Chinese Flute Sample: Ancient Scroll

Danny Shamoun Deep Thoughts

Piano Journey to Explore the EverMoving Self.

Ex Statica improv

When all the other songs fade out and it’s just us, this is what’s left.
The hand on my chest. The breath between verses.
The stillness of knowing that I’ll never stop writing about you —
because you are the song.

She’s Made of Little Things (Reprise)

[Verse]
Sous le soleil d'un pays lointain
Blancandrin murmure un destin incertain
À Marsile il tend une main glacée
Ganelon arrive chargé de vérité

[Verse 2]
Charlemagne a prié sous les cieux dorés
Un messager part avec l’espoir brisé
Les mots qu'il porte sont lourds comme l'acier
La paix fragile danse sur un fil léger

[Chorus]
Oh Ganelon porteur de l'ombre et du feu
Le poids des rois repose entre tes vœux
Marsile t'écoute mais que dira-t-il
Un pacte fragile sous un ciel hostile

[Verse 3]
Des promesses coulent comme un ruisseau d'argent
Mais les cœurs se méfient du vent changeant
Blancandrin observe le jeu des regards
La paix se tisse dans l’éclat du hasard

[Bridge]
Sous les étoiles un serment se murmure
Un équilibre danse sur la fracture
Ganelon avance un sourire voilé
Son âme cachée par des mots bien taillés

[Chorus]
Oh Ganelon porteur de l'ombre et du feu
Le poids des rois repose entre tes vœux
Marsile t'écoute mais que dira-t-il
Un pacte fragile sous un ciel hostile

La Présentation à Marsile

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The Deliverance 
From something 
I have become. 
The perception 
That makes  
My heart numb. 
This is how 
We become dumb. 
The value of the form 
Overriding a soul 
Justifying a vision 
And its norms. 
I call upon my name 
This hallowed  
sacred identity 
Is all the same. 
To know what  
You don’t know. 
To see when 
It doesn’t show. 

The acceptance 
Of the invited angels 
Surrounding  
The ground 
Around me 
As they sing 
And spread  
Their wings 
Granting me 
A chalice 
Allowing me to see. 
I am not a body 
I am free.
 
I am among 
The ministries 
Who and what 
Has changed me? 
Buddha, Christ, 
Mohammed, Shiva 
Their names are 
The same as mine 
In this sacred plea. 

The acceptance 
Of the invited angels 
Surrounding  
The ground 
Around me 
As they sing 
And spread  
Their wings 
Granting me 
A chalice 
Allowing me to see. 
I am not a body 
I am free.

The miracle of grace 
The gift of 
This holy place 
Inside my place. 
Freeing me 
Of a world 
And what is displaced.

Deliverance

There it goes again
Feel it creeping in
Just like an old friend
Where have you been?

Did you miss the way I carry you around?

Take me back to bed
And tuck me in
I know you like it when
I’m playing dead

Did you miss the way you weigh me down?

You know I can’t resist ya
You know me all too well
There’s nothing quite as blissful
As the nothingness I feel
When I’m in your arms

where have you been?

The way you stayed

While attending Everness Festival in Hungary we were invited by Istvan Sky Kék Égto to visit his Surya Sangíta Asram. There four beautiful souls met together and by improvising created the musical adventure you are witnessing now. 
Music made by Collaboration of: Istvan Sky Kék Ég, Estas Tonne, Pablo Arellano, Indrė Kuliešiūtė. 
Due to a Video made by Geri Dagys it got a worldwide publicity. 
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5WbSrorUyI

Single

The Song of the Butterfly

The Song Of The Butterfly

هي رحلة البحث عن الذات خارج الواقع ، طويلة و شاقة كرحلة الألف عام ، كموت بطيء على إيقاع موسيقى صوفيّة 

Eddie Vedder - Society Into the Wild

NEY / Bahramji & Mashti

I'm a guitarist, a composer and a digital artist. Open your mind, my music tells stories.

La Présentation à Marsile

Jean-Marc Lozach