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phaedra reads happiness

lyrics ,music &arrangement by MASAYOSHI MATSUNAGA in 2021 
Vocal by IA English CeVIO
Illustration & Video by Punio ( https://twitter.com/puniotopunio )

YouTube https://youtu.be/tHm3ac983uY
ニコニコ動画 https://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm39737708

In use instruments : 
・Guitar 1 : Impact Soundworks Shreddage 3 Archtop
・Guitar 2 : Impact Soundworks Shreddage 3 Stratus
・Guitar 3 : Native Instruments SESSION GUITARIST Electric Sunburst DELUXE
・Bass : Spectrasonics Trilian
・Drums : XLN Audio Addictive Drums2 

～ Lyrics ～

On the night in the forest ,you and I were still dancing joyfully.
There were many bright stars. A gentle breeze was blowing around us.
We gazed each other with love and exchanged many words and smiles in the moonlight.
We had our hope for the future.  And it was the happy moment for me.

You were lovely and beautiful ,and dancing like a fairy.
So I was having my eyes glued to you ,who I've loved.

The bird has flown away and vanished. The moon and stars have disappeared. 
Now there's daylight around me. I am just standing alone in front of a flower.

"What a beautiful flower. How blue."

I can only be murmuring dispassionately and having my eyes glued to the blue flower.
Soon I say good-bye and leave from the forest.

The sunray is hot for me. Ravens are flying in the air.
I'm very thirsty and lonely in a broad moorland without you. 



Surrounded by a thick fog ,I am hearing something quiet.
And I am starting to walk after the voices in a faint light and the fog.
As I go on ,I feel more comfortable and nostalgic for you.

"Good to hear your voice ! Please come again in front of me !
I'm anxious to dance with you as if that night in the deep forest..."

...The fog lifts immediately. I can just see a blue flower on a black grave.   

Black wild horses come running through a strong wind and midnight.
The ground is quaking as if fury ,so I cannot be standing. And I'm falling down.
The blue flower is blown to a great height. In front of the horses ,I give up all.
I am so sad to lose your voices. I wonder if I should have sacrificed myself.  

"Forget it all ! Forget it all !" ,someone is talking to me.

At the great height ,the flower is glimmering with blue. 

Gravity is catching and pressing me ,and I cannot come up to the flower.
Soon the horses might break up my body into pieces.
There's heaven there. God must deliver me from evil and confusion.
But I am regretful that I cannot reach the blue flower. 

Our memories must have something meaningful 
,though bodies will be broken up into pieces.
Even though there are lots of confusions and evil wills 
,the world definitely needs our memories.
So I should remember them in the world and don't have to forget you and your voices.  
Black wild horses come running to me shortly ,through a strong wind and midnight.

"Forget it all ! Forget it all !" ,someone evil is shouting to me.

At the great height ,the flower is shining with bright blue... ... ...

Practices for IA English C

【IA English C】 The World Needs Our Memories （習作的英語ソング No.9 ～ Study for English Song No.9)

it always changes

Lyrics:

I’ve dropped dead
a thousand times before
Felt my heart stop beating
as I fell down to the floor
I’ve stopped breathing
as my lungs collapsed
and I never came back

I dropped dead inside
when I realized the truth
About my past, and my childhood
and all of the abuse
I’m not sure how I’m ever supposed to heal
When there is nothing in my heart
that seems real

I’ve dropped dead
a thousand times before
Felt my heart stop beating
as I fell down to the floor
I’ve stopped breathing
as my lungs collapsed
and I never came back

i never came back

unborn babies don't cry

nothing to hold onto

Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAtba06mEv0

www.benholmesmusic.com

Spice Droppers: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTAKq1aquozHjIGyf2kWqQA 

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I'm Fat Prod by Nicky Spacebum

Au bout du tunnel

never ending road

The Darkling Thrush, for orchestra
Composed in 2017. 
Revised in 2022. 

This tone poem for orchestra was composed in 2017, after being fascinated by the vivid imagery of the barren, English winter landscape captured in the eponymous poem by Thomas Hardy. Some of the orchestration was revised in December, 2022. 

Here is the poem:

I leant upon a coppice gate
      When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
      The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
      Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
      Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
      The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
      The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
      Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
      Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
      The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
      Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
      In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
      Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
      Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
      Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
      His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
      And I was unaware.

(https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44325/the-darkling-thrush)

The Darkling Thrush, a poem for orchestra (2017, rev. 2022)

Pianists Xenia Pestova and Pascal Meyer at contemporary music festival Ars Musica, Brussels, Belgium, 2018.

Textile 1 (2006) for two pianos came into being when Egidija Medeksaite discovered the technique of mapping the patterns she was using in her textile work onto musical structures. The initial formula for a composition is fixed in the form of a geometrical textile pattern; the white and black elements of the grid convey musical microformations of the same nature but in opposition (for example, the ascending or descending directions of the movement of sounds), as if they were warp and weft of a textile. What is important for pianist here is to achieve the smooth, flowing, encompassing flow of sounds, as if they were the play and sparkle of small crystals. 

Linas Paulauskis, Music Information Centre Lithuania

Textile_1

Experiments in music. Just having some fun.

(I’ve been told it’s “Party Music for depressed people” )

never ending road

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