Chillin at the lobby, everybodys already sleeping while you wait that the next day comes

"I hope it will come soon... because i want to play again."

I'm here in this lobby. While you don't know, that it will become a important memory, and there will be a day, when it's only in the past.



Lofi-based soundtrack

Lobby (Night)

During my teenage years, I composed quite diligently, creating many themes and tracks for my own enjoyment on my old Yamaha keyboard. However, that ended abruptly when I reached my twenties. I bought a new keyboard (the old one had broken down — a very sad moment), more advanced and expensive, but somehow I wasn’t able to do much with it, almost as if the magic was lost. That hiatus lasted a decade.
It was not a wasted decade, though, because I plunged deeply into listening to 18th- and 19th-century classical music, refining my taste and shaping my own musical identity.
The main theme of this Rondo somehow heralded a new era of composing. During a boring meeting with some association committee 7-8 years ago, my mind drifted far away, and the theme just appeared out of nowhere, almost completely fleshed out.
It was then that I became certain it was time to return to music.  Last month I've finally felt obliged to do a proper honour to the melody and to build a piece around it.

Rondo for Piano, G Minor

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

I was gonna clean the kitchen
but the plates began a union
They demanded better hours
so I left them on strike

I thought I'd check my emails
but the subject lines were yelling
so I brewed another coffee
and let them shout at spam

Tomorrow - it's perfectly clear
everything important will start right there
Today I'm rehearsing my grand excuse
tomorrow I'll tighten the noose

I planned to pay the landlord
but the app said "try again"
I took that as a cosmic sign
to binge another show

I promised I'd go running
but my shoes are still offended
they've been waiting by the doorway
like statues keeping score

Tomorrow - the schedule's clean
I'll publish a book and I'll learn to sing
Today I just practice the art of delay
tomorrow I'll do what I meant for today

They say life is short
but it feels long enough
to put off flossing
fixing the sink
and writing that thesis
If deadlines are real
then so are unicorns

I was gonna call my mother
but she'd only ask for news
And news is what I'll have
when I finally do some things

I really wanted progress
but my plans will never start
if intention counts as effort
then I'm a work of art

Tomorrow - it's patient and kind
it carries the weight I can't lift tonight
Today is for coffee, tomorrow's for war
today keeps moving onward, tomorrow even more

Tomorrow

Dancing a Lifetime - De Wereld Een Dansfeest - Arthur van Schendel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnEhibd-qw4

Cellar Aged Wines

Dance On The Waterfront

My track "beach" (https://soundcloud.com/api_zz/beach) has a similar enchanting companion tune, here it is ... 

coast

Mid tempo rock pop funk song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman for Swamp Music Productions
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Satellite In Blue

LYRICS:

We can boogie
We can boogie on your body baby
We can boogie
We can boogie on your body baby
We can boogie
We can boogie on your body baby
We can boogie
We can boogie on your body baby
Tonight
Everthing is going to be alright
Everthing is going to be alright

Boogie On Your Body Baby

◉ Follow Magdalena Meisel:
@magdalenameisel
Malovana website : https://malovana.eu/

Surralicja

"SurAlicja" is a journey into the world of surrealism, combining elements of "Alice in Wonderland" and the work of René Magritte. The title is a play on words that combines "surrealism" and "Alice." The lyrics evoke the magical, often absurd atmosphere of "Alice in Wonderland," where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. At the same time, we incorporated a motif from Rene Magritte's painting "The Lovers," where the characters' faces and heads are wrapped in white cloth, symbolizing mystery and the concealment of truth. The combination of these two inspirations creates a dreamlike atmosphere. The piece prompts reflection on the boundaries of imagination and reality.

Vocal : Magdalena Meisel
Music : Magdalena Meisel, Jarosław Toifl, Marcel Różanka, Wypich Artur Adam
Lyrics : Krzysztof Wartak,
Producer/publisher : Krzysztof Wartak, Malovana

Malovana is a band in its musical form, inspired by the works of painters, concept artists, and designers.

Imagine approaching the painting "Demon" and hearing the buzz, conversations, and music. Krzysztof Wartak's inspiration for "Malovana" brought selected works of art to life through sound, emotion, and narrative. The songs encompass a wide range of texts, also touching on vivid historical figures and timeless events. The results of this unprecedented project will be experienced during concerts organized by the Malovana band in 2025, where outstanding musicians will perform. Their interpretations will transform many works of art and historical events from now on.

Estrado 2

Surralicja

LYRICS:

I'm leaving the light
Of the city
It falls behind
Swallowed up by the night

I've buried the past
In that city
Time is on my side
The future is now

White stripes
Rushing to me
A thin line
Of sunlight
Darkness goes
In just a moment
Tomorrow will come
And take up our lives

White stripes
Rushing to me
A thin line
Of sunlight
Darkness goes
In just a moment
Tomorrow will come
And take up our lives.... 

And I cannot wait
For tomorrow
The sun on my face 
Fill me up with new life

White stripes
Rushing to me
A thin line
Of sunlight
Darkness goes
In just a moment
Tomorrow will come
And take up our lives (X5)

Life
Life
Life ....





White Stripes

https://soundcloud.com/vicky-adair does three tracks around the theme of Columbus Day, clearly and openly differenciating who's involved with what outcome. The track https://soundcloud.com/vicky-adair/indigenous-peoples-day touches me most and inspired an extended remix with some origanic sound additions like more drumming and a flute.

Indigenous (remix)

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

Indigenous (remix)

APi_ZZ