NIGHT FLOWER

A Jeff Beer composition, performed live for SWR radio at the Baden-Baden SWF studio.

Life Is Only (SWR Session - 1973)

OWEN STAGG HE IS VERY PUNCTUAL
JUST LIKE ME
ALWAYS CARRIES A STONE IN HIS POCKET 
SO DO I

AND WE BOTH AGREE THAT HERB STRIPPER
WOULD BE THE RIGHT NAME FOR A KITCHEN DRAG ACT`
but
I AM NOT OWEN 
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
DODECAPHONIQUE
YES HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

HE HAS A GREAT DISPLAY OF JUMPERS AND CARDIGANS 
ME I DON’T
HE IS GOOD AT CHESS AND SAXOPHONE (IN A CUPBOARD)
MOI NON PLUS

HE KNOWS SO MANY THINGS I DON’T, LIKE THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN FRENCH AND GERMAN BOW STROKES

I AM NOT OWEN
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
EN PATAPHYSIQUE
HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

ME WHAT DO I KNOW ABOUT WARM HUGS AND OLIVES
RIEN DU TOUT
BUT OWEN HE FEARS A BAD BBQ PIZZA 
I DO TOO

HELLO HELLO, HELLO OWEN CAN’T HEAR YOU ME
I CAN’T HEAR YOU
OH MAN YOU’RE SO DIFFICULT TO CONVERSE WITH
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I AM NOT OWEN (Lyrics) song for Owen

lost in the morning light
safe from the madness that binds the night
I'll be the good man enlightened, abated, anodyne

I travel naked with a mind left to the wind
you won't believe that this is all that is needed to begin
caught inside the wasted life you never know that you're bleeding

I hear the voice  of higher mind
all the rusted wires untied
I'll be the good man invited, elated, held in line

I leave a message to myself just to remind
there is no reason to be learning how to be unsatisfied
or be lonely

why does it seem so hard to find
why can't it last forever

I'm watching the birds go by my window
my heart is believing fire
and all will reveal in time

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Piano Day is celebrated every year on the 88th day as a piano has 88 keys. So this year is not a leap year so it falls on March 29 (2025). Like almost all of my other solo piano songs, this is a sit down and make it up on the spot song. Improv. I wish I had the patience and the attention span to write a song over a 6 month period. I wouldn't even know where to start to be honest with you. But thank you for listening and have a happy Piano Day 2025!!

Piano Day March 29 2025 - Journey's End

In Euripides' tragedy 'The Suppliants', a group of Argive mothers travels to Eleusis to plead with Theseus, king of Athens, to help them recover the bodies of their sons, who fell during the failed assault on Thebes. The Thebans, in fact, refuse to return the corpses for burial. These mothers, immersed in profound grief, represent the universal symbol of maternal mourning in the face of the loss of their children in war.

Cover picture: Theseus and Amphitrite with Athena looking on. Interior from an Attic red-figure cup, 500–490 BC. Currently housed at the Louvre Museum of Paris (inventory G 105).

Composed by Michele Ansani (2023-2025).
Female vocals courtesy of VOX.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, April 4.

The Suppliants *

Vidéo par Muette : https://youtu.be/TirWU1LibgI

By The Way             (Translated after the French text )
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

T’as vu, d’puis quelques temps,
J'te prends plus dans mes bras.
Lorsque tu rentreras,
Tu trouv'ras dans l'frigo
Un gigot piqué d'ail.
By the way, faut qu'j'm’en aille.

Je s'rai plus là dimanche
Mais embrasse tes parents
Qui m'aimaient bien je crois.
Dis-leur qu'c'est moi qui flanche,
Que c'est moi la méchante.
By the way, je m'en vais,

Avec le minimum,
Sans meubles et puis sans homme
Aux angles obtus et durs.
Je m'en vais habiter
Une maison sans murs.
By the way, j'en suis sûre.

Le linge est repassé,
La vaisselle est rangée.
Je n'ai pas su ôter
La petite poussière
Qui t'avait recouverte.
By the way, j’fais place nette.

J'ai beaucoup réfléchi
Mais tes mots sont du bruit
Qui ne frappent plus au cœur
Mais seul'ment au tympan
Et je sais qu'il est temps.
By the way, il est l’heure.

By The Way

You've seen, for a while now,
I can't hold you anymore.
When you come home
You'll find in the fridge
A leg of lamb spiked with garlic.
By the way, I've got to go.

I won't be here on Sunday
But give your parents a kiss
I think they liked me.
Tell them I'm the one who's flinching,
I'm the bad guy.
By the way, I'm leaving,

With the bare minimum,
No furniture and no man
With hard obtuse angles.
I'm going to live
A house without walls.
By the way, I'm sure of it.

The laundry is ironed,
The dishes are put away.
I haven't been able to remove
The little dust
That covered you.
By the way, I'm tidying up.

I've thought a lot
But your words are noise
That no longer strike at the heart
But only to the eardrum
And I know it's time.
By the way, it's time

By The Way  avec Muette

Writer : Gerry Goffin \ Composer : Michael Masser \ ISWC : T-802.082.764-0 
Publisher : Prince Street Music - Lauren Wesey Music - Universal Music Publishing
Released : August 13 1985
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While waiting for my next cover... I found this cover from 30 years ago at the bottom of my drawers... I had the voice and the breath!...😊 But that was before! 😄 Now you have to lower it at least a tone or even two.
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I love this song (I'm a Whitney Houston fan); it's thanks to this song that made her famous worldwide. She had a unique tone, a crystal clear voice.
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Arrangement : Phong
Vocal : Anh
Album : 1995
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Saving All My Love For You - Cover (Whitney Houston)

Lyndon B. Johnson - ”If you can convince the lowest white man he's better than the best colored man, he won't notice you're picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he'll empty his pockets for you."
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/lbj-convince-the-lowest-white-man/

John Philpot Curran, "The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime and the punishment of his guilt.
https://www.bartleby.com/lit-hub/respectfully-quoted/john-philpot-curran-17501817-2/

Patrick Henry - Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
https://avalon.law.yale.edu/18th_century/patrick.asp#:~:text=Is%20life%20so%20dear%2C%20or,liberty%20or%20give%20me%20death!

No Surrender

Now convince the lowest man that he's better
And he won't even notice you're picking his pocket
Hell, give him someone to look down on
And he'll empty his pockets for you

If ya wanna be free, live your life own way 
Then eternal vigilance is the price ya pay
Cause  Servitude is the consequence
If you’re too damn complacent  

No surrender, to the powers that be
No surrender, to autocracy
No surrender, no surrender 

It’s a lie, It’s a lie, It’s a lie
It’s a crime, It’s a crime, It’s a crime
Of the time, of the time, of the time
It’s a low down stinking lying crime of the time.

Is life so dear or peace so sweet
To be purchased at the price of slavery 
Some will bend the knee and kiss the ring
For me I say let freedom ring 

If ya wanna be free, live your life own way 
Then eternal vigilance is the price ya pay
Cause servitude is the consequence
If you’re too damn complacent 

No surrender, to the powers that be
No surrender, to autocracy
No surrender, to the chains of tyranny

No surrender, to the powers that be
No surrender, to a wanna be king
No surrender, no surrender

NoSurrender

Inspired by “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus, 1883.
Copyright 2025

They got on boats, and they sailed across the ocean hoping for a better life
They left behind poverty, famine, hardship and strife
She lifted her lamp behind the golden door
She welcomed them with open arms 
But we don’t need those people any more 
We’ll use robots to tend our farms
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
They say a rising tide lifts all boats but now it’s every nation for itself
As the billionaires and oligarchs accumulate more wealth
We’re all just living on this rock floating in the vastness of space
You’d think we’d find a way to co-exist as one human race
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
Someday if you’re standing there waiting at the pearly gates
With a bunch of other people waiting in line to get into heaven
And you’re filling out God’s paperwork so you can immigrate 
How will answer that question did you love or did you hate 
There are people who call themselves Christians who don’t practice what they preach
They see a man whose down on his luck, and they consider him a human leech
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.

Angry Mob Wearing Red Caps

SOAR / feat. Odarka / Paploviante Music
Vocals and Lyrics Odarka:
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23305/soar-acapella-by-odarka-95bpm-pop-acapella
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix, Picture and Mastering

SOAR feat ODARKA

There is so much talent and variety here, and most of the people are pretty cool too. I love being part of this community. Listening to your music and being heard in return is enough.

Still reading? OK I'm gonna muse a bit. It's hard to fully convey how much this forum has meant to me. There are people I've never met that feel very much like old friends -- and in a very real way they are.
If I follow someone I make every effort to listen to and support their efforts. It's certainly not a transactional relationship but I do tend to limit my follows to people who engage in mutual listening and engagement.

But wait, there's more!  I embrace, celebrate, and revere the artistic creations that come from the heart regardless of skill level.  But, forgive me, but, goddammit there's too much production of soulless, empty same old shit music out there. I can't hang with downloaded shutterstock vocals, banal boy/girl BS lyrics, and recreations of the sounds that have already been done to death for years. Still with me? OK better to distill my relationships than engage in faux bonhomie.  And if you get what I mean more power to you.

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Jeff Roberts