Frederick and Catherine

Frederick said, “Now listen, Kate,
When I’m back, I’ll want a plate.
A steak, some ale, a dinner fine,”
“Oh sure,” said Kate, “it’ll be just divine!”

Kate’s heart is big, her plans are grand,
She does the best with what’s on hand.
Sometimes things go quite astray,
But Kate, she finds another way!

The steak sizzled hot, the dog snuck by,
“Where’s the steak?” Kate cried, oh my!
She chased him hard, she ran so far,
While the ale kept pouring into her jar.

Kate’s heart is big, her plans are grand,
She does the best with what’s on hand.
Sometimes things go quite astray,
But Kate, she finds another way!

Now all that ale had spilled on the floor,
So Kate spread flour to hide it more.
“It’s clean and neat!” she said with pride,
As Frederick stared, his eyes open wide.

With buttons bright and gold in a row,
Frederick warned her, “Don’t let them go!”
But Kate traded all for plates galore—
“Oh, they’re nice!” she said, “and more, and more!”

Kate’s heart is big, her plans are grand,
She does the best with what’s on hand.
Sometimes things go quite astray,
But Kate, she finds another way!

So down the hill went butter and cheese,
To help the trees with scrapes and needs.
The nuts and vinegar followed too,
And Frederick sighed, “Oh, what did you do?”

Up in a tree to hide from thieves,
Kate threw down the door, her grandest heave!
The thieves ran fast, the gold was saved,
And Kate and Frederick both were amazed!

Kate’s heart is big, her plans are grand,
She does the best with what’s on hand.
Sometimes things go quite astray,
But Kate, she finds another way!

Take One -- Frederick And Catherine (Grimm's)

The Little Peasant

Once there was a peasant small,
In a village rich and tall.
Dreams he had, though coins were few,
To own a cow, to see it through.

Oh, dreams may dance on simple ground,
From little hopes, great joys are found.
A wooden calf, a plan so fine—
Sometimes truth walks a crooked line.

The calf was wood, brown-painted bright,
To graze by day, stand still at night.
When stolen gone, he made a plea,
And claimed a cow—unexpectedly.

Oh, dreams may dance on simple ground,
From little hopes, great joys are found.
A wooden calf, a plan so fine—
Sometimes truth walks a crooked line.

With no food left to keep it fed,
They salted meat instead of bread.
He took the hide, with schemes anew,
And tricked the miller out of stew.

With each sly turn, he rose again,
Swindling folk not once, but ten.
And in the end, he gained it all—
The poor man laughed, the rich ones fell.

Oh, dreams may dance on simple ground,
From little hopes, great joys are found.
A wooden calf, a plan so fine—
Sometimes truth walks a crooked line.

With barrel tricks, and flocks of sheep,
He left them drowned in water deep.
Now peasant rich, and village gone,
He claimed the day with a clever song.

Oh, dreams may dance on simple ground,
From little hopes, great joys are found.
A wooden calf, a plan so fine—
Sometimes truth walks a crooked line.

Take One -- The Little Peasant (Grimm's)

Embark on a soulful journey with "Change Is My Companion" by Socratezzz, a harmonious collaboration penned and composed by the talented Christopher Saleh, awaiting your discovery on SoundCloud.

Dive into the ebb and flow of life encapsulated in the heartfelt lyrics. Explore the essence of change, not bound by judgment, but by our very actions and responses that shape our destinies.

In a melodious chorus, embrace the ever-shifting sands, infusing every endeavor with the pure essence of striving hearts. The pursuit of perfection, though elusive, breathes life into a world waiting to be awakened.

Change Is My Companion

YordBound is an original Viking inspired song I wanted to explore. This was a lot of fun.

Yordbound

Winter's Chill

Mother Goose lyrics extended by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown

Cold and raw the north wind blows,
Stirring up the deep, deep snows.
Through the hills and fields it sweeps,
In every crack, the frost it creeps.

In windows thick with icy lace,
The morning breathes a chill embrace.
Whiskers form on every tree,
The world as still as it can be.

Jack Frost is out with brush in hand,
Painting silver across the land.
He whispers tales of winter's cheer,
That only come when nights are clear.

The brook has stilled, its ripples froze,
While daylight's weak and pale light glows.
Birds huddle close, the deer draw near,
As all prepare for winter here.

Children gaze with shining eyes,
Watching snowflakes twist and fly.
Each one dances, a tiny sprite,
Draping hills in winter white.

Snow coats roofs and dusts the ground,
Each footstep makes a crisp, sharp sound.
In woolen wraps, the world holds tight,
Safe in winter's gentle bite.

Though chill may bite and winds may moan,
Winter’s beauty is its own.
Snowflakes flutter, light and fair,
Winter's wonder fills the air.

Main Characters
Jack Frost, the Snowflakes, and Children

Summary
This poem describes the magical arrival of winter, where Jack Frost transforms the landscape into a winter wonderland. He paints trees, blankets the ground in snow, and creates a quiet beauty. The creatures and children experience the season’s magic, watching nature adapt to the frost. The poem captures the essence of winter's beauty and peaceful chill.

Nik Bear Brown – A contemporary poet and lyricist, Nik Bear Brown is known for storytelling that fuses traditional folk themes with modern insights, particularly in ballads and narrative songs.

Winter's Chill (Mother Goose)

Frankenstein, Letter 2, March 28th, 17—

Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus converted to lyrics by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown

How slow the passing of time does feel,
Here in the frost, as I collect and deal,
Gathering men with courage untold,
For the voyage to secrets in lands so cold.
I have no friend, no voice or cheer,
No soul to share in hope or fear.

I long for one with a kindred heart,
A soul who would play an equal part.
To lift me up in loss or pride,
In whose eyes I’d find what words confide.
But here I wander, alone in strife,
Through seas that mirror my lonely life.

For this one friend, I thirst and yearn,
A guide to ease this fervent burn.
My dreams are grand, unbounded, bold,
Yet they lack the warmth of a hand to hold.
An ardent fire, and a poet’s drive,
But no friend to keep these dreams alive.

My mate on this venture, a man of steel,
Possessed by glory, and courage’s seal.
A mariner known for kind command,
A noble heart, yet rough as sand.
I hold his tale of honor dear,
A noble spirit, none to fear.

Winter’s grip has now grown weak,
And soon the waters I shall seek.
The path unknown, but fate is sealed,
A call to lands where light is veiled.
Though doubts and shadows haunt my mind,
To venture forth I am resigned.

The mystic sea calls to my soul,
An endless wave, a distant goal.
I cannot halt, nor turn away,
From danger’s path and mystery’s sway.
So fare thee well, my sister dear,
In distant lands, I vanish here.

Main Characters

Captain Robert Walton
Margaret Saville (Walton’s sister)
Walton’s loyal yet rough mariner
Summary of the Story
In this letter to his sister Margaret, Captain Walton reveals his struggles as he prepares for his Arctic expedition. With courage and purpose, he has gathered a crew of brave men, but he laments the absence of a close friend to share in his triumphs and challenges. Walton describes the profound solitude he feels, despite his determination. His heart yearns for companionship, yet he forges ahead, committed to a path of exploration and discovery. Haunted by his dreams and driven by the lure of the unknown, Walton resolves to face the uncharted North, despite the inner longing for human connection.

Nik Bear Brown – A contemporary poet and lyricist, Nik Bear Brown is known for storytelling that fuses traditional folk themes with modern insights, particularly in ballads and narrative songs.

Frankenstein, Letter 2, March 28th, 17—

Frankenstein, Letter 3, July 7th, 17—

Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus converted to lyrics by Nik Bear Brown
https://soundcloud.com/nik-bear-brown

I write to you, my sister dear,
From lands so far and skies so clear.
The voyage goes well, my spirits high,
As stars and icebergs drift on by.
My men are strong, their hearts are bold,
And none yet tremble from the cold.

We sail beneath the summer's breath,
In latitudes that brush with death.
The sheets of ice, they float and gleam,
A danger close, like some dark dream.
Yet winds blow warm, they push us fast,
And grant us hope the fears will pass.

No storms or tales have I to share,
Just simple gales, a leak laid bare.
The sea unfolds a path of might,
Beneath a sky of day and night.
So forward now, with calm intent,
Across the waves, my heart is bent.

For why should not success be mine,
With guiding stars and fate aligned?
The pathless seas I conquer still,
With heart resolved and iron will.
What could deter the hands of man,
When heart and stars work hand in hand?

So, Margaret, trust my strength and way,
And think of me in distant bay.
I feel the thrill of what’s ahead,
Though fear and doubt in me are dead.
To you, my sister, blessings fall,
As heaven guards us, one and all.

Main Characters

Captain Robert Walton
Margaret Saville (Walton’s sister)
The loyal, fearless crew of Walton’s expedition

Summary of the Story
Captain Walton writes to his sister Margaret, assuring her of his progress and safety on his Arctic journey. As he and his crew sail through treacherous northern waters, Walton describes the floating ice sheets that pose a constant threat. Nevertheless, his men remain courageous and unwavering in their mission. While he acknowledges the dangers, Walton is driven by an unyielding resolve to succeed, supported by the guidance of stars and the warmth of summer winds. His steadfast determination to conquer the unknown reflects his belief in human perseverance and triumph over nature’s formidable obstacles.

Nik Bear Brown – A contemporary poet and lyricist, Nik Bear Brown is known for storytelling that fuses traditional folk themes with modern insights, particularly in ballads and narrative songs.

Frankenstein, Letter 3, July 7th, 17—

Quenn Grubuna ait olan ancak Russian Army Choir grubunun da seslendirdiği "Show Must Go On" şarkısının Türkçe'ye çevrilerek Suno.AI ile yeniden yorumlanmıştır. Bu şarkıdaki tüm beste, söz ve düzenlemeler Quenn Grubuna'e aittir. Tüm telif hakları saklıdır. İzinsiz kullanım, paylaşım veya çoğaltma durumunda yasal işlem başlatılacaktır. Şarkının veya sözlerin izinsiz kullanımı halinde gerekli adımlar atılacaktır. Lütfen emeğe ve yaratıcı sürece saygı gösterin.

Russian Army Choir Gösteri Devam Etmeli (Türkçe)

A track written in the lead-up to the 2024 nightmare. In the tradition of The Last Poets, J G Ballard and Joy Division. PS If you like this, you'll probably lean towards this
https://soundcloud.com/radiokaragarga/welcome-the-mongul
Another stroll through the carnage of dystopia but written and recorded in 1995.

America the Hydra

Strange fruit hanging
From the popular trees
Muslim Jew Black
Could be new on me
 Say they stand for Justice 
but they kneel on necks. 
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
Who’s gonna be next?

America  the Hydra 
America the brave 
cocking an Uzi as you sell lemonade
America the Hydra, 
America the scared 
kids go to school with wills prepared

Second amendment
Keeps me secure and safe.
Get out of my driveway.
Unless you want to be waste-

Ted riding shotgun on
Highway 95.
He’s stopping for no one 
Coz he knows he’s right.

Got a  60 tonne rig
Of jet fuel and glory
Soon the whole world’s
Gonna know his story

America the Hydra,
 America the con, 
The President’s a smirking 
gold-ringed Don.
 America the Hydra, 
America the scream,
Romans by the wall 
shooting up morphine


Lady Liberty scratches at veins
Bugged by meth and QAnon games.
Uncle Sam waltzes kids down the aisle.
Let me show you how to hate with a smile.

Can’t control our body weight.
So we’ll control the border.
Get the dog sniffed up.
We’re bringing law and order.

America the Hydra, 
America the mad
Oxy and apple pie
With God in the bag

America the Hydra 
America off rails
Sucking the star spangled banner
As the empire flails


Fingernails stream Fox News
Twenty-four seven
I scroll cannibal clips 
I’m seething in heaven

Zoom down rabbit holes 
to echo chambers, 
We spread  coded secrets 
Like  Intimate strangers

Facts dont matter when 
clicks mob the truth
King capped Kennedy
 in a  Detroit telephone booth

America the Hydra 
America the free
Shrieking lifted skirts 
and  liberty
America the hydra 
America the new
That knock on the door 
could it be for you?

America the Hydra

Lee Frank: voice, words and musical direction.
Aidene: sung voice and violin.
Remi: organ.
A spoken song composed whilst travelling along the coastline of Papua New Guinea from Port Moresby to Sepik River via Rabual. How 19th century London and bordellos appeared as a source for this song in that setting  I'll never know. Kudos to Aidene  (https://soundcloud.com/aidenearia) and Remi for magnificent understanding and patience. Their musical skills are exemplary. 

Take Me To the Whores of London

Esta velha Angustia

Эта песня — тёмная, страстная и глубокая история о любви, боли и внутренней борьбе. Она пронизана мрачной романтикой, контрастами света и тени, силы и уязвимости. Лирика отражает сложность души, страсть без сожалений и силу эмоций, которые невозможно удержать. Это музыкальная исповедь о том, как любовь может быть одновременно вдохновением и разрушением.

Я видел её глаза

Эта песня — чувственная ода любви, стремлению быть ближе, раствориться в любимом человеке и подарить ему всё самое лучшее. Лирика переплетает мечты, страсть и нежность, создавая глубокую историю о поиске, отдаче и желании соединить два мира в одном. Каждая строчка — это эмоция, каждая нота — это дыхание.

Вечность на тебя смотреть затаив дыхание. 
А потом дышать, дышать тобой за приделы вечности. 
Разделить с тобой все мечты, победы, страдания 
И кайфовать от твоей любви,..  безупречности.

Сколько секунд до тебя осталось? 
Сколько миллиметров до твоей глубины? 
Чтобы семя моё в тебе зарождалось, 
Я подарю тебе самые нежные сны. 

Я подарю тебе своё море, стихи и звуки 
И яркий закат в котором умер поэт, 
Чтобы держать тебя крепко, нужны сильные руки, 
Но для начала нужно выйти на след. 

Выйти на след.
Я не могу... 
Я никак не могу

Любовь

Я не  могу

Я не могу

Эта песня — искренний крик души, история о любви, утрате и попытке найти себя среди боли и воспоминаний. Она говорит о желании раствориться, начать заново или исчезнуть, когда чувства становятся слишком тяжёлыми. Лирика, наполненная глубокими образами, рассказывает о борьбе между сердцем и разумом, о надежде и отчаянии, о поиске смысла в потере. Каждое слово здесь — отражение того, что скрыто внутри.

Уйти так, чтоб навсегда остаться,
Раствориться б в тебе или в весне. 
Что нужно, чтобы больше не влюбляться?
Наверно поселиться на луне. 

Взмахнуть крыльями упасть на дно, 
Забери меня море!!! Я очень устал. 
Мой арганизм надёжный принцип домино, 
Если без любви то значит наповал. 
 
Быть тенью, исчезнуть среди фонарей,
Молча глядеть, как уходит рассвет.
Не верю в спасенье от этих потерь,
Меня больше нет... меня больше нет....
Меня больше нет... меня больше нет.

Догореть огнём, раз суждено гореть,
По разным тропам идти, сойтись в одной точке. 
Выздороветь тобой и никогда не болеть, 
Найти себя на нежном алом цветочке.  

Выбросить белый флаг, не сдаваться,
До победного крепко к груди прижать.
Что нужно, чтобы больше не влюбляться? 
- Не чувствовать, не верить,не дышать,

Не чувствовать,не верить, не дышать...

Меня больше нет

Эта песня — нежное признание в любви, наполненное романтикой и ощущением вселенской связи. Она о том, как слияние двух душ стирает границы времени и пространства, превращая каждое мгновение в уникальное чудо. Это история о космосе внутри отношений, о радости быть вместе и тоске разлуки. Каждая строчка — это глубокий вдох, каждое слово — биение сердца.

Как хорошо с тобой, родная и как не очень без тебя,
Время так странно тает, словно вязкий и липкий сон.
Когда вместе - мы вне системы, обрЕзали провода,
Обесточили всё вокруг и отправились в унисон. 

Я знаю, я твой Гагарин, ибо ты космос мой,
Нас как-бы и нет, но мы всё-же непременно случились.
Льёмся рекой, летим рассветом, стоим горой,
Две сияющие половинки, мы просто... влюбились. 

Мы растворяем границы, нет больше "я" и "ты",  
В каждом дыхании — вечность, в каждом взгляде — история мира.  
Ты — моя неизбежность, источник бескрайней мечты,  
С тобой каждый миг — как чудо, которое нас повторило.  

Радость, как хорошо с тобой, и как не очень без тебя,
Время достало... ограничения, барьеры
рамки, границы,
Смотришь в окно, но видишь ли ты там меня?
Вот мои молекулы, разлетевшиеся на частицы.

Ты и я

Эта песня — нежный и глубокий монолог, пронизанный тоской, надеждой и верой в силу человеческой близости. Это история о том, как сказка становится спасением, а слова — нитями, связывающими нас с тем, что важно. В ней звучит желание найти свет в темноте, услышать, что ты не один, и поверить в чудо, которое мы создаём сами. Мелодия и текст словно шепчут: "Живи".

Расскажи мне сказку
Расскажи мне сказку о том, что я всё смогу, 
что однажды ночью, стоя на берегу,
руку твою сжимая в своей ладони, 
я увижу, что мир не рушится и не тонет, что не рвутся цепи, не падают якоря… Расскажи мне сказку, правды не говоря, 
расскажи мне сказку сильнее того, что есть… 
Не бывает чудес иных, кроме тех чудес, что мы сами себе напишем и создадим... 
Расскажи мне, что я остался здесь не один.
что я остался здесь не один.
не один.


Расскажи мне сказку, что ночь между нами не тянется в вечность,
Что в каждом падении есть своя бесконечность.
Расскажи мне сказку, где боль — это часть любви,
Где каждый удар сердца — это крик: «Живи!»
Расскажи мне сказку, правды не говоря, 
Что нужно только дожить до одиннадцатого сентября
Что ветер размотает тайный узор паутин
Расскажи мне.....что я остался здесь.... не один.
что я остался

Расскажи мне сказку

some real sad poetry shit but we moving on

Dearly Departed

Aural worlds without number. RKG is a sonic venture interweaving music, sound, comedy, audiobook extracts, film dialogue, poetry, interviews, soundscapes and goobledegook.  Thanks to  Bill Laswell and Bob for keeping the faith. As Bob says ""I had no song in my repertoire for commercial radio. I sang about debauched bootleggers, mothers who drowned their own children, Cadillacs with only 5 miles to the gallon, union hall fires, floods. Darkness and cadavers at the bottom of rivers wasn’t for radio. There was nothing easy-going about the folk songs I sang. They weren’t friendly or ripe with mellowness. They didn’t come gently to the shore." NB Formerly Radio Karagarga. from the website Karagarga and produced by members musiclova and desertglow.

My unmatched perspicacity coupled with my sheer indefatigability makes me a feared opponent in any realm of human endeavour

Nik Bear Brown – Known for his unique storytelling style, Nik Bear Brown fuses traditional folk themes with modern insights, especially in ballads and narrative songs.

Nik Bear Brown is a songwriter seamlessly blending the roles of poet, lyricist, and digital artist to craft immersive sonic experiences.  Nik Bear writes new songs and novel arraignment's of public domain classics. With a deep appreciation for the power of words, he weaves intricate narratives and evocative imagery into his lyrics, capturing the essence of human emotions and experiences.

Embracing the digital age, Nik utilizes cutting-edge electronic tools to enhance every facet of his music. From manipulating his vocals with innovative effects to exploring unique arrangements, he creates a rich tapestry of sound that elevates the poetry within his songs. This fusion of traditional poetic elements and modern technology not only amplifies the emotional depth of his work but also invites listeners to engage with his artistry in new and exciting ways.

Over the past three decades, my journey as a poet has been an exploration of life’s myriad experiences and emotions, meticulously woven into verses that capture the essence of the human spirit. My name is Christopher Saleh, and I am delighted to present to you a collection of my poetry, transformed into demo songs and narrations with the hope of catching the attention of the music industry’s finest.

Through these pieces, I aspire to bridge the gap between written word and musical expression, crafting a unique blend that resonates deeply with audiences. Each poem has been carefully adapted into demo songs, capturing the heart of my original words while exploring new dimensions through music. My vision is for these demos to inspire our favorite singers and musicians to create fully realized, all-human versions of these songs, bringing them to life in ways that only the heartfelt touch of talented artists can achieve.

The creative process behind these demos was both challenging and rewarding. While AI tools have played a role, achieving a result that truly represents my artistic vision required countless iterations. From selecting the right instruments and determining the perfect tempo to blending various genres, every detail was fine-tuned to ensure the final product felt authentic and true to the spirit of my poetry.

I invite you to embark on this journey with me, to listen and experience the transformation of my poetry into songs that I hope will touch your hearts and souls. Your support and interest mean the world to me, and I eagerly look forward to seeing where this creative endeavor will lead. Thank you for taking the time to explore my work, and I hope you find joy and inspiration in every note and word.

New tracks tagged #poetry,