Name: Dancing Under The Moonlight by Serole in Instrumental Serole
Duration: 3 min 38 s
Description: The moon is up in the sky,the weather is perfect to have a dance with the person you love. You offer the hand and start moving your feet together with the stars tickling the romantic blue sky

Interesting use of dissonance, it throws of balance the rhythm of a waltz-like combination, almost like the couple dancing are a bit intoxicated, but still, lovely melodies and harmonies. [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

I write original music mixing classical elements with electronic ones. 
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Instrumental Serole

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Think about the world

The moon is up in the sky,the weather is perfect to have a dance with the person you love. You offer the hand and start moving your feet together with the stars tickling the romantic blue sky

Dancing Under The Moonlight

* MY ROCK *

New song from the new album "Moonlight Rites"

José García - Guitars, keyboards, composition
Guest members:
Mikel - Vocals
Kïaslwn Brød - Bass

Moonlight Rites

The Trees Rite

Beats Working's debut album - remastered 2022,
Cover by Ivan Berryman
Songs and production by John Hardman
Vocals & guitars by John Hardman
(p) Swamp Records UK 1986-2023 all territories
(c) Swamp Music UK 1986-2023 all territories

Life On A Wire

Won't Leave Again

Won't Leave Again remaster 2022 by Beats Working (John Hardman)

The reality is distorted: everybody moves at different speed and still interacting to each other. There's a fear of the unknown but at the same time the excitment of it. There's only one thing to do: stand in front of that door and see what's beyond it and every time there could be a different surprise but time is ticking and there's so much to uncover.

Sliding Doors

Imagine how someone would feel with a broken heart. What they would say to it, a farewell to the feelings they'll never experience again because the wound is too deep so the only thing is to celebrate what made them feel alive.

Eulogy for a Broken Heart

Eulogy For A Broken Heart

We were very good friends. Sometimes a word can be misunderstood and leave room for incomprehension that could harm the strongest friendship. The stupid ego poisoned our relationship. It's sad to see where we got considering all the things we went through together. We shared great moments and wonderful conversation. We should have been more sensibility in handling our last conversation but you know what? Past is past and we are still friends.  At the end dialogue can solve and overpass every issue.

You're Still My Friend

The sound of nature getting ready for the winter time can have some magic in it. Even Fallen leaves can give you vibrations that can make you feel warm inside, wrapped in a cozy hug.

Fallen Leaves

It's a Rolling Stones song but I know the Townes Van Zandt version just as well. Here is a vid of this performance:
https://youtu.be/IlnZ3aj_yi8?si=40h43RQCFDiDMQ4v

Dead Flowers (live cover)

What if you were on an exotic island with a perfect temperature, with a gentle breeze, falling asleep on a hammock and having a wonderful dream?

Sunset Dearm

Sunset Dream

Words and vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, June 2024, all rights reserved

Music: Paul Foss 
Copyright © Paul Foss, June 2024, all rights reserved
Contact: paul@paulfossmusic.com

Cover art: Starship Ahoy! by me with a bit of help from AI. 

Words 
She was on the street, talking to the cars. 
Her long silver hair down to her waist, uncombed, 
Her eyes faded, washed out from all she’d seen 
since she’d been born, all those tears ago. 
The drivers sped on their blinkered course.
But there was a monk passing through 
and he heard her words as they tumbled out 
in guttural tones, hoarse with rye and rue, 
“The only difference between history and mythology
 ...is that myths are true.” 

He thought her insane, a lunatic, 
that she would swap mere fairy tales 
for the annals of the scribes of kings.
But he stopped and turned his ear 
just in time to hear her reasoning: 
“History is written by the victors, 
to bring the newly-conquered into line 
with stories dripping in falsehoods, 
while myths are parables drawn in the stars, 
that contain universal and eternal truths.” 

Then it unfolded on the screen of his mind’s eye:
A vision of myths like arks... sailing the seas of Time 
and containing, deep in their submerged holds, 
guidance about the meaning of our human lives 
which are fractally yoked to cycles that drive us all
along life’s winding and eventful course. 

Those who came before us ... they knew 
that not even the greatest cataclysm on Earth, 
nor the comings and goings of different rulers, 
could cause these starships to slip their moorings, 
or for their navigators to lose their bearings, 
along the voyage of the archetypal hero 
from his stable berth in a lunar mansion, 
around the stars of the firmamental ocean.

So they penned a chart on that vast canvas, 
in dots of silver ink against the obsidian blackness. 
It was a work of genius: these master mariners 
charted the whirlpools, the sirens, the sea serpents ... 
all the trials that we, as the hero, must survive 
on the way to unlocking the doors of perception 
until our reincarnation into our own lives. 

Such wisdom was being shouted in the streets, 
freely, for all to hear ...but most stayed unaware
just why, like this wise witch talking to the cars,
we all may be in the gutter, 
but some of us are looking up at the stars.

Starships

Alles so schön bunt hier drinnen...

Welcome to my mind

Feels Like Home

Closed till further notice
The medicine man is gone, long gone 
Thought i wouldnt notice 
But wreckless weekends make me feel its all gone wrong

Young age with old skin 
The streets are made of needles n pins 
Set the stage for servered limbs 
A beast once a beauty made it far today
There she lay slain 
Doused in blood n rain
A beast once a beauty made it far today .

Head first diving in the wastleand
My heard bursts searchin for the reminents 
Fed up it hurts blood all over my hands 
My loves gone clueless how im even standin 


Fell from every single livin thing 
Now im just a puppet on a string 
Gazin up at where i used to sing 
Everyone is careless in this town gone wrong 

Now im strung out, battered and abused 
The only way to keep me cruising on 
With nuthin to gain nuthin left to lose  
Is throw me out n kill the will that keeps me strong 

Head first diving in the wastleand
My head bursts searchin for the reminents 
Fed up it hurts blood all over my hands 
My loves gone clueless how im even standi

Diving in the wasteland (acoustic)

Medallion

Let the music make your emotions flow... 
Classically trained pianist and composer. All the music I write is original and it has a meaning. My goal and hope is that my music can touch souls. Music is life and I express what my heart whispers to me.
Instrumental music and piano music is what you can find here. About the genre I’d say new age, modern classical, contemporary…. I hope you enjoy it ☺️

Dancing Under The Moonlight

Serole

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