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

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SOFTPORTAL-6.ft downtown

she looks like a vision in the morning light
like she stepped from a dream that i had in the night
her perfume floats in the morning air
each gentle breeze seems to caress her hair
the dream lingers on but she won’t return
i can feel her touch, the memory burns
she lights up the night what a frightening sight
her skin bone white and her eyes likes the night

her eyes like the night, her eyes like the night

the dream goes on, the sleeper turns
does he he feel it much, does the memory burn
i never used to dream very much in the night
when i went to sleep i was spared from sight
but now my dreams are of you, my nightmares too
when i close my eyes it's always a surprise

her eyes like the night
the dream goes on, the sleeper turns
does he feel it much, does the memory burn

i never used to dream very much in the night
when i went to sleep i was spared from sight
her eyes like the night, her eyes like the night

written by naldo
synths by guillaume
drums by greek god yannis alfiers
vocals & guitars by naldo

Recorded on 1/2" Otari MX5050 at the Laundry Room, Oakland California
mastered by naldo in logic

eyes like the night-6-1

her eyes like the night

Music by Stranger Something
Lyrics and voice by @xian3

When I See You
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When i see you
I could almost puke
When I see you
A strange shudder goes through and through
When I See You
My head turns bloodred
While the world shifts in two halves
And none of them would last
Without the other one…

When i see you
And that happens now and then again
It’s too uneasy to explain
My knees tremble
My mouth is all dry
My tongue is paralyzed
I break out in a sweat
I have to look at the ground
My breathing gallops
And then my heart that pounds
And am all agitated
I avoid all pictures of you
Try not to think about it too much
Close my inner eye, too…

When i see you
And that happens now and then again
Oh, it’s so uneasy to explain
My knees tremble
My mouth is all dry
My tongue is paralyzed
I break out in a sweat
I have to look on the ground
My breathing gallops
And then my heart that pounds… ahh…

solo

When i see you
You never talk to me
No reaction you show
Just stand somewhere off silently,
Peripheral,
In the background
Wthout a sound
How can I see what is not there ?
How can I remind what never took place ?
How can I feel that i was close to you,
Even if that was unreal, ?
And if I’d see you
As a monster,
As a hypocrate,
As a drama queen ?
And if i’d see you
As a mirror image ?
As a saviour ?
As a lover … ?

When I see you
Oh, when i see you
It’s so uneasy to explain
It’s too uneasy to explain…
When do I see you ?
When will i see you ?
When will i see you again ?

When I See You

Video: Any views, likes and subs very gratefully received! :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVs0xQeBQJA
A new bossa nova tune for a summer that's slipping away too fast .......

Ordinary Daydreams

Le Petit Prince - The Little Prince Visits the Planets
August 2024
Duration: 3:00
Listen to the Le Petit Prince Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/le-petit-prince-music-for
Special thanks to John-Marc Ventimiglia @john-marc-ventimiglia for creating the asteroid panning/gliss/rotation tool that was used to compose this piece. 
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, flute, clarinet, double bass, marimba, vibraphone, celeste, asteroid sound effects and percussion

Le Petit Prince - The Little Prince Visits The Planets

Cover. Jean Michel Jarre. 
Created with MMJ / Music Maker.
Experimental 

Chronologie 3

beautyful ghost

Beautyful Ghost

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

"There is initiative required to pursue a relationship with a woman or a musical instrument; how often they are alike in their demands ... Ultimately, we are destined for forced labor where no thinking is required" (words of David Dunham, taken by his comment here below). Is artistic imagination destined to disappear, and will humanity indulge in total creative laziness (in music, art, literature), delegating to artificial intelligence the fulfilment of needs that have contributed to human progress? 

Lyrics: Mick Hansan
Music: AI

When I started going to school
I wondered why it was necessary to waste my time
days locked in a classroom listening to
of history mathematics physics, it was a crime

Then I finally got my high school diploma
I got the most with the least effort
I cheated the teachers with great serenity
luckily I wasn't forced to enrol at university

Of course, it was time to work
I didn't know how to do anything.
I worked at McDonald's, at Amazon, at Burger King
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
never having anything to will

I got married to a good woman
all house, church, shopping, baloney
Being from a good family
there was no shortage of money

We didn't have children, I didn't want them
It would have been too much work to bring them up
Besides, she chose in her spare time finally
working for free as a baby sitter in other families

I kept on doing my daily job
I didn't know how to do anything.
I worked at McDonald's, at Amazon, at Burger King
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
never having anything to will

One day my wife asked me for a divorce
I'm sure she didn't have another man
All she said to me was: ‘I'm not your watchman
and it's time to take an holiday from you.
A very long holiday: until I die, or you’

Deep down I didn't even mind
it was better to have an empty house
where I could safely indulge in idleness
without anyone pointing it out to me
renouncing any form of activeness

On the other hand I kept working
even though I didn't know how to do anything.
I worked at McDonald's, at Amazon, at Burger King
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
never having anything to will

One day I thought: why not learn to play the piano?
It takes time and effort, maybe is better the ping pong
The guitar? And to do what, 
sing a Frank Sinatra's old and awful song?

But a night while yawning I'm surfing the net
I read about these new programmes, I read about AI
they say that this is quite a little something
without be a hard set
what a beautiful perspective, so eye-catching!
you could write songs 
without even knowing how to do it
make everyone listen to all them 
while you sit in your armchair

That was it, now I ride the wave
I signed up on different platforms
I don't have to use my name
I'm me but I'm not me

I produce several songs a day
have thousands of followers 
they are the flies, 
and I am the spider

I can't play anything
I can't sing
I have not to write what I think
but I became a successful songwriter

they are the flies, and I am the spider
I can't play anything
I can't sing
I have not to write what I think
but I'm a successful songwriter
they are the flies, and I am the spider

And if my wife had not already 
asked for and obtained the divorce
I would have done it by now

2. A talented man [lyrics in the description area]

The Rose Theatre existed for only 17 years before its demolition in 1604. In the days of Shakespeare's tragedies this was surely a sad tale indeed. 
With 22 theatres in London at the end of the Tudor dynasty these bawdy wooden palaces were situated on the rough southern side of the Thames where cock fighting and bear baiting were also prevalent attractions. The remains of the Rose Theatre's foundations were discovered during recent redevelopment and are now a much heralded visitor attraction.

Track: Recorders / Soprano Sax / Flutes / Tenor Sax / Clarinet / Beats

Pic (c/o Pinterest): A re-imagining of the Rose Theatre on the south bank of the Thames (near the Globe Theatre) in cross section.

Tudor Rose Blues

Michel Legrand. Cover. 
Music created with MMJ
My vocal.

Pour Stéphane 🌸

Heal Their Hearts/Freedom

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