You are you and thats always the coolest thing to be, yourself!

I'm not sure whether I got the lyrics right, but the sound beautifully told me a story about false pride from a vulnerable, sensitive, but brutally honest perspective And the vocals really tune into the brass, which grooves very nicely. Very original!

i love forwards to hearing this in some big production on screen

Cool instrumentation, great mixture of sounds

Beautiful of a great musicians.... Keep singing sir!!!

A mi me paso que me  fui a los Balcanes con este tema, saludos Gom!

Really original set of instruments and arrangement. Lyrics are great. 😁

Holy Cow - Combstead / Robert Grigg

In a book and several widely read newspaper articles, the English journalist David Goodhart has identified a new cause for the vicious populism of our time. Le Pen, Brexit, Trump, the online hate culture - according to Goodhart, two new "meta-classes" (the "Anywheres" and the "Somewheres") have emerged in the global world, two completely different ways of living and feeling. According to Goodhart, these separate cultures are now competing against each other in a kind of new world culture war.

The picture shows: an altered extract from a photo somewhere out of the net

Somewhere, 3:33 am


Anyone awake again…? 
Now, 3:33 am…?

I was just looking… 
I was gazing…
I was just listening,
I was wondering…

Is it change that drives, 
Challenges and brings life, 
Even if failures are included?

Or is transformation 
A constant calculation 
Of loss, a humiliation?

And I was just looking… 
I was gazing…
I was just listening,
I was wondering…

You were somewhere, out there
You were not anywhere, no

Is it change that drives, 
Challenges and brings life, 
Even if failures are included?

Or is transformation 
A constant calculation 
Of loss, a humiliation?

I was just looking… 
And I was gazing
I was just freezing
While I was listening
And I was just looking
(For an answer
Of any kind)

You sang somewhere, out there
You were no anywhere, no
You were a somewhere, out there
You were not anywhere
Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere
(To find)

Somewhere, 3:33 am

10 years ago, on February 22th 2014, Leo Vroman died at the age of 98, a Dutch poet and scientist (known for the Vroman effect), living in Forth Worth (Texas). A most wise and talented man, born in 1915 in Gouda, near to the city I live in. As a poet he is widely known for four lines:

Come tonight with tales /  how the war has disappeared /  and repeat them a hundred times /  all times I will weep

These lines are part of the poem ‘Peace’ he published a few years after WWII. He fled The Netherlands for the Nazi's and saw his fiancé only back after the war in America (surviving a Japanese camp during te war).

When he died, I recorded this song of the first three verses of his poem, using the well-known last lines as the chorus. I mixed it again (better understanding mixing now) and I'm still impressed by the power of his poem and its timeless message.

[rough translation]
PEACE
Comes a dove of hundred pounds,
an olive tree in its claws,
near to my ears with his mouth
full of sweet corn women,
full of cooing stories
how the war is gone
and repeats them hundred times:
All times I will weep

Since I so unexpectedly
jumped into a taxi
leaving a hole in the night
that’s becoming ever larger,
Since my soft tearful darling,
drought blushing of misery
stood still, stood still 
so that flint bounced in her loins
My skin is too dense and dry
in order to sweat in prayers,
creases tweaking, nontheless,
and ‘peace’ grinding, ‘peace’, ‘peace’

Love is a stinking miracle
of decapitated desires
if I have to live without peace
peace, God damned, peace;
As the ripping sound
with which I was separated from my love
scares me even now from the bed
where sometimes we both dream
that the war of yesterday
returns on felty feet,
that we, no longer fit for everything, 
yet again must lie down, run
and also scream in each other’s ears,
so desperate that we almost
dream we can hear ourselves.

[May I not curse 
when the fire of a long rebuilt city, 
rolling forth of a chamber wall,
blazes and keeps me awake?
It’s not the roasted kid, 
becoming fireworks, 
I feel terrible, terrible about,
It’s the age that nothing is happening,
when suddenly, in the middle of the house,
rises a tower of dirt,
long forgotten cellar mud,
quickly becoming unusable furniture,
blood-red flames and flaming
red blood, the surrounding air
wallpapered with living parts of dead yet
nice people, the eternal silence before the
surprised child in this column
is strangled and already raises the arms]

come tonight with tales 
how the war has disappeared 
and repeat them a hundred times
all times I will weep.

Vrede

VREDE (alle malen zal ik wenen)

Kia Iris - Hold On

Vocals by Kia Iris
Written & Arranged by Kia Iris
Produced & Mixed by Kia Iris
Mastered by Lake, Prostudio 216

Hold On

The Outsiders

Epic Modern cinematic Soundtrack . LAST RACE Prod. and composed by Nomax 
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LAST RACE  Prod and Composed by Nomax

Before the Storm - demo

I've remixed a few songs that I think are worth a beter sound quality. There aren't many, but this is one of them, mainly because of the beautiful burlesque brass arrangement by my good old friend Dave.

[Rough translation of the Dutch lyrics]
DANCE FOOL
the wise is lagging behind the fools
the wise slowly walks on rigid foot
the fools stay constantly amazed
they have the music in their blood

dance fool, dance fool
dance fool, dance fool

the wise formulates in tight phrases
a judgment about evil and good
the fool hovers between despair and ecstasy
he will dance his way to fate

dance fool, dance fool
dance fool, dance fool

The end of wisdom 
is that one will never know anything
the fool forgets the truth
he picks a rose for the ball
whenever heaven breaks open
or the world will end
the wise claims and preaches
the fool stays in his illusions

dance fool, dance fool
dance fool, dance fool

Written*, performed & mixed by me
Saxes & Clarinets and horn/woodwind arrangement: Dave McKeown
Drums: Matt Snowden
Cover art: made with DALL-E

*the lyrics are an adaption of the poem “De wijzen blijven achter bij de dwazen” by H.W.J.M Keuls (1883-1968).

Dans Dwaas

DANS DWAAS (dance fool) with Dave McKeown

This piano composition captures the essence of tranquility, serenity, and joy, inspired by a blissful day spent basking under the warm Portuguese sun. 
Transport yourself to the sun-drenched shores of Portugal with 'Algarve Sea Sunshine.' As you listen, envision breathtaking images of the coastal landscape, with crystal-clear waters glistening in the sunlight and the gentle waves lapping against the shore. Let the music take you on a captivating journey through the natural beauty of the Ria Formosa Natural Park reserve in Faro, immersing you in the serene atmosphere of this picturesque destination."

Algarve Sea Sunshine

Lyrics- 

When I’m alone it starts to hurt 
But biting my tongue is how I’m heard
She can run away or burn my throat 
As long as she makes my night lights glow 

As long as she makes my night lights glow 
As long as she makes my night lights glow 

Who do you love again and do they know?
Soho streets make the night lights glow
You’re running low on luck you’re running low
Soho streets make the night lights glow 

Soho streets make the night lights glow 

She has a voice that soothes my name 
So much so i wanna play her games 
On 7th ave, do I wanna know? 
Did he make your night lights glow 

Who do you love again and do they know?
Soho streets make the night lights glow
You’re running low on luck you’re running low
Soho streets make the night lights glow 

Soho streets make the night lights glow 

Who do you love again and do they know?
Soho streets make the night lights glow
You’re running low on luck you’re running low
Soho streets make the night lights glow 

Soho streets make the night lights glow 

Who do you love again and do they know?
(When I’m alone it starts to hurt)

You’re running low on wine, you’re running low
(Biting my tongue is how I’m heard) 

Soho streets make the night lights glow

GLOW

the day you were born
birds forgot to fly
wounds forgot to hurt
words forgot to lie
 
the day you turned ten
old men began to dance
shadows left their posts
and enemies made friends

they said it must be a sign
that we got to toe the line
and they said it must be true
that there's more 
'cause now there's you

you're too beautiful
you're so hard to say no to
a no is a yes 
as a matter of course
it's not your fault
you walk like we all do
but storms when they see you
dissipate with remorse

and the river 'bout to cross you
retreated to its source
and the nettles 'bout to scratch you
they parted like doors
you're too beautiful
much too beautiful

the day we met
the North Star pointed south
the Sun forgot to set
my breath forgot to out

the day we wed
you said don't be afraid
Air will keep us fed 
Ground will elevate

I thought it must be by design
only seek what you're meant to find
and I thought it must be true
there is more
'cause now there's you

you're too beautiful
you're impossible to turn down
I try to turn you down
but it's just for the sport
it's not your fault
you trip like we all do
but when the mountain saw you trip
it rushed to lend support

and the fire that burns us
only slakes your thirst
in the water that churns us
I'm the one who rusts
you're too beautiful
way too beautiful

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um-pam-paraira-ra
um-pam-paira-ram
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