Beautiful wonderful music Debra musical masterpiece..!

This melody is sooo lovely! Ooo, what a beautiful track!

I usually don't like orchestrations on piano, but I have to say this is so well done that I really like it. Bravi, both of you!

From the beginning you are pulled in this beautiful arrangement! Just beautiful Debra! I love the romantic atmosphere.

you both work so well together - music magic

beautiful song, perfectly lovely orchestration. heartstring music.  (<:

It was a wonderfully emotional experience listening to this musical moment. Your music is wonderfully enhanced by superb arrangements. Excellent work in this collaboration.

Your Mix 6

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered using Logic. 
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE in DADGAD Tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

Acoustic guitar instrumental.

Reunion

Somewhat of an undemocratic approach to saving democracy, don't you think?
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For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, some 40 miles 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.

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)

Saw you walking last week
Down a stale local street
And the colours, they all fade away,
As we step through this dance of dissolving

My friend is beginning to melt
All her edges beginning to fade
All the lines on her face become cages
Tied up with all the nooses she has laid

I called out, but she can’t hear through the changes
All the ways that she has chosen now to be
Pulled aside the warp and weft, a little bit bereft
Like a fleeting streetlight trembling out to sea

Saw you walking last week
Down a stale local street
And the colours, they all fade away,
As we step through this dance of dissolving 

A tangle of matchsticks combs her hair
Just a woman who is never really there,
In a melting dream of someone, watch the edges drift apart
All out to sea…


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Written sung made and played by Emma

All out to sea...

Light 
an expérimental vocal track idea I created with acoustic guitar raw strumming and plucking 
Moe Howard and Neil Tam are two brilliant musicians, producer and engineers that made my idea come to life.

Moe Howard - Piano Production
Neil Tam - Electronic Background Effects Mix and Master
Ana Ros- Vocals Guitar Electronic Viola, Cello and French Horn

LIGHT - ft. Moe Howard + Neil Tam

It's always a pleasure and an honor to add to David's beautiful guitar compositions. This is (for me) a somewhat melancholy glance back at summer and a looking forward to what is to come: the crackle of a woodfire and the different ways the sunlight plays on the floors during the autumn season. I love the changing of the seasons and I thank my Creator for this pleasure.
Hear more of David's beautiful music @david-dunhamuser589535203

Bittersweet Goodbye: David Dunham & Debra Buesking

A ragtime piece in A minor and in the form of ABCBDEA

Sheet Music: musescore.com/user/75150/scores/7152582

© Anes Sadiković 2021

Firefox Rag

A song that was particularly close to my heart to remix and especially to sing...So I tried to put my voice on this title that I love so much....And it is with immense joy that musical accomplice for almost 10 years....accompanied me on the piano.

Karine L.
KAELLE

DANCING ON MY OWN REMIX

I'm honored once again, Stefan, by your wonderful orchestration! Thank you!

Arrangement and Orchestration: @stefankraft_music.
Composed by Debra Buesking
Piano: Debra Buesking

For You

Original song I started writing this back in 2016. It was one of those songs that I always felt like it was missing something...and years later it really came together. Sometimes it's just about the right timing. I'm thankful of the inspiration from such a beautiful soul(Cherry) Such amazing memories! From meeting at a downtown Austin music venue, flying up to Canada, to walking across a small town bridge. Thanks for listening!:)

For the Rest of your Life

You deserve to walk on diamonds
You deserve to sleep on islands
I don't care how old I get
I'll open every door
Love you more and more
Always keep you warm
And fight through every storm

You...Have me...For the rest of your life, for the rest of your life, for the rest of your life, for the rest of your life

You deserve to fly like ravens
You deserve to touch the heavens
I don't care how old I get
I'll pull out every chair 
Compliment your hair
Always share my food
And love your every mood

You...Have me...For the rest of you life, for the rest of your life, for the rest of your life, for the rest of your life

Tonight I feel so bright
Tonight I feel so bright with you 
So bright with you 
Oh!

And you...Have me, for the rest of, for the rest of you life

You deserve to walk on diamonds
You deserve to sleep on islands
Yes you do

©Daniel Colter Valentine

For the Rest of Your Life (Original song live)

you can't know what you want if you don't know what you have
to find someone to trust you must first trust yourself
if you are your own person.don't run with the crowd
then don't let talking heads put words into your mouth

you fear things that aren't real
hate people you don't know
you're surrounded by bounty but you're hungry all the time
you can't see the beauty
cause your dark soul's made you blind
turn off the internet and use your own mind

you can't know what you want....

if your priest or your iman is telling you to kill
is he talking as a man or expressing God's will
do you really think if you think this all through
that God wants you to kill someone that you never knew

you can't know what you want...

so look all around you
use your own eyes and ears
you have the strength within you
do do right without fear

trust yourself 2

Towards Infinity (and beyond)

You can watch a video clip of this music here: https://www.youtube.com/live/iIewllTLxm0
The story of cheerful driver Mauricio Babilonia and about his great love for Meme Buendia. About how a shotgun blast forever confined him to a hospital bed. About how Meme was forcibly taken overseas, to a distant mountain monastery, in whose damp and cold walls she was ordered to forget forever the bright image of her beloved - Mauricio Babilonia, a smiling guy, permanently surrounded by a cloud of fluttering yellow butterflies...

«Mauricio Babilonia» Op.16-06. (2014)

A companion piece to "The McGills" and "The Preacher"...

My paternal grandmother, Frances McGill, was always a bit rebellious and rambunctious. As a child, she spent most of her time chasing adventures outdoors and survived a number of mishaps, including a life-threatening snake bite.

Following her mother's untimely death, she dropped out of school to get married. Her husband served in the military, then eventually became a minister. After 15 years of marriage, a son arrived (my father) and she dedicated her time to raising him. It was while raising him that she returned to school. She graduated from high school when he did, eventually going to college and graduating with a degree in Education.

Widowed at 50, she rebuilt her life and focused on teaching until she was in her 70s. By then, she’d been a nearly constant presence in our household. She was still a rebel in many ways (there are LOTS of stories!), but she had a deep, unstoppable faith that kept her going through the tough times.

When I think of her, I think of all the times we laughed together, but I also have wonderful memories of hanging out with her while she played the piano (or her Martin guitar) and sang songs. Her favorites included “Frankie & Johnny” and a variety of hymns. She’s been gone for almost 30 years now, but I think of her often. Her greatest legacy to her family includes her faith and the joy of music, which are the basis for this song. This piece is dedicated not only to her, but also to my mother and mother-in-law who left the same legacy.

Lyrics are not part of the recording but are included below:

Been so long, since we gathered ‘round the piano for a song or two,
There’s not a day that passes by when I don't think of you,
But someday things will change, and we will find some heavenly keys,
And we will sing, we will sing.

You lived your life honestly, it was hard, but you trusted the Lord,
Always there for your family, you showed them they were adored,
You sang through ev'ryday of life and when we're together again,
We will sing, we will sing.

We will sing, like we used to do, ‘round the piano, me and you,
We will sing, with our voices raised, full of hope and full of praise,
We'll sing, 'cause God is good and brought us through like He said He would,
We'll sing for the joy of being together again. Together again.

If you're listening and you don't believe there's a heavenly place,
That’s OK, it’s a leap of faith and it comes with amazing grace,
Someday I hope to find you there near a piano or guitar,
And we will sing, we will sing. We will sing, we will sing.
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Words & Music by Francess Harris.
All rights reserved.

We Will Sing

Sans doute en raison de mon père, né à Alexandrie, mais dont le berceau familial était de Salonique, j'ai toujours profondément aimé, puis déploré la disparition de ces grandes cités cosmopolites, que la haine fasciste ou la sottise nationaliste ( qui reviennent si violemment en force aujourd'hui) ont détruites, tout comme Sarajevo un peu plus tard, ou Beyrouth. Il n'en fallait pas plus pour composer cet hommage à toutes les villes cosmopolites que nous n'avons pas su préserver, elles qui cultivaient la diversité des cultures et l'altérité des visages comme des paysages. ( un petit essai d'atonalité en milieu de morceau pour tenter de rendre figure à cette altérité)
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No doubt because of my father, who was born in Alexandria, but whose family cradle was in Salonika, I have always deeply loved, and then deplored, the disappearance of these great cosmopolitan cities, which fascist hatred or nationalist stupidity (which are making such a violent comeback today) destroyed, just like Sarajevo a little later, or Beirut. That was all it took to compose this tribute to all the cosmopolitan cities that we have not been able to preserve, they that cultivated the diversity of cultures and the otherness of faces and landscapes.

to the disappeared cosmopolitan Cities

Echos on a Frozen River

The Mask Murders is an instrumental Edwardian noir set in Deptford, London, in 1905. Across three acts, the album traces the path from a quiet neighborhood paint shop to the birth of modern forensic justice.

Act I lingers in the world of the victims: a small shop glowing under gaslight, dawn on Deptford High Street, and the low hum of London life. Two discarded masks, an open cash box, and whispers moving through the streets slowly bend the music toward unease. By the time the six days have passed, the city’s everyday sounds—fog, footfall, and a fading music hall waltz—have become the backdrop to a double murder.

Act II shifts into the interior of the new fingerprint bureau. Chamber textures tighten and overlap as motifs are passed between instruments like evidence between hands. Themes are examined, restated, and set in counterpoint, mirroring the growing list of matching points and the investigator’s struggle between professional certainty and private doubt. The sound is small, acoustic, and precise, rooted in early-twentieth-century harmony.

Act III moves to the courtroom and the gallows. Formal, hymn-like writing and slow tolling rhythms carry the listener through the trial at the Old Bailey, the weight of the verdict, and the quiet finality of a morning at Wandsworth. In the closing piece, the fingerprint patterns return in a cool, stripped-back epilogue, suggesting a future in which a few ridges on glass quietly govern life and death.

Wandsworth Morning

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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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Debra Buesking

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