Folk & Singer-Songwriter/Piano/Ballad/Pagan/Epic/Neofolklore

D.A. Project (Daniel Reinelt)

Heyyy! I tried to improve the sound of one's elder piece, hope it was worthy...thank you for listening and reading, have a good day!

On the edge

The song made with wonderful lyrics by http://soundcloud.com/gayathrijayan

text:

Her moment of realisation 
And the subsequent forgetfulness 
The pang in her heart; a hollow 
Sinking feeling 
The ache inside her head 
All consuming, blinding 
Her desire to be free 
Yet, wanting to be bound 
By love. 
The words in her throat 
Wanting to be heard 
Yet afraid, 
Her eyes absorbed in thought 
Endless looping thoughts, sore 
And heavy, 
Lips that forgot to drink 
From the eternal source of life 
And thus parched. 
She is - the forsaken 
The one at war with herself.


The forsaken

Intermezzo 2

One of the older songs of mine I remade. The photo I took in New Zealand, Pacific ocean sunset.

Ocean

A song about one of the most important days in old Slavonic world :-)

Vítání jara (Welcoming of the spring)

A remake of one of older songs of mine, just for fun..I can't figure out better sound, unfortunately. 

Saturday morning rain

Wilt Ahwa (wild waters) is ancient German name for Czech national river, Vltava. I live my whole life next to it and this is my little tribute to the river. From the little streams in the depths of Bohemian forest, through the vales of medieval Southern Bohemia, into the capital of Prague, the Heart of medieval Europe, the City of the Kings - my home. Enjoy it's journey, where many stories and lives have begun, both ended...

YT video: http://youtu.be/QIp6fflzqtw

Wilt Ahwa - The river

Another wonderful poem by Gayathri Jayan together with my humble music :-)
https://soundcloud.com/gayathrijayan

the poem itself:

Never have I been more alive
Never a part of a bigger plan
This feeling when I hold my pen
This urge to sing to heart's content

I've made so many all my life
Each tune, each note - my soul's delight
Each one of them by Him, my Lord
And now I sing with you this song

Where I'm weak.. you are strong
You get my feet back on the ground
When I wane, you lift me up
You tell me, 'hard work leads to luck'.

Where I'm weak.. you are strong
You give me words that make my song
When I wane, you lift me up
Your trust in me - as hard as rock.

I see in you a different me
Another shade, but still the same
Our friendship doesn't have a start
It's like this song - straight from the heart

Where I'm weak.. you are strong
You complement me in every form
When I wane, you lift me up
And that is how this song has formed

What makes this song so special to me?
It's you and me, or rather, 'We' .

A Poem

!!! NOTE: This is not political song in any way. !!!

The purpose of this song is simple. It's supposed to be my personal tribute to the one of the most inspiring nations in the history of civilization. Throughout the time and my travels I have met some people, who made equal between German and nazi. This attitude is unbelievably stupid, not just because 70 years have passed since the WW2 ended...this song is about bright sides of the history (and presence) and I would like to spread a message through it. German nation gave the world so many - culture (the greatest music ever, literature, architecture), technology (most of us is using some of them every day), industry, science...German spirit is basically unbeatable and nowadays Germany presents one of the greatest country in the world. Stop talking about the past and let's face the reality - there is a lot to be proud of for German people :-)
And the last, but not least, it is for sure beautiful land in the heart of Europe.

Let the Eagle fly again

Ordinary day

For the Sun, for the Moon, for the Wind, for the River, for the Soil, for the Blood.

And for Jerry :-)

P.S. the picture displays Kolovrat, the ancient slavic heathen symbol of the Sun.

New pagan

Solivagant's song

dokonce sem tentokrat napsal i text:

Padli si do oka na louce u mlýna
Zakrátko pod sukní děťátko ukrývá
Stavěli si svůj dům, stavěli u řeky, 
roky se sbíhaly, plynuly, utekly.
 
Lahve si otvíral často a častěji
nesnesl výčitky, míval pak běsnění
od rány do stolu až k ráně do tváře
neměla zastání, měla jen nesnáze.

Bez cíle odcházel, bez cíle přicházel, 
na oči děvčátka bezduše pohlížel
sám lahve otvíral, bez smyslu pil a pil, 
opilý, tragický, v brodu se utopil.

Padaly slzičky, padaly do klína
krev na rtech zůstává, zaschlá a nesmytá
„Nemám už sílu žít, odpust mi, bože náš!“
Hrob našla až za zdmi, amen a otčenáš.

Zůstala maličká, samotná, nebohá, 
cejch smrti na duši, bez matky, bez boha
kdo ví jak vyrostla, může nám vyprávět, 
pod skalou našli jí, zavrhla tenhle svět.

Balada o brodu

Inner winter spreads its hands within me, whispering of way of sorrow,
and covers everything with ice and snow
all is withering, dying, freezing, without vision of tomorrow,
and what once was life friendly, is now gone.

This funeral mind put all the good down
lay it in the coffin and buries it deep in the ground.
Sentenced to the eternal solitude, winter is thy path and doom.
Path of no sunlight, this way of pain and gloom.

Funeral mind

Edwin Arlington Robinson - Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked; 
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; 
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head. 
  

Richard Cory

An experiment based on a part of the poem from Dhenz (thank you):

lyrics:
Your hands moving down on me 
Your lips teasing kiss mine to be 
Your eyes staring want something more 
Your body moves like a cannon ball 

take it off my body's on 
i set on fire as you move at all 
facing you 
staring your eyes 
requested you 
make love with mine.. 

Come to me

Sometime – Eugene Field

Last night, my darling, as you slept,
I thought I heard you sigh,
And to your little crib I crept,
And watched a space thereby;
And then I stooped and kissed your brow,
For oh! I love you so--
You are too young to know it now,
But some time you shall know!

Some time when, in a darkened place
Where others come to weep,
Your eyes shall look upon a face
Calm in eternal sleep,
The voiceless lips, the wrinkled brow,
The patient smile shall show--
You are too young to know it now,
But some time you may know!

Look backward, then, into the years,
And see me here to-night--
See, O my darling! how my tears
Are falling as I write;
And feel once more upon your brow
The kiss of long ago--
You are too young to know it now,
But some time you shall know. 

Sometime

Bogorodice Djevo

another classic poem from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.

Birds are darting through the air,
Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
Save within my lonely breast.

There is silence: the dead leaves
Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves,
Comes no murmur from the mill.

Autumn within

I don't consider this as a proper song regarding the composition way. It's suppose to be just a short intermezzo, just a short break in between songs :-)

intermezzo 1 - A wind

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