First of all, I'm very happy that you liked the song I uploaded today.  I really like this song, especially the bass!  As a bass player, I especially liked it.

Harbor City

The Cascade - a Trip through Time 

From first cry, to last breath,
our thoughts and feelings form 
the cascade we call life.

Day after day, hour after hour,
some grow stronger, whilst others fade,
an endless wave to journeys end
and in the end ...

are we but just a memory ?

Mr Bouzouki Dec 2021

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Background

This track appeared as a result of some words created in December 2021, that followed on from similar set of words in the Metaphysical series.  As before, the words acted as a catalyst for a the orchestral piece. This track is now track three  of the ongoing 'Metaphysical' series.

This track has taken quite a while to arrive but I've finally got an ending I'm relatively happy with. Talking of the ending. it does feature a 'book-end' moment right at at the end that might be distressing to some. You have been warned. 

I must admit I quite like the idea of life being a collection of flowing and interlocking feelings and memories. I also felt I had to have the cry of a baby and a last breath to book-end this track. 

Metaphysical Playlist

soundcloud.com/mrbouzouki/sets/metaphysical
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Instrumentation
Ensemble Strings Flautando - Chris Hein Strings
Ensemble Strings Full Mid (Pizz Tight) - Chris Hein Strings
Solo Viola  - Chris Hein Strings
Romantic Cello - Chris Hein Strings
Solo Bass - Chris Hein Strings
Alto Flute - Chris Hein Winds
Barock Bassoon - Chris Hein Winds 
English Horn - Chris Hein Winds
Bb Clarinet - Chris Hein Winds
Trumpet Ensemble - Chris Hein Brass 
French Horn Ensemble - Chris Hein Brass
Trombone Ensemble - Chris Hein Brass
Tuba - Chris Hein Brass
Snare  - VSL - Big Band Orchestra
Piatti  - VSL - Big Band Orchestra
Cymbal Rolls - VSL - Big Band Orchestra
Timpani Rolls and Strikes - VSL - Big Band Orchestra
Noire Piano - Native Instruments 
Concert Harp and Harp Harmonics - GPO5 (Garritan)
St Peter's Choir - Halion 6
YMIR Choir - VSL - Big Band Orchestra

The sound of a crying baby that is used in this piece was sourced from www.freesound.org and is classed as Public Domain.

 creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/)

The Cascade - A Trip Through Time

Have You Ever Really Loved a Dog?

Copyright Brian James McDonald (ASCAP)
Copyright Hoon Toons Publishing (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved Worldwide

To Caravaggio (Piano & Strings)

Free download--> https://www.zabirski.art/library/tracks/249

Tuż za progiem / Right on the doorstep

Listen w Headphones!

Stranger Things and Kate Bush + SC Peeps
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Samples used

IPG1 - Play on
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/play-on-vox-140-bpm

FRAWSTAKWA - Are y'all on board
https://soundcloud.com/tobedetermined-frawstakwa/are-yall-on-board-90bpm

Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wp43OdtAAkM

Stranger Things - Main Theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RcPZdihrp4

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Other Samples

(Drum Samples)
Evans Hybrid Sensory Percussion System: New Creative Horizons
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmKRa75mGLA

Omar Hakim feat Ozmosys (used in outro)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfDLZSlKJZ8
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Remixed by LS / 2023.

Vibing Down That Hill feat Kate Bush / IPG1 & FRAWSTAKWA

Basement Rock Star

$$_Warning_Sign_$$(67).mp3

Thank you for listen to Stina 
Appriciate it /regards
Music/mix/vocal/compose/instrumentals/compose/production:Stina Ingrid 2023

Mental Rain

A revision of Chordal Mixtures a piece originally uploaded in June this year.

Chordal Mixtures

Chordal Mixtures Remix 5 Nov 2023

THE SAD CORONATION 👸
 
There was a King Milesint, 
Of whom I will tell you: 
He assassinated his brother's child, 
Wanted to wear the crown himself. 
The coronation was celebrated with pomp 
At Liffey Castle. 
O Ireland! Ireland! were you so blind? 

The king sits at midnight 
In the empty marble hall, 
Looks astray at all the new splendor, 
As if drunk with the feast; 
He speaks to his son: 
"Once more bring the crown! 
But look, who has opened the gates?"

Then comes a strange play of the dead, 
A procession with silent footsteps, 
Hooded guests great and many, 
A crown sways in the midst; 
It pushes through the gate 
With whispers without words; 
The king, he is so spiritually dizzy. 

And from the black crowd looks 
A child with a fresh wound; 
He smiles with dying pain and nods, 
He makes the rounds in the hall, 
He paces to the throne, 
He hands a crown 
To the king, whose heart is deeply shocked. 

Thereupon the procession swept away, 
Intoxicated by the morning air, 
The candles flicker whimsically, 
The moon at the window listens; 
The son with fear and silence 
To his father would lean, - 
He leans over a corpse.

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Die traurige Krönung 
 
Es war ein König Milesint, 
Von dem will ich euch sagen: 
Der meuchelte sein Bruderskind, 
Wollte selbst die Krone tragen. 
Die Krönung ward mit Prangen 
Auf Liffey-Schloß begangen. 
O Irland! Irland! warest du so blind? 

Der König sitzt um Mitternacht 
Im leeren Marmorsaale, 
Sieht irr in all die neue Pracht, 
Wie trunken von dem Mahle; 
Er spricht zu seinem Sohne: 
"Noch einmal bring die Krone! 
Doch schau, wer hat die Pforten aufgemacht?"

Da kommt ein seltsam Totenspiel, 
Ein Zug mit leisen Tritten, 
Vermummte Gäste groß und viel, 
Eine Krone schwankt inmitten; 
Es drängt sich durch die Pforte 
Mit Flüstern ohne Worte; 
Dem Könige, dem wird so geisterschwül. 

Und aus der schwarzen Menge blickt 
Ein Kind mit frischer Wunde; 
Es lächelt sterbensweh und nickt, 
Es macht im Saal die Runde, 
Es trippelt zu dem Throne, 
Es reichet eine Krone 
Dem Könige, des Herze tief erschrickt. 

Darauf der Zug von dannen strich, 
Von Morgenluft berauschet, 
Die Kerzen flackern wunderlich, 
Der Mond am Fenster lauschet; 
Der Sohn mit Angst und Schweigen 
Zum Vater tät sich neigen, – 
Er neiget über eine Leiche sich.

𝐸𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑀ö𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 (1804 - 1875), 𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓇𝓏ä𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓇, 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝒾𝒸𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇

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