The origin of the main theme of this prelude is a progression I came up with while working on the Fantasy and the Nocturne in the same key. It couldn't fit in, but I found it very beautiful and had fruitlessly tried to find a composition where it could find a home. 
I admit it took me too long to realize that a new composition can be made from it, and it also took me too long to realize that another theme (the second one in the Prelude) I made at that time fits almost perfectly. All in all, I'm extremely pleased with the final result. 
There are almost jazzy (a friend had even said proggy) elements that work unusually well with the dark, almost folkloric ambiance.

Prelude for Piano, F-sharp Minor

Prize to all

Let to Smail

Home is the place where we live.
Home is the place where you learn to forgive.
Home's where you build up your fire.
Home is the place where you crawl up inside her.
Down in the night.
It'll be right.
In the morning.

Home is the place you belong.
Home is a place where you can't stay for long.
Home is the time at your side.
Home is the place where you play out the ride.
Dark is the night.
But it's all alright.
In the morning.

Give me some time.
Get my ducks in a line.
Though we're all short of time.
Take me home.
Faded or not
I'll be taking my shot.
Trying to stop this rot.
Take me home.

Home places logs by the fire.
Home is a place where you're joined up with wire.
Home is a light in the dawn.
Home is the piled dirty clothes you have worn.
Meanwhile, there's the night.
Turn off the light.
To them all.

Give me a throw.
Get my ducks in a row.
We'll be watching them go.
Take me home.
I'm fading away.
But won't sink into grey.
It'll all be okay.
Take me home.

Give me some time.
Get my ducks in a line.
Though we're all short of time.
Take me home.
Now faded or not
I'll be taking my shot.
Trying to stop this rot.
Take me home. 

They said that we'd never make it.
What do they know?
Girl, we never made it.
Lost in the night.
Worked out alright.
Now, will you please take me home. 


Home

One night, stranded in LA after a gig with a dead phone and no bus in sight, a stranger offered me a ride. Though hesitant, I trusted my intuition and accepted. They turned out to be kind, sharing life advice that stayed with me. 
The song, inspired by that experience, explores how, even in a world where fear and caution are necessary, we still yearn for connection and trust. It’s a reflection on the beauty of unexpected human bonds, vulnerability, and hope — a message that feels more urgent than ever.
 
The song was co-produced with the late Jesse Colin Young (of the 60s hit Get Together), and was recorded live in the studio with legends Laurence Juber (Grammy-winning guitarist for Paul McCartney's Wings), Kenny Aronoff (John Mellencamp), and Jorgen Carlsson (Gov't Mule).

Lyrics:

Verse1

Summer skies and neon signs
But I was lost in the night
You called out, but no reply
Coz you seemed suspiciously nice

Verse2

Nothing else was in sight
And I kinda needed that ride
Something told me I'd be alright
But (I) had to think twice, I wonder why

Prechorus

In a world of deep blue riptides,
We build our walls up high
But don't we wish and hope to God we find
Find a little sunshine

Chorus

You could be my perfect stranger, You and I
don't you think our crossing paths (is) a perfect sign
I could be your perfect stranger, You and I
And we could find a little sunshine

Verse3

I get too stuck up sometimes
I say I'm doing just fine
coz if I ask for help it might
Make 'em think I'm the weak type

Prechorus

In a world of deep blue riptides,
We build our walls up high
But don't we wish and hope to God we find
Find a little sunshine

Chorus

You could be my perfect stranger, You and I
Don't you think our crossing paths (is) a perfect sign
I could be your perfect stranger, You and I
And we could find a little sunshine

Bridge

Passing by,
I see the diamonds in the sky
I see them in your eyes,
All this time
Didn’t you realize
We have found that light

Chorus

You could be my perfect stranger, You and I
Don't you think our crossing paths (is) a perfect sign
I could be your perfect stranger, You and I
And we could find a little sunshine

You could be my perfect stranger, You and I
Don't you think our crossing paths (is) a perfect sign
I could be your perfect stranger, You and I
And we could find a little sunshine

A Little Sunshine

Take off! These chains are falling away.
There's a message in your morning I just can't face.
I lay myself down, and I dream.
One day, there'll come a moment I can't breathe.

Lift off! I'll never follow you home.
Won't you give me Hill and Valley where I can roam?
A little corner for my peace.
This town has gotten dirty, and I can't leave.

There must be somewhere I should be?
There must be something I can't see?
There must be something I could take?
There are so many rules to break.
I throw it all away.

Hold up? You're old. Not feeling so great.
True, I see your storm clouds gather, and I'm tempting fate.
You don't leave any space to dream.
Left it all behind, just wasted behind the scenes.

There must be something I could be?
There must be someone I can see?
I'm running out of pills to take.
It's just another rule to break.
I throw it all away.

Get up! I will not be on my way.
You can wait another lifetime before I fade.
You see, my field is evergreen.
I still think in terms of what I've yet to see.

Take off! These chains are falling away.
There's a message in your morning I just can't face.
I lay myself down, just to dream.
One day, there'll come that moment I won't breathe.

There must be somewhere I should be?
There must be something I can't see?
There must be something I could take?
There are so many rules to break.
I throw it all away.

There Must Be Something

Though the night is so dark and full of fears.
It won't get any easier through the years.
I was getting tired in your shoes.
I was feeling lonely, fed up, used.

Turn me out again...
That's it, lights out, my friend...
Turned me off, be warned.
Well, I'm gonna sidestep up and out of this storm.

Just one more to take the edge away.
Just a taste of sugar, a lighter end to your day.
I was getting tired of your rules.
I was getting bored and feeling blue.

Maybe I just need escape.
Maybe I was feeling great.
Maybe I was looking out.
Maybe I was crying out.
Ever think I know who I am?
Ever think you wanna get some?
Everybody seeks admission.
Everybody's going missing.
I was getting tired of your blues.
I was feeling washed up, old and through.

Turn me out again...
That's it, lights out, my friend...
Turned me off, be warned.
Well, I'm gonna sidestep up and out of this storm.

I was getting tired in your shoes.
I was feeling lonely, fed up, used.

Turn me out again...
That's it, lights out, my friend...
Turned me off, be warned.
Well, I'm gonna sidestep up and out of this storm.


Lights Out

What do you wanna be?
Can the sunshine live up to your needs?
Course: the river run free.
Will the forest provide from within?
Where you once held the key. 
Now they all tell you, just let it be. 
You refused to look up
You can't learn everything from a book.

Save up for me.
Save it till last.
Save all that nonsense. 
It's all in the past.
The dust blows away.
And all that remains...
The sunrise on sunday morning's past.

What do you wanna do?
It's been years since we dropped out of school.
Let's pretend, there's no rules.
Now, we all lack the requisit tools.
As we're struggling through.
We're without any clue what to do.
And the winter winds blow.
As we start to pick out where to go.

Save up for me.
Save it till last.
Save all that nonsense. 
It's all in the past.
The dust blows away.
And all that remains...
The sunshine on sunday morning's past.

In the darkened great hall.
Stands a man who is fifty feet tall.
And he programs the news.
To decide how to deal out the truth.
Now you catch but a glimpse.
Never seeing enough to convince.
Though they gilded your cage.
You can't take anything for the rage.

Save up for me.
Save it till last.
Save all that nonsense. 
It's all in the past.
The dust blows away.
And all that remains...
The sunshine on sunday.
Save it for me.
Save it till last.
Save all your nonsense. 
It's all in the past.
The dust blows away.
The memories fade.
Like rain on a Sunday morning.


Home

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