｢調整 ~ ADAGIO ADDOLORATO」

Concept music for a scene of a graphic novel. Part 1 of 4.

Music written, produced, performed, mixed and mastered by Thomas O'Higgins Horna.

Cover art: "Die drei Lebensalter der Frau" (1905) by Gustav Klimt. Edited by me.

This track is not to be used to train AI.

RECONCILE

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© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Fire drops walls can’t  protect
Filthy water that will infect
Bleached bones in the midday sun
Shots rattle from a distant gun
Into the trailer single file
Another misplaced juvenile
Stench is strong as heads are bowed
Tightly packed no bags allowed

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

Dipping under rusted wire
Leaving the frying pan for the fire
Slip down to the rugged shore
Face pressed to the salty floor
Push against the currents force
Whispering voices plot a course
Waves crashing as you start to slide
There’s no sign of the other side

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand

Dirty bandage fallen slack.
Hands burnt from the last attack.
Biometrics have been destroyed.
The guard looks tired and seems annoyed.
Status can’t be verified
Documents won’t be supplied.
Ushered off to the holding cell.
Your latest twisted living hell.

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

EARLY BRIGHT

PROMISED LAND

A pulsing layered rock dirge about being stuck in the eating utensils of giants or unnoticed between the typeset of discarded newspapers. Bat! Bi! Hiru! Lau! We've all been there!

From the album LATITUDE BERA available at https://brittapejic.bandcamp.com/music

Latitude Bera

Between the Tines

Original song by Phil Dutton & Les Corlett.

Lyrics...
I've lost my heart for good now, I loved you night and day.
You took my love for granted then you threw it all away.
To tell the truth it hurts me now that you're not here.
This lonely road I wander that I've been on for years.

I rise alone each morning see what's become of me,
I rise, I cross the table and grab a beer or three,
I drink away my sorrows for about an hour or two,
It's only then I realise I'm better without you, 
oh yeah, better without you.

I've lost my heart for good now, never to return. 
I lent it to a friend of mine and watched it as it burned.
Ashes on my fingers, ashes on my clothes.
It warmed the dead of winter as the flames they rose,
Oh yeah, the flames they rose. 

I've lost my heart for good now, never to return.
I swear some days I miss you but I never will learn.
Ashes on my fingers, ashes on my clothes.
Someday I will forgive you but today ain't one of those,
Oh no, today ain’t one of those.

I've lost my heart for good now, never to return.
I lent it to a friend of mine and watched it as it burned.
Ashes on my fingers, ashes on my clothes.
It warmed the dead of Winter as the flames they rose,
Yeah, yeah, the flames they rose.

I've lost my heart for good now, never to return. 
I swear some days I miss you but I guess I'll never learn.
Ashes on my fingers, ashes on my clothes.
Someday I will forgive you but today ain't one of those,
Oh no, today ain’t one of those.

I try to act so civilised and calm the beast inside, 
The truth is I still love you and can't change my mind. 
The way in which the winds do, that weighs upon my soul,
Two path's stretch out before me, but which one leads me home,
Oh yeah, which one leads me home,
Argh huh, which one leads me home…

Rattlesnake

Ashes on my Fingers

ASHES ON MY FINGERS

taking a stab at my first (I think?) orchestral style string arrangement. Just slapped on top of a previous unfinished piano tune, but everything’s original. Probably more tweaking to get a better mix, but pretty happy with this first go. String sounds courtesy of BBC Orchestra VST plug-in. I have a kind of silly nostalgic video/slideshow in mind, more as a dumb joke, to go with this one day...

…It sounds kind of like a soundtrack at the end of some schmaltzy movie, maybe where the dog runs away from home, has all kinds of adventures, and returns years later to find his owner doesn’t recognize him at first, but eventually does, and they run to each other in slow motion, and the dog wants to say that all he ever really wanted was to be hugged, but he can’t say it because, duh, he’s a dog, but the owner somehow understands and everything works out in the end. Roll credits.

Here's a version with just the strings isolated:
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/lives-of-our-days-isolated-string-section


And here's a cool version where the talented 'Big Al From the Grove'  added some sweet guitar to the strings:
https://soundcloud.com/user-543408605/lives-of-our-days

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Mark's Album (post-2020)

Lives of Our Days (piano & strings)

This is what happens when I listen to Louis Armstrong again: I pick up my clarinet and start playing !  I'm using an A clarinet on this one , tried to play as a trumpetist (whish I was also BTW...  I did have a little try with my old bother's trumpet...but not there yet ! ) .  Anyway, I hope you like this little swing cooked up Home in New Orleans-style with a little help from  Ireal Pro !!
Have a good WE 
Steph
PS Let me know if these vibes make you feel like playing along, i'd be more than happy to send you a base track and come up with another even more fun track !!

Last Call To NOLA

Well, this is a quirky downtempo kind of thing!
Keep safe out there  .....things are still Crazy!

Many thanks for all of your kind shares and reposts!!!!

ps I know about the distortion on the keys :-(

FATE  (Two Faced )

When that title slipped into my mind it was all go and the early verse work felt bluesy with certainly blue notes to sing. The chorus wrote itself around the title with jazz chords. Changing key to the variation was natural enough but quite a long journey back to the verse again.

Art in her Bones

Out on the left - she’s made it her home
Some think she’s weird – and likely getting’ stoned alone
But I’m on the hook - just reel me in
It’s the art in her bones - that makes her what she seems to be
The art in her bones - makes a thrill inside of me 

Sometimes at night- she wakes from a dream
She runs to her paint – got to liberate that scene
Then after an hour - she’s layin’ back down
It’s the art in her bones . . .

She don’t deal with accounts and rates and supermarkets
She’s driftin’ through hazy lanes and blocks of colour
And something someone said three nights ago
She put that friend in embargo
Gotta work it through on canvas - then they’ll thaw in a tryst

They’ll work it out – those ladies of rhyme
They just need the moon – to tell them when the time is right
And me I can wait – for that special night

When she gives she’s layin over us 
Starlight curves across her body real – we’re playin’ seals
Lazy floppy as the sunlight grows
We talk of us as forever – and after that still together
Neath the door’s a gentle zephyr

Hey let us rise – it’s quarter to one
In the café - love our whacky talkie fun
The way she sees things – my soul it just sings

ART IN HER BONES

Your Halo Love (Epic Music)

This song started with myself playing the melody on the piano and I developed it from there, a short wintery sounding track.

Plugins used:

Spitfire Audio Labs - Soft Piano, Frozen Strings, Christmas instrument pack
BBC Symphony Orchestra 

The Crow Hill Company Vaults - Celestatone

EZ Drummer 3



Snowfall

A journey that begins in tranquil solitude and blossoms into a grand choral and orchestral statement.

Lives of Our Days (piano & strings)

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