Hope Faith And Love

Praise Praise

As The Sun Breaks The Horizon

Renegades of the Open Sky

Echoes of Elysium

One of my longest improvisations, so far. Probably the most intense one, too. I am absorbing and reflecting the rapidly changing atmosphere in our world. It is getting more and more hostile and dark. We should try to change this. I feel helpless and I begin to worry about our future. 

Improvisation_180925_This is our World

It's sad that I'm still having to write protest songs but we all need to speak up.

WE WON'T WEAR THEIR YOKE

submission for Weekly Note Composing Jam #34 hosted by emscottish for Itch.IO September 2025.

The track art is of Corfe Castle in Dorset where twenty-two French knights loyal to the imprisoned Eleanor of Brittany were deliberately starved to death in the early 1200's under the reign of King John of England.

I suppose by some stretch of the imagination this sounds like the later tracks on my EP "Palimpsest Of Fallen Hegemony" some months back

Oubliette Echoes Of The Twenty-Two

Paper Airplanes

Mid tempo rock pop funk song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman for Swamp Music Productions
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Satellite In Blue

[verse] 
a year of snow fell that day 
nary a child could stay away 
angels, igloos and men of kinds 
creations all from eager minds

and under the pines near the hill 
the freshest snow lay quiet, still 
there stood a man built from snow 
alone, where the wind won’t blow

[chorus] 
loneliness stands beneath the pines 
the snowman waits for Valentines 
a heart of ice in a soul of steam
the snowman lives a silent dream 

[verse] 
one warmer day, the sun did shine 
and found its way through the pine 
it touched his heart, a warm embrace 
while the smile melted from his face 
suddenly in his snowy mind 
he knew he’d never stand till Valentines 
the love he waited for, may never come 
his closest love, was now the sun

[chorus] 
loneliness stands beneath the pines 
the snowman waits for Valentines 
a heart of ice in a soul of steam 
the snowman lives a silent dream 

[instrumental with bluesy trumpet solo]

[bridge] 
and someday… it all will melt 
never mind how we felt 
life’s too short to stand and wait 
we have the freedom to make our fate 
so if you have a soul of steam 
never live a silent dream 
’cause…

[chorus] 
loneliness stands beneath the pines 
the snowman waits for Valentines 
a heart of ice in a soul of steam 
the snowman lives a silent dream

Snowman

The Spirit in the Castle Dungeon

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

Oubliette Echoes Of The Twenty-Two

Doug Stoothoff