When you finally understand the villain and agree with them;

Excellent stuff. You have to be one of the most eclectic artists on this platform.

Absolutely lovely. Well-recorded and warm.

Hello guys on SoundCloud, very nice to see you again!
It has been a long time since my last release. Many things happened and gone away around me. And the world can never stop changing, I feel like I’m standing in a storm. 
This is the song of such stormy,confusing world , hope you’re all safe and well.

Lyrics 
Bringing back
Streaming inside
To walk around
Both of your hands

Breaking down
Fall on ground
Grabbing your hands up
Breath again

Now when we hurry out tomorrow
 (never tell you that)
Better way to soon
( take me to the place)
Just one more time together
If we out of tomorrow away 

Left behind out 
Waking crowd
Blowing wind
Where you go
(All fake world)
Let me heard out
Crossing inside
Whisper then
I know your lie
(Don’t look back)
We know your lie

Written, sung by Chihiro MATSUMOTO (JETTT)
Acoustic and Electric guitars played by Chihiro MATSUMOTO ( JETTT)
All the arrangements by Chihiro MATSUMOTO (JETTT)

Out Back Storm

He stands in twilight
at the gates of the new city's walls.
A strange dawn stirs on the blade of the meridian.
The last city smolders in the distance. 
His footprints in their soft dust craters
trail behind him 
and alongside are the drops of blood
that let astride him.
He hears the distant hounds.
A breeze lifts and covers his tracks

but through the gate
he peers, for now.
The city begins to awaken and come to life.
The bakers, the artists, the carpenters
and the elite, merge into one citizen
smiling on their paths.
He looks upon the road
leading to the private houses
and figures silhouetted above the sills.
Laughter from within their walls. 

The sunrise catches the apex
of a pearled pagan statue, where paths converge
and his eyes divert upon it. 
He stands until the sunlight reaches her eyes of the East.

Hecate waits, standing in stone, without faltering
in three-form. One face by light.
Two others by shadow. In each hand a torch
and the others hold a serpent, a key.
He is entranced by a momentary paralysis

and he imagines the future, unraveling to the North
past the mountains, overlooking the new city.
Her reflection in his dark eyes reverberates between them infinitely.
Sage burns. A hex lifts. The ghosts like petals drift.
The gravity of the morning moon, still in the sky, lifts the dew.
The blades of grass bend toward the celestial.
He begins to cry, and his eyes are then clear.

Two guards near, and begin to call out.
He returns down the path and takes a new fork
up into the overgrowth and throngs of thorns.
Up the mountain, he wades, unflinching and finds a clearing.

He sets up a camp between the cities.
Overlooking the distant landscapes
the smoldering old, and the glow of the new.
He speaks to the night phantoms, and coyotes
who dare not near
and the black fountain to him, speaks of method and form 
like wine. A moth flutters into the light and heat
to invoke a change. 
Geese pass overhead, a transition
at the threshold of season.
He watches the fire, the night long, and the hounds bay.

He douses the embers, for the ashes to fractal
meet root, and rise again.
Broken and delirious, he sees a vision
of the frog at the well
at the edge of the underworld, aflame.
It clings in silence, to the scales unfair.
Tempting darkness to near. 
He reaches out, with hand weak
and it dives, escaping wet into the cosmos below.

Sending ripples through the stars.
He looks down at his reflection until the water stills
and in that moment, his mirror splits to twin.
He looks up, but no one is yet there beside him.
A premonition. A last black hope.
The mountain grows cold.
He cries out as he awakens.

Words by Riley Robinson

I. Venus in Pisces

Jessica Bains Brown - Synesthesia (24bit Aminor).mp3

Bonehead, op. 17
(more of a serenade than a pavane.....but who cares)😎

Pavane for Guitar and Strings in B minor, op 17

Tom Régnier https://soundcloud.com/tom-r-gnier approached me with a beautiful piano piece and with the words 'Kiss Me Goodbye' to ask if I could make a song lyric out of this. After receiving my short sung part and having superb contributions from Jussi Welin https://soundcloud.com/juswel (Guitars and guitar arrangements) and Georg Boehme https://soundcloud.com/georg-boehme (Flute & Horns), Tom described it more as a journey than a song and I think he is right.
Painting by Paul Cézanne.


Kiss me goodbye
Now is the time
For us to part
Let it show
With all of your heart
Kiss me goodbye, let me go

Kiss Me Goodbye - Tom Régnier & Friends

A little bit of tropicana to warm up a cold damp UK afternoon!
Thank you always for your kind reposts plays and playlists!!!

Primavera

I wrote this piece last year, shortly after I had come to my 75th birthday, and as my 76th is fast approaching, I thought to share with you this piece now......
I hope you will like it...


Les 75 Ans

Please excuse me for coming up with something new so quickly.

Tomorrow marks the 22nd anniversary of the death of French actress Marie Trintignant, who was beaten to death by her boyfriend, Bertrand Cantat, on 26 July 2003.

Some people will have seen the Netflix documentary about the case and will therefore also be familiar with the media and public debate at the time. This was a broad and heated discussion, as if the categorisation of such a brutal killing was a matter of opinion.

After that, one might have gained the impression that those who prioritise conservative values and traditional social and family roles tend to view domestic violence as an interpersonal tragedy rather than an unequivocal act of violence. ‘Arguments happen in even the best families.’ – ‘Doesn't an argument that gets out of hand often come from both sides?’ – ‘Did the victim overstep the mark and provoke an overreaction instead of making a diplomatic concession?’…

22 years have passed since then. In that time, #MeToo has emerged, alongside all kinds of discussions.

A lot of noise. A lot of media. A lot of talking-is-the-new-doing. But nothing has changed, apart from the number of reported cases of domestic violence, which continues to rise to this day. Whether this is because more and more offences are being reported instead of concealed is massively irrelevant:

In Germany, one woman or girl is beaten, abused or victimised by her partner or a male family member every single minute of every 24-hour day. According to official reporting statistics, this only happens every three minutes. What is clear, however, is that someone dies from their injuries almost every day.

The murder of Marie Trintignant is repeated every day.

There are many explanations for this. Psychological, social, political, and personal, to name a few. After all, we are living in an age of digital polyglotism where everyone has an answer to everything. Somehow, what you can explain is easier to accept. So, let’s talk about acceptance.

The number of car thefts registered in Germany each year amounts to around one sixth of the reported cases of domestic violence. The number of domestic burglaries is less than half.

What would happen if the number of domestic burglaries doubled, or if the number of car thefts increased sixfold? There might also be discussions about the thieves' psychological state of emergency or their possible negligence, provocation or shared guilt. But first and foremost, everyone would agree:

'This has to stop! We must stop it by any means necessary! … Zero acceptance!"

Is a stolen car, despite insurance reimbursement, really more painful, shocking and unacceptable than a woman being dragged through her flat by her hair?

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Lyrics, music and production by ©Hans-Michael Albers. Vocal performance by suno4.5

video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kn16cxiq-64

Google translation:

I won't let you rest
It's the only reason you're hitting me
To get revenge for all your frustration
You just have to do so

It's not even good for you
But what are you going to do with your anger?
It's all my fault
I'm pushing your patience to the limit

Your pain should be mine
I deserve to feel it
You give it my face
So it can break me instead of you

What nobody sees or hears
It destroys the perfect world
Whenever it bangs
I wanted it that way

Only because of me do you see red
And because of me, you beat me to death
Only because of me do you see red
And because of me, you beat me to death

I would have liked to live
How I felt, how I moved freely.
One last pain, one moment
Then it's over, happy end

Ich hätte gern gelebt

Sad Love ( Beautiful Cinematic Instrumental)- اجمل موسيقي مصرية

Beneath the Aether

Shadow Empire

When i'm not playing video games....
...i listen to and create Music.
I get into everything: Abba to Zappa...Grindcore to Gershwin...Nine Inch Nails to Nina Simone...Mike Oldfield to My Bloody Valentine to Miles Davis
  I LIKE MUSIC....composing and listening   😎
For the record: I am a keyboardist and sometimes drummer. About 90% of  the keyboard work is me actually playing a Yamaha Midi keyboard. Now you know...

Pavane for Guitar and Strings in B minor, op 17

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