At The End Of The Dream- bE AnOthEr

Dark and dank, yet somehow uplifting. A song about being a hot mess, and owning it.

Void Century - Demos

Nu One

Poem “Dillard Sissman” from the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters

Thanks for recital from LibriVox.org read by Linda Leu

The buzzards wheel slowly
In wide circles, in a sky
Faintly hazed as from dust from the road.
And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie
Beating the grass into long waves.

My kite is above the wind,
Though now and then it wobbles,
Like a man shaking his shoulders;
And the tail streams out momentarily,
Then sinks to rest.

And the buzzards wheel and wheel,
Sweeping the zenith with wide circles
Above my kite. And the hills sleep.
And a farm house, white as snow,
Peeps from green trees - far away.

And I watch my kite,
For the thin moon will kindle herself ere long,
Then she will swing like a pendulum dial
To the tail of my kite.
A spurt of flame like a water-dragon
Dazzles my eyes -
I am shaken as a banner!

Kite

https://soundcloud.com/cecilia-special?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

No More War  By Zitou Itou & Cecilia Special

Let's take a look in here, inside my head
Spider webs and dust blowing everywhere
Oh, wait! Something there moved, an original thought?
Or rats scrounging for a crumb of food

Jets passing overhead, cut across the blue sky
Then scream away

Poets dream of being read to sounds of music
Clowns dance alone in the privacy of home
Yellow tape cut down, some people gather around
Webs and dust blow on their bones

And then, what do you know, I remembered something important
Then it slipped away

Cut The Blue Sky

Only Just Wednesday tells the tale of a lad who is waiting for his pals Vladimir and Estragon. No one knows if Godot ever showed, but this is about Vlad and Estra. And its only just Wednesday, so now you wonder who is the lad. Check out the play written by Samuel Beckett, "Waiting for Godot".

Only Just Wednesday

Bolero

Single swing of the hammer drive the nail
Single wag of the tongue drive the jackknife

Drag me out by my feet, hands bound
Drag the poor man down, drop in quicksand

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Call for help but no sound, I still scream
Fires rise around pile of bones

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Violence begets violent life
Frantic in the quiet

Violence begets violent life
Frantic in the quiet

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Dropped In Quicksand

Hello again Listeners,

I do realize that i have been posting a lot lately as i catch up on all the weekly jamming that my Saturna Island friend illio and i continue to enJoy... but what can i say? Only that we Love sharing our musical conversations with all of you.

This one has a lovely lilting Classical feel to it. I would even go so far as to say that "it's a thing of beauty"! 

We hope you'll continue to enJOY.

Spirals

For the Albion competition with Dream Theatre ,an orchestral arrangement of a section of  the Dream Theatre track ‘A Broken Man’ (the “Track”) from 1:07 to 1 min 50

#ABrokenManReimagined #spitfireaudio #dreamtheater #josephstevenson 

https://youtu.be/E8dIM6gPYsg

# A Broken man Reimagined

not much going on lyrics wise all vibes tbh

if only (prod. Qazers)

Thanks to  the music-makers ,theirs is the universe of bass and treble ,space and time ,creators of new energies ,free to imagine a world of harmonic structure and dissonant entropy.
I love listening to all the music posted and thanks for listening to mine.
Grian Óg