PJ Morton Cover. Home recording by Quelonius Karol"

Claustrophobic

Short & Sweet

Dantian

Hank Chill - Conqueror

'Headlines and Other Distractions' a bright Jazz Fusion track inspired by the ceaseless noise and distraction on what is presented to us as "news". Lies, propaganda and spin. 
Alan
 

Headlines and Other Distractions

This is a song I had to write . My wife of 30 years Gill has a rare condition which has made me her main carer , we used to be party people , but sadly that is no more . Going out is such an effort as she has lost the sense of balance , there is no cure , and it's getting worse !
So I do music when I can slot it in around caring for Gill , but I love her and I will continue to care for her , hence the song title ! But on the plus side we do laugh a lot , we always have .
Phew , that's the sad stuff out of the way ! Next up is me and Kim with a dark gothic rocker closely followed by me , Dave Cooper and Axel Menningen with a country classic , then me and Gaz Brownie with a belter , and loads more to follow !
Thank you so much for listening , it means the world to me !
Here's the links to me and Charlotte's album
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

[Verse] I see your eyes they hold the weight The storms you face the hours late But here I stand through thick and thin I'll hold you close let love begin

[Verse 2] Your hands are tired your heart is worn Through every trial we’ve been torn But I won't let the shadows stay I'll light your path I'll clear the way

[Chorus] I’ll care for you when you’re feeling small I’ll lift you up when you start to fall Through every tear and every fight I’ll be your strength your guiding light

[Verse 3] The days are long the nights are cold But every story’s worth being told I’ll carry you through every test You’re my heart and I’ll give my best

[Bridge] Even when the skies turn gray Even when hope feels far away I’ll stay steady I’ll stay true Every step I’ll walk with you

[Chorus] I’ll care for you when you’re feeling small I’ll lift you up when you start to fall Through every tear and every fight I’ll be your strength your guiding light

Care For You

Recorded home studio and completed at Amplified Studios, Carlsbad CA, July/August 2025
Lead guitar : Fog City Fogey
Mix/Master: Marc Polit of Amplified Studios 

LYRIC

Where once I found delight
Reached out and held it tight
I nod in passing
Nothing here is lasting
Let cherry blossoms fall

They will return next spring
That’s the important thing
Falling from each limb
And though I’m not there to see them
They will still be seen
And though I’m not there to join you
Please raise a cup or two for me

Where once the world spun round
But we could hold our ground
Now we go whirling
Tumbling and twirling
No railing we can grasp 
We hear others calling
Fumbling and falling
Every breath a gasp
But we can’t stop for someone else 
We have to save ourselves

Where once time trickled by
Now it goes streaming/speeding by
And we’re swept away….




where once...

sax "remix" of an open collab offer by Paul:
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/reflective-open-collab-offer-paploviante
 Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
joerxworx: Tenorsaxophone, a little Post-processing , final Mix & Mastering
Image by Manfred Loell from Pixabay

Reflective by Paploviante / joerxworx sax remix

A new song......My story of my school years. I was generally happy in my life through grade three. But then came the 4th grade. Glasses provided some visual clarity , but what came with it ...the name calling ,bullying off and on through high school. Anxiety, introversion and shyness would be my shadows throughout. The chorus are thoughts which ruminated in my mind through high school graduation.My life did  not begin to turn around in a positive way until my first job then junior college. Music helped me along the way and has been a positive , driving force in my life until this day.

Lyrics:

My early story is a question to ponder 
Why am I here? What is this life?
Born in the year nineteen hundred and fifty-six
A small baby, held warmly in the kitchen light
I saw happy faces, they were mom and dad
A house full of laughter, a cradle of what I had
Toys on the floor, summers that felt like gold
A little world of comfort where the future hadn’t been told

At five I began school with new clothes and shoes
Learning to count, learning to sing the rules
Everyone smiling, other children’s hands to take
Recess like heaven, every friendship is at stake
Three years rolled on and more games to play
Little victories stack up day by day
There was a promise in pencils and in rhyme
I felt the world was steady in this careful time

Why am I here, with the sun on my skin?
What is this life, where do I begin?
Fifty-six questions humming softly in my mind
I’m looking for answers, just passing the time
Why am I here, when does this road unfold?
Born with a story, with hands to hold

Then grade four came in like a shorthand storm
Anxiety crept where the sunlight was warm
I couldn’t see the distance, the letters blurred and spun
My chest filled with questions I could not outrun
My teacher glanced over, eyes soft and kind
I sat in the back, quiet, with a restless mind
Not learning at the pace, the others seemed to keep
Just a kid with a secret, and the hurt buried deep


Then came the discovery, what a joy to see
Glass on my face and the world came free
Suddenly the print was a mountain I could climb
Colors had edges, and the clock kept time
But joy can be sudden and delicate as glass
“Hey four eyes”, the cruel words came to pass
Those years got lonelier, laughter thinned to gray
Anxiety and stress came quietly to stay
                                                                 
My first love was sweet and new
Playing games with a shy smile and trembling view
Learning became a ladder with some rungs too far
Teachers leaned in, tried to patch every scar
They noticed the lag, and called me aside
Offering extra patience, they walked me through the tide
Joined another class where the pace was kind
Holding on to something that I couldn’t find

I learned about courage in the classroom’s ordinary light
How to be small and still stand up in the night
Warm and loving family, their voices a thread
Holding up the questions that circled in my head
I practiced my letters like prayers to a door
Hoping each stroke would open something more
The world was both gentle and sharp with its knife
And every small survival felt like life

Now when I look back at that little room of toys
At the small boy learning how to love and make noise
I keep asking the questions, not always to solve
But to let the mysteries gently evolve
Why am I here?  Maybe to keep asking still
To meet the next sunrise on the top of a hill
Born in nineteen fifty-six, I carry the light
Fifty-six questions, and a will to write.

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
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Fifty-Six Questions

Today I celebrate. Today is a day of celebration. The day of the 40th track. I have come a long way from the first to the fortieth, a huge journey. There were those who were with me from the first moment, step by step. There were those who stood by me along the way. Along the way, I received support, recognition, and friendship. I will be forever grateful to this community, for everything.
Cover photo from my great friend: www.instagram.com/bergarpi
Listen it on my youtube page: https://youtu.be/85x3MJ0Wh20?si=GtdtmC7PjAk0xhGA

Leer

Broke my rot.... Decided to write one about the heart and it stuck. Had a good few days of everything I tried sounding the same and needed that reset ❤️‍🔥 Thanks Heart 🫡

If we are lucky enough to grow old it will beat around three billion times and pump 159 million litres of blood through itself and around our body. What a beast 🫀
I'm trying to make sense or pay homage to the filterer it is for morals. In conjunction with a well wired head it's the feelings in our chest that work with the brain it seems to deliver our morals and absorb and deliver that well felt empathy we share. I guess it's our experience of pain and pleasure that we know and the love we have for eachother which allows that empathy flourish solidifying our shared morals. Or we let apathy mute it. Either way its the shared experience that delivers them to us and the natural knock on effect of us knowing we don't like pain and knowing others don't either... so ego aside... Morals should be the easy bit haha!
What happened.... 😆



Heart

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Huge human heart
Filterer of feelings
Fear sent below
Love flow to cranium ceilings
Three billion beats
Spark to grim reaper
One million barrels as blood pump speaker

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Humans of heart
Beings of brave
Lumens like lark
Virtuous made
Body seer of moral
The feeler of feel
Fuelled well being of wise
Good stealer of steel

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Governor of grief
Body seer of empathy
Good decider of right
If mind tend peremptory
Four chambers chime
Tuned to physical realm
Feeder of conscious through feelings to helm

Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat
Heart
Beat

Heartbeat
Beat deceit
Heartbeat
Be that empathy
Heartbeat
Beat deceit
Heartbeat
Be that empathy

Heart

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