An early Durtburds recording in Orion Studios.

Everywhere looks different
I’m told it’s not, It’s where I spent
My waking hours before we broke up 
Sleeping hours before I woke up

I used to shy away from trying
Things I didn’t know and now I
Think I want to try it all I 
Care less if I fly or fall

Chorus 1:
It’s like everything has changed
Transformed and rearranged
But I realise the world’s the same
And it’s me, it’s me who’s changed.
I’m like Alice in a maze

Secret games and secret smiles
Things have started to grow wild
What was dull is getting brighter
What was dark is getting lighter

Perception paints my picture out
Perspective changes things about
What was grey is now in colour
What was empty now is fuller

Chorus 2:
I’m like Alice in a maze
I’m confused and I am dazed
I kind of think I know this place
But the mirror shows me an unfamiliar face, like Alice in a Maze
I’m like Alice in a maze

Bridge
I have changed
I see that so clearly now
Opportunity abounds
My feet won’t touch the ground

Alice in a Maze

I loved playing Muzio Clementi's Six Sonatinas when I was a student. I played them very fast and often strayed from the classical style to the dismay of my teacher! I still remember bits of each one. Here I recorded a set of 2 pieces based mostly on the Sonatina in C Major. I recorded them in one session and couldn't make up my mine which parts to take out for one piece. Take a listen to Part 2,also posted,  a remnant of this version. I hope you have fun listening as much as I had creating them!

Jennifer L. Jones
Music Dreams Productions

A Pianist's Folly

Second Chance

We are born and then we die, that's what you can be sure of.  it's just how we live that counts.

Unfamiliar Song.

The words are from a poem that my grandad composed just before he was killed in action in world war 2. This poem was about my mum and my family didn't know the existence of this poem only until my mum passed away 6 months ago. The lie low in the photo he used to escape from Dunkirk and there is the only photo of my mum "baby blue" and her beloved farther. 

Coz your my baby blue,

*Listen with Headphones
~ It's beyond me that humans can be so resourceful and creative but on the flip side so destructive and systematically evil! Get ready for a rough-ride.

Tribute to the movie Beasts of no Nation (2015)

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Ted speech / Emmanuel Jal
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nF_dHdNOgSA
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Spoken Words

There are no heroes
just Heroin killing kids

Holding you at gun point
just for another hit

People killing people
even after death

Spoon fed with voilence
eating human flesh

Fighting a war
while getting high

Only after the carnage
you understand why

There is no faith
everything shatters and breaks

My childhood consumed
we are all doomed

You all being played
just another cog

So many slayed
manipulated for WAR

No moral codes
just plain " Fuck it "

Following orders
while Politicians fill their pockets

Creating the problems
so they can work on a solution

Fake News bullshit
corrupting and pollution

Big foreign countries
hiding behind the scenes

Never even mentioned
never ever seen.

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Docu [Warning graphic content]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMwI5unlK9M&rco=1
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Words and Remix by LS / 2023.

War Child II [Explicit Content]

Reverie

Journey To Phobos (432Hz)

this is another track , written, played and recorded while Netta was visiting from Norway….cheers for having a listen and your support👍

Who Can Say

Remind me of that song again
The one that has the saddest end
you know it too, you sang it to me
Long ago

Got me thinking about that time.
When I was yours and I had mine
Now we just live somewhere in the past
mmmm

Whatever happened to those days?
Nothing ever stays the same
Could it be the one that got away?
Who can say?

I could plan for days and days
There must be a thousand ways
That I could try and make you see
That you belong here with me

I dont really worry now
tomorrow made up it’s mind
And today feels like an only friend
and yesterday left us behind
again

Who Can Say

Broke my rot.... Decided to write one about the heart and it stuck. Had a good few days of everything I tried sounding the same and needed that reset ❤️‍🔥 Thanks Heart 🫡

If we are lucky enough to grow old it will beat around three billion times and pump 159 million litres of blood through itself and around our body. What a beast 🫀
I'm trying to make sense or pay homage to the filterer it is for morals. In conjunction with a well wired head it's the feelings in our chest that work with the brain it seems to deliver our morals and absorb and deliver that well felt empathy we share. I guess it's our experience of pain and pleasure that we know and the love we have for eachother which allows that empathy flourish solidifying our shared morals. Or we let apathy mute it. Either way its the shared experience that delivers them to us and the natural knock on effect of us knowing we don't like pain and knowing others don't either... so ego aside... Morals should be the easy bit haha!
What happened.... 😆



Heart

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Huge human heart
Filterer of feelings
Fear sent below
Love flow to cranium ceilings
Three billion beats
Spark to grim reaper
One million barrels as blood pump speaker

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Humans of heart
Beings of brave
Lumens like lark
Virtuous made
Body seer of moral
The feeler of feel
Fuelled well being of wise
Good stealer of steel

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Governor of grief
Body seer of empathy
Good decider of right
If mind tend peremptory
Four chambers chime
Tuned to physical realm
Feeder of conscious through feelings to helm

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Heartbeat
Beat deceit
Heartbeat
Be that empathy
Heartbeat
Beat deceit
Heartbeat
Be that empathy

Heart

wait by the window
pray through the sight

for a dollar
in my pocket
for my country
who’d have thought?

don’t stand by the window
outmanned and alone

after drinking
(check my cheekpiece)
i can hit it
(pull the bolt back)
without thinking
(keep my hands loose)
what i’ve done

i’m waiting now by the window
i don’t know how to get home

for a dollar
in my pocket
for my country
wrong or right

after drinking
(check my cheekpiece)
i can hit it
(pull the bolt back)
without thinking
(keep my hands loose)
what i’ve done
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Thanks to Janine Levinson and Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely for early listening and encouragement.

Special thanks to Wheelwright for sage editorial advice.

Image by Chandler Cruttenden via Unsplash



Window

All songs on channel are original and copyright of Karen O'Mahony (c). 

You'll find me also here in my collaboration project with Johan Alm https://soundcloud.com/ashesfordreams

Alice in a Maze

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