hey my friend - I was absent for a long while - great to be back - wonderful melody...

Good flow and nicely chill atmosphere. I like the arrangement and instrumentation.

Wonderful uplifting music, absolutely magnifient!!

Great mix! Awesome harmony and melodies! Beautiful track!

Composition for wind orchestra and guitar electric solo

Nasara

a nice little jam in anticipation of halloween, enjoy and have fun.
it's never too early to prepare for halloween.

made in @ableton

halloween

Small Town Tales 
(Written by:  Eric Shay & Jeremy Brizzi)
 

Verse 1 
She likes a smalltown bar, a simple wink from afar 
Harmless, as her smile shifts. around the room, a sudden change 
A statement or a claim of innocence, I’m reassured but I feel strange 
In a room of strangers with dim lights 

PreChorus 
Monday winds downs 
My love for her is strong 
Deep inside I frown 
 
Chorus 
But I play along, bestowed upon these clowns 
Just one more drink 
I won’t stay long 

Verse 2 
Her words to me are real but left actions intertwined. 
With stares, drawn out hugs. flirtations to say the least 
To the small city streets that never cease to tell the tale beyond words 
Subtle and direct but never heard, or simple dismissal, her rejoice to be free 

PreChorus 
Monday winds downs 
My love for her is strong 
Deep inside I frown 
 
Chorus 
But I play along, bestowed upon these clowns 
Just one more drink 
I won’t stay long 

Bridge 
This bar stool is where we go to forget. 
And this ghost town is a place no one has left 

Chorus 
Just one more drink 
I won’t stay long

Small Town Tales (Bray & the Astral Projections)

...too catchy, therefore worthless...

The right day

The Right Day

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Dark Blood: Kill By Fire

River
(A River’s journey from a spring down to the sea)
Spring - 0:00
Stream - 1:32
Cascade & Waterfall - 3:28
River - 4:46
Grand River - 7:04
Through The City - 8:22
Old River - 9:30
Estuary - 11:12
Sea & Vapour - 12:15

River

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

Lyrics~

Found you in my mind, emotional

Coming here from to from, I dunno

Wait a moments time and you'll be up

Wait a moments time and you'll be out

Chained to reality

May have another fee

I know one like you

Chained to reality

You may have another fee

I knew someone like you

Chained, nuthin' to gain, nuthin' to gain

Chained, nuthin' to gain, nuthin' to gain

Chained to reality

No gain

No gratuity

Chained to reality

Chained to reality (Live)

A rocking song about Life being a state of mind rather than an artificial reality presented to us.  Take my chair because I wont stay in this state of mind for long.

Take My Chair STUDIO

Behind The Bottle 🎵🎶🥁🎹🎺🎻🎷

Claes Steen -Music Production and composing  



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