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An epic slow-paced soundtrack combining string quartet, orchestral strings, and synthesised textures.
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Fantasion

The loss. The lack . And the way dreams help facing the pain.
To my father 

You will not have 

It is true that time has passed
the wound slowly closed 
this scar close to my heart
that reminds me day after day 
how much the lack does not weaken 
how much love is still there 

these pieces of film in my memory
these old photos, in a drawer
a resemblance in the mirror
our beautiful years that pass without you 
will surely never leave
no room for oblivion or peace 

you will not have, so many things and so many moments 
you will not have, so many winters and so many springs 
you will not have, so many laughs and so many feelings
you will not have known the love of our children

it happens to me, sometimes in a dream 
to redo everything in my own way 
to flee from reality, just to say NO to it 
and in the sweetness of my sleep 
I gently cut the threads of time 
I walk close to you 
you see, I am ten years old 

you will not have, so many things and so many moments 
you will not have, so many winters and so many springs 
you won't have, so many laughs and so many feelings
you will not have known the love of our children

Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

Tu n'auras pas (translated lyrics )

“Every great cause begins as a movement, becomes a business, and eventually degenerates into a racket.” - Eric Hoffer  

Yes, the grievance machine must be fed.  And the more it eats, the more it wants.  The struggle must continue, the war must never end.   A passage near the end of this song summarizes my feelings about this never-ending game, as follows:

And I’ve watched it through the decades,  and I’ve come to the conclusion,
It will never change.
It makes me sad to tell my children, “When you become my age,
It will be the same.”

Lyrics...
Yes we’ve come a long way Son
But never can enough be done
We won’t let you down, my Son
No we won’t let this war be won

So Hands Up, lift ‘em high, keep the word alive
Hands Up, forever must the narrative survive
If you wear your bloody bandage well
The world can watch you lose
It gives us so much more to use
Trust us Son…..we do it all for you.

Reach into the well my Son, of bottomless dependence
Deep pockets to the left will keep it fed
Draw from it your victimhood, be handed down your sentence
Your children can still serve it when you’re dead

So c’mon now….	

Hands Up, lift ‘em high, keep the word alive
Hands Up, forever must the narrative survive
A permanent emergency, the crisis never dies
It’s eternal shame & strife
You may see a finish line….
Oh Son, but you can’t cross !!

Hands Up !!  Hands Up !!
Ah, can you hear me now?.....

And the grifters & their ilk, craft issues to be milked
They convince the shy, you will never fly
Till the Eagle has been killed
Fresh soldiers train in the ivy halls
And the scholars preach, come heed the call
Flaunt the wounds, provoke the pain
And open up the sores
Come & pick the scab, and let it bleed, bleed, bleed

See you have to understand my Son…

No we can’t ever let it heal
It’s our transfusion, our cover shield
God knows what would be revealed
If they ever peel it back….

Hands Up!!  Hands Up!!

And I’ve watched it through the decades
And I’ve come to the conclusion
It will never change
It makes me sad to tell my children
When you become my age
It will be the same

Hands Up, Hands Up

In 1965 the heroes gave their lives to change the rules
In 2065 the hustlers still will seek this fight to use....

Hands Up !! (Keep the Word Alive)

Aus "Menschen und Häuser" (2005)Halftime-Shuffle für Bigband.

...und beginnende Melancholie

The DRUMAX PROJECT present track number 16 !
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx > Composition, Instruments, Arrangement, Sax & EWI Brass, final Mix
https://soundcloud.com/docfritz > Rhythm Design, Drums, Artwork
© 2023 by joerxworx and docfritz / DRUMAX PROJECT

Drumax No. 16 // Route 66

The Voices of Nature - 2023 Collection

Black Water (Mix 2023)

Somethings you don’t mention.
See them but don’t say.
Not up for conversation.
Words might misbehave.

Staying undiscovered.
Just outside of view.
Nothing much to speak of.
Much to misconstrue.

Little Daisy Bracelet with her daisy chain.
Playing in the garden, praying it won’t rain.
Petals need protection, yellow hearts do too.
Little Daisy Bracelet, not quite like me and you.
Her feelings are true.

A kind of contemplation.
Expression deep in thought.
Forever living just beside.
Fleeting, never caught.

A rare communication.
Same process, different mind.
Tenderest of tender moments.
Her eyes lock on mine.

Little Daisy Bracelet standing in the rain.
Holding her umbrella, playing dead again.
In her head she’s dreaming but through her eyes we see.
Little Daisy Bracelet’s not quite like you and me.
She will always be free.

Daisy Bracelet - yellow heart version

Daisy Bracelet - Yellow Heart Version

Phocerio

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/album/piano-works
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U39ExpRYko4
https://www.instagram.com/dominique_le_bars/

Compositions pianos solo de 1987 à nos jours
Compositions pianos solo of 1987 in today

Sans titre II ( Exrait )

Out of Words

Last month my friend Jeff/Stonerjazz sent me a preview of this song he was about to release (https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/01-i-still), and he was so kind to ask me if I wanted to add anything to it. We had been planning a collaboration for months, so I happily started to work on it, recording a few instrumental tracks. I got inspired from Jeff's amazing lyrics and vocal harmonies, and we're both happy about the way this tune turned out to sound.
A wonderful collaboration that we'd like to dedicate to all of you SoundCloud maestros, wishing everyone a happy new year. Peace, love and happiness...

LYRICS:

captured in the eddy of the river bright, the still life painted with the colors of the soul, the dead-eyed and the damaged wander through the landscape of the misty light without compassion for our plight.
even in the darkest night there’s drops of paint, notes from my guitar, and tiny light that usher in such lush delights, though worthless in the merchants eye, the maestro has the wings to fly…
it’s a big mess, got a hole in my chest, taken down and crushed like apples in a press, i confess to everything i’ve ever done. every single one of us… on the run.
when minds are quiet, the stink of revolution floats in the air, and the overlords they waste away in deep despair… slippin in the deep end not so quietly. fantastic sights!!
tin can rattle in the back, living in a tiny shack, standing in the middle of a two lane blacktop gazing at a cloud i saw some thirty years ago.

Stonerjazz : vocals
Teth Sin : electric & acoustic guitars, bass, samplers (mellotron, drums, piano)

Original composition, arrangement, mix, mastering & cover artwork design by Teth Sin
Lyrics by Stonerjazz

The Maestro

The Maestro | feat. Stonerjazz

Auteur Compositeur Français.
Soutenir:  https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/

Sans titre II ( Exrait )

Dominique Le Bars

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