Winter landscapes

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A full-length orchestral narrative told in twenty movements, blending the architecture of early counterpoint with the tension of a crime drama. Each track unfolds like a chapter in a case file: solemn organ and strings open the investigation, harpsichord patterns tick like forensic clocks, and solo lines for cello, violin, oboe, and continuo sketch the emotional terrain of detectives, witnesses, suspects, and shifting clues.

The middle movements tighten into layered fugues, sharp dances, and atmospheric recitatives as evidence accumulates and motives collide. Elegant misdirections, analytical motifs, and shadowed harmonies push the story deeper into confrontation and revelation.

The final stretch builds toward judgment: a rising passacaglia, triumphant brass, and a canon of interlocking voices. The closing fugue gathers every motif in the album, weaving them into a towering resolution where each theme finds its place in the larger design. A full dramatic arc captured entirely through acoustic instruments, structural clarity, and noir-infused gravitas.

The Quick and the Quiet

Winter Magic Spells

Description :
Musique et paroles : Steph OUNA @user-70495223
Image : Lena @user-262019520
Choeurs : Lena @user-262019520 et Steph OUNA @user-70495223
Chant : Dominique Briand

Un énorme MERCi à Steph OUNA @user-70495223, pour m’avoir offert ce très joli morceau et à Lena @user-262019520 pour les chœurs et la magnifique image.

Description :
Music and Lyrics: Steph OUNA @user-70495223
Picture: Lena @user-262019520
Choirs: Lena @user-262019520 and Steph OUNA @user-70495223
Vocals: Dominique Briand

Thanks a lot to Steph OUNA @user-70495223, for offering me this lovely song and to Lena @user-262019520 for the choirs and the beautiful picture.

SLEEPING
Don't blame me
if I sleep
everything is moving too fast
Like a cat
I'd often rather dream
Than live my own life
We recover a lot of strength
When we sleep
The night brings advice
Everything is magic in our dreams
Little star of light join the bear

Ne m’en voulez pas
si je dors
Tout va trop vite
Comme un chat
Je préfèrerais souvent rêver
Que vivre ma propre vie
Nous récupérons beaucoup de force
Lorsque nous dormons
La nuit porte conseil
Tout est magique dans nos rêves
La petite étoile de lumière rejoint l'ours

Sleeping  (Steph OUNA, Lena, Dominique Briand)

Autumn Wind - Empty Nest

Vocals, Lisa Johansson
drums and guitar Jens Joel Evaldson
Bass And Guitar Magnus Lögdberg

Hall Och Vin

End Phase

2020-11-25

autumn In The City

«Nevsky Wind». Op.115-d.

“Dear Tom”

How’s the retirement, Tom?
Why now so quiet, dear Tom?
You’ve a cozy, small place here
Where a man could disappear
	Is that what you’re doing, Tom?

Do you get visitors,
Or only the odd, lost bird?
Friends are a blessing,
But even friendship’s passing.
	Do you have friends, dear Tom?

Where’re your pictures?
Don’t you have children?
Well, didn’t you marry?
Man, you’re just like a pilgrim!
Searching your life
Through the flowers and barbs,
Searchin’ alone under your very own star!

Did you get lonely?
What did you do then?
Did you have family?
Well, why didn’t you call them?
I’m sure they’d have loved
To hear from their uncle—
A family together
Lends old age a pleasure!

Listen’t’me blather, Tom,
I don’t mean to nag ya’, dear Tom.
The truth’s I admire you
And all that you’ve lived through.
	You’ve lived quite a life, dear old Tom

How did you do it, Tom?
What were you trying to prove?
Seventy years
And six careers
	I can understand why you’re so tired...


From a cop to an actor,
From a ref to a coach,
Have you ever considered
All the lives that you’ve touched?
Don’t be so modest
I speak from experience
An honest man like you makes a difference!

I should be going
It’s nearly past sundown
But I’ll visit again
Next time I am in town
Never you doubt it
I will return soon
As sure as I draw breath
And you lie in this tomb...

I won’t forget you...won’t forget you...won’t forget...

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy
Mastered by Spencer Martin

Autumn Wind - Empty Nest

Joe Fusco Acoustic Guitar