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It Takes Time

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Danceparty song with dark sounds for dark nights.
Solos for funk- and electronic bass.

bass night

Penelope

Untitled

Author:		Jacek Romanowski
Polish title: 	Kontemplacja 3
Genre:       	piano music, classical music, instrumental music

Contemplation 3

warmup for cold hands

This song is about getting cheated on. I was inspired by a series I was watching and I just thought about how you look at the relationship after that. I mean every little excuse why that person couldn‘t see could have been a lie because maybe that person was already cheating on you, who knows. Also I‘m sorry that this recording is pretty bad I totally forgot that February ends the day after tomorrow and since I don‘t have time to do it tomorrow I had to record it today. Maybe I‘ll upload better version some day. Hope that y‘all still like it!

Written and produced by Elizera (aka me)

Pretty lie

This song is about a notebook I was gifted by a special person who died shortly after gifting me the notebook. On the front stands the quote: “kill me softly” and at the back is the date with the EXACT day and month as the one that the person died. Back then I was pretty devastated about that and even thought I could have prevented them from dying. I now know that that is ridiculous because it wasn’t a suicide or something like that. So that’s the backstory to that. 
I felt like a live version would be a bit more personal than a properly recorded one so that’s why it’s live. Maybe I’ll record it properly some other time. 

This song was written and produced by Elizera (aka me)

Notebook (live)

YouTube: https://youtu.be/V6thajnwGmg
Scusemore: https://musescore.com/user/54333837/scores/24406693

Chopin's fourth Ballade is Chopin at his most illusory; seemingly free yet architecturally airtight. Written in 1842, during his time in Paris, it emerged from a period of creative peak but personal decline. George Sand was still in his life, though the end was brewing, and his health, always fragile, was already a spectre. This ballade, the last and most refined of the four, reflects that tension: lyricism dissolving into something beyond mere music; perhaps a resignation to fate itself. The opening is deceptive, almost weightless, an invitation whispered rather than declared. But what follows is the slow weaving of a tapestry so intricate that each new phrase feels both spontaneous and preordained. The harmonic wanderings are not distractions but more like inevitabilities; proof that Chopin was less a composer than a medium for forces beyond his control. And then the coda; a masterstroke of destruction. The music, which has spent eleven and a half minutes trying to reconcile itself, collapses under its own gravity. The final runs don't so much conclude as they do escape, like a breath exhaled too late. It is one of Chopin's most profound farewell; one I never quite recover from, no matter how many times I return to it.

Chopin's 4th Ballade

:𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜/𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘
:𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕

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