Tunes 20

Tunes 21

JERUSALEM CALLING

Nighthawk Confession

Ghost in the Piano

A little bit of something you can't hold.
For a little bit of something laced with gold.
A little bit of shelter from your greed.
For a little bit of something we all need.
We're all found out.
Goes round about.

Mother, take this pain from me.
I just can't use it anymore.
Why, when I'm tired, I just can't sleep. 
Can hear your wolves outside my door.
We've all missed out.
Were down and out.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.

We've all got a little piece of all.
All the places where we take the fall.
A little bit of whimsy soothes the soul.
A little bit of money pays the toll.
We're all let down.
We've all been around.

Brother, take this pain from me.
I just can't feel it anymore.
A lack of courage for the deed.
A lack of wisdom in the store.
We all rush round.
Their round about.

You took your promises.
And cast them to the wind..
You left me wondering...
Sounded so sweet.
Now, I'm dying on my feet.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.


Dead On My Feet

Paul Amlehn - Text, composition, arrangement, production
Frances - Vocal
David Lynch - Visual art

Text:

"Of course I’m jealous
More human than ever
I stand on the giant ant too.

You’re not alone anymore.

Whispers in the dark
You wrap yourself in light
And walk outside.
 
Nobody’s running after you now 
No more tears on the phone.

It’s something new
This feeling.

Why can’t the morning bring 
The night of our best dreams?

Don’t ask me why."

Don't Ask Me Why

On the moor

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Take in fire - liquid fire
Scream like dragon - world knows your name
But there is no more power over you
There is no power greater than you

Hands tied back and trapped
Hot breath is in my face
You think I am hurt
But I am prepared
I am prepared

Take in fire - liquid fire
And take in breath no more
There wasn't any to be had before
Now I am all I am
Now I am all me

Grass between your toes
In the prints, the paths of tigers
But they are extinct
They don't come around here no more
There is no more food
So no need to come this way no more
              August 15, 2024

Taking Fire

Le Petit Prince – The King
October 2024
Duration: 2:30
Listen to the Le Petit Prince Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/le-petit-prince-music-for
Based on: Ignacy Jan Paderewski, Minuet in G Major, Opus 14 
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing Le Petit Prince January 31st, February 1st and February 2nd in Colorado.
For strings, clarinet, trombone, tuba, xylophone, timpani and percussion

Le Petit Prince - The King

The words here come from the chapter describing a Samhain shamanic ceremony in my book The Dragon Whisperer's Son, and as ever, @APi_ZZ has come up with the most perfect, and moving, music to accompany them. The Bird Mother was the most ancient goddess of the Caucasian races, in acknowledgement of the vital role of the birds in fertilising the lands. 

Words, spoken vocals and cover art by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, October 2024 

Music and cover titling by APi_ZZ 
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) October 2024 


Words: 

Samhain began, as it did every year, on the stroke of midnight when the bright star of Antares was directly over the Fairy Stone. The Fairy Stone was a huge, white obelisk and it was covered with tiny inscribed sigils that were barely visible under the thickly-encrusted green moss of ages. 

No human alive could remember how the Fairy Stone came to be there – and quite probably no-one who was dead either. It was only the dragons of the misty black Mountains of Memory who kept that knowledge safe from prying ears.

A cold breeze was gusting around the crowds of locals milling there amidst the blue, smokey fragrance from the bonfires. The flaming pine logs were dripping with sweet aromatic resins as they fired crackling sparks of brilliant orange into the dark-clouded skies. 

Scarlet elf cap mushrooms peeped through a damp carpet of gold, russet and bronze leaves covering the hard, muddy ground. The trees they had fallen from were now standing bare and shivering, entirely naked, but bravely ready to face the first gales of winter.  Frosted cobwebs, stretching between their branches, twinkled under a full silver moon.  An owl hooted.

In front of the Fairy Stone stood a large wooden platform. It had been charred black, and then scored with white Xs, Vs and spirals to turn it into an altar, carved in the shape of an eagle so gigantic that it was as if the constellation of Aquila had fallen from the star-studded vaults above. Standing astride the altar was a giant effigy of a woman. She had a pointed head and the beaked face of a bird of prey. Her breasts were huge and egg-shaped, as were her protruding buttocks.  Her arms, outstretched as if in flight, were entwined with wriggling serpents. It was the Bird Mother. 

Each family was going forward, one at a time, to the Bird Mother's altar with their offerings of lit candles for the Naming of the Dead ceremony. Tears glistened in their eyes as the recited with gratitude the names of all those who had before come them.  It wasn't long before there were so many candles jostling together that the altar began to mirror the glittering blackness of the night skies. 

Afterwards, hearts were so full and heavy with remembrance that each preferred to just sit silently with their own thoughts, their solemn faces upturned towards the stars to watch Orion, the Lord of Winter, arise from his watery Underworld to reclaim his rulership over that half of the year. 

Then they were content in their hearts that throughout the cold dark days to come, new starseeds would be nurtured in the warmth of the womb of Earth; that the silver spindle connecting their revolving seasons to the starry mills slowly grinding above would hold firm with their prayers and offerings; that eventually new stargates would open like vast glittering palaces, and that the end of the beginning was done so that life could become and spiral on forevermore.

From The Dragon Whisperer's Son by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut,  ISBN 978-1-9163795-6-5. Buy it on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/yss89t58

Samhain

For my good mate Gooza.

Track has been remixed as of 10/01/2025.

Gooza

you think you can leave me for dead 
lying down by the side of the road 
I will rise again
from the grave
you can't hold me down no more ...etc 
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I will rise again from the grave you can't hold me down 
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solo
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you cant hold me down no more etc

You Cant Hold Me Down

cos theres trouble going down but the lord gonna take care of business baby
hes an outlaw king
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hes the outlaw king
all hail Jesus
hes the outlaw king
the outlaw king
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gonna ride with my outlaw king
gonna ride to battle etc... 
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with my outlaw king 
gonna ride to battle
come on and fight 
gonna ride to battle
with my outlaw king 
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with my outlaw king etc.........
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solo//outtro.................

OUTLAW KING

I am not a religious person
Happy New Year! 

Come gather round people
You won’t believe the news
The war has ended
And there is peace on earth, it's true!

The people made their stand
Arm in arm, and hand in hand
And there is freedom in our land

No more poverty and greed
No more homeless in the streets
No more leaders telling lies
No more borders to divide 

All the world has become one
And we’re righting all the wrongs
Can’t you hear the song
And angels sing above
Songs of grace, songs of love
And it gives us hope again
As they sing their sweet refrain
Throughout the land

“Peace on earth to everyone”

Peace On Earth (Christmas '24)

heaven's-shield psalm-55

elec piano + casio keyboard

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music by Marco Lucchi
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2 ottobre 2010

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to Henri Bergson

[2011] Durée réelle

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