Powerful music Joe that builds to an impressive ending.

This is a very fascinating work, in both versions. Intense. And with arresting mystery. Plus, the photo is fascinating too

Dear Joseph, i like how you express the complexity of lament.

hard it is, so easy now to love you,
all the crazy things you do, the things you say,
hard it is so easy now to hold you in my heart

yes I will be leaving, but I won’t get in my car
and drive away…

how many layers can you peel from my heart?
and yet still, I am standing here, holding you tight
my arms enfolding you as promises of all
the everything you ever dreamed, that could come true

hard it is, so easy now to love you,
all the crazy things you do, the things you say,
hard it is so easy now to hold you in my heart

now, as the sun sinks down behind a winter sky
you are snarling as a wildling,  all the snares you have laid,
flowers lying broken, all the bottles overturned
all the ashes spilling over, all the bridges that you burned, you burned, you burned...

hard it is, so easy now to love you,
all the crazy things you do, the things you say,
hard it is so easy now to hold you in my heart
 (but something’s broken and I can’t bring it back)

yes I will be leaving, but I won’t get in my car
and drive away…
although it hurts so much, to stay

hard it is, so easy now to love you,
all the crazy things you do, the things you say,
hard it is so easy now to hold you in my heart

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Written made sung and played by Emma

hard it is so easy now...

Anastasiya Ihnatovich is one of the best talents to be found on SC. I had the privilege of being able to sing to the notes of her splendid piano. I recommend you to listen to her music here:
(@anastasiya-ihnatovich) you will be fascinated!
Piano playing and composition …… ..Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Voice, lyric and strings ………………… ..Paolo Pieraccini
Below the lyrics of our song together

Time goes so slower
missing the one you love
You are my prison
But I don't want to escape
No, I don't feel alone
causes sadness
                                                                     
Is always with me

I still love you
But you don't care about me
You don't care about me
About me
I hide my pain with a smile
For you
It's true
I can't be strong all the time
And so I gave in to the pain
and I'm sure that my woman
My only woman is you

LAPSE 1 Anastasiya Ihnatovich vocal version by Paolo Pieraccini

Gaspar Monterde: guitars & keyboards
Mia Monterde: Transverse flute

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The Mediterranean is the largest mass grave on the planet. Migrant deaths and shipwrecks in the Central Mediterranean have multiplied.

The protagonist of the symbolic photograph of the embrace between a Red Cross volunteer and a migrant on the Tarajal beach (Ceuta, Spain), is called Abdou and is 27 years old.

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El Mediterráneo es la mayor fosa común del planeta. Las muertes y naufragios de migrantes en el Mediterráneo Central se han multiplicado

El protagonista de la simbólica fotografía del abrazo entre una voluntaria de la Cruz Roja y un migrante en la playa del Tarajal (Ceuta, España), se llama Abdou y tiene 27 años.


El Abrazo / The Embrace

A short atmospheric piece with a tubular bells thing going on

Llwyn Cysegredig ("Sacred Grove")

This composition started as an experiment in using virtual instruments and an early attempt (in fact first attempt) at orchestration. It is very rough around the edges and highlights the need for me to improve my mixing skills, but I think it has something raw about it. I hope you find it interesting to listen to.

Uprising Twenty - Two

Lamentation - version for string orchestra

Amon - Ra

you're wrapped up today, it's 9.10 am and -2 degrees, it's been snowing overnight, some a them's been there since before 6! you walk down familiar streets, almost drag yourself there, feeling empty of emotion and desire, ambivalence consumes your integrity,  running commentary conversations with yourself contain more contradictions and paradoxes than thought itself. Horns tooting as you pick up the pace on Coburg street, nearly there now, must show willing and a pulse of positivity. You see your uncle Derek walking the dog, he's not really your uncle, you're not too sure if that's really a dog, it is a dog though, it's jumping up at you, fuck! it's at eye level, big dog that Derek! You make a bit of small talk about the football, and the dog, there's nothing small about the dog. He doesn't agree with the strike, I should be offended, but I don't give a flying fuck, it's nice to see him, have a bit crak and even getting bulldozed by that beast of a dog didn't seem to bother me. See you then Derek, tell the family I was asking after them. Turns out I would see him on my stroll to the picket line a week later too.

Big turn out today, you're genuinely impressed and start to feel a pang of guilt that you're really not feeling it. Try to fit in, you're more like them than they are themselves, it should be a stroll in the park. You start to make conversations and mooch about a bit, you don't  see anyone that you're desperate to avoid. Gallows humour is gallowing in pride, ready to take a bite out of anyone that doesn't subscribe to their own gallant gallowness. Sharing a thought invigorates your being, you start to reminisce and replay memories of this place and anything within a 2 mile radius. Across the road there was the last place you had a proper conversation with your cousin Pirrie, he wasn't really your cousin, but it was really a conversation; not like in the hospital, that was just the odd grunt here and there, a movement or two. There's Sydney Court, your Aunty Jean lived there since the 60s or 50s?  she wasn't really your Aunty, but it was built, and she was your mams aunty, so that's pretty close. You feel a genuine appreciation for this area and the folk who dwell upon it, you dwell with them, Gateshead town, blood sweat synagogues and thieves. Walking round the picket line, soak it all up, retain it, when you get home wring it out. Group therapy plasters over the cracks, you feel so good that you self diagnose yourself with bi polar. Although time grinded it's heels towards the end, it was worth losing a day's pay, you'd pay more for a therapist, and you'd gotten a good idea for a song.

Sydney Court

my mood is changing like the weather
my spirit rising like the sea
and all the things that I once held and cherished
don't really matter that much to me

as I wander round old Gateshead town
blood sweat synagogues and thieves
I lost my cousin in the Metropole bar
his ankles hanging round his knees

there ain't a single thing
left around here no more
not even a photograph
of Sydney Court

my mind is like a patchwork dreambelt
I'm blowing hot air in then cold
for when did I become the man's 
worst nightmare
never believing what I'm told

and as I'm riding down the Sheriff's Highway
and I watch the old Tyne valley flow
getting lost on the Tuxedo Princes
man it all seemed so long ago

there ain't a single thing left around here no more
not even a photograph of Sydney Court

where did you go
where did you go

recorded at home in my 8 track, thanks for listening, very much appreciated 👍






Sydney Court

My last track for now, based on my "Myriad Love". I wish you a good time, stay creative, keep your head up...and always be kind to each other 🤗👍🙏
THANK YOU ALL!

C U 🥰🤗

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Myriads Of Thanks To All My Friends | LOVE YOU ❤️

Based on the version/performance by F. R David - cover

Words don’t come easy - F. R David - cover

A Folk Tale: Fantasia For Piano and Small Orchestra

Grave Of The Ancient

Grave Of The Ancient - A Folk Tale - Lorin Jones-Stubbs

Anyone interested in performing/recording any of the works posted here please send me a message.

Joe

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