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The Price (Round And Around Go The Days)
August 19, 2021 All Right Reserved

Round and around go the days
Reaching for something that slips away
Is this the price we must pay

Speaking of things that you don’t understand
It’s a crying shame
Lingerin’ too long like an overplayed song
it’s a fools game

Over and over we go
Hoping for reason to take control
Try not to let it all go

Tellin me this and you’re tellin me that
to ad nauseam
I’m goin my way and you’re going yours
To the bitter end

Round and around go the days
Reaching for something that slips away
Is this the price we must pay

The Price (Round And Around Go The Days)

The House Of Cards

Walk In A Dream

A pece I wrote in response to a request from a listing service I subscribe to. I was curious to see if I could write a theme for a TV program sort of thing.  It's a bit dated, perhaps, but I'm really not into "electronica". It was, somewhat predictably, rejected.

A Current Affair

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

I Will Find You

... when I say "Balkans", I mean music from southeastern Europe :-) and refer to Balkan Beat Box, Balkanesque ... stuff like this. & I can only recommend, check out youtube for Balkan grooves <3 - My concrete Balkan experience was a trip to Split (with my old VW Beetle, without spare wheel); unfortunately I didn't hear a single Balkan brass band, at that time :-D ............................. Enjoy !

deep soul - dreams of balkan beats

Forget It

WILD ORCHIDS 
Here Without You.
Lead Vocals - Robyn Youlten
Harmony Vocals - Chris Scheri
Flutes - Chris Scheri
Engineered and produced by Chris Scheri
Cover inspired by Three Doors Down

Wild Orchids Here Without You

From the album ”Rain.” 
Cover art by Gray Lee.

Lyrics:

Rain

Rain is right
Right as rain
Rain is right
Right as rain

Last night you went sleepwalking in the storm
I heard your muddy feet coming in the doorway
Open eyes but blind you were carrying water
And you woke me up with kisses and you went on your way
You left me here with nothing, nothing to say 
But thank you for giving me a midnight taste of

Rain is right
Right as rain
Rain is right
Right as rain

I feel like I've been sleeping through my days
You loom larger now that you've gone away
I can hear you whispering hurricanes
And you wake me up with kisses then you go on your way
You leave me here with nothing, nothing to say
But thank you for filling up the ice cube tray with

Rain is right
Right as rain
Rain is right
Right as rain

Rain

Raindrop Dance Blues

Composer of serious, commercial, film/tv, music.  Berklee allumni.  www.gorankjellgren.com

A Current Affair

Göran Kjellgren

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