Voices To Fall In Love

Try not to dwell on the tough times.  So many good things in  life
to reflect on -- a good woman, birth of my babies, them growing up
and moving on, friends and family for support.  Ah, keep your
heart on fire!

My Heart's On Fire  (Original)

dreamy, flowy, breezy, soft recorded in January 2019 before lockdown and before Sophie!

It Takes Me

Une chanson écrite récemment faisant écho à l'actualité sous la forme d'un danger d'une toute autre ampleur. La voilà inachevée, désaccordée...

du bas du bourg Se Sauver
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du bas du bourg Se Sauver

Poem: by Emily Dickinson (Hope. from 1862)
Hope is so beautifully described in Emily Dickinson's poem. Hope, like a fragile bird, or like a storm. The hope we carry within us.
Piano , keys, and instrumental composition: Yann Kifer @annkifer
Vocal, vocal composition and photo: Oddrun Eikli
Thank you so much for this JOY Yann. Thank you from my heart.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (10. desember 1830- 15. mai 1886)

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

'"Hope" is the thing with feathers is one of the best known of Emily Dickinson's poems. An extended metaphor, it likens the concept of hope to a feathered bird that is permanently perched in the soul of every human. There it sings, never stopping in its quest to inspire.

Emily Dickinson wrote this poem in 1862, a prolific year for her poetry, one of nearly 1,800 poems she penned during her lifetime. Only seven of these were published while she was still alive. Her sister, Lavinia, collected and helped publish all of her poems after Emily's death in 1886.

Her poetry was highly original but was dismissed or simply misunderstood when she sent her work out for appraisal or publication. It was only after she had passed away and her poems circulated more widely that critics began to appreciate her genius.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers. Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli.

There's some diving ducks down on the dock
they have to share the waters with the otters.
who also like that spot.
They don't know nothin bout the internet
And they don't give a damn about who's President
They just like to swim around all day
Under the water and eat those Fleshy Fishes
Cause they're so Dog Gone Delicious.

Now the gooses are arriving and the ganders they are fighting
and contriving to establish their Goosy Macho standing in the 
Hierarchy of the Gaggle.

And all the said Parties and Some Others
keep sharp eyes to the sky on the lookout for the Mighty Eagles
who hunt so fiercely with their Terrible and unforgiving Talons.

And the Spring is peeking through the Storm Clouds while each
and everyone is anticipating Her Arrival.

There's some Diving Ducks Down on the Dock.(the hierarchy of the Gaggle)

A slow, and sad one. (With Jen Di Biasi, vocals.)

One More Try

Big thanks to my dear friend https://soundcloud.com/holgerengel for playing bass and guitar.

The picture shows a section of „The Crystal Seer“(c. 1530) a painting by Titian (c. 1490 - 1572).

One Glance

in
From a large, old quartz crystal
Grown up in a cavity in the depths
Under a lot of pressure, 
Temperature and mineral supply,
32D3, trigonal and trapezoidal,
Perfectly cut spherical 
Two hands it takes to hold the orb

1
Think of a great dark hall
And in front of a candle this ball
And you look, watch and see
But you cannot find 
A fixed point

The glimpse wanders 
From the surface into the depths
Inside the light is refracting in its rays
And splits further along 
Structural network faults

ref
Peering into the crystal ball 
Glaring into the crystal ball
Risking a look into the crystal ball
And can`t see nothing at all
Nothing at all

So many things that obscure and disguise 
Imagining can be such great surprise

2
Unforeseen the past stands tall
And the line gets small 
Between „i don’t recall“ and
„I can’t remember at all“

But what’s wrong with the future?
Every picture dissolves into fumes
Or is it because it seems to be, 
That the quartz is rather smoky than rosy ?

ref + out
Staring into the crystal ball 
Gazing into the crystal ball
Loose oneself deep in the crystal ball
And can`t see nothing at all
Nothing at all ?

So many things that obscure and disguise 
Imagining can be such great surprise

And for a blink, just a very short while
Really, just the twinkle of an eye, 
Thought that i had looked into your eyes,
Meant that i had seen you somewhere smile

One Glance (ft Holger Engel)

Half Blind Lucy - Morning Face

fly me to the moon

HQ video......  https://vimeo.com/275640582?ref=fb-share&1

This song is a collaboration with the german musician Diversity Of Silence. We recommend to visit his excellent profile:

@diversity-of-silence

Gloom (Ft. Diversity Of Silence).

The Night I Heard Caruso Sing (Everything But The Girl cover)

Vocalist: Kristiana Roemer - soundcloud.com/kristiana-roemer
Bass: Pete Toigo
Written and produced by Christopher Pellnat
Image: depicts featured artist Kristiana Roemer, photographed by Evgeny Milkovich


Sway Me

I'm walking straight into the sun
I won't be swayed by anyone
You're talking - I let the silence speak
You're walking away from what you seek

To sway me

You're smooth, but I like it rough
Your moves are just not enough
You're good-looking - I've seen you in galleries
But eye candy 's just empty calories

You won't sway me

Sway Me - feat. Kristiana Roemer & Pete Toigo

BLACK MIRROR - MY INNOCENCE ( Official HQ Video ).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS-woxkhbWc


My Innocence by Black Mirror is the first single from our album “El Sol de Los Muertos” (2019). Black Mirror / El Hombre Bala Records.

Black Mirror are Inés Bonet & Arsenio Cavada.
Video made and directed by Pablo Bonet & Enrique Alemán.
Production by  Black Mirror.
Cast: Martín Barea González  and Arsenio Cavada.
Found Footage: Prelinger Archives.
Special Thanks to Sara Rueda, Julio Delgado, Fanny González and  Manuel Barea.



MY INNOCENCE

I fell in the very last day
with the cold winter wind running on my face,
there was no sorrow or pain
when I lost in a second my innocence.

Wet eyes wrenching my soul
when I still was a boy in a golden world,
I fell from my bright throne
in the dark and deep grave of my innocence.

I fell in the very last time
when i walked in the waves of my easy life,
there was no sorrow or pain
when the light of the blame
turned love to hate.

Hoping seriously fly
through the green landscapes of my peace of mind,
I fell in my new life
in the dark and deep grave of my innocence.

Walking the path of my prayers
like living the flash of a frozen dream,
knowing it was very late
when I lost in a second my innocence

My innocence,
in the middle of the grave of my innocence,
my innocence.

My Innocence [Official HQ Video]

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written & produced by Brielle 
© All Rights Reserved
lyrics:
Cold wind lashes my face again
And another year has passed
The more we are detached
The more I disregard all the bad
And another year has passed

And I wonder 
Am I still the same?
I wonder 
if I need to explain

I´m looking at all the beautiful pictures of us
And my suitcase is covered in dust

And in my mind I hug you tight
There´ll never be a real Goodbye

Hands in my pocket as I walk
No straight roads ahead
And another year has passed
Home, home

And in my mind I hug you tight
There´ll never be a real Goodbye

Call me dreamer
Call me vagabond
Forever searching
Perhaps it´s what I want

I close my eyes
And hold you tight
There´ll never be a real Goodbye
I know these are such simple lines
But you will always be part of my life

Hands in my pocket
I wander
Hands in my pocket
I wander

Another Year

free as a bird
expecting the painful fall

the strong winds in the dark
tear my paper wings

in the morning
the sun shines and dries my eyes

and a solid mask
petrifies my face

where are the bars that held me?
why has the hand that fed me gone?
where are the chains that hugged me?
why not those sweet lies?

Free as a bird
enjoying beautiful landscapes

Now the storm is potion
and gives me titanium wings

freedom mills grind the grain
with the strong winds of the night

in the morning
fresh bread for breakfast

where are the bars that held me?
why has the hand that fed me gone?
where are the chains that hugged me?
why not those sweet lies?

Fresh Bread For Breakfast ( Black Album mix)

I started with music in the 60s. I was part of several bands.
While my blood boiled to the rhythm of the best Rock & Roll, a tsunami called The Beatles came from Liverpool. That tide lasted twenty years during which the best musicians of the 20th century appeared.
I was there !!!
In the mid-seventies I completely abandoned music. I didn't play a single note for the next fifty years. And now, a little older, I play music in my studio again with more enthusiasm than ever. I think I never should have left it... It gives me life.....
Thank you all, friends, for taking part of your precious time to listen to my humble noises...

Fresh Bread For Breakfast ( Black Album mix)

BLACK MIRROR

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