MACABRE II
for string orchestra
(MuseSounds - MuseScore 4)

by Charalampos Risvas

MACABRE II for string orchestra

(Lyrics)
Life is cruel
Its been 3 years I lost you
They say time heals all wounds
I don't think that its true 

All this guilt
Is killing me inside 
This song for you
It's like a lullaby

Where are you
I hope you're doing fine
See you soon on the other side
When I die

Nothings gonna change my mind,
I'm still headed for the afterlife
Getting tired of these lies, 
I cant separate my wrongs from rights

Still I cry
When I think of that night 
But it's time to let you go alright

Glow like the moon
Shine like the stars
Burn bright like the sun
It's time I say goodbye
Tonight...

I.XV.MMXX [Prod. FaaZ]

Pretext In C Major

The burned bridge is always going to fall down even if repaired...

Crasher Smasher

Snow Prelude No.2 - Ludovico Einaudi

The Lake Of Golden Fire

Evening Breeze

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run, but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that won't be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

WHATS IT LIKE???? DEMO

Take Me To The Page

I wrote this piece in memory of a dear life-long friend who passed away in April 2020 after a long battle with ALS. The title is from Walt Whitman's poem of the same name which he wrote after the assassination of President Abraham Lincoln. It is for a large string orchestra. Score/parts are available for sale/hire through music publisher Universal Edition at https://www.universaledition.com/en/Works/When-Lilacs-Last-in-the-Dooryard-Bloom-d/P0334603

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd

I was born in Athens, and grew up in Santorini. I am currently a graduate student at the Graduate Program of Clinical Psychology (MSc) at the National and Kapodistrian University of Athens. I have studied Psychology (BA) at the same university, and in December 2017 I graduated as a valedictorian, getting an honors degree. For having the best score at the Panhellenic Examinations, in my Department, I was granted a full scholarship by the Hellenic American Union, in order to study Music Theory and Composition at the Hellenic American College, with prof. Theodore Antoniou. I also studied piano performance at the National Conservatory of Athens, with prof. Savvas Zafeiropoulos. I graduated last January, gaining the Piano Diploma (Unanimously “Excellent” and 1st Prize). I am academically interested in Freudian and structural (Lacanian) psychoanalysis. In specific, I am interested in the interference of the unconscious and desire in musical performance and creation, and in the depiction of various psychoanalytic principles via the music symbolic. I have taken part in academic lectures with speeches regarding the Oedipus complex and the problematics of the unconscious desire and “jouissance” in the works of Sergei Rachmaninoff and in “The Rite of Spring” by Igor Stravinsky.For my academic achievements, I have been honored with the “Pantia Ralli Scholarship” by the University of Athens and with the “President’s Award for Academic Achievement” by the Hellenic American College. 
I am simultaneously a Lacanian Psychoanalysis trainee at the Athenian Forum of the School of the Lacanian Field (IF-EPFCL).