Wow, great mystery section. I think this would work as a main theme for a possible next Silent Hill Game ;)

Brilliant, sincematic and spooky ;) I have to think about Stranger Things.

very dramatoc!. excellent work. love it.🎧🙂🙏

brilliant! Your great voice and lyrics match perfectly with the deep piano. Love the haunting toy piano too.

Oohh.... another beautiful song...with some strange and creepy disturbing moments ... where is my garlic clove?

Another of fellow Dorset based poet CJ Harrington's pieces set to music

Check out his soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/c-j_harrington and website https://gate.sc/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fcjharrington.co.uk%2F&token=19a002-1-1615131688735

THE RAVEN
The dark bird caws an aching creak, jarring
high in the branches of my twisted hazel

Light drips thickly - like warm blood or hot metal -
from the anvil angles of its beak, cuts short
breeze, divides still water, and settles
deep in the silence of the little pond beneath

It is not the tawdry light of the mind
where still limbs, still torso, still breath pull close -
become justified - where truth is vulnerable to age

Nor is it the light of secret gardens, of mists
unsettling and godless clarity eclipsing everything

An illusive bat mapping shady new worlds
by shriek and wail.  The old owl's careful murders
These fears swoop in the cool of night

But this raven comes with the light.  Hopping and strutting
Gently tip tap tapping.  Its black glint encumbering
ornamental cherry trees, beach and oaks with ease

And it brings the white-hot light of fear.  The clarity of danger
The fat weight of doubt that lingers near
The crack in peace.  The spark of both death and change

The Raven (featuring the Poetry of CJ Harrington)

Texte Français et Google traduction

QUELLE VIE JE VIS

J’ai bien souffert, je peux le dire
Une misère, voire même pire.
De la méfiance en l’être humain
Ce manque de chance quand çà vous tient.

Les tromperies, fruits du hasard,
Ont faient ma vie rester en noir.
Des coups bien durs, d’autres assez bas,
Font les blessures qui n’guérissent pas,

J’dis plus mon âge, il est certain,
Nombreuses pages, un long chemin.
Il reste encore pour qui le veux
D’ici ma mort, des jours heureux.

Je ligne mes yeux au crayon noir,
Je fais d’mon mieux pour me faire voir
Si j’en ajoute, trop quelquefois
C’est que mes doutes sont toujours


Quelle vie je vis

Je vais m’écrire dans cette histoire,
Et même vous dire que quelque part,
Ce monde malsain où vivent les grands
Refuse ma main quand je leur tends,

Cherche couleurs, plutôt pastels,
Du chaud au cœur, y’a rien de tel,
Sur une palette à mélanger,
Je voudrais être du verbe « aimer ».

Quelle vie je vis

Toutes ces traces qui m’ont marquées,
Ont prises trop d’place dans mes pensées
Quand je regarde autour de moi,
Je sèche mes larmes pour pas qu’çà s’voit.

Tous mes espoirs sont restés vains
Rien que d’y croire me fait du bien.
Je cherche encore, je cherche toujours
Rien n’est plus fort que de l’amour.
Qu’ai-je bien pu faire pour être ainsi,
Sinon me taire et puis tant pis,

WHAT LIFE I LIVE

I have suffered well, I can say
A misery, even worse.
Mistrust in the human being
This lack of luck when it holds you.

Deception, the fruits of chance,
Have my life stay in black.
Very hard shots, others quite low,
Do wounds that do not weal,

I'm older, I'm sure,
Many pages, a long way.
It remains for who wants it
By my death, happy days.

I line my eyes in black pencil,
I do my best to make myself see
If I add, too much sometimes
That's because my doubts are always


What life I live

I will write myself in this story,
And even tell you that somewhere,
This unhealthy world where big people live
Refuse my hand when I give them,

Seeking colors, rather pastels,
From warm to heart, there's nothing like it,
On a palette to mix,
I would like to be of the verb "to love".

What life I live

All these traces that marked me,
Have taken up too much space in my thoughts
When I look around,
I dry my tears for not seeing it.

All my hopes were in vain
Just to believe it makes me feel good.
I'm still looking, I'm still looking
Nothing is stronger than love.
What could I have done to be so,
Otherwise shut up and then too bad,

QUELLE VIE, JE VIS (Vivre seul)

Phobia

broken spells

This will be my last SC posting for a while. I'll be focusing on material for a new album.  I'll be on SC here and there, but not posting or listening all that much.  See ya in the spring, or sooner.  Catch me on Twitter in the mean time. :-)  https://twitter.com/conmemoravi

© 1995 Radiohead

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now?
When I need you
Alone on an airplane
Falling asleep against the windowpane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared
That there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking
This slow
My baby's got the bends
Oh, no
We don't have any real friends
No, no, no
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the C.I.A
The tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
To blow me sky-high
Baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would-
I want to live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race
I want to live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race, race, race?
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird, where are you now?
When I need you

The Bends (Radiohead cover, 1995)

Nasha, The Girl who Touched the Sky - Nasha's and the Rain 
January 2021
Duration: 2:25
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who with be performing Nasha, The Girl Who Touched the Sky September 2021
Painting by Marie-Jose Payannet

Rain drops fell on Nasha's nose.  Soon rain drummed the thirsty land.  For three days, rain soaked the plains.

A note from Marie-Jose Payannet, Director of Danse Etoile Ballet:
In those hard times when live performances cannot happen, Danse Etoile Ballet is producing a movie based on the original story written and illustrated by director Marie-Jose Payannet.  The story will unfold with dances mixed with narration and dialog, choreographed to diverse musics. Danse Etoile has been fortunate to work with Colorado's own composer Bruce Klepper who composed this beautiful piece for Nahsa and the Rain. 

For Native American Flute, Strings,  Marimba, Xylophone, String Bass, virtual instruments and percussion

Nasha, The Girl Who Touched The Sky - Nasha and the Rain

Wherever the soul goes

Song made in 2012.
Remix January 2021.

Music Studio 2 (19 tracks)

Native MS2 Instruments
Forum Xewton instruments
Digital D1
Synthmaster One
Synth One (Audiokit)

After two years working with my software I was able to make a composition like this one that I present today in 2012. It was never released on Soundcloud, so several original MS2 instruments have been replaced using some of the technology that I use today.

Many comments that people who listen to my music leave me say that I have a great influence from Vangelis ... and it is true. In fact, this theme is inspired after seeing again, I don't know how many times, Blade Runner and it is possibly where that influence is more clearly noticed.

I dedicate the topic to May Masuya, who was kind enough to say goodbye to me when I left this platform (SC) almost two months ago, for the delicacy of her music and for the collection of positive comments that I will always keep.

The time travel is over. Soon new Tracks.

Happy New Year to everyone.

Wherever the soul goes

Check out The Eyes of Heisenberg on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/BnpL7

Being And Nothingness (with The Eyes of Heisenberg)

https://youtu.be/eTX1VzJQRMA

A simple waltz of mine that I named after my adoptive state.  It seemed fitting.
Guitars by my Bellow Bridge band mate Philip Hitt.

Video

Oregon Waltz

Welcome to Bulwell Bogs

Welcome To Bulwell Bogs

Part 20 of 266
Installments released every Saturday.

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds within the scope of the Taffeta project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

Part 1: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part1
Part 2: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part2
Part 3: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-3
Part 4: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-4
Part 5: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-5
Part 6: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-6
Part 7: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-7
Part 8: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-8
Part 9: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-9
Part 10: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-10
Part 11: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-11
Part 12: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-12
Part 13: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-13
Part 14: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-14
Part 15: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-15
Part 16: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-16
Part 17: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-17
Part 18: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/taffeta-part-18

The TAFFETA Playlist: soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical

TAFFETA | Part 20

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