Let me seduce you

How To Weave Tenderness From The Threads Of Thunder

Burned Out

Conehead

at sunset
autumn video:
https://youtu.be/H6hEqQ_hQxs

закатилось солнце ясное

A fist full of saucers and aload of seasoning

ZzYaR

Step Inside

A new composition:
Lyrics:

I'm tired of all the noise
The chatter that drowns our voices
And I’m weary, oh so weary
Of the games that are played
Where laughter turned to shadows grey

Oh my, oh my, what have we become
Chasing dreams in a world that feels so numb
I’m tired of you, I’m tired of them
Searching for solace where the light dims

I’m tired of empty nights
Where hope fades into fights
When the words we used to sing
Are lost, like whispers in the breeze
Tell me where, did the good times go

But in this weary heart,
There’s a flicker yet to spark,
If we can find our way
Back to where we started
Can we save what’s left of our art

So, I’ll breathe in the dawn
Let the shadows withdraw
I’m really tired of this show
But I still hear the music
Of hope rising up
Like a song from the ground
Oh my, oh my, we’ll find what we’ve lost
Together, friends, we’ll carry the cost
Mastered Track : Distrokid Mixea
Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Image:  Elijah O'Donnell

Tired of this Show

Original song written and performed by Kate Wolf

Lyrics:

Just an old house with the roof falling in
Standing at the edge of the field
Watching the crops grow as it's always done before
Nobody lives here anymore

The sun's going down in the Carolina pines
I'm a long way from home and I miss that love of mine
Broken windows, empty doors
Nobody lives here anymore

Old memories come whistling like the wind
Through the walls and the cracked window panes
And the grass is growing high around the cabin door
Nobody lives here anymore

The sun's going down in the carolina pines
I'm a long way from home and I miss that love of mine
Broken windows, empty doors
Nobody lives here anymore

Once, there were children and a few hired hands
A hard-working woman and a bone-tired man
Now, that old sun steals across a dusty floor
Nobody lives here anymore

The sun's going down in the Carolina pines
I'm a long way from home and I miss that love of mine
Broken windows, empty doors
Nobody lives here anymore

The sun's going down in the Carolina pines
I'm a long way from home and I miss that love of mine
Broken windows, empty doors
Nobody lives here anymore



Carolina Pines (Cover)

Composition derivated from a piano improvisation.

2025.

D Melodic minor.

Spring Jazz

Chanson _ La Louve te Tient la Main


I am drawn to folk, blues, soft rock, and country music, new and old. I love songs that tell a story, especially the Irish, English, and Scottish ballads of long ago because their stories are often timeless, and most everyone at any time can relate to. 
 
I also am a pastel painter and find being able to express universal emotions through my art, as well as writing lyrics and putting them to music that I can sing and play on my guitar or ukelele so rewarding and comforting.

Memories of people, places, and events throughout my life influence the songs I write.





Carolina Pines (Cover)

Linda Straub