Chorale Etude: an Experiment in Structure

An experiment in structure formed by a 34 bar chorale harmonised mainly by major chords organised into sequences obeying fibonacci and lucas series in duration time. The structure is tripartite consisting of fragments of the chorale theme with repetition and variation followed by a statemant of the full chorale theme and finishing with a return to the first section fragmentation with a short coda.

Chorale Etude: an Experiment in Structure 13 May 2022

High recommendation of headphones, to fully enjoy sound adds and effects.

Letra / translated lyrics:

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la vieja madre...   /   the old mother...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la tierra extraña...   /   the strange land...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


Son tus raíces   /   Your roots are
más profundas que el tiempo.   /   deeper than time.
Olvida tu vida   /   Forget your life
que ahora es desierto.   /   which is now a desert.

Tus raíces de sangre se han perdido,   /   Your blood roots are lost
y tu exótico mundo ha envejecido.   /   and your exotic world has got old.
La llamada de la selva ha convertido:   /   The call of the jungle has turned:

tus batallas en guerras,   /   your battles to wars,
y tus bosques en hambre,   /   and your forests to hunger,
y tus hombres en tierra.   /   and your men to soil.

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
tus cantos lejanos...   /   your distant singings...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
ahora están muertos...   /   are dead now...
ahora están muertos.   /   are dead now.
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


... 1995 E-RUIZZO - 2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS

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África (Hombres de tierra)

How freeing to break through scheduled life to those moments when a dazzling sunset or a beautiful song with a beat arrives unexpectedly, tapping you on the shoulder to take a pleasure trip of heart and soul. To become wonderstruck if even for minutes can color an entire day or more.

Sometimes, when the quiet space between thoughts widens and the mind becomes speechless at the awesome beauty of the heavens, a touch of melancholy dances with the splendor, perhaps a fleeting regret for having not previously stood still long enough to experience the wonder of it all. So there’s an easing of something too tight — perhaps a dance shoe? — before the goosebumps, before the eureka minute, to trip the light fantastic.

Synth guitars, pianos, keyboard, clarinet, and bass — all set to hip hop beats at a wonderstruck 60 bpm.

© Copyright 2023 SUNNYBECK

Wonderstruck

Satin

Smooth Jazz In D Minor #113
Played on a 1997 Fender 'Big Apple' Stratocaster.
Neural DSP Plugins

||:Dm7 | Em7b5 A7b9 | Dm7 | Gm7   C7    |
| FM7  | Em7b5 A7b9 | Gm7 | C7sus4 C7:||

Klimt Tropicana

Imagine a place you are not allowed to be there because something must be kept secret and for always a mystery.
“Forbidden Places”…it tells a story of a dark moment in time full of mysteries, unexpected events and a drive to reveal the secrets of that place.

Forbidden Places

A single word has power and should be chosen wisely. It can bless or curse, elevate or diminish, and contribute to happiness or sorrow. Just one word has the power to ignite a miracle.  It can create a positive ripple effect. Today more than ever, we can make a difference in the lives of others with just one word.

Just One Word

A banned book fetish. That's our current kink.

Read the accompanying poem here while you listen: https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-librarian/

PS Perkins: Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Piano, wood blocks, programming
R Thomas: Drums, Wah guitar, shakers, cowbell
 
LYRICS
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A secret knock, a hidden door, a narrow hallway
The eyeless guide sees us inside, watching us always
As we meander down the aisles, 
Rows of spines which stretch for miles
And we show our special card
On the scent of another shard

A vaulted dome, a musty tome, an umbrous alcove
A sacred space, a quiet place, a sunken treasure trove
Details infinitesimal
Dewiest of decimals
Ever stranger truth to know
As we squish the forbidden fruit between our toes

A deeper shaft, an ancient craft, a garish goblin
The icy stare, the purple hair, a memory maudlin
Going deep down in the mines
With a shining pick to grind
The librarian lights the way
Understands the game we play

A puzzle piece, a glob of grease, a rusted lever
A blazing fire, we never tire, we nurse our fever
Run our fingers down the crease
Gently comb the golden fleece
Read aloud the sacred scroll
Let's show these muggles how we roll

They cant stand you, they want to ban you
They want to sterilize and pack you up and can you
They prefer truth that's mass produced
Because they're lacking the tenacity to grasp you
So let me ask you: what's the bigger threat?
While we're waiiting on a bomb you haven't dropped yet
They'd rather burn you then have to learn you
Their little fingers are too slippery to turn you
The truth waits for us to dissect it
And librarians are here to protect it
So grab some glasses if you need
And climb atop the worlds' mightiest steed
We're gonna read until our fingers bleed
It's a seed, it's a need, it's an urge you gotta heed
It's a growl in your stomach that you know you gotta feed
Let's show 'em how to read!

The Librarian

Emma's Unseen Skies

Emma’s Unseen Skies

Pleased to present track 6, the title track, from our new album, 'Squaring The Circle,' the fourth solo album by Amanda, music by Verulium, full album now available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy

https://amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/squaring-the-circle

Squaring The Circle

I hope that if I have known how to fill this track with sun, it will give you the sensation of burning your feet with the hot sand of the brazilian beaches.
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Composed & produced by Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2024
Photo: cottonbro-studio

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