A song inspired by the last days of my father. It is dedicated to him.

At the end of the dream

Storm

The invitation to walk in the Hallelujah Mountains with Dan and Clara came at a time I was also walking with my close friend Pat Howell in the final days of his battle with cancer.  When finished, and Pat had just passed, the music became the catalyst that allowed my tears to flow for the loss of my friend.  The music may come to mean something entirely different for you the cherished listener; it is French Fantasy after all, where nearly anything is possible.  
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Hallelujah Mountains (DAN-DT, Clara Sorace, and David)

"Dan Boyko's powerful and evocative original, 'Modern Day Nursery Rhyme,' strikes a chord with its poignant message. With its acoustic beginning and a full-band arrangement that speaks to the struggles of contemporary life, this song captures the essence of a world where playgrounds have vanished, and childhood innocence is a distant memory. Dan Boyko's heartfelt lyrics and soulful delivery create a haunting and unforgettable musical experience. Join us on this lyrical journey through the remnants of an era long gone."

Modern Day Nursery Rhyme

An unfinished work.  The kind of track that stays sleeping till a time comes and you make the magick.

Not Me

Vidéo Youtube : https://youtu.be/iuKWsTPB7mM
Des fois
Texte Yves 13
Chant : Julia
Musique : Alain Illos

des fois je sens que le temps vient
j'l'entends qui jappe comme un chien
l'impatient qui veut m'entrainer
allez viens-t-en l'heure a sonné
viens on s'en va voir les collines
et les p'tits chemins qui cheminent
ceux qui broussaillent entre les pins
d'où le soleil n'est jamais loin
ceux-là qui sont tes préférés
dont les vallons ont le secret
et puis qui grimpent jusqu'au crêt
là où la mer se fait forêt
viens-t-en jouer au P'tit Poucet
vider tes poches et tout laisser
aux écureuils aux sangliers
il n'y'a pas mieux pour oublier
et ce jour-là il fera beau
mon pot' le clair soleil là-haut
aura juste un léger penchant
à s'incliner vers le couchant
pour me céder un peu de place
de bonne grâce dans l'espace
des fois je sens que vient le temps
d'aller m'enterrer dans le vent

Des Fois  avec Julia

When She Stepped Through The Door

Acoustic

Last Wishes by Linda Straub

Lyrics

Let me lie down beside the lake
then float upon the water's waves
and listen to the calming sounds
of the loon's wail as evening breaks 

I want to hear the crickets sing
in the silence of a dark night
and let the rain put me to sleep
until I wake at dawn's first light 

Let me gaze at the sky above
and feel the sun upon my face
to clear my mind and fill my soul
and bring comfort in its embrace 

Let me taste the first flakes of snow
as it paints the ground frosty white
and coats the trees with icicles
sparkling gems in the starlight

Let me feel the world around me
and bathe in its magnificence
I may not come this way again
so think of me as I was then. 

I may not come this way again
so think of me as I was then

Last Wishes (Original)-

method: slippery slopes on the pitch-bend joystick of the reface dx, the internal looping function of the dx, voice through vt 4, zoom r20 for recording as well as some eqing and compression, no post production
narration: spaces in between are special
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter
(as published in Auslegpapier):

even
though humidity
might take its toll
honouring each whim of entropy,
there is stolid persistence
adjucated by attachment,
by clinging to
the moments of
doubt.

bricks belong
and heed their master's
each and every indulgence:
dear, sweet, homely gravity!
while mere mortar may
dissolve and crumble

it won't be long.
it never is. ask the nymphs
and fauns and watcher spirits that
last. neural uniformity goes first
as mosses, fungi, viral, vital cells
demand their share and shed humility:
minerals to feed the masses, yearning
to be free. ugh, structures long
to breathe through the
gaps left by
mortar

mortar

Was this your final dance ?
Like a fool I did not know
Like a fool I let it go
Now as you turn to leave the floor
sing how you love it when it rocks
and how all you really need
is one more match in the box

Was this our final chance ?
Like a fool I did not know
Like a fool I let it go
Braving those cool December dawns
we dodged the Jackals and the Fuzz
Now to perform the next encore
Just one more itch, one more buzz

Pictures of a conversation
Some of love, some for frustration
Easy come, so easy go
Is this the showdown, the final blow
Music, so to save confusion
it’s rock’n’roll, there’s no illusion
Tell me what is on your mind
Tell me what is the bottom line
Please, tell me the bottom line

Like a fool I did not know
Though if I did I let it go
This was the final chance
Well now I am haunted, I agreed 
to watch you burning down the stocks
not thinking that there were indeed
only 9 matches in each box

I have these
pictures of a conversation
Some of love, some for frustration
Easy come, so easy go
Now is this the showdown, your final blow
Music, so to save confusion
it’s rock’n’roll, there’s no illusion
Tell me what is on your mind
Now please, tell me the bottom line

mOag - the BOttOm line

Bad keys, shaky shakers, 
acoustic and tremolo guitars... 
I try to not grill ALL of these ingredients
ALL of the time... but it’s hard.

mOag - the BOttOm line

man On a grill