Beautiful theme and Vocals. Thank You✨✨

Very awesome composition Layna! Great collaboration with Bill! Very moving lyrics and elegant piano! Loved it!👍😎✌🏼

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Gravity 140 BPM

Bolero's sands ✞*:･

https://youtu.be/OIyEP9t4aEA

"So Silly"

It seems like he's a free man, 
Looks like it will last his whole life span,
 Until one day he wakes up and sees, 
That everything now differs from those times before.

Oh buddy, it's muddy, 
It's a study, I see it's fuzzy, 
It's not easy you're now busy
And then he says, "I know, I know... I know...

It's so silly, this feeling, 
Starts with a kiss, ends as usual, 
But a guy, he's clueless, not healing, 

So silly, such an experience, 
Going through that to find disappointment, 
But what to do when there was no life before? 



Life can be so tricky,
 Surprising us almost every single day, 
One can be good, the other can be bad, 
Being prepared is always the way to stay glad.

Oh buddy, it's muddy,
Quite a study, I see it's fuzzy, 
It's not easy, feeling busy, 
And then he says, "I know, I know... I know...

It's so silly, stupid this feeling, 
Starts on the lips, ends a bit lower, 
You can imagine what you will have to deal with, 
And it's so silly, silly  this feeling, 
Starts with a kiss, ends as usual, 
All those things are completely misleading, 


 Sometimes it rains, then the sun shines, 
Always keep your face up to the sun.

 It's so silly, silly this feeling, 
 Starts with a kiss, ends as usual,
 But a guy, he's such a clueless being, 
 And it's so silly, silly this feeling, 
 Starts with a kiss, ends as usual, 
 All those things are completely misleading

So Silly

Adrian Tchaikovsky imagines a sentient viral culture keen to explore any lifeform it encounters (via infection) to satify its insatiable curiosity about the universe - initially with disastrous results.  I found the unattributed image on Pinterest.

Viral Estate

The Pièces froides are two sets of piano pieces composed in March 1897 by Erik Satie. Unpublished until 1912 when Ravel played them publicly, they marked Satie's break from the mystical-religious music of his Rosicrucian and Gymnopodies period (1891–95), and were a harbinger of his humoristic piano suites of the 1910s. 

The title Pièces froides, translated as Cold Rooms or Cold Cuts, is a punning allusion to the dire poverty Satie experienced during his last years living in Montmartre. In July 1896, he had been forced to move into an unheated ground floor closet (he called it a "cupboard”. The space was so small that Satie's camp bed all but blocked the door shut, and on frigid nights he kept warm by sleeping fully dressed with the rest of his clothing piled on top of him.

This the second of the two cold pieces: Danses de travers (Crooked Dances)
1. En y regardant à deux fois (Give it a good look)
2. Passer (Go on)
3. Encore (Again)

Here i've arranged the original solo piano for 2 classical guitars, 12-string, celeste, woodwinds & strings.

cover art: Le Repas Frugal by Picasso

Erik Satie, Pièces Froides

Recording sessions from 29/10/2023 - 08/11/2023

presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.

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- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite,   Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
- #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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❤️ 🕊️ 🙏

CLAV_4 - ❤️ 

CLAV 4

Music and Lyrics by Bill Whelan
Vocals and Piano by Layna Claunch

In the deep night
From a dark space
I hear voices calling out in heartache
They are wounded
They are broken
But their spirit rises when awoken
Yes, they may be poor in birth, but
Yes, how great each one is worth
Heal their hearts
Feed their souls
Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds

In their dreamtimes
In their visions
How they always hunger after freedom
Every hard load
Every dark road
Leads them on to reach a new horizon
Yes, they may be poor in birth, but
Yes, how great each one is worth

Heal their hearts
Feed their souls
Their lives can be golden, if your love enfolds

Lord, where is our freedom?
When will our hope begin?
Lord, what of the promise you made?
When will it come?
We have waited for the time
For the truth to live, when justice will shine
Too long those hands of greed
Held on and made us bleed
When will your people breathe
Lord, will it come?

Lord, what of our children?
Will they always depend on you?
Lord, why are they scattered and torn?
And their young hearts in chains
How they hunger for liberty
Feel their hatred of poverty
Let their spirit rise, soaring free
Lord let it come
Our day will come

Heal their hearts
Feed their souls
Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds

Heal Their Hearts/Freedom

Layna

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