Yes so tender and soft. Slows the hectic day to a very pleasing tempo. Thanks for that.

Very, very beautiful, amazing sound and production 🎶

🎵 What a beautiful marriage of poetry and music! Your voice brings such depth to Emily Brontë's timeless words ✨ The piano arrangement perfectly captures the emotional landscape of love and loss 🎹 Love how your interpretation breathes new life into these classic verses 💫 The collaboration with Yann creates such perfect atmosphere 🌟 Your vocal composition adds such moving dimensions to the poetry ❤️ Pure artistic brilliance! ✨

Sparse piano puts focus on the words and the singing.

Poem: Emily Jane Brontë 

Oddrun Eikli: vocal and vocal composition https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli
Torbjørn Vagle: Instrumental composition, piano, bass, synth, drums&percussion https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv
Arne Hiorth: Trumpet and trumpet arrangement https://soundcloud.com/arnehiorth
Photo: Oddrun Eikli
Cover: Vetle Vagle
Mix: Torbjørn Vagle
Mastering Njål Frode Lie https://www.nflproduksjoner.no/

The mist and the landscape evoke memories of the poet's childhood, and she longs to return to the time when she felt safe and happy under her father's roof. There is also an acknowledgment that a time has passed, and the melancholy that something will never be the same.
Thank you from heart Torbjørn and Arne for this collaboration. 

Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.

O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
And near the old hall door

I watch this cloudy evening fall
After a day of rain;
Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall
The horizon's mountain chain.

The damp stands on the long green grass
As thick as morning's tears,
And dreamy scents of fragrance pass
That breathe of other years.
Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Upon The Hill. Torbjørn Vagle. Oddrun Eikli. Arne Hiorth.

Piano arrangement and piano: Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
Trumpet and Studio Work: Arne Hiorth
Vocal arrangement and vocals: Oddrun Eikli 
Thank you dear Debbie and Arne for the great JOY!

Spring turns into summer, no matter what the world looks like, no matter how dark it looks. With summer comes more light. 
This version of Summertime reflects many emotions, including the joy of what nature gives us in terms of light and new life.
"Summertime" is an aria composed in 1934 by George Gershwin for the 1935 opera Porgy and Bess. The lyrics are by DuBose Heyward, the author of the novel Porgy on which the opera was based, and Ira Gershwin. 
The song is sung several times throughout Porgy and Bess, and in act 3 by Bess, singing to Clara's now-orphaned baby after both parents died in the storm.
Composer and lyricist Stephen Sondheim characterized Heyward's lyrics for "Summertime" as "the best lyrics in the musical theater".

Summertime. Debra Buesking.  Arne Hiorth. Oddrun Eikli.

Gotta Run by Korima celebrates the joy of running - our evolved desire to run – and running legends. Inspired by Christopher McDougall’s: Born To Run.


Download: https://www.korima.net/listen

Gotta Run - Korima

Music: Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli
Instrumental composition, piano: Yann Kiferhttps://soundcloud.com/annkifer
Vocal and vocal composition, photo: Oddrun Eikli
Mix: Arne Hiorth
Poem: Emily Jane Brontë (The first verse of the poem: Come, walk with me)

Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew -
He took them one by one and we
Are left the only two;
So closer would my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine -

'Nay call me not - it may not be
Is human love so true?
Can Friendship's flower droop on for years
And then revive anew?
No, though the soil be wet with tears,
How fair soe'er it grew
The vital sap once perished
Will never flow again
And surer than that dwelling dread,
The narrow dungeon of the dead
Time parts the hearts of men 

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Come,Walk With Me. Poem: Emily Jane Brontë. Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli

"Silhouette" Poem: Peter aka @user-264930040
Piano and Arrangement of Astor Piazzolla's "Oblivion" : Debra Bueskinghttps://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
Vocal Composition and Vocals: @Oddrun-Eikli
cover design: Debra Buesking.
Studio Mix: @Arne-Hiorth

Thank you Peter, Debra, and Arne for this moment to ponder "Life's Silhouette" together but from different vantage points. 

Silhouette

Like the fjord, edging my eye
Material reward can pass me by.
Ice to sea, slowly but sure,
Floating free, flowing pure.
Whispered smile, bears no regret,
Ponder a while, on life’s silhouette.

Solace of breeze, whiffles my hair.
All at ease, by waters fair.
Mirrored of cloud, sparkled of sun,
Where two is a crowd, I’ve a table for one.
Nature’s fine art, devoid of defect,
Embraces my heart, through life’s silhouette.

Treasured time, in mind’s recall.
Love sublime, in its rise and fall.
Flickered glints from glistened waves
Fall distinct, and light the way.
As morning rays shall yet reflect,
Of peaceful days in life’s silhouette.

Silhouette.  Debra Buesking. 1234567890. Oddrun Eikli.

Thank you so much for listening and supporting this song. This is another track from my upcoming album. I hope you enjoy it.

© 2024 Lyrics And Music By Brenda Doss 

Lyrics:
How can I trust you 
When you're hiding in the dark
How can I love you 
When you shoot me in the heart
Bury the child 
Who was in the line of fire
Don't want to be numb
I want to feel love

How can I break through 
When you'd never let me in
How can I need you 
When you don't give anything
What's there to live for 
When there's too much not to feel
Don't want to be numb
I want to feel love

No wrong no right
Just a TV screen
Learn black and white
From a magazine
Confusing life much faster
Turn love to stone

How can you hear me
Over din of lead
How can you see me
Through all the blood I've shed
Am I to blame yeah,  
For every life you take
Don't want to be numb
I want to feel love

(No wrong or right)  
No wrong or right 
(Just black and white) 
(From a magazine)
Just black and white
Yeah yeah yeah
Confusing life much faster
Turn love to stone

No wrong no right
A stain of life
No truth inside this darkness
Nothing but stone
I want to feel love
I want to feel love
I want to feel love
I want to feel love!
Only love

Debut

Want To Feel Love

Instrumental: DAN-DT @dan-t-3
Guitar: Dan’s friend-Paul
Vocals and lyrics: DelhyA
Photo: Benoît Lemaire 
Voici le deuxième volet de l’aventure “Pluie et Lumière”
La première fois que j’ai entendu ce magnifique instrumental de Dan, j’ai tout de suite su que je devais raconter quelque chose de spécial, de sombre mais en même temps plein d’espoir. Cette piste devait être également  précédée d’un beau prélude pour que l’histoire soit complète:
Lien vers la playlist « Pluie et lumière »🤍
https://on.soundcloud.com/72Z2DoVFqPAzkKV99

Here is the second part of the “Rain and Light” adventure
The first time I heard this beautiful instrumental from Dan, I immediately knew I had to tell something special, dark but at the same time hopeful. This track also had to be preceded by a beautiful prelude for the story to be complete:
Link to the “Rain and Light” playlist🤍
https://on.soundcloud.com/72Z2DoVFqPAzkKV99

PLUIE ET LUMIERE

C est là en plein cœur de l’orage qu’Elle surgit là
C’est depuis le fond de moi qu’elle me foudroie
Elle surgit là, quelque part

Ces nouvelles montagnes à grimper…
Je me retourne une dernière fois vers ce monde, 
ce bout de moi que je vais laisser,
Seule une  partie va me rester.
Je regarde l’autre se détacher,
Je n’ai pas le choix, je dois avancer:
A cette main du destin, je ne peux résister.
Une nouvelle partie va se rejouer 
Est-ce à prendre ou à laisser?
Vais-je partir vers ces contrées insoupçonnées?
Les dés de ma vie ont été relancés
Vais-je la même rester?
Tout vient de se bouleverser
Toutes les pages de ma vie se sont retournées
Tout a été redistribué…pour tout recommencer
Tel un phoenix je renais de mes cendres 
Je ne peux plus prétendre…

Je regarde une dernière fois tout autour de moi…
Et je fais alors le premier pas 

Et même si la pluie ne cesse pas
C’est une autre histoire qui commence pour moi 
Elle surgit là, elle surgit là….


RAIN AND LIGHT

It is there in the heart of the storm that it arises there
It’s from deep inside that it strikes me down
it appears there, somewhere

These new mountains to climb…
I return one last time to this world,
this piece of me that I am going to leave behind,
Only part will remain with me.
I watch the other one break away,
I have no choice, I must move forward:
I cannot resist this hand of fate.
A new game will be played again
Take it or leave it?
Will I leave for these unsuspected lands?
The dices of my life have been rolled again
Will I stay the same?
Everything has just turned upside down
All the pages of my life have turned over
Everything was redistributed…to start all over again
Like a phoenix I am reborn from my ashes
I can no longer pretend...

I look around me one last time...
And then I take the first step

And even though the rain doesn't stop
This is another story that begins for me
It arises there, it arises there

Pluie et Lumière (with DAN-DT)

01/17/2025 There was a time I thought my little songs could actually "change the world"; that perhaps music could make us all more kind, compassionate, tolerant, empathic, less violent, less greedy, or at a minimum, happier. 

I have always hoped we could navigate our differences with words rather than weapons and that humanity could as a whole, truly practice reverence for the planet and all the living creatures who share it with us. 

But, I see now how absolutely naive I was. The despair, suffering, destruction, and apathy that continues now, many years after I wrote this song, has not changed. Some things, are better but many things, are not; however, I remain hopeful that humanity will eventually work things out and I, in any way that I can, will keep trying to make things better. And so I decided, I would finish producing this song and include it in my first album; an album which on many days might be the continuation of a journey, or on other days, the end of a journey.

Track 5 from my album. I hope you enjoy it.

© 2024 Lyrics, Music, Content By Brenda Doss

I should be happy  
With all of my life
I should be satisfied 
But I’m not
Why do I carry 
The weight of the world on my back
Why should I care
When no one else does

I am a slave 
To the thoughts that I have
I need to change the world
With these tired hands 
Don’t turn me off 
Don’t turn me down
Don’t shut me in 
Don’t throw me out
And I might go crazy
But you might come around
       
At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are bleeding
 
Should I worry
If it all goes to hell
Can I live my life in apathy
Like everybody else
Why am I here 
What can I change
These reckless times  
I’m not to blame
Isn’t anybody out there
Isn’t anyone afraid

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are bleeding

I’m your disease
I’m  your despair
I’m like a flea
I’m in your hair
I’m breeding in your conscience
When you don’t want me there

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
A wounded heart grieves
At the back door 
You will find me yeah yeah yeah

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Cause I'm begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
A wounded heart grieves
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are reaching

Back Door

When I was in infant school my class was a ragbag bunch of scruffy working class urchins, self included.  National health glasses held together with band aids, hand-me-down clothes, bruises, jam sandwiches.  There was a kid in that class who was very quiet, often absent.  Good at reading.  Good at running.  Kept himself to himself.  Sat at the back, never made eye contact.  Never put his hand up.

Turns out he was very deaf and spending a lot of time in hospital with operations of various sorts.

When he was seven he was given a hearing aid - huge thing the size of a transistor radio that sat in his shirt pocket.  The story I heard was that when he first went home with it his mam took him for a walk down a country lane to try it out.  He was very upset that it was obviously broken - all sorts of odd scratching and buzzing noises.

They eventually realised that he was hearing insects for the first time.  

Imagine that.

Often wonder what became of him.
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Huge thanks to my two friends here: Paco for inspiring and driving this project with his wonderful music, and Oddrun for lifting my simple lyrical efforts to another level entirely.
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A Good Boy

A symphony of crushing silence 
Played his timpani of weathered clay
Under lowered eyes that cried defiance
He’d softly make his quiet way
A guiding star that burned with life, but ever failed to shine
Kept his distance, from afar, no avatar to hide behind
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their condescending, pitied way.

Inputs built of aural mud are clinically desensitised
Muffled whispers trundle under cobbled skies of grizzled grey
Dreams and aspirations that never could be realised
He’d tightly close his eyes and lightly kneel to pray
Social cripple loner ‘neath a joker’s plastic smiles
Silent rippled mannequin, cartoon audio spastic child
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their well meaning, hurtful way.

Flip the switch and hear the light
Bear witness to the revelation
A trip to day-sound from his silent night
Demolishing all his expectations
Sweet blushing kiss of angels’ eyes
One of them has turned the volume dial
To flush his muted domicile
And hear the crickets singing on the chamomile

So cast the light fine, on the deafened child’s mind
And let the sound shine as the clearest of days
A new world’s flight is leaving dark behind
Clarity rebound leads the way
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy…..

So swing the arc’s beam, bless the lonesome soul
Illumination wakes the inner self
Warmth of seemliness melts the cold
Communication taken off the shelf
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy …. He’s a good boy now.

A Good Boy:  MidiSound, Oddrun Eikli, 1234567890

Imagine

Charabiesque 24

Thank you for listening and for your comments.
Music is Magic:)
Thank you soundcloud 20.08.13. for SCOTD http://soundcloud.tumblr.com/post/58744738434/soundclouder-of-the-day-oddrun-eikli-if-theres 
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Biografi
Oddrun Eikli is the singer in Loops and Bridges. A project headed by Oddrun Eikli and Arne Hiorth. Oddrun Eikli sings, composes the melodies and writes the lyrics , Arne Hiorth does the arranging trumpet work and studio engineering.
Loops and Bridges released their debut album in jan 2010 (mtgmusic)
http://www.mtgmusic.no/artist/73/Arne-Hiorth-og-Oddrun-Eikli
Doors And Windows released september 2014.



New cd out mai 2013:
SPIRALI
massimo berizzi: trumpet & electronics 
oddrun eikli: vocals & lyrics
alessandro monti: bass

 CD RELEASES AUTUMN 2012:
"ENDRING" WITH Raphaelgtr and
 THE INTERNATIONAL  JAZZ CD  "FLOW"

"FLOW":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtaKeETfQ4g
The musicians on the "FLOW" album are:
Cheryl Pyle (New York City) - flute, Oddrun Eikli (Oslo) - vocals, Arne Hiorth (Oslo) - trumpet, Stanislav Zaslavsky (Kamensk) - piano), Sean O'Bryan Smith (Nashville) - bass, and Axel Weiss (Obernbreit) on guitars and art.

"ENDRING":
Raphaelgtr & Oddrun Eikli
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghdVeFgfPIA

ODDRUNS COLLABS. AT SOUNDCLOUD:
you can find my collabs. in these sets:



with Arne Hiorth:
https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli/sets/oddrun-eikli-and-arne-hiorth
with Axel Weiss
http://soundcloud.com/axelweis/sets/oddrun-and-axel/
with Vicente bueso:
https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli/sets/vicente-bueso-and-oddrun-eikli
with Raphael GTR and Massimo Berizzi
https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli/sets/raphael-gtr-and-oddrun-eikli
a set with many of my souncloud-collabs:
http://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli/sets/collabs-with-my-sc-friends/

Thank you. :) Thank you to you all !:)

Come,Walk With Me. Poem: Emily Jane Brontë. Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli

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