣🤣😂😂DOPE...DOPE...DOPE....

As-salāmu ʿalaykum ٱلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ

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