Very nice - enjoyed this a lot - thanks David

Nice piano beautiful melody keep up the good work.

beautiful, fills me with nostalgia of my childhood. lovely melody

Really lovely and gentle melody, congratulations.

Another wonderful explanatory modulation!! Je adore!

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Benefietconcert Top Musici voor de Vrede in
Noorderkerk Amsterdam 1 April 2022
This is a live recording of my solo "Cold Wind" played during this concert.

Trumpet: Igor Iofe 
Organ: Cinzia Nistico
Sound recording: Amir Bar
Mastering: Igor Iofe
Photo: © Hans Thé

This is a an Armenian folk tune called 'Hovern Elan'. Traditionally it is played on duduk. In this arrangement I play it on a four valves quartertone trumpet with accompaniment of organ.

Cold Wind (LIVE in Noorderkerk)

An evil eye,
taking you down from inside,
and a chance to find.
All promises pitch up and die.

The darkest days,
provide us an easy escape.
But, pain is safe,
it's better to stay in one place.

Save me if you must insist that I'm crazy.
Hesitating, im too lazy. 
to dig myself out of this hole.
Oh, show me a way through the doldrums,
then hold me, never again, to be lonely.
A spark still remains in my bones. 

As age increased, 
pictured in dramatic releif.
A statue that weeps,
with a wink and a turn of the cheek.

You carried on. 
In spite all the chords you got wrong.
For one final song.
No one is here for too long.

The main line.
The way through the forest at night time.
The secret that lasts a whole lifetime.
No darkness encroaching upon.
Let go of me.
Because everything can be just rosy.
The doldrums can be warm and cosy.
When you learn to be on your own. 

Alcohol. 
A saccharine plaster that falls,
off all too soon.
A madman that howls at the moon.
A beaten soul,
A pocket of nonsense to hold.
Like a shining stone,
All pathways that lead your to home.

Depression 
Perhaps this can be a good lesson,
to not notice what you've been missing,
to separate mind from the soul. 
You'll never get,
without at least getting your feet wet.
At least you're not quite bloody there yet.
You don't even know what is wrong. 


The Doldrums

Lyrics 

The joy of life is found in living, 
Pushing one’s self to the max with all you’ve been given. 
Opportunities will arise for those who choose to open their eyes…
To draft a decent picture from objects in Life’s mixture, 
To Be content with days well spent,
To be glad to see where your hard work went.
May all the products of your creation be your liberation,
and your outcomes enlighten your situation,
All as you learn to realise, the joy of life being a prize.

Poetry & Song: Life’s Joy

A piano Waltz
Composed, and performed by Bassel Hajj Chehade.
Mixed and mastered by Nadjib Gamoura.

Little Waltz

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H.P. Lovecraft´s At The Mountains Of Madness

when you see a flower   
your mind makes up color
it sends you down a chute of pretty lies
into a fanta-

-sy and when you picked me
such is my power
I shield you from the truth
with propaganda

pity the fool
who walks alone through the muck
as his poor knees give in (it's a given)

had he worn our wool
the moment his luck ran out
would enrich someone living
(someone important)

life isn’t fair
when you’ve always had a bear 
when you’ve only had a bear for a mother
you best let her hear
your loudest cheer your sincerest
praise of your only Godfather

so let’s hear your cheer
for your present and only Godfather

if you stock my cellar
I’ll rubber-stamp your valor
and send you to a place where you can rest
it’s only six feet deep

if you deny me
such is my power
I’ll make your own wife and child detest
your living, breathing company

woe to the fool
who thinks he can reason 
his way out of my daydreams!

I’m invincible
as long as the dim multitudes 
choose to bow to my sentries

Chorus: repeated

amazing, infallible
amazing, infallible, courageous
amazing, infallible
amazing, infallible, voracious

Chorus: repeated
 
then one day you’ll cheer
for your next and your only Godfather

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Godfather

One Saturday can't keep your dreams alive.
Stare at the ceiling try to call to mind.
Flashing the things you did the night before.
They've got you nowhere fifty times or more. 

Oh! weekend! showing up, were all falling out.
Oh! weekend! hopefully we'll sleep around. 
Oh! weekend! coming up and acting out.
Some weekends only bring you down. 

I never saw myself your low down way.
I always knew that I'd move on one day.
Oh I don't blame you and you can't blame me.
Nobody explains, what becomes of we. 

Oh! weekend! showing up, were all falling out.
Oh! weekend! hopefully we'll see you round. 
Oh! weekend! coming up and acting out.
Some weekends only bring you down. 

You're counting down again it starts Monday.
To get somewhere you give your dreams away.
Your fingers grasping at a closing door.
You would be gone, if you could just get more. 

Oh! weekend! showing up, were all falling out.
Oh! weekend! hopefully we'll sleep around. 
Oh! weekend! coming up and acting out.
Some weekends only bring you down.

Weekend

one of my older songs
"Wasteland" Orchestral Epic Instrumental Prod. and Composed By Nomax
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Nomax

"Wasteland" Orchestral Epic Instrumental Prod. and Composed By Nomax

Simple Questions lyrics:
v1:
Saw her the other day
The most beautiful one
A girl I`ve not in my wildest dreams thought I`d ever meet

And so far I`m right
`Cause I didnt have the guts
To walk her up,and get in touch,asking some simple questions:

Chorus:
If she wanted to dance
If she wanted to talk
If she wanted a coffee,
or to go for a walk
If she could use a laugh,
or if she needed a shoulder
If she wanted to make this night one to remember when she grew older

v2:
Then again yesterday
I saw her in town
Looking ten times more beautiful than any of the other ones around

And then I thought,
If I was a `ladies man`,
I`d hit her up with small-talk and a smile, like only these guys can.

Chorus:
If she wanted to dance
If she wanted to talk
If she wanted a coffee,
or to go for a walk
If she could use a laugh,
or if she needed a shoulder
If she wanted to make this night one to remember when she grew older

v3:
But I`m not one of them,
So here I stand.
Watching her disappear while I`m disappointed with who I am...

-At least in my dreams.
she is coming towards me.
Making me retain my religious beliefs with just some simple questions:

Choirs:

If I wanted to dance
If I wanted to talk
If I wanted a coffee
or to go for a walk
If I could use a laugh
or if I needed a shoulder
If I wanted to make this night one to remember when I grew older

v4:

Then I wake up.
And find myself on my own
I brace myself for coffee as it is a bit draining having alone.

I check my phone for missed calls
although I know there are none
except for boosted coffee broken dreamers like me will always have a dry run.

`Closing`choirs:

yes this is me,
I will always be free.
this evil curse is my destiny.
I`m not much of a dancer.
nor am I a small talker
and I sure as hell wont be remembered when she grow older

Simple Questions

If catharsis is the sense of relief after tragedy, this is what comes afterward.

The Sound of Light

Born in Lebanon in 1987, Bassel Hajj is a pianist and composer who plays and writes in multiple musical genres including classical, ambient, electronic,  and Jazz.

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