A Thousand Miles Away

For my Children and Pupils!! It's the time! Take fly! Let's surf on the Waves of Life.

It's the time! Take fly!

Alt pop / rock song about flying on a magic carpet.

I was kicking up the sand in a crowded town, I never knew anyone
I took a plane from Iraq and I ended up right here, in I don't know where
A man with no shoes stepped in front of me
He wouldn't let me go
He pulled a rolled-up rug from under his arm
Said it's a gift for you my Western friend

"It's a special kind of rug that'll take you to the sky"

All we need is magic for a magic carpet
We can fly together on our magic carpet
It's a sky-high party flying on a carpet
We just wanna party riding on a carpet

See the carpet float across the desert sand, a hundred people were cheering
Excitement quickly developed to a carnival air, soon everyone was there
I felt a little lonely being here by myself, I couldn't fly this alone
'Sir we wanna fly too, can we climb on with you?"
Yeah yeah yeah we can fly anywhere!

We're getting down on a carpet in the sky 

All we need is magic for a magic carpet
We can fly together on our magic carpet
It's a sky-high party flying on a carpet
We just wanna party riding on a carpet

Fly fly fly it's a magical ride
Fly fly fly with the birds in the sky
Fly fly fly see the stars up high
We wanna fly fly fly fly fly fly high

The warm breeze of the Summer
The bright blue sky
This carpet's got a rhythm
Feel the groove inside
See the people down below watch our magic carpet fly

We're getting down on a carpet in the sky

Riding a magic carpet through the desert sky
What a mystical feeling
I was a stranger on the ground but I've got new friends with me
Just dancing and living our best life
Our western eyes could never see that eastern minds can set you free
This feeling is cleansing my soul
If you feel a little blue this will make you feel cool
Do you wanna fly with the Sultans in the sky?

We're getting down on a carpet in the sky

All we need is magic for a magic carpet
We can fly together on our magic carpet
It's a sky-high party flying on a carpet
We just wanna party riding on a carpet

All we need is magic for a magic carpet
We can fly together on our magic carpet
It's a sky-high party flying on a carpet
We just wanna party riding on a carpet 

Oi! What you kids doing with my flaming rug?


VARISONIK - Magic Carpet

This work was composed specifically for The Viola Commissioning Circle (VCC) Composer Prize based in London.

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🎵 Title: Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 05:07
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Classical / Neoclassical / Soundtrack
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video: https://youtu.be/2qpfngZPqsU

📝 Description
"Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a chamber composition for eight instruments, deeply rooted in the expressive tradition of the Russian musical school, profoundly inspired by the legacies of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky and Georgy Sviridov. The piece seeks to capture the ephemeral beauty of memory, weaving an atmosphere of tender melancholy and quiet contemplation, as if illuminated by the delicate glow of a winter landscape.

At its heart lies the theme of nostalgia — a longing for moments lost, expressed through a lyrical dialogue between the strings (first and second violins, viola, cello, and double bass) and the poignant timbre of the winds (flute, oboe, and clarinet). The strings evoke heartfelt emotions, whispering tales of cherished recollections, while the winds add a breath of airy lightness and a subtle shimmer of hope. The double bass provides a resonant foundation, grounding the composition in the timeless embrace of the natural world.

This work transcends a specific narrative, instead inviting listeners on an emotional journey — a meditation on the fleeting nature of time, the enduring power of the human spirit, and the universal search for harmony. "Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a sonic painting, a tapestry of sound designed to stir the soul and awaken the imagination. It’s a testament to the beauty found within stillness, and a celebration of the delicate balance between joy and sorrow.

🎼 Key: A-Dur | Time Signature: 3/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace

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A journey through invisible scars and ghosts that never stop talking. This song was born from the need to give voice to the silence that follows an emotional wound, between sharp melodies and visceral lyrics.
"There is ash in my mouth / From all the screams I never found" - each line is a whispered or shouted confession, suspended between anger and weakness.

Intense vocals, dark atmospheres and deep lyrics blend together in a track that speaks of pain, memory and resurrection.
If you have ever loved too much, if you have ever lost yourself in the noise left by someone else, this song is for you.

🎧 Listen, share, let yourself be pierced.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie 

You can hear other works with her here;)
https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/grunge-vocals-by-sophie

Verse 1
Numb again, I drag my skin
Through the static of your voice within
You left your ghost inside my head
Feeding on the words I never said

Pre-Chorus
And I sleep with your silence
Like a razor in the sheets
I dig my nails through the violence
Of the memories I keep

Chorus
There's ashes in my mouth
From all the screams I never found
I built a shrine of broken glass
To watch it fall, to make it last

Verse 2
Your name’s a wound I can't unlace
A shadow stitched into my face
You haunt the space between my bones
And play me like a dial tone

Pre-Chorus
I breathe in the poison
Of a love that’s gone to rust
Your fingerprints still poison
Every breath, every touch

Chorus
There's ashes in my mouth
From all the screams I never found
I built a shrine of broken glass
To watch it fall, to make it last

Bridge (scream or whispered)
Bury me beneath the static
Burn my name into the wall
If I rise it won’t be gentle
It’ll be to watch you fall

Final Chorus
Ashes in my mouth
(Whispers wrapped in flames of doubt)
Every kiss a loaded gun
I’m not the only broken one

Ashes in my mouth

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

"The Short Story's Ending" by The Dark Messiahs

A slow, smoke-drenched descent into noir jazz minimalism. Sticks Thompson’s restrained percussion and Sonny Rhodes’ sparse piano set a hushed, uneasy mood, while Guy Stansfield’s clarinet and Blue Six’s trumpet emerge in ghostly bursts—echoes in the darkness. Wilt Flowers anchors the piece with deep, deliberate bass, giving the track a sense of weight and finality.

An evocative closing statement—empty streets, last drinks, and nothing left to say.

The Dark Messiahs – The Short Story's Ending | Doom Jazz Noir

By pressing play
you agree to
1. Become a lifelong devotee of this artist
2. Stream everything, even the weird side projects
3. Comment: "Genius"
4. Buy vinyl
Even if you don't own a turntable
Especially if you don't own a turntable

You tapped the beat? That's binding
You laughed? That's proof of consent
By tapping your foot in a public place
you now owe me your attention
until my artistic phase ends
or I fake my death for press

No refunds
No complaints
No skipping the outro

Clause 7b: You will defend me in comment sections
Clause 9: You will quote me in arguments you barely understand
Clause 12: Your soul remains mine
in perpetuity
plus royalties

She ate the fries
He bought the fries
Boom - contract

Somewhere between ketchup
and that third laugh
she apparently co-signed
his entire fantasy

Her wrist brushed his wrist
now she's liable
for his unmet expectations
plus damages

Didn't read the menu?
Still binding
Smiled politely?
That's consent

These are the terms
These are the traps
You clicked "I agree"
without reading the map
No opt-out clause
No human review
By being polite
you said "I do"

Hired on a handshake
you just sold your Sundays
Your dreams?
They've been repurposed
for synergy

The job title said "Creative"
but it meant
"Copy, paste, obey"
You clock in?
You vanish
You breathe in cubicle gray

Your spine?
Company property
Your passion?
A performance metric

See Appendix D
for how to smile on Zoom
while crying on mute
See Section 19
on swallowing your rage
without leaving trace

These are the terms
These are the binds
You didn't negotiate
you were just being kind
Now your silence is debt
Your patience is proof
Your signature's inked
in the sweat of your youth

By hearing this
you acknowledge
All transactions are final
All expectations are assumed
All resistance
is a breach of contract

Thank you for your compliance!

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Guitars, Bass And Keys By Robert Grigg.
Drums By Yamaha Keyboard.
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The Ghost Walk

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Lyrics 

Game over 

There are people who are important.
And some who are always missed. 
There are people who aren't worth it.
And those who no one noticed.

I've cried 'help' right in your face.
You turned away and left the place. 
For an eternity I'm stunned.
Wonder what you really want.

Am I just your backup one?
If something in your life goes wrong? 
Never one you really missed.
Why do you force me to exist? 
And somewhere someone's saying:
Game over. - Thanks for playing.

Tragedy is few words make a change.
And I no longer have the strength.
Convinced that you already know.
Your smile could keep me in flow. 

Am I just your backup one?
If something in your life goes wrong? 
Never one you really missed.
Why do you force me to exist? 
And somewhere someone's saying:
Game over. - Thanks for playing.

You live your lives somewhere above, 
just need a fraction of your love. 
Have you forgotten everything?
Have you forgotten who I am?
  
Am I just your backup one?
If something in your life goes wrong? 
Never one you really missed.
Why do you force me to exist? 
And somewhere someone's saying:
Game over. - Thanks for playing.
Game over. - Thanks for playing.

I'm long dead, no need to cry.
Just be fair and don't ask why.

© Sarima 

#music therapy 

Game over

gentle (semi-acoustic) guitar instrumental

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