Extracts from The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver by Edna St Vincent Millay 1892-1950
Recital from LibriVox.org read by Linda Leu

“Son,” said my mother,
   When I was knee-high,
“You’ve need of clothes to cover you,
   And not a rag have I”.
 
“There’s nothing in the house
   To make a boy breeches,
Nor shears to cut a cloth with
   Nor thread to take stitches.”
 
“There’s nothing in the house
   But a loaf-end of rye,
And a harp with a woman’s head
   Nobody will buy,”  
   And she began to cry.
 
…

Men say the winter
   Was bad that year;
Fuel was scarce,
   And food was dear.
 
A wind with a wolf’s head
   Howled about our door,
And we burned up the chairs
   And sat on the floor.
 
All that was left us
   Was a chair we couldn’t break,
And the harp with a woman’s head
   Nobody would take,
   For song or pity’s sake.
 
…

Looking nineteen,
   And not a day older,
And the harp with a woman’s head
   Leaned against her shoulder.
 
Her thin fingers, moving
   In the thin, tall strings,
Were weav-weav-weaving
   Wonderful things.
 
Many bright threads,
   From where I couldn’t see,
Were running through the harp-strings
  Rapidly,
 
…

There sat my mother
   With the harp against her shoulder
Looking nineteen
   And not a day older,
 
A smile about her lips,
   And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings
   Frozen dead.
 
And piled up beside her
   And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king’s son,
   Just my size.

The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver

Fender Squire Mini Guitar
Irin Melodica
Yamaha Bass
Yamaha Tenor Saxophone
Garageband keyboard sounds and beats

Mind Meld

JIM ANDERS _Bombe

I'm Working for An AI

'this song'

Scratch Kelly: beats, synths, production 
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, guitars, foolishness

You're incapable of love, I've found.
You've been turnin' these smiles you've made into frowns.
I must've been blind because I was down.
And now I'm just another fool of yours that's hangin' around. 

I know what I want to carry on.
I know what I need to keep me strong.
I thought our stars shone but I was wrong.
And now I'm pouring everything into this song. 

It's hard for me to accept.
I don't want my heart to be full of regrets.
But this is fucked up, you must admit.
And I'm the only one that's giving a shit. 

I know what I want to carry on.
I know what I need to keep me strong.
I thought our stars shone but I was wrong.
And now I'm pouring everything into this song.

this song (with Scratch Kelly)

We begin our new song series "A Shared Horizon--We Solve Most Things If We Talk". 
Have you ever thought about humanity and its so-called progress and development through all the millennia on our fantastic little globe, floating on its spiral path around our sun, in the infinity around us. 
Our little "international band" did that for a period of time, and our conversations and thoughts gave birth to music and lyrics. And this music and lyrics became a little story, in 5 parts, which we want to share with you all by publishing a part of the story every week. 
So we wish you all a pleasant experience and listening as you journey with us these next few weeks:)  First song of the series: "Ancient Man, Calm Stream"
Many thousands of years ago, our ancestors lived here on our little globe. Did they have any idea of the future..... and if so what was "future" for them? "Tomorrow, next week, or next year?" Did they even have a word for future? Or was life exclusively about developing and expanding the group and getting food for the day? Or did they, too, have other goals and meaning with their lives?

Lyrics and vocals: Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, Mix and Production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
Spoken word/lyric:
I have no words, just thoughts, like these
Of primal cravings, fears and needs.
My leathered skin, yet young, seems older
Browned and cracked I shiver colder
Depicting beasts muralled large within my cave,
Their fatty flesh my empty gut to crave.

Bursting fires from the frozen mountain thread
And weave and belch and burn and spit of ochres red.
The very poison whence my paintbox palette grows
'Neath the toxic gases twixt congealing lava flows.
In these extremes we live, but few, the young into
the perma-sleep will often fall
And not so old, our eldest ageing too, follow close
upon the darkest terror's call.

Meat and heat is all I need,
Stone and bone, all I own.
Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
Cleanse it in the calming stream.

Strip the skin, spit the pips,
Moisturize the burning lips.
Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
Cleanse it in the calming stream.

We who thought, conversed, composed and collaborated around this musical journey are;
Soundcloud's most beautiful voice: Oddrun Eikli - @oddrun-eikli
Our fine acoustic guitarist: David Dunham - @david-dunhamuser589535203
Our outstanding poet & songwriter: Peter - soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Producer, composer, compilation, our gifted and visionary mix-master: Seagull - @farout-music-studio

Ancient Man, Calm Stream (Seagull; synths, Peter; spoken word and vocals)

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Fauna

safe

Standing In The Rain

Jason - J.BoogZ Feat.PHZ TANX(produced By BoogBeatz)

Montage et photographies : 
© 2024, Chartrand Saint-Louis
Lien vers la vidéo : https://youtu.be/1OFtUGcgj9U 

Musique :
© 2024, pièce de piano, titre : "Élégie pour Cécile", par Chartrand Saint-Louis; Arrangement (orchestration) par Albert, 2:16 min.

Mixage, révision et sonorisation par Albert

Élégie pour Cécile

"Élégie pour Cécile", par Chartrand Saint-Louis; Arrangement (orchestration) par Albert [lien vidéo]

Music: Little Man Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & vocal: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man project

Lyrics:

I see the moon above me
I hear the whistling from the wind
But I don't see you 
Not even your shadow
I'm all alone
Under the moon
Moonlight embraces me tightly
The wind is my only friend...

You used to love me deeply
You used to whisper in my ear
But now all I can hear
Is the whistling from the wind
It tells me I'm alone
Under the moon
Moonlight embraces me tightly
The wind is my only friend...

I hear the wind is calling
It tells me to lay down
Under the moon
Moonlight embraces me tightly
The wind is my only friend...

Under The Moon W/ Little Man Project

I am a finger-style guitarist living on the Texas high plains.  At the core of my music is melody that is inspired and informed by my Christian faith, family, friends, and countless influences through the years from the great composers, to jazz, folk, rock, Latin, Celtic, and the many fine musicians I have come to love on the Cloud, some I have been privileged to collaborate with.  Thanks for stopping by to have a listen. Comments are always welcome. Feel free to click on the picture of any track to learn more about it.