A lovely piece …….. elegant and well arranged - really enjoyed this track! :)

An incredible classical piece...most uplifting in every way...love the various sections...so beautiful Dear Chanakyah XOXOXO

Magnifique composition, et superbe instrumentation. Félicitations +++

This song was written for anyone who is not able to be with the one they love. Being at a distance from a special someone means you have to find ways to stay in touch.

thanks to primcron 100 for writing the instrumental and asking me to sing on it.  The original title was cyber mile and that is how I got the idea for the lyrics. I thought of a couple in love who had to be in a long distance relationship

I wrote and recorded this over a year ago when we were still in lockdown so it really helped me to imagine what this would be like for such a couple.

be sure to support the version my collaborator put out which has over 2200 plays :)

Listen to in touch - The Cyber love ft(Mandy Alicia) by primcron 100 on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/QYBfg

In Touch - primcron 100 ft. Mandy Alicia

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered using Logic. 
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE in DADGAD Tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

Acoustic guitar instrumental.

Reunion

A tune from the WAG guys, reflecting the idea that love is, perhaps, the distillation and essence of what humanity is all about, Christmas, or other. Love finds a way, always. Let's not give up. Regardless of your traditions and cultural expressions of religious beliefs, love makes it all possible...if we want/will it.

Available for free D/L at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons   Track 12 from the album Nothing Special (Left Behind)
Lyrics:

Everlasting

The greater the suffering … the greater the peace
The longer you have to wait … the greater the weight

Love everlasting …

I see the blood of roses … out in the fields
Love everlasting

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Voulez…voulez…voulez…voulez…away

Love everlasting …

Voulez…voulez…voulez…voulez…away

All you need is the imagination to believe.

Wigmore:  Synths, percussion, production
Allen:         Bass, guitars, lyrics, vocals

Everlasting

All music written, recorded, performed, and composed by Jeffrey Lasky.  All rights reserved to Jeffrey Lasky 2023.

Cover art from my BFF Duff Davis.  Please visit him at https://soundcloud.com/bluegreenguitar

Airborne over Dearborn

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

I composed this music last year and I have to thank my friend S.Gurunathan who has programmed in Logic Pro X and Kumar who has done mixing  at Vishnu Studio.Hope you all like this.Thank you

Classic Melodious

An instrumental track created using layers of Guitars all played on my self built ‘Partscaster’, with Bass, Drums, Percussion and Choir.

© 2023 Dairv Dubbleyew

The Last Frost of Winter

I had this tune in my head for quite a while, and now I finally recorded it. It's always fun to take new approaches to the recording process. It's certainly not as clean and polished as it could be, but there is another version in the works with the Laybow-legacy studio project. 

lyrics:

look, it's the sun that's coming back to shine
even the rain has never felt this fine

and the trees turn back to green
all the colours that you haven't seen for a long time
this past time, fading
to make place for a new day
a new scent is calling
and I will be falling in love again

look, there's a new bird in the sky
circling upward like it never got that high before

and the flowers in the street
so many faces new to meet
all our paths that intertwine
like the bees back to the hive
build another piece of life
like the bird that got so high
it's the only way to fly

always in springtime
a new scent is calling
I will surely be falling
in love again

v2; some vocal corrections

A Song For Springtime

Dear friends, our summer is coming soon!
My little Granddaughter inspired me - she claims that new babies are miracles!!

Approximate translation into English 

Summer in Sweden

When our summer it comes here - to our country
to our town - then all the children want to go out
but what are they going to do there - they are running around
and they climb trees - and when the evening comes they fall asleep so sweetly
But when the sun wakes up again, the little miracles come out

But something is happening now - very sad
everything gets wet - but the children don't care
but it might be fun for them - something new is happening
They scratch each other - and when the evening comes they fall asleep so sweetly
But when the sun wakes up again, the little miracles come out

Has anyone cycled in the rain - great fun
lovely splash - but what do they say when kids get home
it may not be easy - to explain to them
why everything is so dirty - but when the evening comes the children fall asleep so sweetly
But when the sun wakes up again, the little miracles come out

In Swedish
Sommar i Sverige

När vår sommar den kommer hit - till vårt land
till vår stad - då vill alla barnen ut
men vad ska dom göra där - de skuttar runt
och dom klättrar i träd - o när kvällen kommer de somnar så sött
Men när solen åter vaknar då kommer de små miraklerna fram

Men det är nåt som händer nu - jätte trist
allt blir blött - men det struntar barnen i
men det kanske blir kul för dom - det händer nåt nytt
De kladdar på varann - o när kvällen kommer de somnar så sött
Men när solen åter vaknar då kommer de små miraklerna fram

Är det någon som har cyklat i regn - jättekul
härligt stänk - men vad säger dom när man kommer hem
det blir kanske inte lätt - att förklara för dom
varför allting är så skitt - men när kvällen kommer barnen somnar så sött
Men när solen åter vaknar då kommer de små miraklerna fram

Sommar i Sverige (Summer in Sweden)

Not far from Jena, in Thuringia, there is small village hidden in the forest, a valley away from through roads. It’s called Tautenburg, this year it celebrates its 800 th anniversary.

Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) spent his summer retreat there in 1882, walking, writing on „Die fröhliche Wissenschaft“ (translated as "The Gay Science",  „The Joyful Wisdom“ or „The Joyous Science“).
And awaiting the arrival of Lou Andreas-Salomé (1861-1937), a widely travelled Russian writer, narrator, essayist and psychoanalyst.
 
The refrain quotes a short poem he wrote to her. (translation mainly by machine)

The picture shows: View of church tower and castle spire of Tautenburg.

A Big Thank You to Zeralda for playing these wonderful keys and rhythm section.

Waiting For Lou

1
The old trees
Not so many as there used to be
The castle spire
The church tower
The old vicarage
A hand on the wrist
Distant chainsaws shriek
Did not always exist
Is that something that I missed ?

ref
„No longer back ? 
And not up there ?
No path 
For the chamois either ?
So I wait here 
And hold fast, 
What eyes and hands 
Let me grasp
Five feet of earth, 
Dawn
And below me - 
World, man and death“

Now I sit here 
Now I sit here…

Is there another path ?
Is there another path ?

2
The view axis
The early morning dew
The birds singing
The strained breath
And the rest on the bench
The bustling activities
The longings
The desires
Unspoken (2)

ref + out
„No longer back ? 
And not up there ?
No path 
For the chamois either ?
So I wait here 
And hold fast, 
What eyes and hands 
Let me grasp
Five feet of earth, 
Dawn
And below me - 
World, man and death“

Now I sit here 
Waiting for Lou to appear (2)

Is there another track ?
Will Lou be coming back ?

Waiting For Lou (collab wt Zeralda)

Symphony 37 'The Return' Op. 350 
written in Senheim, Germany in April 2024. 

A circular journey, the traveller returns eventually to the starting point but with new perspectives: nothing is the same as it was. 

There are four movements: 
1: The Journey 
2: Distractions 
3: The Stars 
4: The Return

Symphony 37 'The Return' 2: 'Distractions'

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 creating my tracks using Logic Pro . Thanks for listening!:

Classic Melodious

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