Frolicking, 
In the dense aromatic Flelds of Summer,
Intoxicated by the air we breathe, 
and the gentle touch of playful jesters  
of catch me if you can, 
Through open fields of golden warmth, 
as we blissfully stumble into a bed of daisies 
drenched in the sweet taste of us.
Music and Poem by
Jennifer L. Jones
Music Dreams Productions
July 2025

Fields of Summer

Happy times coming , solo guitar, Washburn R305 parlor guitar.
Open D variation, D A D A D F#

Better days rag

The Dissuaders - Short Movie main theme. Now on Fetchflix

Williams works in a team of workers preventing suicides. Without judging and with a lot of compassion he try’s to save lives but it is a tough job and sometime depressing. How long is he be able to hold on to his mission.

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. And for those who did not get it, Fetchflix TV is also fictitious.”

Music: Syrel
Photography: Meta AI

Musical notes: This is a variation on John Barry's theme for the 1971 TV show The Persuaders!. It is a challenge that my colleague and great composer Serge Smulders gave me. I could not resist as that TV show was one of my favourite those years. However, may I say that John Barry synthesized version of that time is now a bit outdated. Nevertheless, a classic is a classic hence revisiting it.

The Dissuaders

an old song about something that happened a very long time ago

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Hey Billy, where are you?                  
Your mama wants you back home
Unlocked the door, walked into the night
Nobody knew you were gone
And I was just a kid myself
That cold September 1970
Little boy lost to a mean old world
It was the first time that death touched me
Where are you?                                   
Little boy, where are you?                     

The neighbors combed the streets and yards
The police they drove down
Brought his pillow out for the sniffer dog
As they searched their way through our town
A crowd gathers by the river's edge
Somebody yells, “Hey man, do you see just what I see?”
Face to the sky, he floats on by
It was the first time that death saw me
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Tonight, when I close my eyes, all our yesterdays, they're slipping out of view    
No one to pull us back from those twists and turns that we're heading to
Over 50 years have slipped away from a darkened day that no one can undo                  
No playtime or pretend, goodbye, my friend
I remember you

A man pulled him from the water
His mother's scream it echoed in my head
Remember, I was only six when I witnessed this
I couldn't read what the papers said
I felt the sadness stretched across the yards
As the season changed and the guilt came tumbling down
Our childhood games all rearranged 
Until it was our time to leave that town
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Esta es otra colaboración con mi amiga Stefy Mars (https://soundcloud.com/fefy-mars) Ya llevamos varias canciones juntos. 
En este caso, me paso su pista de voz. La troceé y fue tomando forma junto a mi instrumental. 
Voz y letra: Stefy Mars.
Instrumentación: DELAFLOR (Manuel de la Flor)
Producción, mezcla y mastering: DELAFLOR (Manuel de la Flor)

Tu piel (STEFY MARS and DELAFLOR)

The Beautiful Dark
https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark/tracks

Note: 'Psychedelic Dance Well Shadow' - is spelled downwards on the left hand side. Strangely, this form of writing does limit your scope, however it makes a decision for you on every line so in a way it can help your flow as you are forced into a foundation for every sentence and not left with thinking of everything each time for each line. You have direction. This can remove writing blockages sometimes. Having technical reasons that inspire can sometimes be as important as your intuition when deciding on an idea. The technicality you bring in can always activate your intuition so I'd recommend considering it as a kick starter if ideas aren't coming your way. Add to that, the technique  encourages poetic licence so gets the imagination running in different directions so it's excellent brain food

Lyrics
Psilocybin trance through neurons
Sync the web quantum entanglement
Young again mind has more crayons
Chase these cha cha whacky brain spawns
Hula do that dance of colour
Evolve our path with fungi fuller
Dendrites tuned tame speed of light
Energy cheered feeling bliss thats right
Liberty capped by reasoned subconscious
Cathartic relief

Dream express strong emotion
Alkaloid mine trip the mind
New neurological defined
Control where once we were told just opposite
Ecstatic grain drain brain must fit

Well of wonder escape tonight
Elated dance psychedelic delight
Live a little to love a lot
Like a lot stoic mind plot

Seek the shadows for the lessons
Håkan, high son soothes depression
Addiction go
Dent anxious gloom
Oratory muse
Well wonder womb

The Beautiful Dark and Well  -  Psychedelic Dance

Hi again, been a while !

After five years apart from composing and creating ; I tried to take the time and not pressure myself ; making what I like and do the "best". Experiencing the lack of imagination for so long is quite difficult but, in the end, you'll find a way in the ocean of melodies and mix it up to new pieces. I'm happy to find the path to creation again, after so long. Hope you'll enjoy this very new stuff.

Don't forget to like if you do, share if you can, comment if you want !

Cheers !

All music and arrangements by Rahab
Cover art by Rahab

Sensitive Entropy

This is inspired from a trip to beautiful Sweeden and its Lagom lifestyle. All is in the measure. Hope this gently swings for you.
Ok, Ok, you may be right
Ok, Ok , You may be wrong
Ok, Ok, The sun is bright
Ok, Ok, Everything'll be alright

Ok, Ok, you may be be rich
Ok, Ok you may be poor
Ok, Ok, Take it easy
Don't let the sun drive you crazy 

Ok, Ok, you may be black
Ok, Ok, you may be white
Ok, Ok, Don't get angry 
Ok, Ok, let's be happy (together)

Ok, Ok, you may feel down
Ok, Ok, you may feel high
Ok, Ok, don't you worry
Ok, Ok, let it be, the lagum way !

OK,  OK (you may be right !)

Original song by John Denver

You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

Annie's Song (live acoustic cover, orig. song by John Denver)

I am trying hard to come up with songs that are, for me, different. In this song two people meet, recognising a common feeling of loneliness, they go for a coffee and chat about their respective issues. Afterwards they agree to mee t again - cue for a follow up song - or two.

I have tried to work with an unexpected structure, short verses and longer choruses. AND staying away from cliche rhymes by actively staying away from rhymes altogether. I like it and although I found it difficult to stay within it's boundaries, I  have come to love the way I flowed from verse to pre -chorus to chorus. I really hope to complete the story in a trilogy at some time in the near future.

Better days rag

Don Jennings