Space Race

🎶 "Shining Through" – An Instrumental Rock Journey​
These are only home recordings that I hope you nevertheless enjoy.

👂🏻Listen to the uplifting melodies of "Shining Through," an instrumental rock guitar piece by Daniel Joseph Chiasson. This composition encourages listeners to let their inner light shine, honoring the Lord through ambient rhythms and heartfelt guitar work.​

Crafted as a vessel of faith and reflection, "Shining Through" invites moments of gratitude and spiritual connection. Its steady rhythms and emotive tones serve as a reminder of the subtle power of love, faith, and music.​

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[Verse 1]  
Out on the lunar dust, beneath the starry dome,  
The first family to call the Moon their home.  
Tommy stands watch by the solar arrays,  
While Earthrise paints the sky in soft blue-gray.  
Dad’s in command, with a sharp, steady hand,  
Keeping us safe in this alien land.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
And though the world we left feels so far away,  
We’ve found a rhythm in this lunar ballet.  

[Chorus]  
We’re living life on a moonbeam dream,  
Under the glow of the Earth’s blue gleam.  
Every star whispers, “You’re not alone,”  
This Moonbase is more than a shelter—it’s home.  

[Verse 2]  
Mom’s in the kitchen, working her magic with care,  
Turning Moon rations into meals we all can share.  
Tommy checks the generators, keeps the power alive,  
While the youngest, Sarah, makes the garden thrive.  
Satellite TV streams shows from afar,  
A little slice of Earth under the Moon’s cold stars.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
We all have a role, we all do our part,  
Keeping the Moonbase beating with heart.  

[Chorus]  
We’re living life on a moonbeam dream,  
Under the glow of the Earth’s blue gleam.  
Every star whispers, “You’re not alone,”  
This Moonbase is more than a shelter—it’s home.  

[Bridge]  
Sometimes we wonder if they see us up here,  
Tiny lights on the surface of the sphere.  
But together we laugh, and together we play,  
Making memories on these lunar days.  
Tommy tells stories of battles and skies,  
While Sarah and Mom bake "Earthrise pies."  

[Chorus]  
We’re living life on a moonbeam dream,  
Under the glow of the Earth’s blue gleam.  
Every star whispers, “You’re not alone,”  
This Moonbase is more than a shelter—it’s home.  

[Outro]  
So here we stand, a family of four,  
Building a life on this cratered shore.  
The first of many to reach for the skies,  
Watching Earthrise with wonder in our eyes.

Moonbeam Dream

(basely loosed on Waltz Op. 64 No. 3 in A-flat by Frederic Chopin)

it slips away
my darling
one dip in the hot sun
then gone back where we come from

it slips away
my darling
one lick and we're done for
don't think it will stop for you

your rage won't throw off the night
though if you're doing it right
you'll wish you could go for one more
round on the carousel

sit still and go around
can't get off the carousel
sit still and go around

it slips away
my darling
one dip in the hot sun
then gone back where we come from

it slips away
my starling
one blink and we're done for
don't think it will stop for you

rage won't turn off the night
though if you've done alright
you'll wish you could go for one more
round on the carousel

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Carousel (with Chopin)

When the world happens to feel chaotic, wearing the robes - the Okesa or rakusu - of the Buddha is akin to wrapping the world with compassion and benevolence. 

The Verse of the Okesa.

Dai sai ge da pukku/ musō fuku den e/ hi bu nyorai kyo/ kō do shō shu jō

Vast is the robe of liberation 
A formless field of benefaction 
I wear the Tathāgata teaching 
Saving all sentient beings.

This verse is chanted three times after dawn meditation - dawn zazen - in Zen temples across Asia and the West. The intention is to show respect for the teachings of the Buddha, which are signified by the cloth Okesa, before wearing it.

The Okesa is a rectangular garment worn over the left shoulder. The Japanese kesa are made of patchwork (割截衣; kassetsue), composed of five, seven, nine, or more panels of fabric that are sewn together.

Takessa Ge, Dawn Song

Streaming/Downloads: https://push.fm/fl/0oxdwh7f

In this intimate, dreamy and heart- breaking journey back into childhood, Inyha invites us into her most precious memories with her father, who left this world too soon.

This minimal yet thoroughly arranged French chanson feels as if the artist is sitting right beside us — with soft, whisper-like spoken words at times and dramatic passages that go straight to the bone.

Deeply emotional and authentic, with influences ranging from Charlotte Gainsbourg to Romy Schneider and Léo Ferré, this melancholic piece full of nostalgia does not leave the listener untouched.


////// Paroles (English translation hereunder )

La traversée
De l’herbe pleine de rosée 
Le matin
Dans notre grand jardin 
En tenant ta main
En tenant ta main
Avec ma petite main

La moto
Bleu ciel de l’autodrome 
Pour enfants
Après une journée de plage 
Les étés en Italie
Ces étés en Italie
Des jours heureux 
Épanouies

Et la lune
Qu’on cherchait ensemble
Si haut dans le ciel en hiver 
Et les étoiles brillaient
Et mon étoile dansait
Et ton étoile m’accompagnait

Et ces étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, les étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra

Le temps passe
Et ton visage s’efface 
Dans ma mémoire
Si loin, si loin
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
A peine 7 ans

Mon regard effrayé
Face à toi et tu me disais 
Tout blanc
Que je devrais pas avoir peur 
Que c’était toujours toi
Que c’était toujours toi
Mon papa, mon papa

Le lapin en papier
Qui était censé
Veiller sur toi
Le jours et nuits loin de moi 
Mais qui est revenu
sans espoir
Avant la fin des temps 
Avant la fin de ton temps

Mais je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra.


////// English translation:

Crossing Dew-laden grass
In the morning light 
In our big garden 
Holding your hand 
Holding your hand 
With my little hand

The sky-blue motorcycle 
At the children’s Autodrome
After a day at the beach 
Summers in Italy
Those summers in Italy 
Happy days
Full of joy

And the moon
We looked for together
So high in the winter sky
And the stars were shining bright 
My star was dancing
And your star was guiding me

And those stars up there speak to me 
And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again 
Yes, those stars up there speak to me And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again

Time goes by
And your face fades In my memory
So far, so far away
I was only a child
I was only a child 
Barely 7 years old

My frightened eyes
When I saw you and you said 
All pale
That I shouldn’t be afraid
That it was still you
That it was still you
My daddy, my daddy

The paper bunny
That was meant to
Watch over you
The days and nights away from me 
But it came back
Without any hope
Before the end of time 
Before the end of your time

But I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one day we’ll meet again
Yes, I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again.

Le lapin en papier

the act that never ends

Killarney Room

This was already my favourite track on the album when it was made even better ...by @APi_ZZ remixing the harmonies.

20. The Judgement

The lovely poem "The Perfect Woman" by William Wordsworth is worth(!) another musical arrangement. Here it is. 

luminous

FIVE - THE FIFTH SEASON
BOOKLET: https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1377739/five-the-fifth-season-booklet.pdf

CHAPTER 1 - REVERIE. HOW THINGS USED TO BE
The poem paints autumn as both a season of beauty and a metaphor for love’s fleeting, ripened fullness. The falling leaves become vows and secrets, while the golden twilight suggests intimacy shared before winter’s shadow arrives. There is a tenderness in the imagery of hands held and orchards kissed, where harvest symbolizes the culmination of passion and life’s richness. Yet within its romance lies awareness of transience—time and death are present, but rather than diminish the moment, they make it more precious. In this way, autumn becomes an embrace: a reminder that love, like the season, burns brightest as it fades.
 

VERSE 1
The air is softer, touched with gold,
As summer’s flame begins to fold;
Each leaf, a whispered vow released,
Falls slow, like secrets told in peace.

VERSE 2
The trees are brides in amber veils,
Their rustling hymns are tender tales;
The wind, a lover, bends to kiss
The orchard’s lips with fleeting bliss.

VERSE 3
Your hand in mine, the twilight glows,
Through crimson paths the river flows;
And every sigh the season weaves
Is sealed in fire among the leaves.

VERSE 4
Let winter wait, let shadows fall—
This hour of harvest holds it all:
The ripened heart, the fleeting breath,
The beauty born from time and death.

AUTUMNS EMBRACE (FIVE 1.2)

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 ...