Name: The sky is high by Julia Lesnichy compositions
Duration: 3 min 44 s
Description: Another cinematic track with piano, strings and trumpet

There is a mysterious view of the world. Wonderful symphony

Really wonderful composition. Love the rich texture you have developed. Gorgeous melody as the trumpet enters the scene. The ending is superb!

Very good, a perfect soundtrack. 🎩🎼🎼🎼🍀🍀🍀

Different.  Mysterious.  Wasn't quite sure why you named it "The sky is high."  ???

Really enjoying this journey I'm on.  Sounds awesome.

I was the Man

Beats by RC_Lab, 
this beat was written a long time ago..

Minimal Piano (Beats by Amet)

Another cinematic track with piano, strings and trumpet

The sky is high

Miss You Lecktric & Mamoru

It is what it sound like. As I was bouncing to stereo ("mistakes and all") my drive was dying. First try, second try, third etc etc. By time I got an intact file, the filenames had evolved from "try1" etc to "tries#" etc etc, then finally "0tries2" so that's what I called it, because adding a "zero" (0) at the beginning of the filename makes it easier for caveboy to locate his file in flie exploder.  Then, not much later, there was all that selfs-loathings stuff.  So. Anyway...
Thank you very much for listening. 😬♥♪♥

zero tries too

Man of Mystery

Martin Hirsch

Beautiful Body

Forgotten Colours

Popeye the Sailor meets Gilbert & Sullivan in a critter-cottage context. Written for kids but can be enjoyed by the young at heart.

(Sittin’ on the) Bottom of the Bay

I’m sittin' on a sunken log with stuff all green and gooey
As the bubbles from my lips and nose are risin’ all around me
And I look up at the surface where it seems all bright and shimmery
I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Fish are swimmin’ ‘round me ‘cause the people haven’t caught ‘em
There are pointy branches stickin’ from the sandy muddy bottom
It will all be filled with gucky leaves around the end of autumn
And I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Kids are skippin’ pebbles and they’re sinkin’ on my head
The ducks are swimming by me while they try to grab the bread
The whole merganser family appears to be well-fed
While I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow,
Bubbles floating high, bread is falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental

A big fat sunfish with a belly orange and yellow
Brings a black bass pal who is such a friendly fellow
With a black tipped tail and big eyes that look like jello
As I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay

A fishin’ lure sparkles as it wiggles down beside us
But the clever fishies say that it will never go inside us
I attach it to a boot or a tire or other nasty prizes
While I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow
Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental 

Water bugs are spinnin’ and collidin’ with each other
There’s an old snappin’ turtle and he treats me like a brother
And I’m tickled by some water plants of one kind or another
As I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Lilly pads are growin’ up and floatin’ on the top
A frog jumps in the water with a loud ker-plop,
It’s so fun and fascinating that I never want to stop
Sittin’ here, on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow
Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental to end.

(Sittin' on the) Bottom Of The Bay

This amusing ditty has been described by Rod Stewart as the best song Ronnie Lane ever wrote. That takes some doing, since Lane was the mainstay of both The Small Faces and The Faces before forming his own rough and ready - and yet also undervalued - band in the mid-seventies, Slim Chance. Sadly, Lane is long gone, but his talent lives on. So here's to Ronnie, and I hope you enjoy my take on his cynical if comically romantic ballad, vinyl edition...

Ooh La La

Artwork: Robbie

Lyrics

Open up the door, let the breeze blow through,	
Throw the curtains back, and your sad tale too,                    
Fantasy about tomorrow’s gonna get you to sing.           
Summer’s on the way with its liberation and there’s	
No more time for your hibernation,		                   
Step into the shiny day and take to the wing. 		

Slip into the town, through the hustle of people             
Enter a cathedral, view the crowds from the steeple,	               
You left behind the valley of death so say a prayer or two.    
Gather up your group and sing all your songs together            
Join into a dance, feel lighter than a feather,              
The music and the celebration never felt more true.     

Oh, oh, it’s been grim, grim, grim,                    
Spending all your time away from him.	
Your light went from bright to dim,		
Fearing that your lives would never begin.	

Open your heart, let the world blow through,	   
Pat your friends on the back, join your family too,    
Better times around the planet gonna get you to sing.   
Summer’s on its way filled with hope in every nation  
That the winter is past, an aberration.	       
Step into the shiny day with everyone you can bring.  

Slip into the airport, watching worlds walk by,   
Lift into the air and view the sea from the sky,   
Find yourself in some green land and raise a glass or two.  
Gather on a beach singing all your songs together,  
Harmonize with nature in the sunny, sunny weather,  
Living in the spirit of the moment in the dazzling blue.  

Oh, no, no more grim, grim, grim,   
Spending all your time away from him. 
Your cup will be filled to the brim, 
Travelling together on a whim.   

Open your heart, let some life blow through,   
Pat your friends on the back, join your family too,  
Better times around the planet gonna get you to sing. 
Summer’s on its way filled with hope in every nation  
That the winter is past, an aberration.   
Step into the shiny day with everyone you can bring.

Shiny Day

I am a classically trained composer, finished music school in Russia and took private lessons in music composition. I write and orchestrate my works myself.  I am influenced by music of Tchaikovsy, Chopin, Beethoven, Shubert, Alexander Desplat, Thomas and Randy Newman, Danny Elfman. I write in cinematic, orchestral, classical, epic and ambient genres. I have practice writing for short scenes in cartoons and documentaries and trailers. You can view some of my cues here https://vimeo.com/user105330114. I will consider any offer to write a soundtrack for a short documentary, cartoon or a film score. Please contact me via julialesnichy@aol.com

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