This makes me belly laugh as I go to work!!! 

full of heart - original sound and voice - anthemic - a cry of the individual

and then the twist at the end - brilliant song

Haha, great write-up; and so very true. Love the classic rock quality of this song. Lyrics/vocals are great. :)

Great retro rock song. Bravo to all involved. :)

Great sounding distortion guitar and pop vocal harmonies...so good!!!

C'était un grand plaisir pour moi de chercher l'histoire pour accompagner cette belle musique passionnée de MingMonk.
Merci beaucoup, mon ami!
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Composition originale: https://soundcloud.com/mingmonk/maria-sans-voix
Such a pleasure finding a story for this beautiful, passionate music from MingMonk. Thanks so much, my friend!

Maria - MingMonk (+ltp)

Written , composed, recorded,  played and mixed by myself F.P. (alias E.N.T.P.)
All rights are reserved.
Thanks to Ben Bateman for his quick and efficient work on mastering my song.

All I have is this moment

For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, just west of Austin in the heart of the Texas Hill Country.  The crowd wasn’t huge that night, but it was plenty raucous.  Needless to say, we brought the house down.  We always do.
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This song is both a lament for the current comedy-theater state of US politics & culture, and a satirical swipe at the actors involved..
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As the world knows, the US will become a tyrannical dictatorship at the end of 2024, should its citizens elect the candidate some call Le Bete Orange. Mr. Orange, besides making himself dictator for life, will put his political opponents in internment camps, invade Mexico, write a new constitution, and shutter all news organizations except Fox News. Oh yeah, and make Tucker Carlson his Vice President.

“A vote for (him) may mean the last election that you ever get to vote in.” — former Congresswoman Liz Cheney (R-Wyoming)

“He’s a terrifying orange man and if he’s elected he will likely grow to over 50 feet and rampage through the country” - The Babylon Bee

But the smart politicians, and their legal & media allies, have devised an ingenious scheme to save us from this looming catastrophe, and the world will watch it play out over the next year. The plan may be illegal & immoral, but hey, the cause is noble & just. The process has, in fact, already begun, and though our saviors feign seriousness, their excitement is quite apparent.  Hell, I'd say they’re downright giddy.

LYRICS
Finally bagged the prize,
Event commemorated with a photograph,
A delightful list of crimes,
Got ‘em prancin’ with the lawyers down the primrose path,
The scribes down in the court,
Breathlessly report,
With a glee they can’t contain,

Oh they’re giddy….

Giddy like the rats that swarm the sewage slag,
Giddy like the vultures, feasting on the rotted culture,
That has spawned them from its womb,
And they tell us all how grateful we should be,
Cause they’re doing it to save democracy.

Yeah all fortitude & grit,
Our protectors wouldn’t quit,
On this noble quest,
There would be no rest,
Staged sudden raids, drew dossiers,
Tried Russian links, threw kitchen sinks,
To cage the dreaded pest,
Damn the proper form,
They’ve snared Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,

And now they’re giddy…..

Giddy like the buzzards circling o’er their prey,
Giddy like the varmints, chewing on the hated target,
While the judges hold him still,
Giddy like the frantic hawks, flailing with their shrilly squawks,
The fear they just can’t kill,
Damn the coming storm,
Now they’ve booked Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,
Hey, the law may be applied unequally,
But it’s the only way to save democracy.

I beg you Lovely Lady, turn your head away,
Away from the shame, away from the pain,
America, America, how did we let it get this far?
We are your sons, what have we done?
What have we done……….

Ah but giddy doesn’t last, when the vengeance & the wrath,
Shred the piers that bear the load,
No it won’t be so hysterical, when even Heaven’s miracle,
Can’t keep our father’s code, 

Oh but decision day is nigh, & the beast is still alive,
And far too many still believe…..

So arrest the Monster!...show it on TV,
Silence him & anyone who won’t concede,
There’s no time for constitutionality,
When the mission is to save democracy.

Giddy (now with lyrics)

*** This extended version was not planned, rather, inspiration called for it, and I felt compelled to revisit this piece. I hope you will enjoy this new version. ***

A requiem for my sister Lisa, and 4th movement of a work I have planned to complete as I have time and inspiration for each part of my outline.

The title comes from my daughter, who heard me as I was playing with the initial melodic idea, and said it sounds like a mourning bird.

This piece is best heard through headphones or quality stereo speakers to hear all the details.

Special thanks to the following, in no particular order, for their feedback, support and kindness which helped me to make this piece what it is.
Loo(p)cy
Sara Di Paolo
Bruce Klepper
Jay Barbeau
Eileen Eaton

Instruments from Versilian Studios Chamber Orchestra 2 Professional Edition

Birds of Mourning: Extended Version

I am very grateful for the over 1,200 plays of this very personal track. To think I was hesitant to even post it... Thank you so much! ❤️

In our lives, we are granted the opportunity to witness the departure of our loved ones. Some depart through doors, never to return, yet still exist somewhere. Others leave suddenly, unexpectedly. Yet some depart when we are somewhat prepared, for their age predisposes them to it. However, there are also departures more challenging... when we observe the tree of the mind of a beloved, from which memories' leaves fall, and even the freshest, youngest cannot hold on to it. We cannot help, we can only watch how they fall...

Composing this little piece was very personal. It was combined with the realization of a fact from my immediate surroundings. I left all imperfections of my playing because of how I felt at that moment. It wasn't an improvisation, it was an interpretation of a theme that I've developed few minutes earlier.

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The steal our water saying it is for our good. Tomorrow we´ll drink only bills.

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'my love'
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Times have been hard on you and I.
Our blinds have been drawn blocking out the sunshine.
Let's pull them up and let's see what we may find.
For I need your love, you'll always have mine.
My love. You're my love. 

I'm mesmerized by your beauty and your mind.
Still, after these years, I'm amazed that you're mine.
Especially after my mistakes and selfish times.
I must hold on to you for you are divine.

my love

Hey…. Snowing now, I went out to do a little snow shoveling and to check on an injured whitetail deer that was hiding along the fence line of my neighbor’s property yesterday. Looks like the deer waited until the cover of night to leave, and probably headed into the riparian brush along the creek down the road. I saw the deer yesterday, as I was outside. It had an injured front hoof, and was definitely limping. The deer was well camouflaged along the wooden fence and bedded down under some bushes. I laughed because the neighbor’s dog was none the wiser, as to the presence of the deer. I was hoping that deer would make it, and survive, as hiking in the spring, I have often found deer carcasses, picked clean by eagles, coyotes, magpies and others, as the winter took its toll on them. There have been plenty deer in the yard here all winter long. I usually shake the dried apples off the trees once a week, and they fall into the snow. Then it looks like an army came through, hoof prints everywhere and nary an apple to be found. Anyway, this song is about my childhood. A dark and cathartic song. A little rough around the edges too. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

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What Did You Think Was Gonna Happen?

Step 1: we join the organisation but tell ourselves we will always be ourselves, independent-of-mind and free.  Step 2: we are bossing it, cooking on gas, this really works for us.  Step 3: the organisation owns us, we can never leave.

Institutionalised

And through the breaking gloom
This uncontested room
I case the joint with pride
Occupy the underside
Squint in the interlude
Anointed in a jubilant mood
I glimpse the uppermost
Assume my celebrated post

One thing I know, I will never go institutionalised

Grasp the embodiment
Curated malcontent
Den’zens stoop to delude
Conform to servitude
We think ourselves beloved
Possess roles outsiders do covet
Intruder forgotten
‘taneously fresh and rotten

I start to sense I’ve jumped the fence.  Institutionalised.
Those years I spent inside the tent.  Institutionalised.

The twilight filth long past
Involuntary cast
of orphaned hostile eyes – per-
-forate the lost mile cries
Connecting doors turned sour
In the vituperative tower
Tortured triumphs tumble
Conjured corpulence crumbles

Too late for me.  I’m happy to be Institutionalised.

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