"Night Circus" (for Orchestra)
Copyright Brian McDonald (ASCAP), HoonToons Publishing (ASCAP)
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Inspired by the awesome book by Erin Morgenstern

Night Circus

Reflections on the life of a boy working in a glass factory in Glasgow, Scotland over 100 years ago.
Copyright 2024 Brian James McDonald (ASCAP)
Copyright 2024 Hoon Toons Publishing (ASCAP)

Measure Of A Life (Piano)

I many times thought peace had come, when peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land at center of the sea,
And struggle slacker, but to prove, as hopelessly as I,
How many the fictitious shores before the harbor lie.
(Emily Dickinson)

Music:
Copyright 2024 Brian James McDonald (ASCAP)
Copyright 2024 Hoon Toons Publishing (ASCAP)
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I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come

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"What Did You Expect?" (Fusion)

Shelter from the Mistral Winds (Piano Improv)

Dream From Another Time

Know What Is Sacred

Goodbye L.A.

A Few Minutes of Music #1 (for Piano)

Let's Drive Up Highway One (Rhodes & Fretless Bass)

Back at the Old Hall (Piano Improv)

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Time: The Fire In Which We Burn (Piano Improv)

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A Moon and Some Roses (for Piano)

A Piano In Vienna (Piano Improv)

Face Towards the Sun, with the Shadows Behind You (Piano Improv)

The pressure makes it so dangerous. New is old and old is wasted, and wasted time is a legacy of mine…

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Wasted Under Pressure

Let The Good Fight Begin
Lyrics & Music: Brian James McDonald (ASCAP)

Hold on tight to the pain within, it’s all right, just let the fight begin 

When it begins, there’s no stopping you 
When it’s happening, there’s no way you lose
And when it’s over, I just count my bruisin’, 
I get back up again, I stand back up again

Hold on tight to the pain within, it’s all right, just let the fight begin
She saw the light just like she saw God
Here in jest, you fly, just let the fight begin

And when it’s over, I just count my bruises and I get back up again. I stand back up again.

So let the fight begin, yeah, only then I can begin again 
We can’t really step away - another hell

So here it is — my final plea of need
in a world where I long to be, to be free.
With the weight of silence, I break the chains, calling out the fury — a pouring rain.

Hold on tight, to the stars we sail,
It’s all right, let the music flail 
She saw the light just like she saw God
Here in jest, you fly, can we just find a life?
She saw the light just like she saw God
Here in jest you fly,
Can we just find a life? 

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Let the Good Fight Begin

"Forever's Just A Pain In The Ass"

A Few More Minutes At The Piano

Rainy Day Skye (for Piano)

L. A. October

An improvisation Inspired by a poem from Walt Whitman: "And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul." 

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The Noble Gossamer Thread (for Piano)

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The Apostate (for Piano)

Dreams Can Slip Away

The Way Home Through The Deep Dark Forest

Rebirth

In The Middle Of It All

Agnus Dei

Copyright 2025 Brian James McDonald Publishing (ASCAP)
Inspired by these words of William Wordsworth

"Moving about in worlds not realised,
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
                      But for those first affections,
                      Those shadowy recollections,
                Which, be they what they may
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;
                Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake"

Brian J McDonald

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