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“Nine Songs of Tibet” 
It is a conceptual album inspired by the sacred colors, names, and spiritual symbols of Tibet. It is more than music – it is a mandala of sound, nine steps forming a circle of completeness and blessing.

The journey begins with the five sacred colors of the prayer flags:
Sky Without End (Blue) – the boundless expanse of the sky.
Whispers in the Wind (White) – purity and prayers carried by the wind.
Flame of Tradition (Red) – the fire of heritage, passion, and devotion.
Song of the Valley (Green) – nature, valleys, and the breath of life.
Golden Horizon (Yellow) – the earth and wisdom, foundation of memory.

It continues through the human heart of Tibet:

Zhuoma – a name shared by countless Tibetan women, symbol of beauty and compassion.

Jampa – a male name tied to kindness and noble will, symbol of brotherhood and nomadic life.

The cycle closes with two epilogues:
The Lake of Harmony – a sacred mirror where all colors, prayers, and names unite.
The Soul Returns – the free soul returning after ages, blessing the land with light and silence.

Nine songs – like the nine fields of a mandala, like the Nine Yanas of Tibetan wisdom – weave a musical pilgrimage through colors, names, landscapes, and the eternal soul of Tibet.

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„Nine Songs of Tibet” to konceptualny album inspirowany sakralnymi kolorami, imionami i duchowymi symbolami Tybetu. To więcej niż muzyka – to mandala dźwięku, dziewięć kroków tworzących krąg pełni i błogosławieństwa.
Podróż rozpoczynają pięć sakralnych kolorów flag modlitewnych:
Sky Without End (Niebieski) – bezkres przestrzeni i nieba.
Whispers in the Wind (Biały) – czystość i modlitwy niesione wiatrem.
Flame of Tradition (Czerwony) – ogień tradycji, pasja i oddanie.
Song of the Valley (Zielony) – natura, doliny i tchnienie życia.
Golden Horizon (Żółty) – ziemia i mądrość, fundament pamięci.
Następnie wkracza ludzkie serce Tybetu:
Zhuoma – imię dzielone przez niezliczone Tybetanki, symbol piękna i współczucia.
Jampa – męskie imię związane z dobrocią i szlachetną wolą, symbol braterstwa i życia nomadów.
Cykl domykają dwa epilogi:
The Lake of Harmony – święte jezioro, w którego tafli spotykają się wszystkie kolory, modlitwy i imiona.
The Soul Returns – wolna dusza powracająca po wiekach, błogosławiąca ziemię światłem i ciszą.

Dziewięć pieśni – jak dziewięć pól mandali, jak Dziewięć Ścieżek (Yana) tybetańskiej mądrości – splata się w muzyczną pielgrzymkę przez kolory, imiona, krajobrazy i wieczną duszę Tybetu.

Nine Songs of Tibet

“It weaves its way to summer's end and gathers with each leaf that falls.
A whisper carried on the wind, a quiet longing – autumn calls.”
 – Laura Jaworski

We are in our final days of summer, and I must admit, I am glad, since most of the season was especially hot and humid.  Suddenly, we have cooler temperatures with blue skies, and the air is crisp with a hint of mystery…Autumn is whispering that it will be here soon.  Thinking about autumn this morning seemed like a great reason to create an improv piece. I hope you enjoy it, even if you’re sad to see the end of summer. ☺️

Autumn Whispers

Sky Without End (Blue)
A song about the boundless Tibetan sky – the space that gives freedom and guides the spirit. A hymn to the infinite blue, where prayers ride on the wings of the wind horse.

Over the mountains, silence flows,
where the wind carries prayer flags in rows.
The sky is endless, deep and wide,
a boundless ocean, a living guide.

Sky without end, my spirit flies,
on the wings of the horse, through open skies.
Blue like forever, pure and free,
Tibet, your heavens shelter me.

Voices of monks in the morning air,
echo like rivers of timeless prayer.
The stars are candles in your dome,
this endless sky, my heart’s true home.

Sky without end, my spirit flies,
on the wings of the horse, through open skies.
Blue like forever, pure and free,
Tibet, your heavens shelter me.

Mountains rise, but still I see,
the sky’s embrace surrounding me.
Every breath, a sacred song,
in this blue, I belong.

Sky without end, my spirit flies,
on the wings of the horse, through open skies.
Blue like forever, pure and free,
Tibet, your heavens shelter me.

Sky Without End

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不条理 / distance
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窓に映る　止めどない
戯言時系列に　紛れて
「不条理」と　綴られた
呟きを見た

いつからか　僕らは
譲り合いに　疲れて
見放すもの　頼るもの
呟いた

逢えなければ　見失ったやさしさが
逢えなければ　ささやかな願いごとが
逢えなければ　ほんとうのつながりが
逢えなければ　逢えなければ

いつからか　僕らは
有象無象を　恐れて
棄てるもの　譲るもの
呟いた

逢えないから　見失ったやさしさが
逢えないから　ささやかな願いごとが
逢えないから　ほんとうのつながりが
逢えないから　逢えないから

窓に映る　止めどない
戯言時系列に　紛れて
「不条理」と　綴られた
呟きを見た

呟きを見た

不条理 / distance

Whispers in the Wind (White)
A gentle song about purity and prayers carried by the wind. Every whisper is a promise, as the air connects hearts across the mountains.

Whispers in the Wind

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Lyrics & vocals : Janne Hennie

Every time I came to visit
You danced around my feet
Made happy noises, barked a song
Lots of cuddles, lots of love

You are my friend, like a brother to me
We could talk, have long good walks
Always faithful, with trust in us
So much comfort in my mothers dog

But now you're tired, you need to rest
I know you did you're very best
I will carry you on our last walk
My little brother, my mothers dog

If I was sad, you licked my hand
could always sense and understand
Whenever something was bad or wrong
You were there, your presence so strong

Take a rest now, my brother, my friend
I'm pretty sure I'll meet you again
Then we'll take a long good walk
Lots of cuddles, lots of love

But now you're tired, you need to rest
I know you did you're very best
I will carry you on our last walk
My little brother, my mothers dog

My Mothers Dog

Flame of Tradition (Red)
The flame of butter lamps in monasteries, passed from generation to generation. The fire of Tibetan tradition that lights the way and never fades.

Flame of Tradition

Song of the Valley (Green)

A joyful song of valleys, pastures, and life in harmony with nature. Green is the color of hope, and the valley becomes a place where the earth itself sings.


Green fields awaken with the morning light,
the yaks are roaming, the river is bright.
Children are laughing, the mountains reply,
a valley of song beneath the sky.

Song of the valley, tender and true,
a hymn of the earth in colors of you.
Tibet, your meadows, your rivers so free,
forever you’re singing inside of me.

Whispers of forests, the dance of the rain,
life is returning again and again.
Every leaf carries a prayer to the air,
a promise of hope, a gift to share.

Song of the valley, tender and true,
a hymn of the earth in colors of you.
Tibet, your meadows, your rivers so free,
forever you’re singing inside of me.

From seed to blossom, from root to tree,
your spirit of green flows endlessly.

Song of the valley, tender and true,
a hymn of the earth in colors of you.
Tibet, your meadows, your rivers so free,
forever you’re singing inside of me.

Song of the Valley

Ruth Langmore – I Don't Belong (but I'm still here) v. Blues Rock – Ozark..VERY BAD GIRL!  From the Netflix series Ozark. My favorite character!

Verse 1
I grew up with the river mud, Ozark blood in my veins
Daddy taught me how to fight, but he never taught me shame
Trailer walls too thin to hide the thunder when he’d roar
So I learned to wear my armor before I knew what it was for

Pre-Chorus
They said I was trash, I’d never rise above
But I built my own fire out of ashes and love

Chorus
I don’t belong in your country clubs
I don’t belong in your boardroom suits
I don’t belong in your clean white lies
But I still belong to the truth

You can break me down, you can lock that door
But you’ll hear my voice forever more
I don’t belong, but I’m still here
Ruth Langmore

Verse 2
Books I stole from the library, words they never taught in school
Every page I read was gasoline on a spark they couldn’t rule
Men with guns and southern drawls, money washed in blood and fear
But I kept my backbone steady, ‘cause quitting ain’t in gear

Pre-Chorus]
They said I was cursed, but I rewrote the lines
Turned my pain into bullets, turned my scars into signs

Chorus
I don’t belong in your country clubs
I don’t belong in your boardroom suits
I don’t belong in your clean white lies
But I still belong to the truth

You can break me down, you can lock that door
But you’ll hear my voice forever more
I don’t belong, but I’m still here
Ruth Langmore

Bridge
Raise a glass for the ones they doubt
Raise a fist for the ones locked out
We are the storm that they can’t ignore
We are the Ruths, we are the roar

Final Chorus / Outro
I don’t belong in your country clubs
I don’t belong in your boardroom suits
But I belong to the fight I choose
And I belong to the truth

You can write me off, but I wrote this song
I’ve been the underdog all along
I don’t belong, but I’m still here
Ruth Langmore

I Don’t Belong (Ruth Langmore from Ozark) v  Blues – VERY BAD GIRL!

Golden Horizon (Yellow)
A hymn to the earth as Tibet’s foundation – stable, wise, and eternal. The golden horizon shines with the timeless light of wisdom and tradition.


Golden fields beneath the mountain sun,
the earth remembers where we’ve begun.
Every stone, every grain of sand,
is the heartbeat of this land.

Golden horizon, steady and wide,
the spirit of Tibet will never hide.
Strong as the mountains, ancient and true,
the wisdom of earth is shining through.

Monks in saffron robes bow low,
their chants like rivers, steady flow.
The soil is sacred, the past remains,
a heritage carved in the veins.

Golden horizon, steady and wide,
the spirit of Tibet will never hide.
Strong as the mountains, ancient and true,
the wisdom of earth is shining through.

Through time and change, the earth will stay,
a guiding light, a golden way.
Nangsal Drolma, bright and near,
your radiant compassion is always here.

Golden horizon, steady and wide,
the spirit of Tibet will never hide.
Strong as the mountains, ancient and true,
Nangsal Drolma, we sing to you.

Golden Horizon

Zhuoma
A name carried by countless Tibetan women – a symbol of beauty, compassion, and feminine strength. A song for the daughters of Tibet, whose voices weave the melody of the heart.


Her name is whispered in the mountain song,
Zhuoma has lived in our hearts all along.
From village to valley, her laughter will stay,
a daughter of Tibet, as bright as the day.

Zhuoma, Zhuoma, your spirit shines,
a thousand voices call your name in the pines.
Every girl carries your gentle flame,
Tibet remembers through your name.

She walks with the rivers, she sings with the sky,
her prayer is a banner that never will die.
Zhuoma is every sister we know,
a name like the flowers where soft winds blow.

Zhuoma, Zhuoma, your spirit shines,
a thousand voices call your name in the pines.
Every girl carries your gentle flame,
Tibet remembers through your name.

When the singers gather, the stories begin,
Zhuoma is the song we are singing within.

Zhuoma, Zhuoma, your spirit shines,
a thousand voices call your name in the pines.
Every girl carries your gentle flame,
Tibet remembers through your name.

Zhuoma

I owe my entire professional career to copywriting. writing was an obvious choice, as I had always sat down regularly to just put into words whatever came to mind like a madman with four fingers on my little travel typewriter. just like before, the following was written spontaneously, in pure rage, from the gut, without thinking. translated directly into english using DeepL.

©lyrics and additional rhythm guitar by Hans-Michael Albers, music & vocal performance by suno 5

what kind of contagious madness is this, that spreads so blatantly in our minds like the furiously of a raging ulcer of grotesque insanity, all-consuming hatred, reality-distorting prejudices, and fucking self-importance? who unleashed these bloody killers of common sense, who understands nothing but twists everything, turning the dumbest idiots into smug heroes of an ideocracy that smashes everything and tramples every ounce of reason into the ground of boundless stupidity?

they laugh at facts like it’s a circus show, science gets ghosted while the nonsense grows, critical thoughts in a freefall, truth is in exile, won’t find a home, gonna lose any relevance, reason’s a relic, buried in the dirt, morality's begging on a street of clones, the intellect retreats into ridiculous bubbles of romantic self-deception. the wise are silenced, fools got the mic, they gas up the dark and blow out the light, they sell fake news like a carnival prize, bouncing off the walls like echo chambers, they trade books for memes, wisdom for hurt, gold for glitter, sense for hype. they mock the laws of nature call it a game, spit on the caution ones, rewrite all rules, make the categorical imperative a rumor, a myth to blame for everything that ever went wrong.

is it all too late?

the old white man brings back his god of self-righteousness, who blesses everything and justifies every atrocity, no matter how abominable, his sublime image, the almighty world order of the master race, which can do whatever it wants as long as people kneel in church on sundays and celebrate their bigoted hypocrisy together. and no one questions the lies. they are the sacred idea of all existence, and now they are coming to take you away, to disintegrate your entire worldview, everything you ever believed in, they burn your compass and everything that gives you direction to protect you from despair and self-doubt.

this is not a dream, not a nightmare, not a bad drug, and not a horror movie. this is what is happening right now. it’s real. it’s fucking real. the most real reality you have ever experienced. you are not overestimating it; you are not a pessimist or a doomsayer. you’re not a wimp, you’re not a weirdo, YOU ARE RIGHT! and the only thing you need to finally get it, is that it's not too late to stop what we're becoming

it's not too late to stop what's comin'
now
‘cause anything not now is too late
‘cause now they're comin' for you
especially for you 
it's not too late to stop what we're becoming
it's not too late to stop what's comin'

Too late

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TITLE: ARCHANGEL'S TOUCH
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LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
I felt the wind like a whisper near
A warmth unseen but crystal clear
A tender touch
A guiding light
Through shadows thick
Into the night

(Pre-chorus)
Oh Chamuel
I call your name
Guard my heart
Extinguish pain

(Chorus)
Keep me safe
Keep me whole
From love that burns but steals my soul
Archangel's touch
My quiet plea
Let truth and passion set me free

(Verse 2)
Some smiles hide a jagged blade
Some words like honey
But they fade
Don't let me stumble
Don't let me fall
Catch me when I can't stand tall

(Chorus)
Keep me safe
Keep me whole
From love that burns but steals my soul
Archangel's touch
My quiet plea
Let truth and passion set me free

(Bridge)
Hate in disguise
It wears a mask
To see it clear
That’s all I ask
With wings of light
You shield my way
Chamuel
Hear my heart today

A Gentle Love That Upholds

Archangel's Touch

Born To Be Wild

Wrote this song this morning and just finished recording it this afternoon. A song about fading life as we all get older. 

Leaves fall They don't ask why 
Golden whispers from the sky 
Dancing slow They kiss the ground 
No one hears They make no sound  

Leaves fall Leaves fall 
From the tallest trees so tall 
One by one They heed the call 
Leaves fall Leaves fall  

The wind it hums a quiet tune 
Under the sun Under the moon 
A secret story Old and frail 
Carried softly on the gale  

And do they dream Before they land 
Or do they fade From branch to sand  

Leaves fall Leaves fall 
From the tallest trees so tall 
One by one They heed the call 
Leaves fall Leaves fall  

A tapestry of amber hues No map to follow Nothing to lose They let go without regret A lesson taught We can't forget

Leaves fall .mp3

This song was inspired by the song «Silence Washed Away» from ilasky
https://on.soundcloud.com/YfE6sl21ZgDf2MxG4f
Thank you to ila for this opportunity.

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