Beautiful baroque pop John. Lovely lyrics as well, you should put them up.

beautiful indie chamber pop sound, love the deep emotion you are able to convey, the arrangement and music is gorgeous, top quality songwriting, loving those lush soundwaves!

oh wow.  this is a good reminder that i have not caught everything i missed.  this is so very good.

A really interesting & original ballad - Excellent vocal and a great sense of space with the instrumentation :)

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Poem: by Emily Dickinson (Hope. from 1862)
Hope is so beautifully described in Emily Dickinson's poem. Hope, like a fragile bird, or like a storm. The hope we carry within us.
Piano , keys, and instrumental composition: Yann Kifer @annkifer
Vocal, vocal composition and photo: Oddrun Eikli
Thank you so much for this JOY Yann. Thank you from my heart.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (10. desember 1830- 15. mai 1886)

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

'"Hope" is the thing with feathers is one of the best known of Emily Dickinson's poems. An extended metaphor, it likens the concept of hope to a feathered bird that is permanently perched in the soul of every human. There it sings, never stopping in its quest to inspire.

Emily Dickinson wrote this poem in 1862, a prolific year for her poetry, one of nearly 1,800 poems she penned during her lifetime. Only seven of these were published while she was still alive. Her sister, Lavinia, collected and helped publish all of her poems after Emily's death in 1886.

Her poetry was highly original but was dismissed or simply misunderstood when she sent her work out for appraisal or publication. It was only after she had passed away and her poems circulated more widely that critics began to appreciate her genius.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers. Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli.

Been accidentally projecting a false sense of normalcy of musical late. This new snippet is meant to rectify that and restore the odd-sam i-m balance...

(...or maybe I just like to make up weird vocals 'cause the Down Below wants what the Down Below wants?)


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Miss Information shoving every to and fro
Quivering mass of hips no-stare these here-oh-types you know
From the tik-tok timing of the clik-clok priming money-making 
          Shutter-griming of your neural flow

Miss Information shoving every to and fro
Quivering mass of hips no-stare these here-oh-types you know
From the tik-tok timing of the clik-clok priming money-making 
          Shutter-griming of your neural flow

But WHOAAAAA... 
take
it 
slow 

Neck Deep in the social snow
Stat-ick stream of ins-and-outs
but don't forget to breathe
and Let yourself fall
Fall to the Down Below

and Let yourself fall
Fall
Fall to your Down Below

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[and yes, all those vocals are just me and a bit of reverb -- no other effects or sound trickery. I really *can* sound that weird and creepy.]

The Down Below

How To Lie With Statistics.  2021 Janine Levinson

You take the bottom
You take the top
You take the middle
And add them up
Then you divide
So everyone is average

And then you talk 
About it all
You make it so
You smooth it out
If you don't speak
Don't say the word
Then it won't be

May it never be

The sound of the word makes you average
And when you say the word it makes you average
And time will see what becomes of me
'Cause I don't believe in average

And so you speak
You speak the word
Then everyone is indistinct
The twenty-four, the ninety-three
The thirty-five, the seventeen

And not a one will hear his name
But instead will stand in line
And just because the world is round
Will join their hands and always rhyme

The sound of the word makes you average
And when you say the word it makes you average
And time will see what becomes of me
'Cause I don't believe the averages

Average things in a special design
Special things in an average design
Some times in your life, in your lifetime
Special things in a special design

You take the bottom
You take the top
You take the middle
You add them up
Then you divide
So everyone is average

And then you talk 
About it all
And wonder what
What can it mean
To then divide 
To find the mean
Of ninety five and seventeen

The sound of the word makes you average
When you say the word it makes you average
I don't believe in average

How to Lie with Statistics

Chris: Lyrics & melody arrangement/vocals/Brauchli lapslide/audio engineering
Martin: Bass, rhythm, main guitars, shruti, instrumental arrangement & recording.
Another collaboration re-imagining the tradition, with Martin Kirwan…we’ve made this one a free download if you enjoy it. Martin has composed and played the instrumental on layered guitar tracks and shruti, and I've re-arranged the lyrics and vocal melody. As always, I'm blown away by his beautiful playing and imaginative blending of cultural sounds. https://soundcloud.com/tradladsaughrim

This gem can be found in Buntings Ancient Music of Ireland, and the "literal  translation from the original Irish" was undertaken by a Miss Mary Balfour, (there is a slightly different  translation in my 1897 book The Minstrelsy of Ireland). 
The original Irish song was believed to have been collected by an agent of Bunting's associates the McCrackens - a man called Patrick Lynch...who collected over 200 songs from singers around the Mayo area in the early 1800's but this man was never acknowledged in the publication. 
The original tune was believed to have been first published as "Ye Trugh" by Neal in 1724, but Bunting got it from Charles Byrne at a harpist's gathering around the 1790's.

"Arise from thy slumbers, oh fairest of maids!
With me wilt thou wander to Truigha's green shades,
Where sorrel and bright rowan berries abound,
And nuts in rich clusters the branches have crowned.

A bed of fresh ivy to rest thee I'll bring,
The blackbirds and thrushes around us shall sing,
And there with unceasing attachment I'll prove,
How soothing the cares of affection and love.

In my contemporary arrangement I've made the English lyrics flow a bit better. 

Photo by Chris Okunbor

An Seann Triuca

An Seann Triuća (The Old Truigha) Trad. arr. Okunbor & Kirwan. Free download if you like it

Despite the fact that the year was very difficult, I decided to finish it on a positive note and recorded a new track, the last one this year. I dedicate this work to all my friends and listeners here on my favorite Soundcloud and on Facebook, to everyone who has supported me all these years. You are beautiful people to me! Many people will find their photos on the cover of the track)) I wish you all the best, happiness and peace! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you! Enjoy listening)

Buy https://guitarbeard.bandcamp.com/track/beautiful-people

Post-Love

Beautiful People

4/15 from the collection, Everything Except Oblivion (https://soundcloud.com/jenniferroe/sets/everything-except-oblivion)

This is one of fifteen vignettes written, translated, and produced by sound artist Raul (Raðulfr Maganhar, @raoulfr) and voiced by Jennifer Roe (@jenniferroe) from the project, Everything Except Oblivion. "It's not poetry, it's not music," says Mainer, whose "thinkmeters" are cut and crystalized from his daily experiences. Each "slice" paints and processes a memory—the good and the bad, the light and the dark—in a sort of sonic journal. "Each one has their story and characters, but I hope that whoever listens will make it their own," says Mainer, who likens these soundscapes to meditation sessions for mortals. Against a backdrop of mystical music, a narrator points the way to nirvana . . . but with words and sounds that are earthly and human.

Cover art: "Epiphany Sisters." Sculpture, photo, and design by Jennifer Roe (Instagram: @jkbroe, SoundCloud @jenniferroe)

4:  All Skins Are Different(verse & sound design, Raðulfr Maganhar; voice, Jennifer Roe)

Stephanie Barbutova:  Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Keys, Vocals

This is an old DROWNING DOLPHINS classic from the 90s, released on the mini LP "Tears never shed". Lyrics by Hauke Meyer. Thanks for the attention!

Don´t try to understand
This simple sentiment
I tried and had to fail
And this is not a tale

Do you believe in hate?
You surely will – just wait!
Do you believe in love?
You should believe in hurt
I know it sounds absurd

Are you looking for goodness?
Come to the other side
No matter what you try –
Here you´ll never find it

Are you heading for good times?
Come to the other side
No matter how long you wait
Here you´ll never find it

Do you believe in hate?
You surely will – just wait!
Do you believe in love?
You should believe in hurt
I know it sounds absurd

Are you looking for goodness?
Come to the other side
No matter what you try –
Here you´ll never find it

Are you looking for goodness?
Come to the other side
No matter what you try –
Here you´ll never find it

Are you heading for good times?
Come to the other side, come to the other side

Dolphin Records 1993 (Hauke Meyer / Dirk Taubenheim)

Forever

Other Side   ft. STEPHANIE BARBUTOVA

This track is part of the Juan Antonio Nieto Tribute 'A Sonorous Spirit', released on Tree Trunk: https://archive.org/details/ASonorousSpiritATributeToJuanAntonioNieto

Hidden But Still There (Lament For Juan Antonio)

Demons And Angels

space fish

Asylum

Fire Dance

Lyrics:
Can anybody hear?
Are my words even clear?
I don't know, I believe you.
If I would only reach you.
I think that it's time to realize,
Where we are.
And maybe then we'd know,
If anybody sees.
Are these things make believe?
Does anybody know?
Can we find out way back home?
I think that it's time to realize,
Where we are.
And maybe then we'd see the light.
............................................................
Can anybody feel?
Is anything even real?
Where are you right now?
Is anything even real?
I think that it's time to realize,
Where we are.
And maybe then we'd see the light.
Drifting just above you,
Although I said I love you.
I must be moving onward.
My soul is aiming skyward.

Skyward

V-Immaculate

Written, produced and performed by Jana Hermann and Enijs Maiks
Lyrics by Alan Jackson
Label: Elektrikana Rekordz
Year: 2017

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