An old classic, and immediately recognizable, nice one.

This tune was first released by Bobby Vee in 1961. Performed on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.


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I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at:

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Name That Tune #368

Just a reflection ...A trippy reflection ...

TRIP-E-RE-FLEX-ION

TRIP-E-RE-FLEX-ION (KRT Production)

Inspired by the feeling of trying to ease a troubled mind by taking a walk during the cold early darkness of winter.

Midnight Stroll

"Moonlight" is a soulful symphony that bathes listeners in a cascade of celestial melodies. Enveloped in the velvety embrace of nocturnal vibes, the song takes you on a journey through the shadows, with each note painting the canvas of the night sky. The hauntingly beautiful lyrics weave a tale of love and longing, echoing the mysterious dance between moonlight and emotions. With its ethereal instrumentation and evocative vocals, "Moonlight" is a sonic voyage that captures the essence of moonlit reverie, leaving an indelible mark on the soul.

Moonlight

Help!

Introduction in English

Sometimes I have to smile a little when I think about the fact that John Lennon was only 24 years old when he wrote these lyrics. 
He certainly didn't know about the cries for help that come with ageing from 60 plus. The experience of gradual physical decline and the increasing dependence on the support of other people. The gradual loss of autonomy, which is so important for one's own dignity. And the subliminal threat of retirement and nursing homes approaching, which then temporarily pulls you out of your increasing mental derangement by singing old Beatles songs.
But apart from that, he certainly already knew a lot about the hardships of being different, of not belonging; the longing to experience something like love in the worldwide recognition and at the same time having to suffocate and drown in this wave of adoration. 
In the pop era of the time, his desperate cry for help was reduced to a tolerable two minutes
I turned it into a leisurely three-minute waltz. And tried to express my increasing need for help in certain areas of life in different ways: shy and fragile, desperate and humble, angry and almost accusatory. 
And towards the end, I find myself in an almost otherworldly limbo in which a part of me comes to peace with the cry for help and finds its own new dignity in it.

Einführung auf Deutsch
Manchmal muß ich ein wenig schmunzeln, wenn ich daran denke, dass John Lennon erst 24 Jahre alt war, als er diesen Songtext schrieb. 
Da wusste er mit Sicherheit noch nichts von den Hilferufen, die mit dem Älterwerden ab 60 plus einhergehen. Die Erfahrung des allmählichen körperlichen Zerfalls und die sich zunehmend anschleichende Angewiesenheit auf die Unterstützung von anderen Menschen. Der allmähliche Verlust von Autonomie, der für die eigene Würde so wichtig ist. Und das unterschwellig drohende Herannahen von Senioren- und Pflegeheimen, die einem dann mit dem Singen von alten Beatles-Songs vorübergehend aus der zunehmenden geistigen Umnachtung herausreißen.
Aber abgesehen davon wußte er sicher schon viel von den Nöten des Andersseins, des nicht dazu gehörens; der Sehnsucht, in der weltweiten Anerkennung so etwas wie Liebe zu erfahren und zugleich in dieser Verehrungswelle geradezu ersticken und ertrinken zu müssen. 
In der damaligen Pop-Zeit wurde sein verzweifelter Hilferuf auf allseits erträgliche gut zwei Minuten eingedampft.
Ich habe daraus einen gut dreiminütigen gemächlichen Walzer gemacht. Und dabei versucht, meine in gewissen Lebensbereichen zunehmende Hilfsbedürftigkeit auf verschiedene Weise auszudrücken: Scheu und zerbrechlich, verzweifelt und demütig, wütend und beinahe anklagend. 
Und zum Ende hin befinde ich mich in einer fast schon jenseitigen Zwischenwelt, in der ein Teil in mir mit dem Hilferuf in Frieden kommt und darin eine eigene neue Würde findet.

Help!

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

Hush my little darling - don’t you cry
watch the sky 
stars so bright 
the beauty of the night
Sandman made a dream for you
I wish it will come true
blessings, fortunes, hope and hugs
the best of dreams filled with love 

Hush my little darling dont you cry
dream sweet dreams  
Wave the day goodbye
Morning  breaks
Darkness fades away 
You’ll play
sun or rain
come what may. 

Evening stars spread the light 
a diamond in the night 
A nightbirds sings her lovely tune
it’s time to wake the sleepy moon

Hush my little darling dont you cry
dream sweet dreams  
Wave the day goodbye 
Morning  breaks
Darkness fades away 
You’ll play
sun or rain
come what may. 

Hush my little darling dont you cry
dream sweet dreams  
wave the day goodbye

Hush

Our song for Litha, aka the Summer Solstice, celebrates Bridie, the overlighting Divine Feminine spirit of the land of Avalon. She is also the bride of the Lord of Summer, who we first introduced in our song Beltane (hear that here: https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut/beltane) 

The word “Solstice” means "Sun stands still” in Latin, as it appears to do, for three days, at both the Summer and Winter Solstices. At the Summer Solstice, around the 21st of June in the northern hemisphere, the North Pole is turned the most towards the sun, providing us here with the longest day of sunshine of the year. 

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, March 2024 

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) March 2024 
You can visit APi_ZZ here. https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

WORDS
How grace You fair the Summerlands, 
when the Windmill slows to Your command. 
The tumbling tendrils of Your goldenrod hair, 
your perfumed breath through June's dawn air, 
and skies tinged with roses of Your cheeks pink, 
like apples honeying for ambered drink, 
while fragrant meadows sing with your springs...
and young cranes soar overhead with Your wings. 

These long, lilting Avalon days are Your behest 
To the Undeserving and alike, the Blessed. 
Even Chronos gives way to Your valse musette, 
and slows Time for your gentle, satined step,
where winter’s grief is swept away by Your mercy, 
and fairies dance through swaying sunflower leas
to your cooing, throbbing in the breasts of doves
making love, at this season, among the foxgloves. 

Your night-scented stocks open in pleasure 
like a choir, to Your starry vault of treasures. 
The evening blooms along the lanes and ridings, 
with aromas so pungent and dusky and enticing, 
reminding us of ancient ages, that Time forgot... 
of gentler, slower days and deeper thoughts, 
when a man’s dreams were valued more than gold, 
and a real song could birth new worlds from old. 

This is Avalon, raw earth of potter’s clay, 
where Bridie sleeps and dreams Her worlds into play.

Litha

Stream "You don't care at all" on your favorite Platform:

https://fanlink.tv/youdontcareaall

You Don't Care At All (feat. Keshore and lil Booj)

Pieces of a Memory

I filmed a storm and the black cockatoos were in the tree hiding from the storm calling to eachother so i made a  vid of a storm David and i turned into music and song  hope you like something different

Flyers In The Storm (collab)Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals,David Wurden music art and video

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Can you put titles to my tunes? If not, my website reveals all at:

https://www.harveytwyman.com

My Latest Tunes are at: www.soundcloud.com/harvey-twyman

I have now minimised all my musical equipment down to a single arranger keyboard, the Yamaha PSR-SX900.

Originally I had created all the features of this keyboard using multiple pieces of MIDI equipment all controlled through a Windows tablet. I created a YouTube video describing it all:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TekeXG_oe1g&list=PLzVsLVsxIwiZLfDwmRDZ1B8TnIrgwX7aC&index=2&t=1s

Name That Tune #368

Harvey Twyman

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