DON’T RING THE BELLS
Janine Levinson    2021

I am leaving. It is over 
Call the lawyer. get a mover
I am walking out forever 
Tell the preacher cause It’s over

It’s the pealing of alarms 
Over the beating of our hearts
It’s the echoes of the sirens as they speed past in the dark

Don’t ring the bells before the house is burning down
We will be hearing them forever
Don’t freeze your heart just ‘cause there’s ice out on the ground 
Just wait for changes in the weather.

I am leaving, it is over 
Call an Uber, call my father
Please just lock the door behind me. 
Here’s the key because it’s over

Don’t ring the bells before the house is burning down 
You know we’ll hear them ring forever 
Don’t reach for pennies when we’ve earned so many pounds 
Don’t spend our future on a feather

One thousand Sundays 
One thousand Sundays

I am leaving - try and stop me 
don’t put on that Wilco record
I am running, it is ending, 
One more kiss and then forever

Don’t ring the bell before the house is burning down

Don't Ring The Bells

This song is about my grandfathers arrival to USA 1912
Seraching for a job. He finally ended up in montana to work in the woods. Struggeling with the huge tamorak trees.

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Look, there she's walking around
She got no borders no bounds
she knows that there's still a way
and with her magical smile she sweetens our day

Peace, Love and... Sandy, amus.
Composed/All instruments/Mixing & Mastering by amus
Cover by amus

Easy Sandy (Single Version)

This is a 2002 interpretation of Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings, taken from Barber's original 1936 score. The piece was arranged in Cakewalk 9. Synth sounds are from a Kurzweil K2500 keyboard.

Adagio for Synths (2002, From the Archives) An Interpretation of Barber

Hello.   Here is my new collaboration.  In a style a little new to me. 
With  Keri Johnson , whom I thank for her trust and for allowing me to propose this arrangement of her composition. 
To listen to more Keri  https://soundcloud.com/kerijohnson
Keri : composer - lyrics - vocals - synthé 
Pascal : percus - basses - orgue Hammond B3 - synthé Roland JP8 - arrangements - mixing 
Lyrics :
Off we go
into the unknown
(just sit back and)

Watch the show
hold your own

The place's we'll go
the seeds that we sew

Oh the places we'll go
the faces we'll know

Time rolls on
we are the song
(come on let's have)

Have some fun
while you're young
(comes on let's go)

Oh the places we'll go
the seeds that we sew

Oh the places we'll go
the faces we'll know
(come on let's go)

Oh, The Places We'll Go ☀️  (Keri Johnson . Prod pb)

Coming together of a flute blues and alto sax improvisation with bamboo flute drones and techno beats (adapted from 'Call to Prayer' from the album 'Nepalese Dream' https://thewindscalebluesexperiment.bandcamp.com/album/nepalese-dream).

Nebulae photo by S Aldebaran (Unsplash)

Call from Beyond

L.N.D wats next freestyle.mp3

Organ(20201227)

Sure got cold after the rain fell

Something more traditional/folksy I've been chipping away at for a bit, struggling to flesh it out with more instrumentation. However, the more I listen to its currently bare-cupboard, acoustic vocals+piano arrangement, maybe it's simply *meant* to remain rough and rudimentary?

So please pay no attention to the little finger flubs here and there, and just let yourself get washed over by the orange waves of the Northumberland Strait, where I grew up and where my childish heart still beats.

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Orange waves crash then go
Stealing sand with its ebb and flow
Holes dotting cliffsides' red clay
Where the swallows sleeping lay

Beyond green edge a homestead puffs away
Hurls hardwood smoke through cold blue
Rocking chairs paired, slowly rotting grey

Island smiles from across the way
Thin dark line splits Strait and sky
It flickers ghostly, hovers fey
Once Ile Saint-Jean, now PEI

Each flat stone we throw from the beach
With dreams to skip, perhaps to fly
All doomed to sink, the island never reached
Drowning jealous of the driftwood swimming by

As full moon flirts with blushing tide
Salt waters sink and sandbars swell
Before they change their minds and hide
I take their path to Mount Carmel

Beyond green edge a homestead puffs away
Hurls hardwood smoke through cold blue
Rocking chairs paired, slowly rotting grey

At Trois-Ruisseaux I wait for you
At Trois-Ruisseaux I wait for you
Trois-Ruisseaux

Orange Waves (acoustic rough)

Push It Down The River

A singer songwriter with a folklore an country music style. Own songs with my band and other musicians.
Inspired by the Police, Dire straits, Willie Nelson, Tom Petty etc. I´m about to release a new album next year. Stay tuned :-) 

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