I miss travel. I used to travel a lot. Sit in bars and write lyrics. Lockdowns have not been good for me. I don't seem to find inspiration to do music, I guess because normal of daily life is so close and music is much more than normal.

But a muse visited me this week and inspired me to knuckle down and produce something. Nothing perfect.. but just from the heart.

Another Angel song...  long may they keep coming.



7th Trumpet.

I met Jibreel in an Irish Pub, one dry night in Dubai.
His wings were crushed beneath his coat. Ashamed he once could fly
Hunched on his stool and frowning deep into his stout
Like a prophet seeking truth, but only finding doubt.

Rise-Up Gabriel, Rise up, Let golden Wings Shine
Show me, there’s still hope left, a better life that can be mine
How many trumpets have sounded? Surely there’s still time,
So, Rise Up Gabriel, Rise up, Let Golden Wings. Let your Golden Wings shine.

The aircon was so fierce it froze, conversations swell, 
we just sat beneath the TV screens, in silent rugby’s happy spell.
The Guinness was not good, but for cold comfort we gladly paid.
And as he finished up another pint, he caught my eye and said

“We’re all just strangers here, as this beer is filled and sunk. 
Where you sought ideas to unite us, now I find strangers becoming drunks.
If you'd found strength together, maybe man could rise from the fall.
But all that held you now crumbles. No one sees the angels anymore.
You fill your world with distractions, your false prophets are so small.            
Loners in a splintered world, 
No one hears Angels, No one heeds angels anymore!”

And I guess there’s nothing for it, but for an angel to watch and wait.
To hide and bide till the end of times, now that’s shame, for heaven’s sake.
I bought him another Guinness, and together we bided Time.
A lost man and an Archangel, that night that seemed just fine.

Words and Music by Sean Doran

7th Trumpet (Something Memorable)

A piece for Naviar Records' weekly haiku challenge. As the first word is 'experimenting', I thought I'd experiment with odd time signatures. The haiku has 5, 5 and 8 syllables, so my piece is based round two bars of 5 beats and 1 bar of 8 beats. I also wanted the piece to be quite melodic with the melancholy feel of a moonlit night under the trees.

I Hung The Moon On Various Branches (naviarhaiku391) - Adrian Lane


Música/Programación/Letra: Jesús Patiño.

©2019

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Amor fugaz
Como el viento te vas
Rompes mi alma
Al verte volar
Sola me dejas
Y dejas decepción
Vete por siempre
Y no vuelvas mas

Vete, vete, vete siempre
Como siempre tu de mi
Vete, vete, vete siempre
Vete siempre de aqui
Vete, vete, vete siempre
Como siempre tu de mi
Vete, vete, vete, vete

Vete de mi vida
Y de mis sueños

Amor fugaz
Como el viento te vas
Rompes mi alma
Al verte volar

Vete, vete, vete siempre
(Siempre)
Como siempre tu de mi
Vete, vete, vete siempre
(Siempre)
Vete siempre de aqui
Vete, vete, vete siempre
(Siempre)
Como siempre tu de mi
Vete, vete, vete, vete

Vete de mi vida
Y de mis sueños

Vete, vete, vete siempre
Vete siempre por aqui
Como siempre, vete, vete
Vete siempre hacia mi

Amor Fugaz (HQ, 2021)

Life Like A Dream

Gathering Magical Flowers

Feeling Depresso (Have An Espresso)

pm.1.080921

11Oct21

My naviarhaiku405 submission;
https://www.naviarrecords.com/2021/10/06/naviarhaiku405-a-day-of-rainbows/
:D

The damp days of autumn [naviarhaiku405]

Music, mix & production by: @arcaans
Lyrics and vocals by: https://soundcloud.com/mirjam-keijnemans

In My Dreams

When I close my eyes
I see you in my dreams
Every time I lay me down to sleep
I hear your voice
I see your face
I even feel your warm embrace

I taste your love
I feel your grace
I dream about a perfect place

I know your heart
And you know mine
Together we are fine
In my dreams 
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams

You overflow me
With positive energy
You interact with me
Soul to soul
In my dreams

In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams

Your Dreams

In My Dreams (with Mirjam)

ひよどり（Hiyodori）

鵯（ひよどり）のこぼし去りぬる実の赤き（蕪村　1716-1784）
火踊りの果てて燠火の底昏き

Hiyodori (Brown-eared Bulbul) flew away and left the red berries. (Buson 1716-1784)
Hiodori (a fire dance) is over. The remaining fire is darkish red.

art work: Karolina Sikora via Pixabay

ひよどり（Hiyodori)

ひよどり(Hiyodori)

Triste

A mix of and old style synth rock and a new age with a digital composing into new synth era

Memory of Three

Memory of surreal

Visual artist, and musician. Adrian Lane creates instrumental neo-classical, ambient music and abstract textural mixed media paintings, many of his paintings can be found on the cover of his albums.

I Hung The Moon On Various Branches (naviarhaiku391) - Adrian Lane

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