This track is an exquisite journey into the past, where the mist and landscape become portals to the poet's childhood memories. The music beautifully captures the longing for the safety and warmth of days gone by, while also embracing the melancholy of change and loss. The delicate piano melodies, paired with the marvelous saxophone, create a deeply moving atmosphere that resonates with both nostalgia and a gentle acceptance of time's passage. The collaboration between Torbjørn and Arne has resulted in a soundscape that is both evocative and timeless. A heartfelt thank you for this beautiful creation.😍😍😍

What a stunning composition and outstanding collaboration!

So Magical and your Singing is Beautiful and so enchanting.

Such beautiful storytelling... I just love your music.  Thank you!  :)

Back again to be Immersed in such Beauty!  love and Blessings to you both!  and OMG... Arne's trumpet arrangement is stellar and oh so heartfelt!

Music: Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli.
Poem: by Emily Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886)
Piano , keys, and instrumental composition: Yann Kifer @annkifer
Vocal and vocal composition: Oddrun Eikli

Thank you so much for this JOY Yann. Thank you from my heart.

Angels, in the early morning
May be seen the Dews among,
Stooping—plucking—smiling-flying—
Do the Buds to them belong?

Angels, when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping—plucking—sighing-flying—
Parched the flowers they bear along.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. Little-known during her life, she has since been regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry.

Angels, in the early morning. Yann Kifer and Oddrun Eikli.

Who could blame them for being giddy?  They finally had him….got the mugshot, and in a few months he’d be tried & convicted, and best of all, out of their way for good.  Some may question their motives & methods, but hey, it was up to them to save democracy, right?  
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(side note, April 2025: has anyone been watching France lately?....they've been busy saving democracy over there too)
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For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, some 40 miles west of Austin, in the heart of the Texas Hill Country.  The crowd wasn’t huge that night, but it was plenty raucous.  Needless to say, we brought the house down.  We always do.

LYRICS
Finally bagged the prize,
Event commemorated with a photograph,
A delightful list of crimes,
Got ‘em dancin’ with the lawyers down the primrose path,
The scribes down in the court,
Breathlessly report,
With a glee they can’t contain,

Oh they’re giddy….

Giddy like the rats who swarm the sewage slag,
Giddy like the vultures, feasting on the rotted culture,
That has spawned them from its womb,
And they tell us all how grateful we should be,
Cause they’re doing it to save democracy.
 
Yeah all fortitude & grit,
Our protectors wouldn’t quit,
On this noble quest,
There would be no rest,
Staged sudden raids, drew dossiers,
Tried Russian links, threw kitchen sinks,
To cage the dreaded pest,
Damn the proper form,
They’ve snared Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,

And now they’re giddy…..

Giddy like the buzzards circling o’er their prey,
Giddy like the varmints, chewing on the hated target,
While the judges hold him still,
Giddy like the frantic hawks, flailing with their shrilly squawks,
The fear they just can’t kill,
Damn the coming storm,
Now they’ve booked Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,
Hey, the law may be applied unequally,
But it’s the only way to save democracy.

I beg you Lovely Lady, turn your head away,
Away from the shame, away from the pain,
America, America, how did we let it get this far?
We are your sons, what have we done?
What have we done……….

Ah but giddy doesn’t last, when the vengeance & the wrath,
Shred the piers that bear the load,
No it won’t be so hysterical, when even Heaven’s miracle,
Can’t keep our father’s code, 

Oh but decision day is nigh, & the beast is still alive,
And far too many still believe…..

So arrest the Monster!...show it on TV,
Silence him & anyone who won’t concede,
There’s no time for constitutionality,
When the mission is to save democracy.

Giddy (now with lyrics)

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.

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.

The Blue Room – smoke and whisky and tears….

The original idea was a smoky, jazzy, late night club-for-lonely-hearts kind of thing.  But since my “jazz” piano always ends up honky-tonk, and I can’t seem to lose the backwoods in my voice, the final product – though still smoky & late night – is more lonely hearts beer joint than jazz club.  Jazzabilly maybe.  Redneck Blues. 
								
But there is a plan to give the song a little jazz credibility.  I play an organ solo mid-song that I actually wrote for saxophone.  I’m sending the song to my little brother, longtime Atlanta musician Herb Avery, who says he knows a sax player who’ll take it on.  So if Herbert can make that happen, I’ll upload the new version later.  If he can’t, I’ll be looking for a sax player out there.  And yes, for now I’m keeping the sax player pic posted, to remind me to get this done.

My daughter Julia helped out vocally on the choral refrain.

So here we go.  Come set for a spell in The Blue Room…..when nobody loves you.

The Blue Room

Through Fragile Strides

Verse 1
Well he starts the day at sunrise
cause there ain't no other way
wakin' up before the world begins
just to turn for another day
That's the way his father worked
and his father before him
passin' on the things that you need to know
just to grow into a man
Just workin' on the land

Chorus
We're just waitin' for the sunrise
and sittin' in the dark
Singing all about the days we lived
while lookin' to the stars
And with the day we grow a little bit
from what we were before
So he gets down on his knees
and he prays to god for just one more
And the rain begins to pour

Verse 2
And the minutes last for hours
when the time turned back then
and the days turned into years
that we can never see again
But it doesn't really matter
cause the world goes on to spin
and the planets and the stars
will all still be there in the end
so let me say again

Chorus x2

V3.01

Just One More

Texte et voix La Gazelle https://soundcloud.com/amandine-esno
Musique par HyLGZ22

Le soleil dans les interstices parcourt ma peau encore chaude de tous mes rêves inachevés
je brave le sol froid sous mes pieds j’ouvre les rideaux sur mes possibles
ciel bleu et haut, mer sombre lointaine
c’est dans cette étendue que j’avance
tout m’appelle je frissonne à l’odeur salée de cet océan aux pins mêlés.

Je suis sorcière dans ma longue robe noire
ma langue murmure sans que je m’en aperçoive
d’antiques psaumes et des sortilèges habiles
mes mains pleines de charme caressent l’avenir
la certitude me tient debout la tête haute

Nous sommes des embarcations
lancées sur un océan agité
Certains devront sortir les rames
d'autres juste gonfler la voile

Les beaux senaus avantagés par leurs mats, leur robustesse
Et les esquifs plus modestes plus discrets
Seront par le vent ballottés
Sans cesse trouver son chemin et apprendre alors
Les tempêtes essuyées nous indiquent le nord

Les bateaux se croisent parfois se heurtent
Mains décharnées aux gouvernails meneurs

Je veux baisser les voiles
Jeter au loin rames et amarres
Desserrer les poings
me laisser amadouer
Bercée par nos langages adoués

Ne plus subir les courants
Laisser venir depuis la grève
Le flot et le jusant
Entre deux retenues deux courants je m'apaise

Mes pieds avancent dans les clapotis
je ne ressens pas les vagues
je les passe comme d’anciens habits
et ma robe se met à flotter autour de moi
de mes mains je salue les ondes les plus lointaines

J’appartiens à ce sable sous mes pieds à ces eaux qui m’appellent
à la terre toute entière c’est elle qui me dompte et m’apprivoise
c’est à elle que je me livre
je veux communier pour ceux qui luttent
je veux remercier pour ceux qui brûlent
je veux être nature et légère

Gothic Futuristic Oratorio #2

I've always wanted to play this because it is one of my favorite songs. Let's just say it has been on my to-do list for a couple years and I've always been afraid to attempt it. Thank you for listening!! I appreciate you!

Yamaha Acoustic Guitar
Peavey Bass
6 different woven synths
Vocals

We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does
Faster than a bullet
From an empty gun
Turn yourself over
Loose change we could spend
Grinding down diamonds
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

People pushing harder
Up against themselves
Make their daggers sharper
Than their faces tell
Babe, its your time now
Loose change we could spend
Where we are going
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

Round the Bend (Beck Cover)

Encore une chanson qui a marqué ma jeunesse. Une de mes préférées dans "the Lamb".
Un grand grand respect pour ces messieurs de Genesis première et seconde période 
Ca parait dingue mais cette chanson à 50 ans.

Another song that marked my youth.
Great respect for the gentlemen of Genesis first and second period
It sounds crazy, but this song is 50 years old.

Many thanks to Jim Kleban for the initial midi I started with on this song
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The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavors strange
A magnificent chamber meets his eye
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed

Thinking he is quite alone
He enters the room, as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright
Three vermilion snakes of female face
The smallest motion, filled with grace
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool"

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind
With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine
 
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain
Only a magic that a name would stain

With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains
The fairest cries, "We all have loved you Rael"

Each empty snakelike body floats
Silent sorrow in empty boats
A sickly sourness fills the room
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom
Looking for motion I know I will not find
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined

"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you

The Lamia (Genesis - Cover)

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 !:)

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

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