Underneath the sorry skies
There are still things to find
That will make you smile
That will make you smile

In the snakepit of my mind
Just tryin' to survive
There's always a way out
There's always a way out

Is this the deepest I can dive, the highest I can fly?
We’re all bleeding but for what it’s worth
We’re tryin’, we’re still trying

There’s still hope in this world
Decent people as good as good their word
As good as their word, as good as their word

Is this the deepest I can dive, the highest I can fly?
We’re all bleeding but for what it’s worth
We’re tryin’, we’re still trying
Underneath the sorry skies
There’s still things to find
Is this the highest I can fly?
Is this the deepest I can dive?

Underneath the Sorry Skies

Project RESIDUE (Sleeping Though the Good Parts)

This track is my very personal take at the Koan "Hear the Clap of your Hand". My lyrics version (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand-pp) might make things clearer. (yes, this is my sneaky strategy to guide you from one song to another :-))

Compositionwise, the track is roughly split into two equal parts. The first part introduces its cinematic theme in the very beginning, taking it thereafter up several times with slightly different accentuations and rhythms which gives it a fresh feel with different highlighted nuances in each repetition. Several interludes contribute to the cinematic feeling. 

The second part, starting @1.53 starts by a more Jazzy version of the main theme. However, from 2.20 onwards, it is very restricted in its harmonies - only two harmonies are used from thereon until the end, C major and C# major. The tension arises purely from the rhythmic changes (such as the shift from 4/4 to 3/4 @3.17 and back), climaxing at the end.

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Miniature)

Poem, guitar, melody: Poet Peter, aka @user-264930040
Voice and photo: Oddrun
Studiowork: Arne Hiorth

Peter`s own words :
"I am blessed with a treasured friend whose name is Sue.

Sue is the very embodiment of humanity. Kind, selfless, giving, loving, unassuming, warm, smiling, understanding. Were you lucky enough ever to meet Sue, you’d never know that she carries a heavy burden carefully, and gently tucked away in a very private place within her heart.

This song is for Sue, and all mothers who, like her, have lost a son in the most tragic of circumstances, with no opportunity to help, hold, comfort or say goodbye."

Solace


When first you nestled in my arms and my eyes met with yours

A bonding fused in love, that could never be undone.

Sheltered you from harm as childhood lightly ran its course

Giving thanks to God above for the blessing you’d become.



Of your blossoming maturity I watched with glowing pride

Reaching for your touch to find that now we’re worlds apart,

Stolen by fate’s cruelty, that wrenches yet inside

Ever present in my mind, forever in my heart



As angels wrapped in heaven, soon our eyes shall meet and then

In the sanctity of peace we’ll find solace once again.



And now I live by memory tides that flood tomorrow’s shore

Your image resting in my palm, lifts my spirit gently, where,

The strongest, warmest love abides and shall do evermore

A love bestowing soothing calm upon my silent prayer.



Though the space between is wide as the celestial abyss

I keep a special place aside, from which I promise only this

As angels wrapped in heaven, soon our eyes shall meet and then

In the sanctity of peace we’ll find solace once again.

Solace. 1234567890. Oddrun Eikli.

Time to get satirical with the US political dystopia, or maybe I'm just a  little touchy after all the threats to Canada, both political and economic (not pondering the military  threat to allies)
Sorry if this is offensive to any US-based listeners. Sorry, not sorry ;)

Track 2 from a new 2025 collection of ideas called FRINGE found at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

 Lyrics:
They've all come around on bended knee
Kissing the a-a-a-ass of a once and future king
They fought a war to get rid of a crown
Only to give it away to an autocratic clown
(how come you misjudge me so...

Pick on immigrants, round them all up
Doesn't matter if they're the ones who fill your shops
With all the merchandise and food that you just can't ignore
So you haul them off to a foreign shore - a foreign shore -a foreign
(how come you misjudge me x2   ...so...)

I take a little salt, not on the tail
I like my golden jets, like my foreign jails
I talk of the land, the land of the "free"
Whatever you've got, just give it to me


How did you misjudge me (x3)
I am the claw, in the white flabby hand
(how could you misjudge me (x2)
Autocratic clown (x3)

* samples... "I am Oz, the great and powerful, who are you?", "I could shoot somebody on Fifth Ave..", "China has total respect for Donald Trump and  for Donald Trump's very, very large uh, brain"

Note: No salt on the tail - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salting_a_bird%27s_tail

Wigmore: music, production, main lyrics and vocals
Allen: additional vocals and lyrics, bass, guitars

Autocratic Clown

This free-flowing  Full On Improvisation by myself (on Keyboard) and my dear friend and guitarist Tim Elliot ... is one of my absolute favorites.  It was Recorded Live in 'The Living Room' in Victoria, B.C., Canada. 

One Mic, One Take

May you enJOY !

Photo: One of the very first pics from the just opened Vera C. Rubin Very Large Telescope, in Chile!

Boundless *

Un avenir radieux

July 1st, 2025 & we wish you a Happy Summer! Thank you for listening & supporting indie artists.
Lyrics & Vocal Melody by Kate Stanton
Music Production by Thomas Mierkiewicz @user-297959700 Lemonbrew 7/1/2025

There’s a monster beneath the bed
And it runs and it comes right out of my head

“You are weak" — so take a week
I could never tell...
'Til I walked straight out of that bed
Took my time, some words were said
Follow me, follow me

[Verse 2]
There’s a wonder beneath the skin
It’s wild, & it slips right out of my hands

“Come to me, while you are weak”
I’ll never tell...
'Til I walked straight out of that hell
It took some time, minced words as well
Ba dah dee eh, bah da de…dum

Dumb!

Chorus

Bah da da da da da dah dum

There’s a way, there’s a way
You can help everyone

Right in the heat of the sun
In the heat of the sun
There’s a lie where the pulse says it rises and falls

Right through the heat of the sun
Yeah, the heat of the sun...

Verse 3

There’s a silence beneath the scream

And it hums like a thread through every dream

“You are me” — it whispered deep

I could never tell...

'Til I met it under the bed

Spoke its name in words unsaid

Sing with me, sing with me


Heat of the Sun

https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/10sxiy3Ds20LZwmXCscjae
https://music.apple.com/us/album/funny-days-ep/1822802207
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCm8WMUk78ieCvdKBsnjLuVg

recorded in Area 52 Studio, Saugerties New York   
Steve Rust on Bass, Harvey Sorgen on Drums, Olivia Siegel Keyboards     Barbara Browning Vocals & Cello   Imre L. Vocals, Guitars, Hammond organ

"FUNNY DAYS" EP MEDLEY TEASER (see description for links)

A song of unrequited love.. from my early twenties… precious metal reasons.. I’m so blue! ( not about Detroit Lions.. or Hawaii, ha!😆) .. give me a C.. a bouncy C!! 😅..just moving another song from K2 and the Four.. back to my @ paid page! One of my earliest recordings.. from 2020.. best year ever!!!🤔🤣🤩

Honolulu Blue and Silver

When will I know

#Composer/Pianist/harpist

Music has got me through some tough days. Let me help you through your dark days, listen at full volume, (glass of Sauvignon optional 😂)
Catch more on Spotify at the link below 🥰Put me on shuffle 
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When will I know

Libby McCrory