Some awesome fantasy snowy vibes here, with a hint of darkness... bewitching! It would fit perfectly to a Harry Potter's movie. :) Also it reminds one of my own tracks: https://soundcloud.com/ariad-music/call-of-the-dark-forest I usually not share my music through comments, but I found this relates well here.

A perfect vision expressed in this piece!👍👍

Great track…..🌍☮︎👍🐞🍀2024

Ahh ... I was wondering how you were going to do this one! Now I know. Good show! I love the sound.

I'm getting tendonitis just from listening to the celeste and piano parts

wake up wake up wake up dave

fly away with me, fly away with me
to yellow kid paradise
wake up wake up everybody’s going up 
wake up wake up come away with me
to yellow kid paradise 

went to sleep and i died in a dream,
never woke up not as bad as it seems
cuz we won’t grow old,
no dad no nanny, no master no mum
granny's always there with a sweet sugar plum
or a penny for a song
so open your heart and close your eyes
i'm gonna’ give you a big surprise 
in paradise, yellow kid paradise

wake up wake up everybody’s going up
wake up wake up everybody’s going up

we don’t get sick and we don’t wear ties
it’s always saturday in paradise 
we don’t wear shoes, we just eat pies
nobody walks cuz everybody flies
in paradise.

so open your heart and close your eyes
you’re gonna’ get a big surprise 
in paradise, yellow kid paradise

wake up wake up everybody’s going up
wake up wake up everybody’s going up

was born asleep and i died in a dream,
never woke up not as bad as it seems
so open your heart and close your eyes
you’re gonna’ get a big surprise 
in paradise, in kid paradise, yellow kid paradise

fly away with me, to yellow kid paradise
run away run away run away
…….
produced & performed by kid otari
written by naldo & guillaume
keyboards by guillaume & ricardito
drums by greek god Yannis
guitars by naldo

remastered by guillaume & blitz recording, san diego
Kid Paradise+RL synth

Kid Paradise

The World should care for the Children, they need a better present & a better futur... 

Lyrics & Vocals : Special Cecilia

Musicians Beatmakers, if you want you can remix this song adding some instrumental. 
The file is on Freedownload.
Let's Keep spreading positive vibes...

PRAY FOR THE CHILDREN

Music & words : Loony De Bussy 
Illustration : Nataly NGM  🧡

All played and sung by Loony :  Acoustic / Electric guitar, Fretless Bass, Slide guitar, Electric piano 

Composed and recorded in 2003
Mixed and mastered in November 2023

NIGHT TIME

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

Though lt had been looking Pretty Grim, not to be Thwarted by the mundane problems of the everyday, our seekers of Truth and Condiments Get their house (bus) ln order, Finding incidental Data on the making of the dumpling ln the process. With a full tank,  full bellies, hope ln their hearts, and a large bag of Condiment--They set their sights on Mexico--

Tea R Sea-(Terry) Synth/Percussion/mlx/Production/Artwork
TexMex Shaman(Stephen)-Electric Guitar
Stonerjazz (jeff) lyrics/Vocals)

AKA The Smoking Trout

Lyric Major Parlay

Sally ls a hero, found a hundred dollar bill and a sack of Skittles
ln between the Cushions of the couch-
Sid and MaryAnn are at the local blood bank
peddling pints of plasma
for fifty bucks a pop-

Maurice and Nostradamus are at the western Union
picking up three hundred dollars
from their grandma ln Tacoma
Gus ls working on the Bus
ln the episcopalian Parklng lot
and even got two hundred dollars from the congregation-

Stu he's got a Visa card which he never uses
Ubered over to the lucky Ladles where he's playing black jack
hoping for a Major Parlay--Hoping for a major Parlay-----

Larry and Roberta, while beggin for some buckshees
and playin music on the corner at the farmers market
met a Sufi sitting on the sidewalk
serenely spouting scripture from the Transcendental Dharma of the Dumpling--

Along with baking soda, salt, wheat and water
A heavy leavening of responsibility ls required ln the making--
And some mushrooms from Oaxaca-lf you wanna make that dumpling, she sald
you're gonna have to go
To Mexico--:)

Major Parlay-The Smoking Trout (Holy Dumpling #7) Tea R Sea and TexMex Shaman

Art Expressed in Music – Vincent's Imagination
December 2023
Duration: 2:50
Listen to the Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/art-expressed-in-music-i
Painting: The Starry Night (cropped)
Vincent Willem van Gogh (March 30, 1853 – July 29, 1890) was a Dutch Post-Impressionist painter who is among the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art. In just over a decade he created approximately 2100 artworks, including around 860 oil paintings, most of them in the last two years of his life.  Only one of his paintings was known by name to have been sold during his lifetime.  In the aftermath of the December 23rd, 1888 breakdown that resulted in the self-mutilation of his left ear, Van Gogh voluntarily admitted himself to the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole lunatic asylum on May 8th, 1889.  During the year Van Gogh stayed at the asylum in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, the prolific output of paintings he had begun in Arles continued.  During this period, he produced some of the best-known works of his career, including the “The Starry Night”.  Van Gogh had the subject of a blue night sky dotted with yellow stars in mind for many months before he painted the picture.  Some of the elements, such as the mountains in the distance and the existence of the village are true to the view van Gogh would have seen from his window; meanwhile, many other parts, such as the church, are imagined.  Van Gogh wrote to Theo: "It would be so simple and would account so much for the terrible things in life, which now amaze and wound us so, if life had yet another hemisphere, invisible it is true, but where one lands when one dies." "Hope is in the stars," he wrote, but he was quick to point out that "earth is a planet too, and consequently a star, or celestial orb." He stated flatly that “The Starry Night” was "not a return to the romantic or to religious ideas."  On July 27th, 1890, aged 37, Van Gogh shot himself in the chest.  The shooting may have taken place in the wheat field in which he had been painting, or in a local barn. 
For stings, piano, celeste, organ, bowed chamber bowls, tubular bells, virtual instruments, sound effects and percussion

Art Expressed in Music - Vincent's Imagination

Keith had a gentle guitar phrase and  a few words that he was playing with and shuffled it over to me for a listen to see what I made of it. The result is the song below. The conflict is in the spirituality represented by the sparks on a fire ascending, and the observation that the embers twinkle, fade and fall, silent. What is it all about if the prayers, meditations and positive thoughts just fall back to earth like the sparks? The beliefs we embrace must hit the road of reality. If they measure up to good - wonderful! But if not? The supreme irony for me is watching kids being taught to hate in a religious school class.  I was going to use the coordinating conjunction BUT to set up the point of contrast (But you can't..."). Instead, Keith preferred the AND ("And you can't...") as, in addition to all that one CAN believe, you must be aware that other things follow too. Can And Cannot. So simple. Or is it?
Free D/L - Track 9 of the new album Hold On To Someone : https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Lyrics:
We seem to want to find
A spiritual connection to space and time
An affinity for infinity and the great beyond
Now, chuck your branch onto the fire
Watch it spark, and come alive
Embers drawn up into the night sky
Twinkling, fading, and in silence, fall

And you can't lead, once they've all been turned
And you can't light, what's already burned
And you can't teach compassion and hope
Once the hating's all been learned,

It's the lack of definition of in the twilight hours
That makes it so difficult to find our way
Past all the claims and assertions of things that cannot be proven
Now, chuck your branch onto the fire
Watch it spark, and come alive
Embers drawn up into the night sky
Twinkling, fading, and in silence fall

And you can't lead, once they've all been turned
And you can't light, what's already burned
And you can't teach compassion and hope
Once the hating's all been learned,

Wigmore: synths, production, lyrics, vocals
Allen: guitars, bass, music, additional vocals

Hold On (To Someone)

And You Can't

There's a fantastic 70s leaning pop-rock album  Ticket to Shangri-La  released in 2023 (Young Gun Silver Fox) with a song called Starting Wars. I miss heard and mis-read the title as Starling Wars which seemed a great metaphor for something. It could have applied to a relationship - but the 2 wars going on became the theme

Starling Wars

You fly in to foul my nest 
Seeing red I puff out my chest
Aiming at your catacombs
Dropping all my guano bombs
Flit across and I peck at you
Cause my beliefs are the only truth
Starling wars it’s about pecking order 
Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter

I ruffle your feathers
You think that you’re better
Ethnically superior
The plumage of an emperor
Gonna peck my eye’s right out
Squawk about it loud and proud
Starling wars it’s about pecking order 
Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter

Em7 Dma7 Ami7 G Bb/C F F#m7 B

Underneath there’s the dove of peace
Peeking out at the busy streets
I Wrap your eggs neath protective wings
Drop a flower confess my sins
Fleeting thought it just flies away
Revenge is sweet gonna make you pay
Starling wars it’s about pecking order 
Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter

STARLING WARS

This is my first collaboration with the great @ipg1 !

I've wanted to respond to one of his open collabs for a while now, but this is the first one that really came together. 

Thanks to Ian for offering up these super cool vocals, they were very inspiring to work with. I love the themes of unity and positivity that he infused into this track.

Rhythm of Life - w/ IPG1

A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner

K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering 
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards

Promise Me (Brian Peters)

It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it

We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets

*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*

They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’

There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes

It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls

There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams

The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen

There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men

There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears

There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder

Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down

And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same

Promise Me

Improvised music produced entirely on the iOS platform using an iPad Pro.

Atomic Dreams

Mysterious, Magical, Music is Wonderful!

Thanks for visiting!  Please feel free to share my music.  Enjoy!

I studied music composition in the 1970's and received a degree in music composition and theory. I wrote music for many years but decided never to  make a career of it.  In 2014, I retired from business so I could devote myself to my true passion, composing music.  I am currently involved in writing music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) and collaborating with other musicians on SoundCloud.

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Art Expressed in Music - Vincent's Imagination

Bruce Klepper | Composer

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