Name: Sniper Cue by Dika Chartoff in 2021
Duration: 1 min 22 s
Description: "Variables" short film, directed by Sabina Varjaca, composed by Dika Chartoff

2021

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Final Flight.mp3

Pearl is a meditation in sound — a quiet exploration of beauty formed through time and pressure. Like the gem it’s named after, the piece reveals warmth and clarity from within stillness. A musical reflection for those moments when words aren’t enough. Part of the Neosphere series.

Pearl

Along The Road

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all distorted lead guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient & Synth
P.L.O created & sings: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

State Street Groove

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/guitarra-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/guitarra-dedicada-al-maestro-jesus-flores-ver-texto

GUITARRA

No sé bien cuándo fue
ni cómo ni dónde
nos vimos por primera vez
pero sí que recuerdo, 
siendo niño en el pueblo,
te miraba fijamente
y después de poseerte
mis dedos bajaban y subían
por tus cuerdas que, al tañirlas,
volaban los sonidos
que para mis oídos
eran como música celestial.

Guitarra, fuiste para mí
como un guardián que me resguardó
del miedo que me impedía dormir
en la penumbra de mi habitación.

Guitarra, fuiste para mí
como la hermana que me faltó:
tu compañía me hizo sentir
la sensación de que siempre existió.

Hoy un hombre ya soy
y nada ha cambiado
porque eres mi don y razón:
el azar quiso un día
que entraras en mi vida
para ser, hoy como ayer, mi pasión.

Guitarra, tú eres para mí
como el mejor cuerpo de mujer:
con tu presencia me haces feliz
con tus canciones me das el placer.

Guitarra, tú eres para mi
lo que de niño mi madre fue
lo que hoy en día me anima a vivir
y me prepara para mi vejez.

GUITAR

I don't know exactly when,
or how, or where
we first met,
but I do remember,
as a child in the village,
I gazed at you fixedly,
and after possessing you,
my fingers would go up and down
your strings, which, when I strummed them,
blew forth sounds
that, to my ears,
were like heavenly music.

Guitar, you were to me
like a guardian who protected me
from the fear that kept me from sleeping
in the darkness of my room.

Guitar, you were to me
like the sister I was missing:
your company made me feel
the sensation that you always existed.

Today I am a man,
and nothing has changed,
because you are my gift and reason:
chance willed one day
that you came into my life
to be, today as yesterday, my passion.

Guitar, you are to me
like the best body of a woman:
with your presence you make me happy,
with your songs you give me pleasure.

Guitar, you are to me
what my mother was as a child,
what today encourages me to live
and prepares me for my old age.

Guitarra (dedicada al maestro Jesús Flores Guitarrista)

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/c20e13d4-757b-4f21-99aa-5a20f8ba1f51
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/amanecer
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/amanecer-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/amanecer-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión boceto cine  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/boceto-cine-6

AMANECER

Empieza a amanecer
y el sol se asoma lentamente
por entre las montañas,
dando paso a la mañana.

Perdido en las tinieblas
contemplo mi pueblo y a sus tierras
que conforme viene el día
se van llenando de vida.

Estribillo

Me gusta ver cómo amanece
y con calma esperar que venga el día
el canto del grillo se muere
en cambio el del gallo se anima

Me gusta ver nacer el alba
y sentir el frescor de la mañana
los rayos del sol en mi cara
la tranquilidad en mi alma.

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El día comenzó
y se ven las aves junto al cielo
expresan con sus trinos 
la alegría de vivirlo.

Contento y satisfecho
emprendo el camino de regreso
y cuando despierta el pueblo 
es cuando yo cojo el sueño.

Estribillo

DAWN

Dawn begins
and the sun slowly peeks
over the mountains,
giving way to morning.

Lost in the darkness
I contemplate my town and its lands
which, as the day comes,
are filled with life.

Chorus

I like to watch the dawn
and calmly wait for the day to come
the cricket's song dies
but the rooster's comes alive

I like to see the dawn break
and feel the freshness of the morning
the sun's rays on my face
the tranquility in my soul.

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The day has begun
and the birds can be seen against the sky
expressing with their songs
the joy of living it.

Happy and satisfied
I start my way back
and when the town wakes
that's when I fall asleep.

Chorus

Amanecer AC

Shamans, alchemists and the natural philosophers of the classical era experience(d) that the planets are one and the same as the gods. They perceive them in the trance state like geometrically-shaped forces that send out signals or audible keys, when one concentrates directly on them at dawn on their name day.  That’s why I made a cover that was not the planet and not the goddess, but a more symbolic form of that force. 

The planets/gods have been called “the mills” by poets in the past because, when in tune with them, you experience a sort of grinding frequency going through the whole body.  I put a D drone to run through the whole track to try to capture that audible vibration, and I was inspired to write these words after meditating on Venus at dawn on her day, Friday. 
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Delight of human kind and Gods above, 
The Star of the Morning, the Queen of Love.
Whose power air, earth, sea and fire supplies,
And breeds all life that’s born beneath the skies.
Every kind that’s alive and blessed with sight,
Springs, when it sees your iridescent light.
It’s you Venus that shades and ghouls most fear, 
And at your blissful appearance, disappear.

[Chorus]
Venus, be my aid, my tuneful song inspire, 
And kindle with your secret fire. 

For you, the wells in fragrant flowers are dressed,
At the Star of the Evening, we take our rest,
And the heavens seem more serene, in harmony, 
When the night-black soil sparkles with copper,
And nightingales extol your cornucopia, 
Peace candles are lit, proportion’s restored, 
And the broken-hearted sense your breath
Soothing them to sleep and healing dreams.


Sadly the brutal business of the war 
Seems unavoidable when the skies host Mars, 
But a man may retire from fighting fields to prove 
The pleasing tremors of your eternal Love,
There, while your curling limbs about him move, 
Involved and entwined in the links of love, 
With heart-strung eloquence our prayers implore,
Bring lasting peace to this world once more. 

[Chorus]
Venus, be my aid, my tuneful song inspire, 
And kindle with your secret fire.

© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2025

Venus

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

Fast Go First

VickStiX has created a lovely tune (https://soundcloud.com/vicky-adair/voice-at-ninety), that probably deserves even a bit more enrichments. So I did that with Vicky's permission. See her track for lyrics ...

Voice at Ninety (APi remix)

Original Score for "Memories of Overdevelopment" by Miguel Coyula , Sundance New Frontier Selection 2010
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457591/?ref_=nv_sr_1

Awards for Best Original Score Havana New Filmmakers Festival.

Cosmic Interruptions

"Variables" short film, directed by Sabina Varjaca, composed by Dika Chartoff

Sniper Cue

Links to Apple Music and Spotify here: gate.fm/6idVr6dQu

music to video montage from the documentary  "Oceans" 
https://vimeo.com/361866432

Composer/Producer - Dika Chartoff
Guitar - Chris Westfall

La Mer

My musical rendition of the poem by Emily Dickinson is licensed by and credited to Harvard University Press as follows:  

THE POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON, edited by Thomas H. Johnson, Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright © 1951, 1955 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © renewed 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © 1914, 1918, 1919, 1924, 1929, 1930, 1932, 1935, 1937, 1942, by Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Copyright © 1952, 1957, 1958, 1963, 1965, by Mary L. Hampson.

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I am alive — I guess —
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory —
And at my finger's end —

The Carmine — tingles warm —
And if I hold a Glass
Across my Mouth — it blurs it —
Physician's — proof of Breath —

I am alive — because
I am not in a Room —
The Parlor — Commonly — it is —
So Visitors may come —

And lean — and view it sidewise —
And add "How cold — it grew" —
And "Was it conscious — when it stepped
In Immortality?"

I am alive — because
I do not own a House —
Entitled to myself — precise —
And fitting no one else —

And marked my Girlhood's name —
So Visitors may know
Which Door is mine — and not mistake —
And try another Key —

How good — to be alive!
How infinite — to be
Alive — two-fold — The Birth I had —
And this — besides, in — Thee!

I am alive - I guess

I am alive I guess

I Am Alive I Guess

Beginnings

For what we can and can't explain

“I don't remember my dreams too much. I hardly have ever gotten ideas from nighttime dreams. But I love daydreaming and dream logic and the way dreams go” - David Lynch
​
I love to express stories through music and explore the visceral space that surrounds them. Sometimes I’m interested in creating sound collages, or tapestries of sound that are varied in their nature but unified in their aesthetic aim. Other times I surrender to something lyrical. Most of the time, I feel compelled to make sense of the world, which is impossible. But, after some work, which includes frustration, and occasional eureka moments, I find deep meaning and satisfaction in my music, especially as I near the finish line and embark on a collaborative journey with fellow creatives. 

www.dikachartoff.com

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