Composition magnifique ! 😍 🙏 🍀 🎶 

@randolph-phillips-524934173: Thanks once again Randolph...I m late with all the replies 😊

It`s dark, but not only dark, it`s a beautiful journey....Life.

A superb composition and production. Excellent delivery and expression with subtle undertones suggesting saddness to me.  May I ask, why Glasgow 2021?

Cette note chantée avec une voix de contralto (autant que je sache...) est comme un cri montant des profondeurs de la terre, poignant et désespéré, que ton bel "habit de musique" nous rend capables de supporter... :)

Gene Jumper, Bluff City Blues # 20, ( Original)

Bluff City Blues # 20, Gene Jumper,  ( Original)

The pic is from Marek Piwnicki on Unplash. Great photographer!!  https://unsplash.com/photos/C68PN8CxZFI

Mostly the piano lines decide where my composition is heading to. Not this time, I found a voice sample, loved it and build the whole track around it, it had to be dark that s what the voice sample inspired me to do...I wanted to have whale songs in with it but could not find anything convincing...Suggestions? Hope you like the result
Stay tune and healthy

Glasgow 2021 ... Not Dark Enough?

Emptiness

I’ve been waiting for,
news from mother Earth  
I’ve been through everything,
I’m reading through old football scores 

Apollo backup crew,
we left in ‘72
They kept it secret,
no one knows except for you

I’ve been waiting for,
a time after Led Zeppelin IV
If they can’t save me,
then I’m at the will of you

We’re in the darkness now,
the silence is most deafening and
I’ve been waiting, 
always waiting

Never thought I’d leave this world,
never thought I’d be this cold
Never is eternity,
Use your words advisedly

The only thing that keeps me alive,
is the promise of Led Zeppelin V
I know it’s boring,
but it keeps my mind at ease

I’ve been waiting for,
a time after Led Zeppelin IV
If they can’t save me,
then I’m at the will of you

We’re in the darkness now,
the silence is most deafening and
I’ve been waiting, 
always waiting

I’ll be waiting, 
always waiting

[Contains re-worked elements from Béla Bartók’s String Quartet No.1, Sz.40 - 1909]

[Words & Music - The Feckless]

one human at a time

a time after Led Zeppelin IV

Negentropy

Bandcamp

Frostbite

Welcome to the third part of this very personal and emotional 4-Movement-Symphony !

An orchestral work about "HOME" is a great undertaking, with high expectations, which one actually almost has to fail at.
Therefore, I embark on a personal journey of thought and try to paint musical pictures with four movements from different viewpoints.

The first movement, introduced by a pathetic orchestral forte meanders - moves across stylistic zones, sometimes on the borderline of classical tonality, sometimes loud and self-confident, then desperate, often romantic and peaceful from scene to scene.
Fugue-like quotations are juxtaposed with post-romantic sequences. Film music-like moments duel with almost classical reminiscences.
This movement represents the restless quest that touches on many things but finishes very few. The last tones fade away with a romantic, allusive love scene and gentle slumber.

The second movement is marked by illness and melancholy. As it has happened many times in my musical endeavors, life sets strong impulses and overturns my original plans. 
It turned from a movement that was originally intended for love, to a fantasy about fever dreams and fear, caused by my sudden sickness. So this movement was getting quasi a setting about Corona.
Fever dreams, fears for my loved ones, weakness and deep griefs and heaviness weigh down the sounds. The situation seems hopeless.
Several times my beloved tries to lighten the state of mind - orchestrated by the English horn. These are the short moments when the music changes from minor to major for a few bars. The illness, however, remains dominant until this movement ends with a touch of hope.

The third movement dabbles in joie de vivre. A 6/8 time signature in the corner sections and 3/4 time in the middle section suggest lightness. Nevertheless, the piece remains rather subdued and demonstrates that life brings many burdens with it. The expression: Home cannot be found through exuberant celebration.

The fourth movement initially alludes to several events in the preceding movements. To illness, to travel, to loss, to transient joys. 
As it progresses, it deals with the people who are truly meaningful, my children, my family, my darling.
The finish is a declaration of love for people. The music becomes more and more romantic and expresses the joy of life.

Home is not found in places or in moods. 
It is a gift: Home is where the heart finds peace and tranquility.

Symphony of Home

Symphony of Home: III. Floating Dance

Dear friends, our summer is coming soon!
My little Granddaughter inspired me - she claims that new babies are miracles!!

Approximate translation into English 

Summer in Sweden

When our summer it comes here - to our country
to our town - then all the children want to go out
but what are they going to do there - they are running around
and they climb trees - and when the evening comes they fall asleep so sweetly
But when the sun wakes up again, the little miracles come out

But something is happening now - very sad
everything gets wet - but the children don't care
but it might be fun for them - something new is happening
They scratch each other - and when the evening comes they fall asleep so sweetly
But when the sun wakes up again, the little miracles come out

Has anyone cycled in the rain - great fun
lovely splash - but what do they say when kids get home
it may not be easy - to explain to them
why everything is so dirty - but when the evening comes the children fall asleep so sweetly
But when the sun wakes up again, the little miracles come out

In Swedish
Sommar i Sverige

När vår sommar den kommer hit - till vårt land
till vår stad - då vill alla barnen ut
men vad ska dom göra där - de skuttar runt
och dom klättrar i träd - o när kvällen kommer de somnar så sött
Men när solen åter vaknar då kommer de små miraklerna fram

Men det är nåt som händer nu - jätte trist
allt blir blött - men det struntar barnen i
men det kanske blir kul för dom - det händer nåt nytt
De kladdar på varann - o när kvällen kommer de somnar så sött
Men när solen åter vaknar då kommer de små miraklerna fram

Är det någon som har cyklat i regn - jättekul
härligt stänk - men vad säger dom när man kommer hem
det blir kanske inte lätt - att förklara för dom
varför allting är så skitt - men när kvällen kommer barnen somnar så sött
Men när solen åter vaknar då kommer de små miraklerna fram

Sommar i Sverige (Summer in Sweden)

Old Harbour Theme

When my best friend moved back to West Virginia when I was still in elementary school, I knew I had to go visit the Mountain State that I had heard so much about. After several summer visits with my family I quickly found a sort of second home away from Connecticut where I've lived my entire life. The images of the town of Keyser, the people, the vast woodlands and easy going way of life really hit me and has never left. Since those early days I've returned with my own kids and they too got an idea of how I felt about "The Friendliest Town In The USA" as the sign plainly states as you drive into town on Route 220. This song is dedicated to Margaret and Richard Campbell, my friend's parents who are no longer with us, but have made a lasting impression of kindness, family values, tough love, backwoods wisdom and southern hospitality.

Update (2023): Many thanks to my esteemed music partner and friend, Nat Daniels, for re-mastering and producing the updated track for this song.

Lyrics:  
Keyser West Virginia by Craig Durgy

If you’re out some Sunday and you check your map
Headin’ south through Maryland and the Cumberland Gap
On Route 220 where the valley comes to view

You can smell that paper mill, miles away
As the road descends into the Mountain State
Past a parkin’ lot full of cars at the Chat n’ Chew

When you cross that bridge where the North Branch flows
And you see that sign that everyone knows
There ain’t no doubt it’s Keyser, and it’s true

That it’s the, friendliest town in the, friendliest town in the,
Friendliest town…in, Keyser West Virginia,
In the whole U.S.A. 

You can ride on down along New Creek Drive
Or take a golf cart ride at the Polish Pines
And on Green Mountain someone’s huntin’ for deer 

On Friday nights in the early fall
The Golden Tornado gonna move that ball
On Saturday they say how 'bout them 'eers!

Green tomatoes in a frying pan
String beans, bacon and chicken, man!
Or try some Stray Cat wings with a couple of beers. 

That it’s the, friendliest town in the, friendliest town in the,
Friendliest town…in, Keyser West Virginia,
In the whole U.S.A. 

Here in West Virginia, Lord you know I love this mountain state
Allegheny air gets in ya, 
And man those pines at Dolly Sods look great 

Some folks work at the ABL
West Vaco also pays pretty well
And Pot State College has lots to offer too

You can be a local or from out of town
Maybe up from Dallas or from Boston down
You'll get a wave from a lotta folks that ya never knew

And if you get the urge and the highway calls
Take a day trip down to Blackwater Falls
It’s West-By-God-Virginia, through and through!

That it’s the, friendliest town in the, friendliest town in the,
Friendliest town…in, Keyser West Virginia,
In the whole U.S.A.

Keyser West Virginia

An Irish-flavored tune that is quickly paced with a running bass line.   Grab an umbrella. Hope you enjoy. Note on the remaster; used some newer tools on the original file to balance and bring out more detail. Hope you enjoy even more:)

Run In The Irish Rain (Remastered)

free as a bird
expecting the painful fall

the strong winds in the dark
tear my paper wings

in the morning
the sun shines and dries my eyes

and a solid mask
petrifies my face

where are the bars that held me?
why has the hand that fed me gone?
where are the chains that hugged me?
why not those sweet lies?

Free as a bird
enjoying beautiful landscapes

Now the storm is potion
and gives me titanium wings

freedom mills grind the grain
with the strong winds of the night

in the morning
fresh bread for breakfast

where are the bars that held me?
why has the hand that fed me gone?
where are the chains that hugged me?
why not those sweet lies?

Glasgow 2021 ... Not Dark Enough?

Michel Rivera

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