Got me from the start so melodic//amazing touches on the keys//the wind instrument nuances are a rare achievement in execution, sound and grace//this is a standout...amongst your greatest composition//YES!!!!!!!!!!

Was für eine schöne kleine Flucht, Sehr leichtfüßig! Wunderbar!

modern day

photos are memories I keep within my mind
stored in the basement in a crate I’ll never find
songs are the stories and the places I have been
authored before this mental knot I’m tangled in

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears

poets and prophets weave our words into their art
read in dramatic mien and spoken from their heart  
unseal the parchment let the words escape their cage
left with a book with seven hundred empty page

styles we made are old and frayed 
where all the past is filed away
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
the sky is wet with ink

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears
modern day is bland and beige
remembrance of the golden age
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
my heart is black as ink

Modern Day

Original music by: Francois Pierre Morin/FPMORINSTUDIO

G Groove 98 Mix 2023

This song is a tribute to beautiful lives cut short. Back in November 2022 last year three University of Virginia football players were shot and killed by a former teammate as they returned from a trip to see a play in Washington DC. It happens all too often in this country. These three were outstanding young men much loved and mourned by the community.

The amazing Ceci Wynans paid tribute in song at their memorial service:  https://youtu.be/VLA6biZDTx0

The art is a painting by D'Sean Perry, one of the three young men lost. 

This is song is sung from the imagined perspective of their parents.

Brother Gone

I still see a little boy running hiding from me and laughing then
I'd like to think that losing you had some higher reason in the end
but how can anyone know how hard it is to let you go

you were the one who always knew everything is in God's hands
but you're not here and it's so hard to understand

just look at all these people standing here
calling out your name
this would be the happiest day of my life if you were here by my side
instead all I've got is this heartbreak and pain

how was I to know it'd be the last time
that I'd see your shining face next to mine
they can take away the good years that should've been yours to claim
but they'll never take away the good man you became

I'll always see a little boy running hiding away from me
but this time you're not coming back
and I'm not sure how I'm ever gonna live with that

God I need some peace of mind
I hope that it isn't far away

Brother Gone

This is the story of a young man's adventure in the mid 1800's when he sets sail from the UK and places his foot on a distant land where he feels at home. 
Also at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fl9jLm933OQ
Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Produced and mixed: Phil Bowen 
Vocals, guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen
Lyrics:
Verse 1
We sailed into port on a hot afternoon
I felt we had been back and fore to the moon
Salt in my eyes and salt in my throat
I’ve never been so glad to get off a boat

Verse 2
Rapped up in hope and quite a bit of luck
I looked up at fortune and then a thought struck
I’m a stranger in this land but I feel so at home
From my head to my feet and every bone

Chorus
To realise my every dream I’ve had
Realise the choice of good and bad
I may be a stranger in this distant land
But I feel so at home with my brother Galahad

Middle 8
I feel such an old man at age of twenty two
I’ve seen so much hardship with so much to do
I pull myself up with an invisible hand
This is my home. This is my land

Verse 3
The crowd surged forward in the afternoon sun
A voice shouted walk and please don’t run
And then I saw someone raise a gun 
It chilled the spine, I’m sure, in everyone.

Verse 4
I closed my eyes for a moment or two
The crowd surged forward. They stepped on my shoes
Crushed up together, I felt black and blue
The queue seemed so long but soon I was through.

America (Stranger In This Distant Land)

All music, written, recorded and produced by Jeffrey Lasky.
All rights reserved to Jeffrey Lasky

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"Small Escapes" ... small composition of yesterday - completely my own work :-)enjoy !
photo: succo, on pixabay

Kleine Fluchten

Ooops - this is not a protest song against war! I needed to do a soft little song right now!

Lyrics:

Where are the Flowers

When the flowers have lost all their splendor this spring, 
                 Am                G                   D                      G         G
maybe it's the sign that the summer has come. 
      C                 G                   Am               G               G
You should not be sorry since the flowers will turn to fruits
         G                  C                        D                            G          G
and this is the magic that nature gives us
        G               D              G                 C        G
so, please hurry up - because this period of
                1/2C   D  D                    G
time is flying fast away - so don’t stay - put in Your flat
   C                    G        D                Am    Em               D

If the weather is nice all the flowers stay intact
             Am           G                 D                   G             G
and we can enjoy when the seasons have changed
       C              G                   Am                 G            G
a terrible storm may blow flowers away from us
     G          C                        D                          G        G
a heavy rain may also have these consequenses too
    G                     D                       G                   C        G
so, please hurry up - because this period of
                1/2C   D  D                     G
time is flying fast away - so don’t stay - put in Your flat
   C                    G        D                Am    Em               D

When the autumn has come several flowers turn up
                 Am             G                     D                G        G
but later they loose all the colors they had
       C                G                 Am              G           G
I can feel all the tears that are flooding down my cheek 
          G                C                       D                         G          G
but I’m comforted when I see all the colors of the trees
              G                          D               G                     C         G
so I hurry up - because this period of
       1/2C   D  D                     G           
time is flying fast away - so I don’t stay - put in my flat
  C                   G        D                     Am     Em           D

Where are the Flowers

Inspired by the nostalgic opening credits of old VHS tapes from our childhood, this track captures the essence of those cherished moments. 📼💫 With its soothing melodies and laid-back vibes, "VHS" takes you on a blissful journey down memory lane. Sit back, relax, and let the nostalgic waves wash over you.

Butterfly's achievement 

far more dangerous and at a greater distance 
a purring cat is lying next to a dying bird 
and we don't dream no more 

the story of the envellop 
was so much bigger than the letter 
my body is a temple of which the roof collapsed 
and I don't dream no more 

it is a butterfly's achievement 
to blindly follow rules 
etched deeply in its intestines 
with the tiniest of needles 
and it doesn't dream no more 

the deed was done 
the story written 
had a lot to be thankfull for 
but noone to thank
dreams don't dream themselves no more 

each one tries to fit in the previouses footprints 
tries to repeat what doesn't repeat 
footprints are too tight or just a bit too wide 
i guess we'll have to dream some more 

all of us have a past, we can only dream a future 
i have seven dreams a minute 
and they all split up in two, or three, or four, or more 
i grasp to keep them with me 
to read before dispose 
i just don't have the eyes for it 
its a freakin' overdose

A Butterfly's Achievements

Thanks so much for 440K plays since 2013 !!!*
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Jörg S. born in Cologne, from youth on, was fascinated by all kinds of art, so he taught himself the saxophone very early. Nowadays flutes of all kind are also part of the equipment, as are jaw harps, percussion, bass, guitars and keyboards.
He was and is always involved in many band projects and session events.
In the 80s he was a saxophonist in the Adam Noidlt Intermission Orchestra with gigs in Berlin, Cologne, Düsseldorf and Basel. Very early on he also worked as a writer with live readings in the Cologne area and was a painter with large formats for many years, all in addition to his job as a graphic designer. Now, retired, devoted solely to music: home recording with the platform of choice, Soundcloud and global collaborations.

*32K before 2016

Kleine Fluchten

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