Aeolus II: Piano piece in С minor. 

The first 'Aeolus' can be heard here: https://soundcloud.com/anthonypaulcomposer/aeolus

Aeolus II

Where I Belong - With Dirk Ködderitzsch

If you could see inside my mind what is it you'd hope to find?...

And Joseph said Daad, 
I’ve got your sanity right here in my pencil case

There’s more to the eye             
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

She was walking the streets
In the cool autumn air
The thoughts in her brain
Seemed to shine in her hair

Just like an add 
on YouTube TV

The spark in her eye                     
Sayin don’t skip me

You could buy it
Or Lease it
With low APR 
And Nothing to finance                 
               Not even a caaarr
                                             
 oh          ohhhhh   oh  
 ah bah bah         ahhhhh

   And No! this was real 
   her thoughts just flowed out 
   Like Miranda or Shakespeare
   On-a-wing-and-a poout
   
   I stood there and gaped
   My mouth hanging down
   The drool and the sweat
   
   A dumb founded clown

   How could her thoughts
   Be visible to me?
   Each clear & distinct
                               
   Like one, two, threeeeeee

 ahhhh hahhhh ha
 bahhh bah ba 

All these words Of hand written lice
They crawl up the walls 
And hit you just twice

The meaning    
The sounds

Are not what they seem
The concepts the pronouns

I whip them like cream

If I could see hers Could she see mine?
How would this play?
                            
What’s my next liine?

HOh ohhhhh hohhhhh 
ahh bah bahhhhhhhh

ahhhhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh

If she     
could read my mind

What
do you think she’d find?

Blue Skies 
or Acid Rain?
Smoke      
from a passing train?

Compassion 
in purple hue?                                              
A house         
with an ocean view?

oh huh hoohhhh
ah bahhhh bah
oh ohhhh hooohhh
        
A chair with a chicken leg?
                                                            
A thong         
or a hard boiled egg?

If you 
could see inside my mind
      
What is it     
you’d hope to find?
      
A faster      
than lightspeed car?
                                  
Cold fusion
inside a jar?

World peace 
and butterfly stew?                                           
Nice flowers and Jesus too?
Soft Linens and Battle cries?                                        
Greasy hair 
and curly fries?
Brass door knob, 
a poor beached whale?

hard copies 
of last year’s mail?

ohh ...

There’s more to the eye 
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

Fizzledizzle 
Didgeridoo!

In Mind

I like many am shocked and appalled at what is unfolding before us. In the midst of this darkness I salute the people who are opening their hearts and offering assistance to the refugees from this disastrous conflict.

Here are some UK links to appeals providing humanitarian aid. I'm sure each country has equivalent appeals happening now.

https://www.dec.org.uk/appeal/ukraine-humanitarian-appeal
https://www.oxfam.org.uk/oxfam-in-action/current-emergencies/ukraine-crisis-appeal
https://www.unicef.org.uk/donate/donate-now-to-protect-children-in-ukraine/

Empathy For The Agony

'Just Blue Sky' (Live) by Acoustic Growl (Richard Barry)

'Just Blue Sky' (Live)

For the defenders of Ukraine.

Written, recorded and produced by K Gennery.
All instruments played by K Gennery except the wonderful main piano's and beautiful BV's by Alise Kirtley. 
Image not my own.

Thank you Alise for being so generous with your time and talent and coming to work in my very basic home studio, with ancient gear and an ancient bloke. You helped to make the record exactly what I had imagined. It truely needed a gifted pianists touch and not my rough and heavy mitt's.
Twas a delight spending time with you. 

Heres the actual open mic performance.
https://youtu.be/CLDW8ZK1J-g

And Alise performing a cheeky little number at the very same open mic.
https://youtu.be/7PvJ6utVoC8

A few links to my fave songs from Alise and her band, The Bearing.
https://youtu.be/ixaPvRT08Is
https://youtu.be/ZE168NXoXJU
https://youtu.be/p3sm6Buu1ec
https://youtu.be/Sr7zzooy-kc?si=EGzPLxoCGzhuu6mp

The story:
I wrote this song on my acoustic guitar and started to record it that way, but just wasn't getting the vibe as I did when played live. I tried various ways to get it down with the guitar including an electric...nope, nothing happening.
So I  then thought maybe it wants to be a piano song but my wooden, plonkey key skills were not up to the task. About this time I was thinking possibly the song was not that good. Maybe I was feeling the emotion from the lyrics and not the melody. So I decided to play it at the next open mic, along with two other new songs and I asked the audience to pick which to record next. They all said this one.  On the way to sit back down Alise, who I knew was an amazing piano player, said, "Thats a beautiful song". So, I tried my luck and replied, "I'm just not getting it down with the guitar, what the song needs is a classically trained pianist, anyone spring to mind?" Alise smiled and said, "I would love to be involved". I was tickled pink.






Lyrics:
So many of us fall, cause we all heard the call,
to bleed blue and yellow.

For this is our own home, dust will cover our bones, forever,
we'll never concede.

If I can't be found, lightening marks the ground,
 if I can't be found, lightening marks the ground,
where I once stood.

Keep or children safe, teach them of our bravery.
Death in defiance, we'll never be compliant to invasion,
cause this is our nation.

If I can't be found, lightening marks the ground,
 if I can't be found, lightening marks the ground,
where I once stood.

Where I Once Stood

Quand l'esprit fusionne avec le corps!

When the mind merges with the body!

Mind's ouverture

Mind's Ouverture

Dreaming about eating some great food while checking 
out a mega long parade! Enjoy. Music is Life!
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Remixed by LS / 2012.

Lagan's Parade feat Sheila Chandra ❤ Sinead O'Connor Rip

Full album: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIQWBoXYL0Y&list=PLBP9mmNR3Nmk-nGYZ-KD3rwCYzSHNg1me

DO POGRUZHENIJA

A Mother Message for her son

Lyrics:
I don’t have much to give you.
But I see you.

I learned to steal before I learned to dream,
Hands shaking just to eat.
City nights raised me quick,
Taught me hunger doesn’t sleep.

I saw needles before sunsets,
Sirens before songs.
Learned to count my losses
Before I knew where I belonged.

They call it bad decisions,
I call it staying alive.
You don’t choose your demons
When they’re the only thing that stays.

I tried to quit a hundred times,
Some nights I still don’t win.
But every time I look at you,
I remember who I am.

If one pair of eyes
Still looks at me,
If one voice says
“You matter to me,”

Then the world can turn away,
I’ll survive another day.
If you see me,
That’s love.

You learned to shoot before colors made sense,
Before rainbows had a name.
Learned which doors stay locked forever,
Which smiles come with pain.

I wish your hands were softer,
Wish your days were slow.
But the streets don’t raise children,
They just teach them how to go.

I couldn’t give you safety,
Couldn’t give you clean.
All I had was honesty
And arms that didn’t leave.

They’ll tell you strength means never needing,
Never bending, never breaking.
But strength is standing here with me
When everything else is taken.

If one pair of eyes
Still believes,
If one heart beats
Next to me,

Let them keep their perfect world,
Their rules, their crowns, their schemes.
If you see me, that’s enough.
That’s everything.

I don’t need heaven.
I already found you.

One Pair of Eyes

It’s the feeling of “we’re not quite a couple, but I only breathe right when you’re here” and the sound of pages turning.
Two people stay behind on purpose, hiding between shelves, pretending to care about old paperbacks while their hearts write a brand-new chapter.

In the soft glow of an emergency light, dust becomes stardust, your name gets scribbled in the margins, and every flipped page is just another way of whispering 好きだよ without saying it out loud.

This song lives in that suspended moment—when the world has closed, but the bookstore, and your feelings, quietly stay open.

二人で本棚の影に隠れながら、
「ただの友だち」の顔をしつつ、
心の中では新しい一章を書き直している——
そんな、少し切なくて、でもやさしい時間。

非常灯のひかりで舞う埃は、小さな星みたいで、
古い文庫本のページのあいだには、
言えなかった「好きだよ」が何度も挟まれていく。

外のネオンが眠っても、
この小さな書店と、君への気持ちだけは
静かに開いたままの物語。
その瞬間を、ローファイの温度で閉じ込めた一曲です。

閉店の書店で
[Verse 1]
After the shutter came down on the shop
We pretended we forgot the key, stayed behind
Shadows from the bookshelves slowly stretch out
Gently wrapping around your profile
Dust dances in the emergency light
Only the sound of turning pages echoes
In this place where no one else is
I finally feel like I can be honest
[Pre-Chorus]
The clock hands have stopped moving
The city outside is already asleep
Only here is time gentle
[Chorus]
In the closed bookstore, I want to touch you
My fingertips tremble like book spines
Words aren’t enough for all these feelings
I want to slip them between the pages and quietly hand them to you
In the closed bookstore, time is melting
Just this night, no one will interrupt us
Your name, over and over in my heart
I rewrite it softly, whispering “I love you”
[Post-Chorus]
shh… hidden in the sound of turning pages
I love you… I love you…
[Verse 2]
You picked up an old paperback
The crease on the cover—someone’s old love
“Did you read this?” you smiled softly
That smile becomes my new chapter
Sitting on the floor, backs against each other
Hiding behind the shelves, holding our breath
Neon from outside leaks through the window
Falling pale colors onto your hair
[Pre-Chorus 2]
This silence is almost frightening
Your presence alone is too vivid
[Chorus]
In the closed bookstore, I want to touch you
My fingertips tremble like book spines
Words aren’t enough for all these feelings
I want to slip them between the pages and quietly hand them to you
In the closed bookstore, time is melting
Just this night, no one will interrupt us
Your name, over and over in my heart
I rewrite it softly, whispering “I love you”
[Bridge]
(haiku)
After closing time
Moonlight in the bookstore
Just you and me
(heiten-go no
shoten ni tsukikage
kimi to boku dake)
[Final Chorus]
In the closed bookstore, I want to touch you
My fingertips tremble like book spines
Words aren’t enough for all these feelings
I want to slip them between the pages and stay with you forever
In the closed bookstore, time is melting
Even if this night ends, the memory will remain
Your name, deep in my heart forever
I’ll keep turning it gently, singing “I love you”

閉店の書店で (In the Closed Bookstore)

A Musical Journey of FlexHead
Best known as a local Northern California Funk Band, FlexHead and their sound have developed and grown in popularity since 2015. Influenced by the community, culture, and sounds of their hometown, they perform music that speaks to fans across the musical spectrum. Their signature style has become synonymous with a diverse collection of melodies and compositions. This Funk Band is on the rise, and nothing can stop them from achieving the success they work so hard for. 

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