Rambling Beauty/The Wise Maid

Month 13: November 25 - December 23

Letter: R

Tree: Elder (Ruis)

Analogue: Dissolution

A waterside tree that keeps its fruit into December, the elder was previously associated with wise women (witches). It was thought that cradles should not be made of elder, but of birch, the tree of inception. Graves writes that the elder was thought to be the crucifixion tree, and that various cultural artefacts and practices indicate a long association of the tree with death.

Celtic Tree Calendar Month 13: 'Winter Woman' by Anne-Marie Kennedy

Logan Braes

Pièce instrumentale composée et produite par Didier Ganache. Instrumental piece composed and produced by Didier Ganache.
Copyright © 2022 Show Devant/Ganache Didier. All rights reserved. The reproduction of the music herein contained is prohibited without the express consent of the author.

Show - Devant

A new composition.......

Lyrics:

In the garden of dissonance
The truth wears a mask
With sirens of chaos
Dancing like puppets on strings


The towers of greed rise 
As the rich sip their wine
With a smile so deceitful
The truth is lost in the air.


What a pitiful world
A charade of confusion
Pawns on a chessboard an unending game
The dark show is ready to begin, and the hypocrite bends.


Fury and anger are raging
Is this all really serious?
The nightmare that haunts us
Feelings stuck in this circus, just trying to feel.


The fools and the kings try to rule the world
In the quiet of the storm, the truth is silent
Amidst all the madness we must resist
Before this land is forever broken

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Mastering and Production by Tom Hanson

Dissonance (Remaster)

Raindrops fall like a sweet ballet 
Our shoes soaked but we’re here to stay 
Spinning ‘round in puddles we find 
A rhythm only our hearts can bind 

Moonlight whispers

I wrote this piece last year, shortly after I had come to my 75th birthday, and as my 76th is fast approaching, I thought to share with you this piece now......
I hope you will like it...


Les 75 Ans

A shadow whispered
Soft and low
The rope it swayed
The wind did blow
A promise made in the moonlight’s glow
But hearts like clocks
They break
You know

We danced on graves
We drank the sky
No one told me love could lie

The hangman’s noose
It swung for two
Love’s bitter end
A knot we drew
One step forward
Then we’re through
The hangman’s noose
It swung for two

The hangman’s noose .mp3

Riding that camel can be risky.

2005 Washburn R305 parlor guitar, 1928 Gibson A2 mandolin, 2 tracks.

Ride that camel

A breakout from city to country living isn’t always the ultimate cure for life stresses, but usually comes with benefits.

Chris on vocals, playing a Martin D15 & a Recording King Steel Resonator.

Audio Engineering: Chris O

Dirty Boots      copyright Okunbor, C. (APRA)

The grass grows greener on a distant shore,
But then the rain’s gotta pour down a whole lot more.
You can run away from trouble and hide from strife,
Find more rainbows in a distant life.

When you leave my boots outside the door,
Your worries at the back porch floor 
You leave your dirty, muddy boots outside the door.

Never been to heaven but some folks say,
We’re living in a land of milk and honey.
Get some animals. Plant some trees,
And I’ll sing to all the stones in a mountain stream.

When I leave my boots outside the door,
My worries at the back porch floor 
I’ll leave my dirty, muddy boots outside the door.

Sorrows may come and fears get sown,
Troubles start rattlin’ the old home’s bones.
Well the rain may patter and the rain may pour,
But the sun’s gonna’ shine down a whole lot more.

I’ll leave my boots outside the door,
Worries at the back porch floor 
I leave my dirty, muddy boots outside.

Never been to heaven but some folks say,
We’re living in a land of milk and honey.

Ride that camel

Don Jennings