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Jazz Rehersals

So What (Miles Davis)

Adagio and prelude/opening track of upcoming album 'Hybrid N°5 - Cellular City'
G aleatoric, loosely in 48.5 or 97 bpm. Free time

The capital of a cell. The treasury of the genitic code, the coordination of everything inside, around and outside the cell. Nanoscopic city. Time Square of all intra cellular communication & central cargo port of all transportion.

Hybrid Nr°5 : Cellular City

Chromatin Capital

Chromatin Capitol

What do you do
When you've got no more tears,
What do you do?

What do you do
When they're so true, your fears,
What do you do?

You sit and write a song,
Tell everyone what's wrong,
Someone may listen ...

You sit and write a song,
Someone may hear what's wrong
In the distance.

When melodies won't chime
And lyrics will not rhyme
Any longer ...

Just tell her how you feel,
Make all else disappear,
You'll be stronger.

When everything is lost
And you feel like a ghost,
Just not the same ...

Don't let yourself despair
Sing loud, and, if she dares,
It'll be fine,

Don't let yourself be scared,
Sing loud, and if she cares,
She will be thine ... in time.

What do you do,
When you've got no more tears,
What do you do?

What do you do?
When there've been so many years,
What do you do?

You sit and write a song,
Tell everyone what's wrong,
And hope she'll listen ...

You sit and write a song,
And hope she'll hear what's wrong,
In the distance.

You sit and write a song,
And hope she'll hear what's wrong,
In the distance ...
In the distance.

What Do You Do? (2025 remix)

Good morning, my Lord, it is Christmas,
I hear John Lennon again,
Who asks me what I've done with my year,
And if war will now stop; if not, when.

I walk midst the trees, in their splendour,
And think of the children who've gone,
The Christ holds them close in His arms
For He was a child once, too, Your Son.

A baby in arms; and born in strange lands,
For there was no room at the inn ...
Two thousand years on, I look at this world,
And wonder where to begin.

^^^

Good morning, my Lord, if You're here,
Please listen to their lonely cries,
And help us to care, to love them, and wipe
The shattering tears from their eyes.

Good morning, my Lord, it is Christmas,
A chance to start anew, it would seem,
Imagine a world where no child must die ...
For now, this is still but a dream.

For now, this is still but a dream.

$2+, for War Child USA

Christmas (2025)

If you were mine
There would be peace in our world,
If you were mine
There'd be no more sad stories to be told,

If you were mine,
There'd be no more prayers to be heard
If you were mine,
Our world would be just perfect ...

If you were mine ... if you were mine.

The world would rage
As usual, around the two of us,
Yet we would age
Together, with no worry to defeat us,

Our love would shine
Across the distance, across all time,
All would be fine
If you were mine ...

***

They fight for faith,
For rules, for dogma and for glory,
It's such a waste of people's lives ...
... It's such a painful story ...

And yet our love would shine
Across the distance, across all time,
All would be fine
If you were mine ... if you were mine ...

If You Were Mine (2025)

Looking down, with passing glances,
At untaken second chances,
Looking round with older eyes
At the times we said goodbyes

Marching on to lesser days
And with nothing to replace
Times gone by with gentle kisses
Warmest hugs and newborn wishes

Travelling the fields of life
With no way to fight the cries
Of our twofold broken heart
That has e'er kept us apart

Proudest egos, rigid rules
Playing us for stupid fools;
And as we wait at life's own door
Scared to knock, afraid to go ...

Silly minds and hardened spirits
Break us both, too blind to see it,
Old mistakes and foolish pride
Making both just lose our mind ...

And as we wait at closed doors,
Looking straight, with frozen souls,
We know now, though we're no more,
We could have really had it all.

***

Kindest thoughts when we first met,
Thought we'd paid our karma debt;
When our eyes looked straight ahead
Into our souls, our love confessed

With some joy and with some tears,
Those were then our happy years;
What we had could never break,
Our love no-one could take.

We were soft, we were sincere,
We believed, we had no fear;
All we had could never have stood
Life's heartless ways, it's understood.

And now, with proud and rigid rules
That play us for useless fools,
We remain at life's own door,
Too scared to let our feelings soar ...

Silly minds and hardened spirits,
Break us both, we just don't see it;
Old mistakes and foolish pride
Just fade away into the night ...

And as we leave, both standing tall,
Broken hearts, closed like a wall,
We know, in our wounded soul,
We could still perhaps have it all ...

We look away ... we are no more.

We Could Have Really Had It All (2025 remix)

Nine instances of Cherry Audio’s 80's inspired hybrid analog/digital Dreamsynth DS-1 featuring a selection of presets a very organised friend of mine highlighted as his favourites. Showing off my prog and fusion roots, with preset names like Zawinula, Marcus Fretless Solo and a First Light Berlin rhythm patch, the track built itself around the sounds. It’s a desktop Synth and I’m also using a Mozaic script I wrote on iPad to enable those pentatonic harp glisses. Just a bit of fun.

A Weather Report for the Common Man (DreamSynth x 9)

Echoes Of Falling Petals

"Mitochondrion are the powerhouse of the..."  Biology-, medicine- students, and people who watch too many YouTube documentaries  know the drill. 

3rd movement, Adagio/Adante Moderato

free time, but also some times: 
5/4, 4/4
12/4, 8/4, 13/4
 10/4, 9/4, 8/4, 6/4

aeletoric, H Phrygian, C hungarian minor

Hyb Nr°5 - Cellular City

Mitochondrion For All

Deep Chill

I like to make music on my iPad.
I only use an iPad and an Apple Pencil.
I hope you find something you like.
Headphones recommended.

Deep Chill

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