Name: Blue Dream (Piano Improvisation) by Debra Buesking
Duration: 2 min 22 s
Description: Many thanks go to David Dunham for mastering my track. You can hear his beautiful guitar music @david-dunhamuser589535203

beautiful and heartfelt improvisation 😊💖

Très belle again, Debbie  and  Myckael ! Des duos ici ?

Wow, Debra.  Calm, captivating, and surreal.  (also, I am a little distraught to discover this amazing improvisation as I generally imagine you mulling over every phrase given the quality of the results, but now I find that you apparently just exude brilliance!!)

Many thanks go to David Dunham for mastering my track. You can hear his beautiful guitar music @david-dunhamuser589535203

Blue Dream (Piano Improvisation)

Feeling Free

Uilleann Pipes.(sekkepipe),  Whistle and Accordion : Phil Dale https://soundcloud.com/philleann
Piano , Cover design by Debra:  Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
Vocal: Oddrun Eikli
I warmly thank Phil and Debra for this collaboration.
Like most people, I have heard this song many times, read the poem.
 But now I understand the depth of this poem, so sore and fragile. 
Thank you from heart Debra and Phil,  two wonderful musicians. A JOY.

If you need one poem for regrets in your life, then it must be this poem. 

Down by the Salley Gardens was written by W B Yeats (1889), who is generally known as one of Ireland’s greatest poets.

    Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
    She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
    She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
    But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

    In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
    And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
    She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
    But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

 Yeats published the poem in his collection, The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems in 1889. 
In a note on the poem, he said that he was trying to reconstruct an old song he had heard being sung by a woman in the village of Ballisodare in Sligo.

Down by the Salley Gardens was written as a poem and remained that way until 1909 when Herbert Hughes set it to music using the old Irish melody, The Maids of Mourne Shore.

Salley Gardens. Debra Buesking. Philleann. Oddrun Eikli.

Lamentation - version for string orchestra

Music is my attempt to stop time, it is my escape from the speed of everyday life. I can travel with the imagination, when others live in a context in which you no longer believe in anything. Music overwhelms me and transports me to magical places, to another dimension made of dreams.

Gioia

Christopher Columbus first came to Portugal to ask for some ships for his idea of reaching India sailing west. But the estimate he presented to the Portuguese court of the distances to reach Cipango and China were clearly wrong, and the request was refused. It was suicide. As he stumbled upon the Antilles, Columbus found his salvation and glory. But he never acknowledged that he was wrong, and that's why the new continent was not called Colombia. Amerigo Vesppucci wrote a popular book about the new territory, which was eventually named after him. 

PARTIR

Pour arriver, il faut partir.
I faut rêver d'une quelque part,
parfois envers et contre tous,
tout enivré de faux espoirs.

Il y a d'étonnantes découvertes 
qui nous attendent à l'horizon
sur les chemins pris par des fous
les Christophe Colomb qui risquent tout
cherchant la gloire d'inouïs voyages
et les richesses, et les mirages
pour étancher leur soif de faire
pour s'affranchir d'être néant.

Mais je ne pars pas, moi.
Je ne suis pas fou...
Je fais partie des sots bien sages
qui restent au port bien prudemment
pour éviter tous les naufrages,
pour échapper aux coups de vent.

Je peux vous dire, prenant de l'âge,
que j'ai vécu sans rien trouver,
que j'ai vieilli pour rien du tout.
Tout, sauf l'ennui et le regret
d'avoir raté la nef des fous.

LEAVING

To get somewhere, we need to leave.
We have to dream about some place,
sometimes against all odds,
inebriated with false hopes.

There are amazing discoveries
that await us on the horizon
on the paths taken by madmen
the Christopher Columbus who risks everything
seeking the glory of unheard voyages
and the riches, and the mirages,
to quench their thirst for doing something
to free themselves from being nothing.

But I'm not leaving.
I'm not crazy...
I am one of those wise fools
who very cautiously stay in the harbor
to avoid all shipwrecks,
to keep away from the gusts of wind.

I can tell you, now that I'm old,
that I have lived without a finding,
that I grew old without a purpose.
Nothing, except the boredom and the regret
of having missed the ship of fools.

Partir JFC (Based on Gérald Olivieri Soundtrack)

One More Cup of Coffee written by Bob Dylan

Henri Ciliberto - drums
Bryan Ciliberto - vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards.

One More Cup of Coffee (Bob Dylan)

It starts with a phrase played on bugle (Luc van Lieshout). That phrase evolves into a cloud on which everything floats.

Don't Say Anything

Dedicated to my best mate. British physicist and engineer, Johnathon Weare.

Nocturnes Op. 1 No: 7

I composed this piece with the image of a swing in a rainy park.

In the park

This is the beautiful and poignant film that inspired me to write this song. It was like I had Ellen in my head for three days..... https://www.channel4.com/programmes/ellen
Ellen is taken from The Hag and the Whore, the third album from Steph Sweet, singer-songwriter and underground musician and author. Influences of freak-folk, psychedelia and angel-punk and songs about hags and whores, paedophilia, the selfie-generation, a beautiful girl, a break-up, teepees, death and spamsters and wolves. Album art by Skinny Graphix
stephsweet.bandcamp.com/album/the-hag…e-whore-album

Ellen.
Ellen, she’s at the changeling age, only fourteen.
Her Mum’s lived inside a bottle, since she had her at fifteen.
There’s drinking ‘round the house most days.
Let the men in. Let the men in.
Her Mum just wants to dance with them.
Her Mum just wants to dance with them.
It’s like they’re factory-farming humans just to boost the GDP.
There’s no way out for the working classes, no jobs and no money.
Ellen’s lonely and she’s hurting, hurting so bad inside her head.
She lashes out at everything.
Ellen wishes she were dead.
She’s difficult and mouthy.
Doesn’t make a good poster-girl for the BBC.
And everybody turns their head.
Ellen is the girl that they don’t want to see.
And everybody turns their head.
They don’t want to see.

He’s older and she thinks she loves him, he gives her tenners, vodka and speed.
A plastic bead of kindness in a vacuum looks like a diamond ring.
Who's going to help Ellen?
Nobody.
Who's going to help Ellen?
Nobody.
There’s a million girls like Ellen in all the big cities.
Too difficult and mouthy to be poster-girls on tv.
It’s like they’re factory farming humans just to boost the GDP.
No vegetables unless they’re frozen, crisp sandwiches for tea.
Ellen’s lonely and she’s hurting, hurting bad inside her head.
She lashes out at everyone.
Ellen wishes she were dead.
Who’s helping Ellen?
Nobody.
Who’s helping Ellen?
Nobody.
Nobody.
Nobody.
©Steph Sweet September 2016 All Rights Reserved

The Hag and the Whore

Ellen

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Best described as eclectic, my style is a soothing mix mirroring my personality: mostly mellow with the occasional outburst. Although I have a background in classical piano I have always loved to create and improvise.  Since early childhood I have been trying to duplicate on the piano what I hear in my head.  Now I see how formal studies and improvisation fit together perfectly. I hope to always keep growing and learning, reflecting the beauty of Christ in all my endeavors. Thank you for your kind listening.

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