Lemme Show You What's Happening

Variation #2 - 'Ah! vous dirai-je, maman'

I'm so feel so happy

https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/neocasolit-paploviante ... Paul offered this as a may-be open collaboration ! to me it was like a for-sure inspiration. I tried an unusual combination: C minor harp + soprano sax :-) ... the riddle, what is a casolite :-) I learned, it's a mineral and radioactive ! so do not touch everything that looks pretty :-) // Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Mastering // myself: sax, harp, final mix ... image: Klaproth, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons

NEO-CASOLIT by Paploviante // soprano sax - harmonica remix

Black Hole

oooh oooh oooh 
Love drives us on to find it
Love drives us on

What she did
Oh you wouldn't believe it
They tried to talk sense to her
But she'd made up her mind

Walked out the door
In the dark
Across the grass
Throughthe pouring rain
Up a winding forest road 
To the top
So she could make one thing clear
It was love
And she needed him to know
Through the ether

Love drives us on to find it
Love drives us on

What she did
Oh we had to believe it
Wet dress and dripping hair
Smiling from ear to ear
For she had
Walked out the door
In the dark
Across the greass
Through the pouring rain
Up a winding forest road
To the top
Where she could make one thing clear
It was love 
And she needed him to know
Through the ether

Oooh oooh oooh 
Love drives us on to find it
Love drives us on

She needed him to know
She wanted him to know
She had not let him go
She had to tell him so
Inbreath

Copyright Gina Graham 2023

Girl On The Hill

On spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0sqnsXwKD3pjqHggsffuOZ?si=Nxi5AifgQL61TRNJUqhgDQ
Obscura has a nostalgic mood and is inspired by the camera obscura (beginning of film). It blends in with the other color related pieces, likt: "Blue", "Green", "Rouge", "Shades of Grey".

Obscura

Modern Graces

Supernatant

Bandcamp

Abiogenesis

Thoughts

Lyrics:

You’re getting sleepy.  Sleepier than a three toed sloth on qualludes.

Drink the tears of God as his arms wrap around the entire universe.
Caressing the sacrum that connects the main interstellar passageways.
Ones that appear to us to be nothing more than open space.
Crude images, distorted and pixelated, showing nothing more than the celestial bodies which create or reflect light.  All that does not remains unseen.

Fuddie-Duddies and Fugget Nuggets prattle on about useless platitudes and insipit gobbledygook.  Prigs and fussbudgets.  Hobnobbers and Hoo-didlies.  Fachuchies and fachachies.  Geese and fish.

Troglodyte fetuses perfumed in an iodine solution inside the inoculation chamber.
Hypothesized to create a super hominid race capable of dismembering a human arm at the rate of 9000 foot pounds per second per second per second

Deadly infectious virus spreading and suffocating
Disproportionately affecting poorer areas
Lungs
Bleeding

Variation #2 - 'Ah! vous dirai-je, maman'

Paul Maurice Roche | Composer