I strained my wrist playing guitar while practicing a new piece I hope to post in a month or two, so in the meantime I decided to freshen up a short piece I had on SC from a few years ago. It’s a simple melody, a musical meditation, towards peace; the dove of peace carries this message, through many cultures and religions. Peace is needed now, more than ever. Hope you may spend 2 minutes with me to meditate.
PS. Wasn't able to master this with clarity, so headphones/earphones best.

Peace Dove

As the title says these are thoughts for a summer day (btw, I'm not religious, but I appreciate people who practice their faith):  
- Take a break from technology here and there;
- Have some hope in humanity;
- Do what you can to make it a better world; 
- Try hard to find people who you vibe with and enjoy their company.

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THOUGHTS FOR A SUMMER SUNDAY
(c) JunkHeap Mar 01 2024

Looking at the sunrise, 
flowing through the dusty blinds,
bleary-eyed, not really wanting to wake.  
Taking a deep breath and stretching away the sleep. 
I know it's gonna be a good day.
I Hope!  it's gonna to be a good day.

Skip the 'get ready' lyrics, hit the street, 
knowing it's for sure cold out there.

I hear the sounds, and the smells of my main street,
climate change giving a bit of repreive, 
from the usual deep freeze.
I know I shouldn't say it, but I like the warmth.

The familiar people I see in the hood, 
wishing the trees were green and the sun
bathing us with its warmth, 
as the winter concludes.
We're wishing for an end to the cold,
careful what you wish for!

Ch.
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about.
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Ya... turn on the TV and it's the same-same.
Smartphone, computer... the same-same.
Everyone trying to yell louder than everyone else.

Hearing the bell on the steeple a block away,
being a non-church type, I say hey...
Hard to say anything without sounding like a preacher,
but sometimes we need a little faith, in hard times,
a little faith, in ourselves, a little faith, in hard times,
find the strength, in these hard times, 
we want the same.

Ch. 
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about. 
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Guit solo.

Ch.

Thoughts For A Summer Sunday

❤️🎶The music unites us all❤️🎶
Sadness / A piece that captures the depth of sorrow and the delicate hope for healing. With moving melodies, atmospheric soundscapes, and emotional intensity, this track takes you into a world of reflection and inner strength. ‘Sadness’ is a reminder that within every melancholy, there lies a quiet beauty. Thank you for diving into this soundscape and sharing this moment with me!
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Sadness / Ein Stück, das die Tiefe von Trauer und die zarte Hoffnung auf Heilung einfängt. Mit bewegenden Melodien, atmosphärischen Klangteppichen und einer emotionalen Intensität entführt dieser Track in eine Welt voller Nachdenklichkeit und innerer Stärke. ‚Sadness‘ ist eine Erinnerung daran, dass in jeder Melancholie auch eine stille Schönheit liegt. Danke, dass ihr in diese Klangwelt eintaucht und diesen Moment mit mir teilt!

Sadness

SilverBella: Music, lyrics and vocals https://www.looperman.com/users/profile/5625165
The Bird Inside: Music

Lyrics:

We got our diamonds in our pockets
We got our chickens in a row
We finally got our shit together enough
To pack up our stuff
Let's go!

We got the city in our rear view
Heading down old country roads
The static turns into a signal
On this transistor radio
Here we go, here we go

Get on your feet
The music will take you there
Tonite, tonite
Je ne care pas ce soir

Get on your feet
The music will take you there
Tonite, tonite

Following this road to nowhere
Til we find our proper home
They can look but they won’t
Find us in our
New found nature zone
Here we go, here we go, let go

Get on your feet
The music will take you there
Tonite, tonite
Je ne care pas ce soir

Get on your feet
The music will take you there
Tonite, tonite

Get On Your Feet - Featuring SilverBella

I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU

YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW

DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY CONFINED TO MY BED
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY, AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY, CONFINED TO MY BED,
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY,
AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

NOW I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK
THE WAY I TALK
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH

THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW


MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY, CONFINED TO MY BED,
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY,
AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

I CAN’T BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CAN’T DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO

I WOULDN’T IF YOU PAID ME
YOU’RE NOT THE CHOSEN FEW
REMIND ME OF A BABY
ONE WEEK BEFORE IT’S DUE
LIKE MISSES NOSFERATU
BEFORE THE INTERVIEW
YOU PROVE THAT EVERY NIGHTMARE
EVENTUALLY COMES TRUE

I CANNOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CANNOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK
THE WAY I TALK
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH

THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW

MY MEMORY, HAZY
MY THOUGHTS, A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNISIS, CRAZY
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

I CAN’T BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CAN’T DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER
I AIN’T NO MORON
I AIN’T NOTHING, NOTHING LIKE YOU

DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ONLY WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER EXPLAINED WHY

YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK
THE WAY I TALK
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

NASTAZIO GKOUMAS  GROUP Synthesia

Stranded

'Turn The Page Please' is a Jazz Fusion/Rock track and features Tony Conway on guitar (solo).
It's always a pleasure to have Tony join me and no exception here, as he takes another excellent solo.
https://soundcloud.com/user-95115433

Walking The Straight And Narrow

Turn The Page Please

Turn The Page Please (Feat. Tony Conway)

LYRICS
One summers day they sent me away
Said your country needs a hero.
They said the enemy is near
But have no fear
There will be lots of boys like you
You might Know

And they marched us up and down
And then told us to sit down.
That was splendid boys
We think you're ready
And they gave us all a gun like the war was almost won
Just hold the line, hold it steady

But we wallowed in the mud
With the bodies and the blood
While the Generals sat there smoking
And drinking wine
And I didn't feel so brave
It felt like living in a cave
Where the dead and the living
Shared the outcome

And they marched us up and down
Then they told us to sit down.
That was splendid boys
We think you're ready
And they gave us all a gun like the war was almost won
Just hold the line, hold it steady

Instrumental

The Generals led the way
When they heard we'd won the day
And they waved their hats
And threw them in the air
But we were a sorry crew
And we did it all for you
But now we find they've given it all away
Away

Outro

Just Hold The Line

The Pièces froides are two sets of piano pieces composed in March 1897 by Erik Satie. Unpublished until 1912 when Ravel played them publicly, they marked Satie's break from the mystical-religious music of his Rosicrucian and Gymnopodies period (1891–95), and were a harbinger of his humoristic piano suites of the 1910s. 

The title Pièces froides, translated as Cold Rooms or Cold Cuts, is a punning allusion to the dire poverty Satie experienced during his last years living in Montmartre. In July 1896, he had been forced to move into an unheated ground floor closet (he called it a "cupboard”. The space was so small that Satie's camp bed all but blocked the door shut, and on frigid nights he kept warm by sleeping fully dressed with the rest of his clothing piled on top of him.

This the second of the two cold pieces: Danses de travers (Crooked Dances)
1. En y regardant à deux fois (Give it a good look)
2. Passer (Go on)
3. Encore (Again)

Here i've arranged the original solo piano for 2 classical guitars, 12-string, celeste, woodwinds & strings.

cover art: Le Repas Frugal by Picasso

Erik Satie, Pièces Froides

Picture: Washington and Lafayette at the Battle of Brandywine
circa 1825, oil on canvas by John Vanderlyn

Brandywine Creek

Remember '77 when we held the line
On the banks of the Brandywine.
They fought like dogs and we did too,
Though none of us had any clue

About the general's secret plan
women and horses traded in a scam

We who get shot at, don't know naught
Inside the trenches with our sorry lot.
In the forests of Delaware
You'll remember what happened there

In shallow waters, I covered my trail
but my crossing was to no avail

 Comes a time 
 We'll be crossing the Brandywine
 Come spirit of '76
 down with the redcoats, hurray for the whigs

Washington still stuck to his guns
but a flanking maneuver set him on the run
Despite the loss and the cannonade
a tactical pullback was swiftly made.

The continental brigade still had time
On the banks of the Brandywine

 Comes a time 
 We'll be crossing the Brandywine
 Come spirit of '76
 down with the redcoats, hurray for the whigs
 
Remember '21, snow fell down
a north wind blew all around
Brandywine painted in white
covering up the soldier's plight.

Philadelphia here we come!
Down from Westgrove to Rising Sun

Brandywine Creek

I say it the way I see it, not the way THEY want me to see it!

Influenced by Gothic Music, lots of Funk, lots of Fusion, Post Industrial, Psychedelia, a smidgen of Post Punk, elements of Death and Dark Disco, traces o Trip Hop, Trap, EDM, Trance, Techno, House, Glam Rock, Nu Disco; Dub; I think you get the picture!

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

ATHENS DEATH DISCO aka GOTHIC FUNK