I was browsing through my older compositions and came across this... somehow this seems more applicable than ever in these war-torn times...


Dear friend
Look at us
So different, yet united
By something bigger than us both
Let’s shake hands
And celebrate this moment
For tomorrow can be another dance
Shared with another soul

Dear friend
Let’s take a swim
You and I have much to talk about
No topic too big or small
But if we do run out of words
We can always watch the sun set
And see the day end for us both
Reminding us in the end, who’s tall

Let laughter seek us as much as we seek it
Let’s blossom in togetherness, in ways we had never imagined
Let’s ruminate on possibilities never known to exist

Come, dear friend
Let’s dive and be free


Music - Mateusz Kowara & Sreyashi Mukherjee
Lyrics and Vocals - Sreyashi Mukherjee
Instruments - Mateusz Kowara
Mixing and Mastering by Hugiz Records - https://www.hugizrecords.com/

(C) 2019
Album - Ellipsis

www.thewingbeats.com

Ellipsis

Ruminations (by The Wingbeats)

Lonely

Wrote this one in 2019.  Thls one is mostly about my childhood growing up in Fox River Grove.  We lived on Opatrny, across the street from the Opatrny's.  I mowed Mrs. Opatrny''s lawn for $5 and she always had juice and cookies for me after.  The street was named after her father I believe.  This is back before the suburban sprawl took over the town and things were still wild, you could adventure and we were always outside playing.  This is back when summers lasted forever.  The name I carved in the tree gives reference to another song, Martha ... who I crushed on pretty hard in 6th grade.  The tree is still there.  This one is for my friends, as thanks for making FRG a special place to grow up.   A lot of baseball, music, sleepovers, wheelies, and skateboarding...a beautiful and very happy time in my life...one that I hope 35 years from now, my kids will look back and feel the same way about the childhood we gave them.  My Mom, a single mother, worked hard to give me the best she could and I count myself lucky to have had her and am grateful for the years we had in this town.  There is a reason I brought my family back here.  Mom, Scott, Mark, Nina, Martha, Jen, Karen, Stephanie, Wendy, all y'all know who you are, and some of you are gone already...some of you are still a strong force in my life.  I hope we all live forever!  THANK YOU!

Verse 1
Everything you were to me, Everything I’d never be
Well, I’m lonely, so lonely, oh, I’m so lonely I could die  

Verse 2
Standing there with the wind in song, all the birds they sang along
And they’re lonely, so lonely, they’re so lonely I could die.

Verse 3 
Take me home Opatrny, where I carved your name in a tree
And I’m lonely, so lonely, oh, I’m so lonely I could die

Chorus
And I got you and you got me, on and on we’ll shuffle through history
And I got you and you got me, let’s raise a glass and toast our misery
And oh, you’re lovely, I could live forever, we should stick together

Verse 4
Promises, I’m sick of this, all those long nights I’d forget
And I’m lonely, so lonely, oh, I’m so lonely I could die

Verse 5
That’s my mother there in bed, she used to call me sleepy head
She’s lonely, so lonely, oh, she’s so lonely I could die

Verse 6
Take your time with me my friend and I’ll be here till the bitter end
I’m lonely, so lonely, oh, I’m lonely I could die

Chorus 
And I got you and you got me, on and on we’ll shuffle through history
And I got you and you got me, let’s raise a glass and toast our misery
And oh, you’re lovely, I could live forever, we should stick together

Outro
I’m with you, you’re with me, let’s cause a scene, throw a party
I’m lonely, so lonely, but I’ll never be alone again as long as you’re by my side

Lonely

see you

Blue Gills - Reedy

Lets Raise A Glass (Feat. Sergi Yaro)

Covenent/Away

Covenant/Away

twice (zotiyac)

Stream 🌝

By The Lighthouse

The Observer

Here is the next song for our album, The Windmill of the Year. It celebrates Lughnasadh, a Celtic festival that takes place at the beginning of August which honours the sacrifice and death of Tailtui, mother of the Irish god, Lugh, and the last High Queen of the Fir Bolg. 

I find the music created for this by @APi_ZZ to be quite enchanting, nostalgic and towards the end, moving, as he once again reaches back to remind us of an age that Time forgot. 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut 
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024

Music and artwork by APi_ZZ 
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) May 2024

Words: 
Children are playing in stacks of hay, 
On this long hot day in Earth’s Paradise, 
With their bellies full of your goodness 
They've no knowledge of your sacrifice. 
Their days are spent in blissful content, 
Far from feeling the pangs of lament, 
They’ve no idea even that we mourn 
The last High Queen of the Fir Bolg, 
The Great Mother, the Grain Mother 
Tailtiu, womb of our cornucopia.

When they're older, they will know 
How you cleared the land of stones 
While your birds fertilised the ground, 
Before the ploughing and the sowing. 
How they found you, lying on the soil,
Your body stiff; dead from exhaustion, 
How the long days drew in their breaths 
And their curtains ...for your requiem, 
The Great Mother, the Grain Mother
Tailtiu, O how you did suffer.


 Lugh, who fought off Balor’s blight
And famine from the scorching heat, 
Is leading you through the Lion’s Gate, 
Below, reapers of the harvest meet
For the festival and crowd the pews,
But they never knew you, Tailtiu. 

As the Sun begins its fall, to journey south 
We humbly offer these first fruits to you, 
O Great Mother, O Grain Mother, Tailtiu. 
As we stand here, we give honour to you 
And your self-sacrifice on the altar of Earth.

Lughnasadh

Er schlief und hatte  einen Traum
Und verließ seinen Seelenraum
Frei von seinem Tagesleben
Vermocht er leicht dahin zu schweben

So angenehm  sich fortbewegend
Erreichte er eine schöne Gegend
Wohin er schwebte wuchs empor
Alsbald ein bunter Blumenfllor

Und lustig schwärmten um die Dolden
Viele tausend Falter, rot und golden
Ganz nah auf einen Lilienstengel
Einsam und sinnend saß ein Engel

Und weil das Land ihm unbekannt
Fragt er 
Wie nennt man dieses Land
Hier sprach der Engel 
Ändern sich die Dinge
Du bist im Reich der Schmetterlinge

Er aber wohlgemut und heiter
Zog achtlos seines Weges weiter
Da kam wie er so weiterglitt
Ein Frauenbild und schwebte mit

Als ein willkommenes Geleite
Anmutig lächelnd ihm zur Seite
Und um Sie nie mehr loszulassen
Dacht er die Holde zu erfassen

Doch eh er Zeit dazu gefunden
Schlüpft sie hinweg und ist verschwunden
Ihm war so schwül er musste trinken
Nicht fern sah er ein Bächlein blinken

Er bückte sich hinab zum Wasser
Gleich fasste ein Arm ein blasser
Vom Grund hinauf ihm beim Genick
Doch er entkam mit viel Geschick

Sein Hals war steif und krumm
Nur mühsam dreht er ihn herum
Und ach wie war es ringsumher
Auf einmal traurig öd und leer


Urplötzlich springt aus einem Graben
Begleitet vom Geschrei der Raben
Ihm eine Hexe auf den Nacken
Und spornt ihn an mit ihren Hacken

Und macht sich schwer wie Bleigewichte
Die Hexe quält ihn fast zu zunichte
Bis dass er matt und lendenlahm
Zu einem finstern Walde kam

Ein Jägersmann dürr von Gestalt
Trat hervor und rief  ein dumpfes Halt
Schon liegt ein Pfeil auf einem Bogen
Schon ist die Sehne straff gezogen

Jetzt trifft  der Jäger ihn in sein Herz
Doch erwachte der Schläfer voller Schmerz
Und sprang vom Bette ungesäumt
 Sonst hätt er wohl noch mehr geträumt

(Text: Wilhelm Busch)

Traum

LoFi Americana with a dash of Indie Alt Rock and Country 

Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

With more than 300 song left to record and a constant attention to creation, the best is yet to come!  

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