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Histoire d'une invention  - chap. 6 : L'atelier

River Meets The Sea.

Ian Greaves

If I Knew More

Something like a quarter of the people you looked at today will have some form of mental health issue this year.

Far more than that will be seriously impacted by the mental health struggles of their loved ones.

I made this for someone very special.  

Seemed more honest done in one take.
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Glide Path

Breaking of the snow
Turns my head, to face the west
Where memories play for show
They never rest.
Eyes are clouding down
The more I hide, the less I smile
Saddest clown
For miles and miles.

Portrait of my face
Staring back, from times long past
The blackest space
Where my shadow’s cast.
Conversation stalls
Me and I, in fractured sense,
Childhood’s pall
On emotion’s fence

And where from here?
And when to there?
And what of fear?
And who should care?
And why the tears?
And whose despair?
And how to see,
What once was me?

Water kissing salt
Cry of pain, dissolves my mind
It’s all my fault
Crevasses of the conscious kind
Sharpest form of dark
Biting hard, my ego’s lip
Laser stark
As focus slips
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Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash

Glide Path

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

The schoolyard

The boys played marbles, the girls jumped rope 
It was springtime, early may
Mrs Milgram was very convinced
She told us of our sins
And then we dropped the stone

The schoolyard was just a hole
The teachers left us alone
Finally through 
In the end no one knew,
but the blister and the poking

The schoolyard

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man Project
Vocals & lyrics : Janne Hennie

Lyrics:

I will never forget the very first time we met
You were my little sweetheart
Thought it would last forever

Does anything last forever?
Maybe the answer is no
Love will come, love will go
Time will tell, cause we don't know
What appears in the future
Love can pop up everywhere
So I will love you today
That is all I can say to you..

Na na na....

So let us enjoy today
With lots of love both ways
From early morning to the night
With tomorrow out of sight

Does anything last forever?
Maybe the answer is no
Love will come, love will go
Time will tell, cause we don't know
What appears in the future
Love can pop up everywhere
So I will love you today
That is all I can say to you...

Na na na...

I will never forget the very first time we met
You were my little sweetheart
Thought this would last forever

All we have is right now
Can't promise anything more
Right now I am truly yours
Thats all I can say for sure

Does anything last forever?
Maybe the answer is no
Love will come, love will go
Time will tell, cause we don't know
What appears in the future
Love can pop up everywhere
So I will love you today
That is all I can say to you...

Na na na...

Does anything last forever?
Maybe the answer is no
Love will come, love will go
Time will tell, cause we don't know
What appears in the future
Love can pop up everywhere
So I will love you today
That is all I can say to you....

Today

Happy funky song with fat funkbass, electric piano and solos for sunny horns: sax, trumpet and baritone.

sunny horns

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.
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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.

Glide Path

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