Music/Arrangement/Production/Vocals/Lyrics by Achazia
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPYgoD4-YSY

Would you catch me if I fall.
It's a long way to down.
I want to surrender
but I don't know how.

I'm running through waste lands
to the deepest end
I'm fighting emotions.
That is my defence.

I was once touched by shadows.
That tore me inside
and then you came to me
like a shining light

Do not get any closer
I'm letting you go 
I keep on running.
away from your love.

Falchon's elegy

Piece inspired by romanticism in the city: love within concrete walls, poetry beneath artificial light...

Three vocal parts (translated lyrics below) became in very different moods in the songwriter phase, so I couldn't fit them in the same tempo. Working hard on transitions, I got the following solution:

Intro: ad libitum
A: 6/4 & 5/4 at 147bpm
B: 4/4 at 220bpm
C: 4/4 at 293bpm

Such ABC pattern is repeated twice, structured with some city scenes, and 2nd 'C' part includes a guitar soloing lesson by https://soundcloud.com/paco-ray, old friend of mine, technical consultor and personal luthier ;)

Pic: edited photo taken from home studio window where I recorded some city sounds for the track.

LETRA / LYRICS:

DAS VIDA A MI CIUDAD      /      YOU GIVE LIFE TO MY CITY

En la ciudad donde vivo,     /   In the city where I live,
llena de romanticismo,       /   full of romanticism,
el cariño que has perdido    /   the affection you have lost,
ven a buscarlo conmigo.      /   come to look for it with me.

Las farolas en la acera,    /    The lamps along the sidewalk,
con su fija alternativa,    /    with their constant alternation,
iluminan, no iluminan,      /    illuminate, do not illuminate,
el escenario de mi vida.     /   the stage of my life.

Entre bloques de hormigón,   /   Among blocks of concrete,
somos capaces de pedir perdón. / we are able to apologize.
Entre bloques de hormigón,   /   Among blocks of concrete,
somos capaces de sentir amor. /  we are able to feel love.

Caminando sobre asfalto,   /     Walking on asphalt,
abrazado a tu cadera,     /      held on your hip,
entre coches aparcados,     /    amid parked cars,
duerme la ciudad entera.    /    the entire city sleeps.

Eres tú toda la vida      /      You are all the life
que esta ciudad necesita,   /    that this city needs,
compartiendo cada esquina,   /   sharing every corner,
calles de melancolía...     /    streets of melancholy...

Entre bloques de hormigón,   /   Among blocks of concrete,
somos capaces de pedir perdón. / we are able to apologize.
Entre bloques de hormigón,   /   Among blocks of concrete,
somos capaces de sentir amor.  / we are able to feel love.

ER21HC01 - (C) Ruizzo 1995 - (R) Francés Records;) 2014

Das vida a mi ciudad (2nd solo by Paco Ray)

Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2024, all rights reserved. 
Thank you for listening :)

Lyrics:
You go your way the best you can
No one was there to guide you
You did not get protection and
You tried to get your way through
Little phoenix, little phoenix, little phoenix, do it again.

You had to look for shelter
You had to teach yourself
You stumbled and you fell
You always were rising as well
Little phoenix, little phoenix, little phoenix, do it again.

Your willpower is unbreakable
You try and try again
Your courage is unshakable
although you know the pain
Little phoenix, little phoenix, little phoenix, do it again.

Little Phoenix

A symphonic metal composition that channels the fierce intensity of Capricorns, this intricate piece weaves together an eclectic fusion of classical orchestration, blistering thrash metal riffs, and rhythmic hip-hop elements. The dynamic interplay of soaring strings and thunderous percussion creates a dramatic soundscape, while aggressive guitar solos and intricate time signatures evoke a sense of unrelenting fury and ambition. This multifaceted opus not only showcases technical prowess but also embodies a visceral narrative of perseverance and emotional depth.

The Capricorn Rage

UnBoxed October 2024

[ d o w n l o a d a b l e ]

Done

a meandering ukulele, a track of chorus guitar and a track of ring-modulated guitar, and a couple of synths...

Random Leavings (On Dead Shadows)

This composition presents you with a musical plateform that represents you calling out to your  past family, friends or people you have felt a bond with,or who are experiencing hardship.
The Sad Souls are captured in the -Celo, flute and piano.
The Happy responses are felt in the guitar and piano
I hope you can relate to this composition as it allows you to  create your vision.

My Soul cries out for you

LANDS OF FOOLS 2024.

Poetry and Concept:  (Peter: 1234567890) @soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Arrangement & Production: @david-dunhamuser589535203
Piano Accompaniment: Debra Buesking
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The first time I heard these words from Peter I was getting ready for the day....looking in the mirror.  I could have written this.  I might have chosen different words but the sentiment was definitely the same. And so I decided that since my hair has gone decidedly gray maybe today would be a good day to update my profile photo.   I celebrate rather than lament the passing of time.

Thank you, Peter, for the honor of letting me embellish your words with my piano. And thank you, David, for your wonderful insight and creativity in production.  
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels (1234567890/Peter aka @user-264930040)

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels . 1234567890 with help from Dunham & Buesking

A few people have contacted me about the original track "Talking to myself",   and asked if they could hear an acoustic version, so here it is. appreciate your likes/comments/plays etc etc

Hope you like 

G

Talking To Myself (Acoustic)

Pipers was supposed to be part of a 'triptych' but now has ended up being a 'polyptych'...

Dall-E SUCKS as there are no explosions going on in the image, as the prompts were blocked due to "unsafe image content detected" (explosion)

Explosions were part of the track...as artists we should be able to express what we want without regard to some algorithm dictated by our 'betters"...

See https://soundcloud.com/remnant60/pipers-into-the-thistles-parts-1-3
for the rest of the story...

Pipers Into The Antideim (Part 4)

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.