I felt a frisson, a presence, as she passed me; “never fall behind” she said
Blue eyes, yeah china blue; or green maybe 
The silhouette of a crown was it? Or of his fine hair on a perfect head
I lost them in the dream; never saw them again
 
Green on blue, he flashed by me; Kingfisher
She’s chimera, he’s quicksilver; Arcadia dancers 
She passes by like a mayfly; sweet Calista
You reach and fall, you try and call; they don’t answer
   
These were different, seven years on, but it felt the same
They stood and looked me in the eye, and I could only stare
Felt like honey kisses, like the remembered bliss of a dream
Felt like a lost love, then they were gone; if they were ever there

Green on blue, he flashed by me; Kingfisher
She’s chimera, he’s quicksilver; Arcadia dancers 
She passes by like a mayfly; sweet Calista
You reach and fall, you try and call; they don’t answer

Seven times seven years, waiting and waiting long 
I sensed them in the twilight, in the half conscious fall into dream time
This time I was ready, I had waited for them through the long years
I reached and touched her hair, ephemeral in the sun

Green on blue, he flashed by me; Kingfisher
She’s chimera, he’s quicksilver; Arcadia dancers 
She passes by like a mayfly; sweet Calista
You reach and fall, you try and call; they don’t answer

Kingfisher and Calista

The Hills of Longdendale (Words: Ammon Wrigley, Music: Rutter)

'The Moorland Poet’ Ammon Wrigley (1861-1946) was a writer, historian, singer, song collector and artist from the hills above Saddleworth. Over the past few years I’ve been reading a great deal of his published works and he really does feel like such a proper friend to me -which I reckon is the mark of a truly great writer, especially seeing as that he died nearly eighty years ago. The setting of one of his poems here, from Songs of the Pennine Hills, is my attempt to do justice to his remarkable writings and character.

Gold of Scar & Shale

The Hills of Longdendale

Having some fun on a new song. After "These Voices in my Head", needed to do something a little more lighthearted.
This is about a guy who finds an old car and pours everything he's got into it to make it special.
Somewhere between blues/rock and country. Enjoy and share.
Playing a Godin Summit Convertible  through a Roland GT-100. A Schecter P series bass straight into the input interface. Recorded through an AudioBox 22VSL using Presonus Studio One 4. Drums and synths played on and Impact LX49 using Studio One instruments.

One Sweet Ride (Blues/Rock)

001  _ BIRTH ( Sequence 555 )

A semi-live variation on https://soundcloud.com/muterial/post-apocalyptic-fugue

Downloadable and creative commons

Post-apocalyptic jazz

Come April  				c. 2020 by M. A. Manetz

V1
On these four gray walls I've painted her picture with my mind.
Holdin' her in my dreams the only comfort I can find.
One more lonely winter in this cold and lonely place.
The only thing that's kept me sane is the memory of her face.

Chorus
Come April, I'll make it better,
Come April, it'll be so fine.
Come April, I'll make it up to her,
Come April, she'll be mine.

V2
Six months in this prison, six months till I'm free,
Six months since her last letter, does she still care for me?
My brother came to see me, said she's movin' to L.A.,
I tell myself come April, I'll find a way to make her stay.

Chorus

Bridge
Am I a fool to think that she would ever wait for me?
I don't blame her for leavin', but yet I still believe...

Chorus

Come April

We all have that one friend who thinks they`re too good to put the bins out.  A little reminder not to forget where you came from.

When the Grey Sea Turned Blue

When The Grey Sea Turned Blue

I would like to apologize in advance :)
all songs, instruments(soft synths, moog theremini, korg volca sample and guitars fretted and fretless) & production by me.

Post-apocalyptic jazz

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