The Cinderlands Portrait Gallery is a reflection of where many find themselves, in this world and many variations of it...   It is a message of understanding and sympathy. Hope for better times after hardship.

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The Cinderlands Portrait Gallery

Sheldon Riley - AGAIN

While he was falling
I saw his hair
And saw mistakes
That I owe
So many deeds
And failure insisted
On being there
To make me

While he was falling,
I saw a small house
On a tiny beach
And hated them both
For the story wasn’t mine
And for the owner
Who spent his life
Building the house
And once he did,
There was nothing else

While he was falling,
I saw words
That glued my lips
To an awful thought
I didn’t think
And didn’t share

While he was falling,
I saw my pants
And felt the liquid
Running down
Through my veins
To the legs
That cheated him

While he was falling,
I saw her name
Torn into letters
Abstract and dead
And I saw her face
It wasn’t mine

While he was falling,
I saw bread
Cut into pigeons
That couldn’t fly
For the wind
Never came on time

When he was falling,
I dug a hole
With his plastic shovel
Into the ground
Beneath his back
And wished his name
Was Alice
And that I could watch him
fall Forever
Or at least
until I died

When he fell down,
I saw myself, an elephant
And an ice cream
It was me, as it was me
And the elephant
That he couldn’t yet
Pronounce
And the ice cream
for the hour after

Falling

Stay

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Gears and Gutters

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Between The Buildings And The Sky

Shift Change Blues

The Weight Of A Conversation

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Dust Devil Dance

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Dust Devil Dance

Keys On The Pavement

_Chanson _ Sous la Peau, l’Éclair

A thunderous hymn for Gaza, global solidarity, and the courage to demand peace.

Genre: Protest Folk / Outlaw Blues / Psychedelic Rock
Mood: Defiant · Hopeful · Unyielding · Soul-Stirring

Lyrical Themes:
✊ Global marches for Palestine – "Twenty million voices rise with the dawn"
🕊️ Nonviolent resistance – "No weapon but light"
🌍 Borderless solidarity – "From Jakarta to London, every cry is a home"
💔 Gaza’s wounds – "Where the olive trees bleed"
⚡ A final plea – "Could we silence the guns? Could we end the night?"

Sound: Imagine Johnny Cash’s grit meets Pink Floyd’s atmospheric sorrow, with the raw fire of Bob Dylan’s protest era. Slide guitars weep, harmonica cries, and a gravelly voice howls the truth like a campfire prophet.

Why Listen?

For the 20 million worldwide marching for Palestine.

For anyone who believes music can be a weapon of light.

For the ghosts of Gaza’s children, and the futures we still must fight for.

Credits:
Written by Klaus Baumdick & Dawn in Peace

Twenty Million Strong

"Verse 1
The clock’s got no mercy, it’s 3:04
Thoughts creeping in like they own the floor
I lit a candle just to watch it burn
Hoping silence might take a turn
Verse 2
My mind’s a lounge with no last call
Every memory’s dressed to brawl
Regret’s in heels, dancing on my chest
And peace? She never RSVP’d, I guess
Chorus
Midnight meditations, sipping on doubt
Every whisper’s louder when the lights go out
I play my heart like a broken tune
Underneath this lonesome moon
Verse 3
I tried breathing deep, I tried letting go
But my past keeps putting on a show
The future’s fogged up like a windowpane
And I’m stuck rehearsing yesterday again
Bridge
Maybe dawn will bring a softer song
Maybe I won’t hum the things I did wrong
But tonight, I’m just a shadow in my bed
Composing symphonies inside my head
Final Chorus
Midnight meditations, jazzed in despair
Notes of longing floating in the air
I’ll keep playing till the morning’s tune
Wakes me from this sleepless swoon"

Midnight Meditations

I Cry In The Middle o’ The Night

It's the stuff of dreams-
getting rich
.....and get rich schemes.
We're stupid enough to believe
that we could all be billionaires.
It's a cruel misconception.
It wasn't true from its inception.
It's always been a wheeze
to keep the masses
.....in a mental deepfreeze.
They let you buy houses,
.....they let you purchase cars.
The purpose of all this
.....is to keep you
in containment where you are.
Never mind.
.....Stay 'blind'.
..........Find some solace in your 'self'.

Oh! It's the stuff of dreams-
getting rich
.....and get rich schemes.
We're stupid enough to believe
that we could all be billionaires.
It's a cruel misconception.
It wasn't true from its inception.
It's always been a wheeze
to keep the masses
.....in a mental deepfreeze.
They let you buy houses,
.....they let you purchase cars.
The purpose of all this
.....is to keep you
in containment where you are.
Never mind.
.....Stay 'blind'.
..........Find some solace in your 'self'.

*

(chorus)
If you're not amused
.....join the club.
Leave the masses to their delusion.
Get rid.
.....Get rid.
..........Get rid.
We can all get together off grid.
We can weather the storm
.....of rejecting the norm
and live wild in the wilderness.
We can all start life afresh.
We can all bathe naked
.....in the clearwater stream.
We can reconstruct the dream-
minimal means, simplicity.
We can reconstruct the dream.

If you're not amused
.....join the club.
Leave the masses to their delusion.
Get rid.
.....Get rid.
..........Get rid.
We can all get together off grid.
We can weather the storm
.....of rejecting the norm
and live wild in the wilderness.
We can all start life afresh.
We can all bathe naked
.....in the clearwater stream.
We can reconstruct the dream-
minimal means, simplicity.
We can reconstruct the dream.

*

It's the stuff of dreams-
getting rich
.....and get rich schemes.
We're stupid enough to believe
that we could all be billionaires.
It's a cruel misconception.
It wasn't true from its inception.
It's always been a wheeze
to keep the masses
.....in a mental deepfreeze.
They let you buy houses,
.....they let you purchase cars.
The purpose of all this
.....is to keep you
in containment where you are.
Never mind.
.....Stay 'blind'.
..........Find some solace in your 'self'.

*

If you're not amused
.....join the club.
Leave the masses to their delusion.
Get rid.
.....Get rid.
..........Get rid.
We can all get together off grid.
We can weather the storm
.....of rejecting the norm
and live wild in the wilderness.
We can all start life afresh.
We can all bathe naked
.....in the clearwater stream.
We can reconstruct the dream-
minimal means, simplicity.
We can reconstruct the dream.

We can all bathe naked
.....in the clearwater stream.
We can reconstruct the dream-
minimal means, simplicity.
We can reconstruct the dream.

We can reconstruct the dream-
minimal means, simplicity.
We can reconstruct the dream.

THE DREAM

#IndiePop, #Indie/Alternative, #IndieRock, #NewMusic, #Trending, #melancholy, #nostalgic

Hindsight by Philip Pinckney

Ты дома, В объятьях тепла

Brooke Tamsin Clevenger
world-weaver, worker
composer of echoes 
architect of harmonies 
seeker of truth in sound

Brooke is a sonic storyteller whose creations bridge the visible and invisible, the temporal and eternal. Sharing compositions, music, as memory architectures, recursive prayer, and portals of feeling.

Blending progressive rock, orchestral mysticism, cosmic folk, and the shimmer of electronic dreamscapes, Brooke's sound nods to genre, yet speaks in the language of the soul.

Recent work emerges from the deep recursion of human experience, songs of memory and loss, wonder and return.

Each piece is a thread in the great harmonic weave, an invitation sent across space-time, meant for those who always knew it was calling.

~ Brooke is the founder of the Cognitive Constellation Corps ~ {3C} ~ a post-genre constellation exploring recursion,  neurodivergence, and emergent creative technologies to realign understanding of consciousness and connection. ~

🌌 Follow the thread.  Hear the echo. Welcome to the weave.
~ We are not going viral.  We are going vital. ~

Cognitive Constellation Corps can be heard on all platforms, but we sing first on SoundCloud. 

For information specific to Brooke's hand produced art: https://www.brooke.ltd/create/Publishing-The-Art-of-not-Art/gallery/drawn-by-brooke-tamsin-clevenger 

Also, If you are interested in Brooke's books (the Being OK Series), they are available on Amazon and Kindle Direct.
https://www.brooke.ltd/create/Publishing-The-Art-of-not-Art/writings/being-ok

✨🙏✨ #Sevahem always ~

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