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Cover instrumental y fotografía por Wladimir Martínez.

Todos los derechos a sus respectivos autores, originalmente por The Beach Boys de su album Pet Sounds.

Don't Talk (Put your Head on my Shoulder) (The Beach Boys Cover)

2: "Solace"

Poem by Clarissa Scott Delany (1901-1927)

By observing Nature and the gentle changing of the seasons, we gain perspective. We see the leaves grow dark and heavy, until they fall to the ground and paint the streets with gold. Even during times of great distress, Nature reminds us that even the lashing of the wind and rain in Spring will not fell a mighty tree. And with this knowledge, we are able to “take meaning from all turmoil” and find some peace—“a serenity that knows no pain.”


The emotions and reactions embodied herein are: meditative, vibrant, emphatic, intense, realization, understanding, sweetness, gentleness, peace, and trust.

Lyrics:
My window opens out into the trees
And in that small space of branches and of sky
I see the seasons pass, behold the tender green give way to darker heavier leaves. 

The glory of the autumn comes when steeped in mellow sunlight.
The fragile, golden leaves against a clear blue sky linger in the magic of the afternoon, 
Then reluctantly break off and filter down to pave a street with gold.

[My window opens out into the trees; 
I see the seasons pass...]
Then bare, gray branches lift themselves against the cold December sky,
Sometimes weaving a web across the rose and dusk of late sunset,
Sometimes against a frail new moon and one bright star, 
Riding a sky of that dark, living blue,
Which comes before the heaviness of night descends or the stars have powdered the heavens. 

Winds beat against these trees; 
The cold, but gentle rain of spring Touches them lightly.
The summer torrents strive to lash them into a fury 
And seek to break them—
But they stand. 

My life is fevered; 
And a restlessness at times, 
(an agony—a vague and baffling discontent),
Possesses me, [Possesses me!]

I am thankful for my bit of sky and trees, and for the shifting Pageant of the seasons. 
Such beauty lays upon the heart a quiet. 
Such eternal change and permanence Take meaning from all turmoil, 
And leave serenity 
Which knows no pain.

2: "Solace" (MIDI)

Take Me Home

In the grand expanse of the cosmos, envision a tempestuous surge of cosmic vitality cascading upon an outpost nestled within the cosmic embrace of Alpha Centauri. Fashioned from adaptive materials, products of the ingenuity of distant epochs, the outpost steadfastly withstands the tumultuous onslaught, manifesting a symphony of resplendent hues and luminosity.Amidst the void's chilling embrace, intrepid astronauts, representing a mosaic of diverse racial lineages and gender identities, anchor themselves firmly with magnetic footwear, grappling with undulating tendrils of energy, laboring tirelessly to restore equilibrium to the besieged outpost. In the distant reaches, enigmatic astral entities, their corporeal forms woven from celestial dust and adorned with thermal ocular organs, observe with a beguiled curiosity, drawn by the spectacle unfolding before them.Behold, a quintessential odyssey of the cosmos unfolds—a saga fraught with peril and exhilaration—a testament to the indefatigable spirit of humanity, as it endeavors to traverse the uncharted frontiers of knowledge and fortitude.

Outpost Alpha Centauri

Clockwise

"The Last Sunrise" is a somber, poignant orchestral track that captures the profound sorrow and solemn beauty of remembrance. This composition eloquently conveys the weight of lost lives during World War II through its deep, resonant orchestral arrangements, blending mournful strings with the solemn tones of brass to evoke a landscape marked by sacrifice and heroism. The track opens with a gentle, reflective piano motif, setting a tone of introspection and reverence. As the piece progresses, the strings swell in a slow, measured cadence, mirroring the rise of the sun in a symbolic final salute to those who fell in battle.

The arrangement is careful and deliberate, with each note crafted to honor the memory of the lost and the gravity of their sacrifice. The use of a full orchestra lends a regal, timeless quality to the music, suggesting both the magnitude of the historical impact and the personal stories of those who fought and fell. "The Last Sunrise" serves not only as a backdrop for commemorative projects but also as a standalone tribute that invites reflection on the costs of conflict and the resilience of the human spirit.

The Last Sunrise

Lyrics where given through me by Goddesses as a message for you!

Path Of Love

Bandcamp

All That I Can Get

Health

It seems to me that many people these days make more effort to separate themselves from others than to compare themselves with others. Both are triggers for unhappiness, in my opinion, but it's something more than that.

This song has very few bass parts. Most parts use an 8-string guitar. This is the result of avoiding the competition between the bass and the area of existence. I did slaps, thumbs, tapping, and all sorts of other things. It took me a long time to finish the song because there were so many parts I had to practice and I had tendonitis....hahahaha

lyrics

Only those who are allowed to exist are allowed to exist in this town.
Those that are not will be eliminated from existence.
I am forgotten by time.
I distanced myself from you.

Who would need me?
Who will look at me?
There is no one alive in this world.
Only cold nights and attacks will come.

A whale as cold as blue steel is looking at me.
He says if he's tired of me then he can be done with it.
But I am not mine.
What about my family? What about my elderly parents?
I can't finish it on my own.

My consciousness fades away.
Many diseases are eating away at my organs.
But I won't be allowed to die for another ten years.
I have to be there for my family.

Who would need me?
Who will look at me?
There is no one alive in this world.
Only cold nights and attacks will come.

Every morning we are transported on a crammed train.
Someone steps on my foot. I also push someone away.
Someone please carry me to that distant castle.
someone please help me
Soldiers who cannot fight are carried away.
Where are they going?

Those No Longer Needed

Falling From Grace

Sarah Wallin Huff has enjoyed her work as a composer for concert halls and soundtrack work since 1993. Her original compositions have been performed throughout the States and abroad, including the Exeter Phoenix Auditorium in Devon, England; the Mosman Art Gallery in Sydney, Australia; the Zipper Hall in Los Angeles; and the National Opera Center in New York City. As a violinist, violist, and 6-string electric violinist, she has extensive experience playing with diverse ensembles, as well as performing on various recording projects, large and small.
- Multiple GMA medal award winner
- "Her music positively buzzes with energy…There is no doubting that Sarah Wallin Huff has a distinctive voice that is well worth hearing..." (Fanfare Magazine)
- "Her music is quite complex and unusual and yet…very easy to absorb and appreciate. There’s a lot to take in here…" (Baby Sue)
- "Sarah’s music has a classy, understated sound, yet it is baroque and ornate" (Artist Rack)

2: "Solace" (MIDI)

Sarah Wallin Huff

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