TwentyFirstCenturyMedievalWorld

Yea I know it’s  better
Than it’s ever been before
With all the  technobabble things
That we all vie for 
Like wi-fi and internet
Google this and Uber that
And here’s one thing you can’t forget      
We’re still
In a twenty first century medieval world

Now apathy’s an atrocity
A plague on the society
Acceptance and obedience
Feeds the endless greed

Like billionaires in rocket ships
Carrots hanging from a stick
And here’s one thing you can’t forget  
We’re still
In a twenty first century medieval world
Medieval world

Solo

Genuflection
Masters of the Universe
By the grace of God
Oh Buck Rogers

One generation to the next
Ad nauseam
begone you old bad habits
So we carry on
To live a life without the threat
Of crazy wars or massive debt
And here’s one thing you can’t forget  
We’re still
In a twenty first century medieval world
We’re still
In a twenty first century medieval world
medieval world
med-ie-val-world

TwentyFirstCenturyMedievalWorld Redux

© Joe Liberty 2024. All rights reserved.

DownTheRabbitHole

To all the poor of spirit
The meek, the ones who mourn
Those who thirst for justice 
Unfettered by the scorn

Yours shall be the kingdom
The mercy and the win
Known too as the children
Of the beginning and the end
The beginning and the end

Ah rockem sockem, now it’s like this
If I may I be so bold
First world problems, sink or swim
Do the Rigamarole 

De facto mojo, just for love        
Well waddaya know about that
Oneness lies within plane sight
Do the Rigamarole 
Down the rabbit hole

Ah come on now

Down the rabbit hole
Do the Rigamarole

Solo

The stars that sparkle 
In the night 
Fade away into day light
As morning heralds in 
A brand new day

No it’s not rocket science
Just misunderstood 
Don’t wanna fret but can’t forget
Though I wish I could
Knock, knock, knock on wood

To the salt of the earth
That lights  up the world
From the dawn of time
Of the eternal Grind

Here comes the Welcome Wagon
With the rubber soul
The greatest story ever told
Down the rabbit hole
Do the Rigamarole

Ah come on now

Do the Rigamarole
Down the rabbit hole

The stars that sparkle 
In the night 
Fade away into day light
As morning heralds in 
A brand new day

DownTheRabbitHole

đir kroz limb(demo)

disconnection's grace

Words and Music by Roger Whittlesey. Arranged by Whittlesey and Audric Jankauskas. Guitar and synth by Jankauskas. All other sounds by Whittlesey. ©2024

Dear Reader, 

What is existence? Who made time? Is there a governing force? These are questions that cannot be answered with any certainty. Humankind has spent thousands of years creating stories to answer these questions and there are as many answers as there are cultures. 

When something good happens, there is a tendency for some to thank a deity. But what about when something bad happens? Some will say that this event was the deity's doing too, and that it is all part of some grand plan. 

I prefer not to twist myself into a pretzel attempting to apply logic to what are leaps of faith. And so, I follow science as it attempts to get closer to truth. In this song, I apply—in a whimsical way—a religious trope (Say Amen) to what is my secular belief. I encourage all to follow their own beliefs, whether sacred or secular. I cast no aspersions no matter what your beliefs, so long as those beliefs do not impinge upon the beliefs and freedoms of others. 

My special thanks to Audric Jankauskas for joining me on this song. His immense talent as a guitarist may be known to those of you who have heard him play on several of my other songs, but you should also know of his great musicianship, arranging and compositional skills. Audric added those beautiful angular lines toward the end of the song, which I think are so cool. 

This has been a great summer for me. I've had the opportunity to collaborate with at least 12 other musicians—talented players and singers from all around the globe. The autumn approaches, but the music will continue—I still have much more music that I am eager to release. 

Thank you for your continued support.

All My Best, 

Roger Whittlesey
August 2024

Say Amen

Entangled

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco

Autumn Tears

Wake Up Under Water

Well, technically, this should be titled "Half-prelude in C Major, Interlude in G Major and Prelude (again) in C Major", but never mind that, I had fun making this little tribute to one of the old masters. See (or listen) if you can recognize the melodies in the middle :)

EDIT: It has come to my attention that the Minuet in G Major, included in the middle part, was (not so) recently found to be actually composed by Christian Petzold (1677-1733), not Bach. So, this is a tribute to him too, I guess.

†ॐ

Based on "Prelude and Fugue in C major, BWV 846"
Music composed by Johann Sebastian Bach
Arranged by Thomas O'Higgins Horna
Produced at Kolima Forest Studios.

Cover image retrieved from Fine Art Images
Edited by me.

This track is not to be used to train AI.

Prelude, Interlude und Epilogue in C Major

STBB 110 BPM Mix1

Une nouvelle chanson, dont le thème pourrait se laisser décrire ainsi : quand dans la vie le soir descend, la musique cligne encore et toujours vers ta jeunesse : elle est en ce sens un surplus de vie, comme lorsque le soleil décline , mais offre un surplus de lumière en cueillant une orange sur l'arbre du soir
 PAROLES
LA VOIX D’UN ANGE

Dans ma vie le soir descend
 A cela rien d’étrange
 Le ciel passe à l’orange

Entre les arbres, derrière la grange,
 On dirait la voix d’un ange.

Ne cherche pas à donner le change
 Ecoute plutôt les doux échanges

Le soir descend, la ville s’endort,
 Après la nuit viendra l’aurore 
Dans le silence de minuit
C’est bien l’ange qui sourit.

Ne cherche pas à donner le change
Ecoute plutôt les doux échanges.

Dans ma vie le soir descend
A cela rien d’étrange
 Le ciel passe à l’orange

Sur le chemin derrière la grange
 On dirait la voix d’un ange.
____________________________________________________________________________
THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL

In my life the evening goes down
 There is nothing strange about this
 The sky turns orange

Between the trees, behind the barn,
 It sounds like the voice of an angel.

Don't try to change the situation
 Listen instead to the sweet exchanges

Evening descends, the city falls asleep,
 After the night will come the dawn
In the silence of midnight
It is indeed the angel who is smiling.

Don't try to change the situation
Listen to the sweet exchanges instead.

In my life the evening goes down
There is nothing strange about this
 The sky turns orange

On the path behind the barn
 It sounds like the voice of an angel.

la voix d'un ange

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A Sacrifice To The Gorlock (Free Download Open Collab Track A)

Thomas O'Higgins Horna
Aspiring film composer.