Great video and trip back to the days on the farm Dave!  Did not know all about it!

Nice song - love the thrust of the organ as it bursts on the scene

A quirky dance meditation for those who want a chance to blend playful dance into their Tai Chi routine.
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Lull La Bye (Tai Chi Dance Stretch)

Many thanks to my 10 year old son who helped me with the technical issues.

Walk with Marimba

Waking from my dreams 
The stories left untold
And the October light 
Starts to unfold

Can we see the future in our dreams?
Or is it a mirage 
Is it not what it seems
Is it not what it seems

Don't leave me behind
I am frightened and i am scared
That the future is decided 
By someone we rarely met


243. dreams (harding) - fast version.mp3

https://youtu.be/pudXZsBS5qs - First appearance!

It is better to have had something and lost it again than to have never had it.

Composed & Arranged by Frank Mehl.
Used Instruments:
KORG Triton - Patch "Gods Bathub"
NEXUS - "Blackhole Piano"
Vocalise 2 - Gravity Pack 04 - "Vocal Scapes (C minor)"
NEXUS - "Doomsday Atmo"
NEXUS - "Epic Action Scene 3 (Drums)"
Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Kit - "e1 Vocals" (Vox Hmm)
Spitfire Audio - Originals Epic Choir - "Short Stacatto Syllables" (Sopranos & Altos)
NEXUS - "Concert Harp"
NEXUS - "Epic Brass Sustain Vel"
NEXUS - "Synaegian Strings"
Evolution Series - "World Colors/Clar-Duduk"

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Losses

Instrumental version here: https://soundcloud.com/arcaans/blessed
Hungarian vox version here: https://soundcloud.com/arcaans/blessed-hun-vox

Lyrics & Vox by Lac 💖🕊️🎶👇

Blessed (It's not the end)

I know it comes.
I know it’s true.  (It's not the end.)
The grid will be gone 
while we were asleep.  (It's not the end.)
But it’s not enough,
not enough for me. 
It’s not the end,  (It's not the end. It's not the end.)
it’s not the final move. 

Hear the silence, 
before the war.
The soul will clarify the mind. 
We are the soldiers, 
the soldiers of the Light. 
We are the oldest, who know, 
who know all the signs. 

We are wanderers. (It's not the end.)
We can break the violence, (It's not the end.)
with unconditional Love and Light, (It's not the end.)
with light 
by blessing our Source. 
      
I've been wondering about (It's not the end.)
why is there so much darkness. (It's not the end.)

I’m always seeking more of the Truth. (It's not the end.)
The shadows keep you from the Light 
and it’s so hard to hold.

We are wanderers. We are wanderers. (It's not the end.)
We can break the violence,(It's not the end.)
with our unconditional Love and Light (It's not the end.)
with light 
by blessing our Source. 

So We are wanderers. (It's not the end.)
We can break the violence, (It's not the end.)
We are breaking the walls
while seeking the Truth.

Yes, We are wanderers. We are wanderers.  (It's not the end.)
We can break the violence, (It's not the end.)
with unconditional Love and Light (It's not the end.)
with Light 
by blessing our Source.

(Dedicated to 144k StarSeeds...)

Instrumental version: https://soundcloud.com/arcaans/blessed

Blessed

Blessed (It's not the end)

YouTube has pictures from the farm days: youtu.be/2LV-Y6N6LLs
In the 1980's I made a radical change to my life by purchasing registered Holstein dairy cows and renting a farm. It was a hard way to make a living, but I was passionate. Paths eventually led to computers, but I still think about those days.
The song was purposely simple and written as an acoustic guitar ballad with some organ solo at the bridge.
VERSE1
In the quiet of the misty morning,
All is still as the new day is forming.
There’s dew on the grass as the sun starts glowing.
I look ‘cross the hills and I am smiling.
CHORUS
A way of life on the farm.
There were hardships, but there was charm.
Despite the work, it’s where I belong.
Memories come back as I sing this song
VERSE2
The land was poor and the nutrients gone.
Endless chores that were never done.
Dairy cows, chickens, cats, and a dog.
Lives to care for, and lots of love.
VERSE3
A dream and a passion for many years,
Plenty of happiness and plenty of tears.
We got strength from each other, to face all our fears,
But the farm was a struggle and forced new careers.

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On The Farm (ft. Dave Heffner - vocals)

F L O W !!  
https://youtu.be/yKhtKF2YyM0 🎞️
...into space & time
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(Hardly) no sample building blocks used. 

composed, arranged & produced by MYSELF 😁

cover art by wallpaper flare (https://www.wallpaperflare.com/search?wallpaper=woman+space+universe)

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In The Universe (I Feel Free)

Crazy💋Stefy M.🔥Produced by Nero Fuentes🔥

In a Song That Won't Fade
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Only a few came to his funeral,
But I stood outside in the rain,
I had received word too late,
In a hospital far away,
I didn’t care to see the sight,
So I took my time that day,
You see I didn’t have much love,
And didn’t wish to stay,
But I still went through the motions,
To show how much I cared.
His son carried his ashes
To his grave
While his mother cried dishonor
Had come to the family name. 
And when the preacher got up to speak,
Christ was never proclaimed,
Not then, not there,
Not in that time of shame.

If I had reached out,
Would it have made a difference,
Would it have stopped the shame,
If I had not kept my love a noun,
But a verb to slice my hate away,
Would I still have been his judge,
And not shown mercy to make his day,
To renew his hope to be a father and husband,
And not let his life slip away,
Can I ever forgive myself for not being there with him,
Even in his last days, 
When he was reaching out,
But I was hiding in my blame.
And now I am stuck
In a song that won't fade.

And I don't want to stay.

In a Song That Won't Fade

12 Days (9) - Christmas Morning

‘Late night disembodied screams in fields with rabbits dying and foxes boasting…’

There’s a rapping at my window pane
drives me crazy 

Shadows in the dark 
gossip foxes rumbling in the park 

Such a sound 
makes my blood curl
makes the clock strike 
woke me up in a fever sweat

Grievous cries from beneath my bed
Yea 
      Something’s going on here 
       Something wicked 
        Something wild
Rapping at my window pane
and scratching at my tile

Yea 
      Something’s going on here 
       Something wicked 
        Something wild 

Feral growl
Evil rumble 
spit and scratch 
bloody knuckles 

Curled up on this mortal coil 
so much trouble 
so much toil

Rapping at my window pane 
a flame 
burning the midnight oil

Midnight Oil (amped)

Colorado Songwriter, Electronic Musician, Producer. ASCAP member. Ballads, Dance, Rock, Electronica, Jazz, Hip Hop, with a mix of everything else. All original compositions with live artists on most tracks. Piano study began at 5 years old, continued through university study and incorporated with electronic music since the introduction of MIDI. Have taught, consulted and composed electronic music. Primary platform is Pro Tools, with which I also do training and consulting. Open to collaboration. More information at my website.

On The Farm (ft. Dave Heffner - vocals)

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