Name: Prelude (Mist) by Juan Diego Fidalgo
Duration: 1 min 30 s
Description: A page of music written in the tradition of the romantic prelude, inspired by a brief motif that barely strays, constantly returning to itself until it rises like mist and disappears.

Many thousands of years ago, our ancestors lived here on our little globe. Did they have any idea of the future..... and if so what was "future" for them? "Tomorrow, next week, or next year?" Did they even have a word for future? Or was life exclusively about develop and expand the group and getting food for the day? Or did they, too, have other goals and meaning with their lives?

Lyrics and vocals: Our dear poet Peter, https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, Mix and Production; Seagull, https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Calm Stream

    I have no words, just thoughts, like these
    Of primal cravings, fears and needs.
    My leathered skin, yet young, seems older
    Browned and cracked I shiver colder
    Depicting beasts muralled large within my cave, 
    Their fatty flesh my empty gut to crave.

    Bursting fires from the frozen mountain thread
    And weave and belch and burn and spit of ochres red.
    The very poison whence my paintbox palette grows
    'Neath the toxic gases twixt congealing lava flows.
    In these extremes we live, but few, the young into
    the perma-sleep will often fall 
    And not so old, our eldest ageing too, follow close
    upon the darkest terror's call.

    Meat and heat is all I need,
    Stone and bone, all I own.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

    Strip the skin, spit the pips,
    Moisturise the burning lips.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

Ancient Man - Seagull & Peter

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Lyrics:

When there’s nothing to do 
Absolutely nothing to do
I sit down
And wait
And wait

Hours turn to days 
And I fade away

I’m not moving at all
I’m watching the process, yes 
I’m not moving at all
You know that I’m a big mess

The clouds are hanging low 
over my head
I wish that I could touch em 
And swirl them all round

I spend my time on balcony 
whenever I have the time 
After this I go inside
and watch shit on the TV

I’m not moving
I’m watching the process, yes
I’m not moving at all
I’m learning from you boss

How does it feel, ooh 
How does it feel, ooh 
How does it feel

Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything

Depressed Engineer

Dear friends, this song is a tribute to all people who volunteer to make sure that even poor children have a meaningful and fun free time. 
It is our Swedish National Day today - we are a peace-loving folk and hope that every war will take an end!

Volunteer Leisure Leaders

There are some people who try to take care
of kids - that are poor - they come from everywhere
their parents have not any money to spend
for the benefit of their kids
The ingenuity - has no limit
their reward is the love from all the kids

The leaders can bring all the kids out of town
where they never have been - for to see what there are
they look at flowers and all lovely trees
and maybe animals they can find
as squirrels or lovely birds who are singing
for the children from the dark side of the town

And sometimes they are travelling to the islands in the sea
an exciting trip  -  they got salt in their hair 
and winds are blowing and waves can be high
and sometimes they got scared
They are amazed by all the wonders that there are 
They will remember these days until they die

Volunteer Leisure Leaders

A page of music written in the tradition of the romantic prelude, inspired by a brief motif that barely strays, constantly returning to itself until it rises like mist and disappears.

Prelude

Prelude (Mist)

06/19/2024

You'd Rather Be Dead Than Alive

Bonjour à tous, 🌛🌞🎹
Voici ma composition pour piano "Ombre est Lumière 2". J'ai souhaité aborder le style impressionniste. La suite d'"Ombre est Lumière" ou "Miroirs".
J’interprète au piano « Ombre est Lumière 2 » 
Ecrit en juillet 2024. 
Enregistré le 4 juillet 2024.

Lien Youtube : https://youtu.be/69J_csIAVjs?si=Hsk5SP2OVMWI1qj-

Hello everyone, 🌛🌞🎹
Here is my piano composition "Ombre est Lumière 2". I wanted to approach the impressionist style. The sequel to "Shadow is Light" or "Mirrors".
I perform “Ombre est Lumière 2” on the piano 
Written in July 2024. 
Registered on July 4, 2024.

Ombre est Lumière 2 – Original emotional Piano

Home |Emotional and Dramatic Cinematic Music|

Pour mémoire, et par amour de la voix veloutée de cette basse électrique, nouveau mix pour cette chanson de 2021
 PAROLES
Les souvenirs sont comme les chats
Amour faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne ?
C’est toujours sans bruit qu’ils reviennent
Assis sur leurs pattes de velours

Les souvenirs sont comme des rois
 Dont il ne reste que la tour
Tout autour les chats font leur cour
Assis sur leurs pattes de velours

Les souvenirs sont comme les chats
 C’est toujours au cœur qu’ils surprennent
On suit leurs traces dans la rue
Au moment où on ne les attend plus

Les souvenirs sont comme les chats
C’est toujours au cœur qu’ils reviennent
On entend leurs pas dans la rue
 Quand on les croyait disparus
___________________________________________________________
Memories are like cats
Love, must I remember it?
It is always without noise that they return
Sitting on their velvet paws

Memories are like kings
 Of which only the tower remains
All around, cats are courting
Sitting on their velvet paws

Memories are like cats
 It is always at the heart that they surprise
We follow in their footsteps in the street
At a time when we no longer expect them

Memories are like cats
It is always to the heart that they return
You can hear their footsteps in the street
 When we thought they were extinct

les souvenirs sont comme les chats

let it go (lovely piano)

Leaving The Past Behind

Where the Echoes Begin

Pianist, composer & arranger. https://juandiegofidalgo.com/
I completed higher studies in classical piano at the  “Conservatori Superior de Música del Liceu" in Barcelona.  My background encompasses many different styles, and has allowed me to develop my own talent as arranger and composer.  I have worked as an accompanist in the classes of prestigious musicians and I regularly perform in recitals for voice or for piano and choir,  I have been part of several chamber ensembles, performing an extensive catalogue of works and authors from the Renaissance to the 20th Century.  I have combined my work as accompanist and classical pianist with the piano parts / musical direction of numerous musicals and other productions. You may also want to check my YouTube channel and Score Exchange profiles for video scores of most of my compositions and arrangements of other authors' works.

Prelude (Mist)

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