This is a very sweet and lovely song. I’d like to do a cover of it if you don’t mind🙏🏼

It is once again a pleasure for me to listen to your beautiful voice with its enchantingly warm vocal color. The cover picture is fantastic, you are a multi-talent, Linda! 👏💫

Axel,  Yhank you once again. appreciate so much your wo derful comments.

Linda, you sing and paint beautifully! I like the pace of this song, well done.


Musique par HyLGZ22
Texte et voix La Gazelle

Le soleil dans les interstices parcourt ma peau encore chaude de tous mes rêves inachevés
je brave le sol froid sous mes pieds j’ouvre les rideaux sur mes possibles
ciel bleu et haut, mer sombre lointaine
c’est dans cette étendue que j’avance
tout m’appelle je frissonne à l’odeur salée de cet océan aux pins mêlés.


Je suis sorcière dans ma longue robe noire
ma langue murmure sans que je m’en aperçoive 
d’antiques psaumes et des sortilèges habiles
mes mains pleines de charme caressent l’avenir 
la certitude me tient debout la tête haute


Nous sommes des embarcations 
lancées sur un océan agité
Certains devront sortir les rames 
d'autres juste gonfler la voile

Les beaux senaus avantagés par leurs mats, leur robustesse
Et les esquifs plus modestes plus discrets
Seront par le vent ballottés
Sans cesse trouver son chemin et apprendre alors
Les tempêtes essuyées nous indiquent le nord

Les bateaux se croisent parfois se heurtent
Mains décharnées aux gouvernails meneurs

Je veux baisser les voiles
Jeter au loin rames et amarres
Desserrer les poings
me laisser amadouer
Bercée par nos langages adoués

Ne plus subir les courants
Laisser venir depuis la grève
Le flot et le jusant
Entre deux retenues deux courants je m'apaise 


Mes pieds avancent dans les clapotis 
je ne ressens pas les vagues 
je les passe comme d’anciens habits
et ma robe se met à flotter autour de moi
de mes mains je salue les ondes les plus lointaines

J’appartiens à ce sable sous mes pieds à ces eaux qui m’appellent 
à la terre toute entière c’est elle qui me dompte et m’apprivoise 
c’est à elle que je me livre 
je veux communier pour ceux qui luttent 
je veux remercier pour ceux qui brûlent
je veux être nature et légère

Gothic Futuristic Oratorio LA Gazelle / HyLGZ22

A healthy computer sais there's something in your hair and you sound like a jazzy Mazy Star.  Buttons, levers and electric circuits compliment your deep browns.  Borrowing nectar from wasps, don't be one of those smart no heart gents.  How'd the tape get tangled on my vintage answering machine?  I guess I'll ask the golden twirl who is filled with truisms and yesterdays gone.

Innocence

Recording was made in 1992, have been to shy to show it to people, but just dumped off the 8 track and thought I'd put it 

Anna Marie

Encore une chanson qui a marqué ma jeunesse. Une de mes préférées dans "the Lamb".
Un grand grand respect pour ces messieurs de Genesis première et seconde période 
Ca parait dingue mais cette chanson à 50 ans.

Another song that marked my youth.
Great respect for the gentlemen of Genesis first and second period
It sounds crazy, but this song is 50 years old.

Many thanks to Jim Kleban for the initial midi I started with on this song
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The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavors strange
A magnificent chamber meets his eye
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed

Thinking he is quite alone
He enters the room, as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright
Three vermilion snakes of female face
The smallest motion, filled with grace
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool"

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind
With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine
 
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain
Only a magic that a name would stain

With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains
The fairest cries, "We all have loved you Rael"

Each empty snakelike body floats
Silent sorrow in empty boats
A sickly sourness fills the room
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom
Looking for motion I know I will not find
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined

"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you

The Lamia (Genesis - Cover)

Melrose Avenue 647

"Better Angels" Original song and lyrics by Linda Straub

We remember all the yesterdays,
and wish all eyes could see
what we really had back then
before the loss of humanity.

Friends and family turn away
as hate tries to silence love.
Has the best of the human race
passed on to the great beyond?

And now our better angels
look down from up above
with sorrow and indignation
at all that has gone wrong. 

The puzzle that shaped humanity
has shattered and fragmented.
The pieces no longer fit together
untouching and untethered.

Tears and fears now all surround,
as joy and hope are pounded down.
Love and kindness please rise again;
turn away from hatred, hail your friend. 

And now our better angels
look down from up above
with sorrow and indignation
at all that has gone wrong. 

Better Angels (Original)

Long Hours

"Here in California"
Original song by Kate Wolf

Painting by Linda Straub

Lyrics

When I was young my mama told me
She said child take your time
Don't fall in love too quickly
Before you know your mind
She held me 'round the shoulders
In a voice so soft and kind
She said love can make you happy
Love can rob you blind

Here in California, fruit hangs heavy on the vines
And there's no gold, I thought I'd warn you
And the hills turn brown in the summertime

Well I will learn to love you
But I can't say when
This morning we were strangers
And tonight we're only friends
But I'll take my time to know you
I'll take my time to see
There's nothing that I won't show you
If you take your time with me

Here in California, fruit hangs heavy on the vines
And there's no gold, I thought I'd warn you
And the hills turn brown in the summertime

It's an old familiar story
An old familiar rhyme
To everything, there is a season
To every purpose, there's a time
A time to love and come together
A time when love longs for an end
A time for questions we can't answer
But we ask them just the same

Here in California, fruit hangs heavy on the vines
And there's no gold, I thought I'd warn you
And the hills turn brown in the summertime

There's no gold, I thought I'd warn you
And the hills turn brown in the summertime



Here in California (Cover)

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Cream Soda

Written by Boudleaux Bryant & Felice Bryant, recorded by Buddy Holly in 1958, Peter Skellern sang it in 1980.  A favourite tune sung by many great artists.

- Raining In My Heart  sung by Lisa B minus)


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.





Here in California (Cover)

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