Realy cool play and the photo...too..!!!!

Many feelings in this piece ! Nicely done !

Very nice piece and lushly way of playing.

Very beautiful piano ... nice symphonic layering!

Perplexe

Sometimes we lose those we've loved the most. As I write this (in October/November 2023) it's beyond painful to witness the scenes of grief and loss countless others are experiencing in our world in wars, seemingly, without end - where the powerless always suffer the most. It makes any attempt to give voice to one's own personalised sense of loss seem self indulgent. But in the hope that one grief observed, though only a drop in an ocean, can add something to the pool of human sympathy at a time when it's so sorely needed - a song of farewell:

"And so the final scene
Where fancies all are slowly stripped away
Who knows what might have been
Had fate been kinder to our dreams
But no regrets - our hearts were true
And in the end it's all that matters
Old friend adieu - I'll wait for you
Somewhere beyond the blue" 

With many thanks to:
Carolina de la Muela (lead vocals)
Yann Marc (cello) Jovana Krazic (violin)
Simon Gibson - Abbey Road Studios (Mastering)

And not least, a little inspiration from J S Bach (BWV 998) -  a never ending font of inspiration, is old Bach. Vielen Dank JSB

Music Vid Link: https://youtu.be/GSX2YRUfGPY?feature=shared

Somewhere Beyond The Blue Dave

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

I love collaborating with K.M. Ende! She is a pure musical genius and one of my favorite collaborators. 

Enjoy her fabulous tracks here:  https://soundcloud.com/km_ende

Belly Deep

You are made
from the marrow 
of the profundity
of bones
living without the
Certainty of vision
But the promise of 
Eternal life
You are the primordial soup
Of your own making
Eat wisely and reap
from 
the belly deep.

Belly Deep Featuring K.M. Ende

We welcome your feedback!

Composed, produced & performed by Srouly Frank

Ups and downs

While we work on the vocal version, here is as a preview the instrumental version, of one of my most personal songs and which be the turning point in the future concept album

Legacy (instrumental version)

Poem: Emily Jane Brontë 

Oddrun Eikli: vocal and vocal composition https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli
Torbjørn Vagle: Instrumental composition, piano, bass, synth, drums&percussion https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv
Arne Hiorth: Trumpet and trumpet arrangement https://soundcloud.com/arnehiorth
Photo: Oddrun Eikli
Cover: Vetle Vagle
Mix: Torbjørn Vagle
Mastering Njål Frode Lie https://www.nflproduksjoner.no/

The mist and the landscape evoke memories of the poet's childhood, and she longs to return to the time when she felt safe and happy under her father's roof. There is also an acknowledgment that a time has passed, and the melancholy that something will never be the same.
Thank you from heart Torbjørn and Arne for this collaboration. 

Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.

O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
And near the old hall door

I watch this cloudy evening fall
After a day of rain;
Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall
The horizon's mountain chain.

The damp stands on the long green grass
As thick as morning's tears,
And dreamy scents of fragrance pass
That breathe of other years.
Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Upon The Hill. Torbjørn Vagle. Oddrun Eikli. Arne Hiorth.

UnBoxed February 2024
Song by New Order (1983)
Original recording, vocal performance and acoustic guitar by the exquisite Elizabeth @sin-crawler
Reimagined and embellished by OUT OF THE BOX

[ d o w n l o a d a b l e ]

Blue Monday (Featuring Elizabeth)

Just You And Me

Just You and me

Words and Music by Edvard Grieg
Vocals and Instrumentals by Layna Claunch

Der Winter mag scheiden, der Frühling vergehn,
der Sommer mag verwelken, das Jahr verwehn,
Du kehrst mir zurück, gewiß, du wirst mein,
ich hab es versprochen, ich harre treulich dein.

Gott helfe dir, wenn du die Sonne noch siehst.
Gott segne dich, wenn du zu Füßen ihm kniest.
Ich will deiner harren, bis du mir nah,
und harrest du dort oben, so treffen wir uns da!

The winter may wane and the springtime may fly and the springtime may fly
The summer may depart and the year may die and the year may die
To me thou wilt return, thou art mine soon or late art mine soon or late
I gave thee my promise and faithfully can wait, and faithfully can wait

God watch over thee at the dawn of each day at the dawn of each day
God bless thee every time that thou kneelest to pray that thou kneelest to pray
I will tarry here for thy coming my love thy coming my love
Or if thou wait'st in heaven I'll meet thee there above
I'll meet thee there above

Solveig's Sang

21 May

Composed, produced & performed by Srouly Frank

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