Composition derivated from a piano improvisation.

2025.

Melodic minor A#.

The stringed Bandoneon

Trav-ah-lynn Blues

I'm on this mountain, 
Just trying to get off 
I got me twenty more lengths left,
But I feel I'm getting soft
Can’t you see, I got me
The trav-ah-lynn blues

I got many miles of road ahead, 
N' I'm behind my time, me 
I'd like to be at the end of it all, 
But I simply can't break free
Can’t you see, I got me
The trav-ah-lynn blues

I'm on this cloud,
Spiralling out of control
I'd pull the cord,
B’daren’t before sugaring the bowl
Can’t you see, I got me
The trav-ah-lynn blues

My cigarette dangles,
I'm out of my tree
I got sand in my eyes, n’soon t’b 
Swept into this crushing sea
Can’t you see, I got me
The trav-ah-lynn blues

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JS

Trav-ah-lynn Blues

Back Again & Again

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Rings Away From Uranus

Take A Seat On Saturn

dark Middleages

Single Use Guitar
Rob Olsson Base
Rob Lyrics:

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Shadows still fill The deepest corners of my mind
Try to wave them away like flies

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Living in this three dimensional world
Do my best
Get on the right side of  the truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Right Side of the TRUTH w/Rob Olsson

Dirty little thoughts

Firefly (Inst.)

Music/Lyrics by Netta&McGill

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Like waking from a deep, blue sleep
For many months the light was bleak
But this morning something happened
A rumble deep inside
Baby, I was coming alive


So many days it has been low
And often eyes would overflow
But this morning something happened
All around blue skies
Baby, I was coming alive
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 With sunshine in my eye
And you by my side
Pieces of the darkness disappeared 
Yea with sunshine in my eye
Now a pep in my stride
Baby, I’m coming alive
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The brighter days to come eventually 
Take advantege of that feeling free
Cause this morning something happend
And my smile was open wide
Yeah baby! I feel alive
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With sunshine in my eye
And you by my side
Yeah (baby)! I’m feeling alive
Baby, I’m feeling alive

Coming Alive

“Never underestimate the power you have to take your life in a new direction.” ― Germany Kent

A little piano improvisation dedicated to family, friends, and others who have had to start again and have shown great faith, courage and resolve in doing   so. A companion piece to "Crossroads."

Starting Again

I woke from sleep in a cold hard sweat
She was standing by my bed
You know where I am if you need me,she said
Her touch was as cold as the dead

A scream arose in my throat
Yet was stifled and undeclared
Do I dream or wake as I sit on the bed?
Am I ready or unprepared?

The telephone rang,time to arise
Appointments need to be kept
Eight hours in bed and my body still said
It feels like I haven't slept


When I cut you down from the dance of life
You felt chilled right through
I knew from that moment on
You had killed me too

She said,all you see
Is not what you see
You must leave it all behind
The cloak and the veil of everyday life
Is only in your mind

Voodoo Blooz

🎧 Please use good headphone if possible 🎧

Graphic artist, writer, and just a budding musician.

Playing piano is my daily therapy against stress. That also repels the rodents that attempt to squat my attic in winter !

As an insomniac, I mainly play at night. Each improvisation is like a snapshot of my mood and state of mind of the instant.

I record almost everything I play. From time to time one of these improvisations inspires me enough, and I use it as a basis for a composition.

Disclaimer : I deny any responsibility in case of ear bleeds !


Thank you for passing by here and listening to my clumsy experimental works !

Please, don't blame my piano teacher, I had none!

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The stringed Bandoneon

Ralph Bilouppie