Name: INSOMNIS by Ricardo da Silva in AMNESIA BEYOND THE DOUBLE MOON
Duration: 2 min 11 s
Description: I have Insomnia and this is how it feels.....

::❤❤lindissimo❤❤😘🎶👋👏👏👏

Sensitive performance of a beautiful theme !!

Delicate performance, touching the soul & spirit. Awesome

Beautifully described Ricardo. Lovely playing on this serious condition. Hopefully recovering soon.

Such a beautiful, gentle, and soothing composition. I hope insomnia is now just a distant memory.

AMNESIA BEYOND THE DOUBLE MOON

A home recording, on New Year’s Eve 2021, of the Scottish poem & folk song Auld Lang Syne (Times Gone By). 

May the New Year 2022 bring you & your families health, happiness and lots of love! Thank you for listening. I’m a mom who sings & writes poetry and prose. 

-Stacie

Vocals by Stacie Eirich, Piano by Sing2Piano I Piano Backing Tracks 

Link: 

https://www.stacieeirich.com/

Auld Lang Syne

Composed, arranged, performed and produced by:
Leon Pajer

orlando51music © 2022

Running Nowhere

more or less derived  from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1QjyskJ9jw
Thank you so much Georges from your divine music

Close Your Eyes.. from Breezin'(Georges Benson)

In The Park W/ Morten Jeamland

A reimagining of David Dunham's original track "Fall Back".
 Listen to David's beautiful original ---> https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/fall-back?si=9b140300b6e14c22b6da0cb67f20ae96&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Thank you again, David.

Migration -- David Dunham, guitar; Debra Buesking, piano.

The word nostalgia is a learned formation of a Greek compound, consisting of νόστος (nóstos), meaning "homecoming", a Homeric word, and ἄλγος (álgos), meaning "sorrow" or "despair"

480BC

NOSTALGIA - ΝΟΣΤΑΛΓΙΑ (432Hz)

Coming Home.

So pull up a chair, I’ll buy you a beer  
Tell me your news, kick off your shoes,  
It's been years since I've heard anyone from home.  
And how's the old pair, are they still there?  
Mam in the kitchen, and Dad in his chair,   Reading the paper and putting the world to right.

Send my love to them in the morning,  Please tell my Mam that I'm coming home.

And how is young Mary, is she still contrary?
  I remember her smile, the sweetest in Kerry,  
I wonder if she ever thinks of me?  
I swore I'd send for her, when I had the money,  
I'd bring her to Brooklyn, we'd marry in Joseph's,  
And live the good life, in the heart of New York City.

Send my love to her in the morning  Tell her I think of her night and day.

I came here in '90 with nothing but hope,  
A second-hand suitcase tied up with rope,  
With the name of someone who was a friend of a friend of a friend.  
He got me a job washing down trailers,
In a meat packing plant, down near the Hudson, 
The smell was God-awful, but the money wasn't too bad.

Let's raise a glass to him in the morning,  And tell my Mam that I'm coming home.

I drank in the night-time, I drank in the day,  
I fell in with low-life's, the lost and the strays,  
We banded together in low-lit bars and Inns.  
Then I lost my job in the meat packing plant,  
Too many absences, and nights in the tank,  
The friend of a friend stopped taking my calls since then.

Let's raise a glass to him in the morning,  And tell my Mam that I'm coming home.

Tell them, I’m coming home

Picture of Time's Square 1980's courtesy of Douglas Corrance.

Coming Home (with Mark Bennett)

Second part of my father trilogy.
This song is based on a dream I had a good 20 years ago with my father, who had been dead for some time. 
I am in a dimly lit room. It's just me and somehow my father's energy body. At some point, this invisible energy body comes towards me. Then we embrace. It is a merging embrace. Something deep inside me releases and makes me cry. It's not so much a sad cry, but a liberating, soothing cry that pacifies me completely. 
Since this dream, the grudge I harboured against him for a long time has largely disappeared.     
Somehow he has been there inside me since then and I can sometimes visit him (even in dreams) when I want to talk to him.

The arrangement of the song is deliberately minimalist (just vocals, guitar and violin, hardly any effects) in order to emphasise the tremendous intimacy of the encounter between my father and me in the dream described above (there is no longer a "leaf" between us).

My Father  (Lyrics in English)

Would so like to talk to you
Break through the walls to the hereafter
Meet you in a moon cafe
On chairs that stand here and there

You died before the Berlin Wall came down
My son was born on the day you died
Never saw my beautiful wife
Although you had aimed 
For a hundred years of life

You only reached half of it
Life was rarely really easy for you

You were often too close to the stars
Underestimated the danger to your life
Had so many visions
Wanted to live in castles in the air

Then you were all there again
So clairvoyant, wise and clear

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I would love to have you here now 

The dividing wall to you is now open
I haven't met you for so long
You're waiting for me in the moon cafe
I see you in the soft twilight

I want to tell you so many things
What happened after you left
You still wanted to experience it all
Your early death did not grant you that

You were so torn, the demons, they tore at you
You loved the rush, had little sense of yourself

And yet you were in deep distress
My ever-protecting boat
My steadying hand
The lighthouse in my land of chaos

You gave up the shirt off your back
That ultimately cost you your life

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I wish you were here now


Mein Vater (Deutscher Originaltext)

Möchte so gern mit Dir sprechen
Die Mauern zum Jenseits durchbrechen
Dich in einem Mond-Cafe` treffen
Auf Stühlen, die hier und dort stehen

Vor dem (Berliner) Mauerfall bist Du gestorben
An Deinem Todestag wurde mein Sohn geboren
Hast meine schöne Frau niemals erlebt
Dabei hattest Du 
Hundert Jahre Leben angestrebt

Hast grad‘ mal gut die Hälfte davon erreicht
Das Leben war für Dich selten wirklich leicht

Warst oft den Sternen zu nah
Unterschätztest die Lebensgefahr
Hattest so viele Visionen
Wolltest in Luftschlössern wohnen

Dann warst Du wieder ganz da
So hellsichtig, weise und klar

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier 

Die Trennwand zu Dir steht jetzt offen
So lange hab‘ ich Dich nicht getroffen
Du wartest im Mond-Cafe‘ auf mich
Ich seh‘ Dich im zarten Dämmerlicht

Ich will Dir so vieles erzählen
Was so geschah nach Deinem Fortgehen
Du wolltest das alles noch erleben
Dein früher Tod hat Dir das nicht vergönnt

Warst so zerrissen, die Dämonen, sie zerrten an Dir
Liebtest den Rausch, hattest für Dich wenig Feingespür

Und dennoch warst Du in tiefer Not
Mein stets mich schützendes Boot
Meine mir haltgebende Hand
Der Leuchtturm in meinem Chaos-Land

Hast Dein letztes Hemd hergegeben
Das kostete Dich letztlich Dein Leben

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier

Mein Vater (My Father)

I don't normally upload two in one week, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to work with my awesome buddy, the mighty Audiobake once again! This is my take on his superb open collab - Cyberion!
It's been too long since we worked together! ♥ https://soundcloud.com/audiobake

Original track (https://soundcloud.com/audiobake/cyberian-1)
Check out all the amazing mixes in the playlist (https://soundcloud.com/audiobake/sets/cyberian-open-collab-tracks)

Free download if you like it.

Thank you for listening ♥

Cyberian

Audiobake - Cyberian (Electrometis Mix)

Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2023, all rights reserved. 
Original cover picture by Tsvetoslav Hristov on pexels https://www.pexels.com/@tsvetoslav-hristov-1306654/ 
Thank you for coming here to listen :)
PS: now you can hear a remastered version, the first version was not mixed good. There was a lousy humming in the deep fequencies and it was too quiet.

Beyond Amnesia

Neli CoKo - Beyond Amnesia

duplo

A Brief Interlude

Emerging between what never was and what always has been, memory breathes without need for a name. Light carries secrets older than language, and time folds inward like a hand returning to itself. In the stillness beyond rhythm, each emotion floats anchorless: soft, translucent, infinite. Origin is not a place, but a resonance.

Blurwaltz

10 - Intercession of Christ

Recalling some tequila, love words and more with them in that Ibiza bar, I wondered: “What if Pink Floyd met the spirit of Camarón de la Isla… in my bedroom?” I used lots of guitars, basses, etc. on a 12/8 beat, to enclose 3/4, 6/4 & 8/8 rhythms along.
> Pic: ruined well at hometown countryside

Letra / Translated Lyrics: EL POZO DE TU AMOR  /  THE WELL OF YOUR LOVE

Fui a abrir el grifo, estaba sediento,  /  I turned on the tap, I was thirsty,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Fui a abrir el grifo, necesitaba hacerlo,  /  I turned on the tap, I needed to do it,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el grifo de tu amor.  /  I needed the trap of your love.

Fui a bajar al pozo, me estaba muriendo,  /  I was going into the well, I was dying,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Fui a bajar al pozo, y me caí dentro,  /  I was going into the well, and fell inside,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

Por bajar al pozo, yo me caí dentro  /  Because of going into the well, I fell inside
y no quiero que nadie llore por mis lamentos  /  and I don’t want anybody to cry for my laments

Caí… por ti.  /  I fell … for you.
Caí… caí… caí por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell for you.
Caí… a tu pozo, caí por ti.  /  I fell … into your well, fell for you.
Caí… caí… caí… caí a tu pozo por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell … fell into your well for you.
Caí.  /  I fell.

Me he caído al pozo, y ahora que estoy dentro  /  I have fallen into the well, and now I’m inside
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Vine a beber al pozo, pero el pozo está seco,  /  I came to drink at the well, but the well is dry,
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

ER30HC9 ©1995 ®2015

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El pozo de tu amor (Caí por ti)

I have Insomnia and this is how it feels.....

INSOMNIS

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

I find it hard to communicate,sometimes only through the piano can I express what I truly feel. I love to write music for people who love to dream.
Thank you for taking the time to listen.
Kind regards.

INSOMNIS

Ricardo da Silva

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