A spoken word performance piece with a jazz-influenced improvisation in the background. From the album Conversations After Midnight...

Our World of Longing

This tune was first released by Tom Jones in 1965. Performed on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: https://www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #422 by Tom Jones

There Is Nothing

We are at the crossroads
that will test our hearts

War, famine, and pestilence
shake us apart

People’s love will grow so cold,
Forgetting the way to light,

Broad is the path to destruction
Narrow, the way to life

[chorus]
Jesus is Lord, Jesus saves
Hosanna! 
To him, all glory and praise

We can all be like God
Is the serpent's lie

While we worship the work of our hands
In arrogance and pride

They tell us peace and safety,
Then destruction strikes

Broad is the path to destruction
Narrow, the way to life

Crossroads

Station 10 by John Hardman
Song written & produced by John Hardman
John - vocals, guitars, piano
Rob Boughton - EMS synth & backup vocals
(c)(p) 2024 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories
Artwork - Tristan Greatrex

Station 10 - John Hardman

WKND TURN UP

Raging in the jaws of the id,
Groups of electrons form lone pairs.
On the benches of Central Park,
Sad sewn mouths swallow the dark.

Dense groups of digital nomads,
Are lost in the chips of iPads,
Grim spreaders of the new plague,
Trapped in solitude's dark cage.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

At the time of the nuclear dawn,
Chernobyl apples in the town.
Bought as gifts with vengeful glee,
To poison foes and family.

How we misuse our earthly life,
A blade that cuts us like a knife.
Drowned in cycles of daily hate,
Lost on roads that twist our fate.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.
In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

I would like to travel back,
To the roots of my inner crack,
Facing my ancestral fear,
Exploring the ego's sphere.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

Horror Vacui

[ ChaMber Elevate ] DYB

Reality

A Quiet Sunday (Remastered)

Is It Really You?

Instrumental rock/ post rock solo project. All rights reserved.
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