Name: Prelude No 7 by James Mark
Duration: 1 min 11 s
Description: Small classical piano prelude composed in Cubase 12.

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Beautiful piano, nice playing and it's recorded so cleanly too!

Nice prelude, good instrumental perfromance...

Very nice work. I would love to bring a piano to life like you did.

Very pretty piece. Looking forward to hearing the other preludes!

These seems as variations over a lullaby theme

Classic, beautiful melody!  It's timeless - this music would have worked 300 years ago, it works now, and it will work in 300 years from now.  It is music that is pure.  Well done!!!

Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Consequi Non Potest

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Small classical piano prelude composed in Cubase 12.

Seven Little Preludes

Prelude No 7

A song for the weekend at the end of the world

LYRICS:

You got the last space
on the red-eye to the rat race
but they went and lost your suitcase now
Give me some headspace
and I'll keep it in my bad place
So you can wipe that look on your face out

The weekend's here
and they're calling time at the bar now
We're gonna salsa dance in the fallout
And there's another bomb on the way
Okay

You got a new name
so you can take the last one in vain
You know profanity's a new way out

The dog is too tame
to protect you from your own shame
They're gonna beat you at your own game now

The weekend's here
and they're calling time at the bar now
We're gonna salsa dance in the fallout
And there's another bomb on the way
Okay
Asleep all year in a Dali-painted aurora
Between the neon flora and fauna
You'll feel your sanity fading away
Saturday
The weekend's here
and they're calling time at the bar now
We're gonna salsa dance in the fallout
And there's another bomb on the way
Okay
Asleep all year in a Dali-painted aurora
Watching the city lights getting smaller
On a midnight plane from the bay
Saturday

Saturday

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Till the sun goes down

don’t know a thing about the world, it keeps changing
I watched you bring a little peace to my pond

now everything we’ll ever do seems ancient
but I am still unlearning all that I’ve learned

don’t know a thing about the world...

the winter freeze, it calls our lease
our fallacies
they squeeze us out of conversations

we felt so free when we crossed a sea
far from family
the ballast rocks of generations

free
(to avert a loss,
to avoid the pain,
to control your thoughts,
then it ends the same)

from knowing
(it’s all in vain,
don’t know a thing,
you don’t control a thing,
it’s all in vain)

free
(but you know yourself,
put trust in yourself,
go on and lean on yourself,
you believe in yourself)

from knowing
(except yourself
is not a thing,
it’s all in vain,
self’s not a thing)

Chorus: repeated

we never lie, we just don't know
the shadows stroll by
dictating our conversation

we simplify and for all we know
an angel dies
whenever common sense is mentioned

Chorus: repeated

unlearning all that I have learned...

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As the crocuses rise from the ground.
The boots of the wise man still tramping them down.
As the world makes its slow turn around.
An infinite circle just spinning to ground.
Don't be sad that you live by the ocean,
stone throw to the sea. 
Whilst your bodies in infinite motion, 
but how can that be? 

First things first comes the test, got to prove you're the best, just hitch up on your horse and lets go.
'Cause the meltwater flows where the crocuses grow, 'tween the rocks and the stones that don't know. 
That the river has taken its toll.
That the winter is set to move on.
That the boulders that it set to roll.
Will return to the place they belong.

As the crocuses rise in the spring.
The world in a state of bewildered mourning. 
Though most made it through to this dawn.
There is bare earth where once stood a ripe field of corn. 
There's a chill that comes with your devotion, 
an obvious fee.
Like the wind crossing over the ocean,
just naturally.

Prelude No 7

James Mark

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