THE WIND CANNOT HEAR

All Alone

What a picture I have drawn  
I wonder where it all has gone  
There was a time when parties  
Drew the dummies and smarties  
 
Time travelled and with it I went  
Not knowing where I was sent  
But the children have all grown  
And I find myself all alone  
 
Bridge
 
Sometimes I feel so sad
But I know it’s not so bad
Sometimes I feel so forlorn
And wishing that I’d never been born
 
They abound and friends were near  
Now there’s only me alone here  
I didn’t see what was coming  
It was like a leak in the plumbing  
 
I raised a family and did my job  
I never tried to take and rob  
But I’m not down or depressed  
I realize I’ve done my best

All Alone (Featuring Dave Cooper)

Sometimes, you only have to listen to be inspired.

Patricia Guimard utilizó este tema en su bonita locución “ámate “. https://youtu.be/WdRwFtVAgfA?si=hbD8hK_mTiAPMV-M

MEDITATION 1 : BIRDSONG

© Joe Liberty 2023. All rights reserved.

TurnYouOnLoveBomb

On a cool clear summer night
Someone said to me
Try a little of this my friend
And set your spirit free

Stopped and thought about it
For a second maybe two
And said ah what the hell now
What’ve I got to lose
And they said

Sit on back now and enjoy the show
Let me turn you

On… love bomb
Turn you on…
To loving
Yea

Break

You are the centre
The beginning and the end
This place in time will never be again
May you live forever in love

Break

Now I’m riding down the highway
Feeling oh so fine
And in part I owe it to the one that turned me on that time
So if you’re feeling lucky, keen to learn a thing or two
You know I’m more than happy to do the same for you

Just sit on back now and enjoy the show
Let me turn you

On… love bomb
Turn you on…
To loving
To loving

Well alright
You got it
Let’s go 
Now

TurnYouOnLoveBomb

Josh asked me to try mixing this track for him and Kuba
Here it is 
Sweet melody and vocals - enjoy :))))

The Mountains Do  by Entheogenic Psychonaut (Josh Clary) and My Name it is Nothing

Quickly Told Story (Guitar solo)

Attribute

My Beautiful Place

Across the sulphur light

Art Expressed in Music – Monet's Evanescence Feat. Oddrun Eikli, vocals 
December 2023
Duration: 3:40
Listen to the Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/art-expressed-in-music-i
Listen to Oddrun Eikli at: https://soundcloud.com/oddrun-eikli
Painting: Water Lillies, 1906
Evanescence: the quality of being fleeting or vanishing quickly, impermanence.
Oscar-Claude Monet (November 14th, 1840 – December 5th, 1926) was a French painter and founder of impressionist painting who is seen as a key precursor to modernism, especially in his attempts to paint nature as he perceived it. During his long career, he was the most consistent and prolific practitioner of impressionism's philosophy of expressing one's perceptions before nature, especially as applied to outdoor landscape painting.  In 1899, he began painting the water lilies that would occupy him continuously for the next 20 years of his life.  At his home in Giverny, Monet created the water-lily pond that served as inspiration for his water lilly paintings. Depictions of the water lilies, with alternating light and mirror-like reflections, became an integral part of his work.  By the mid-1910s Monet had achieved "a completely new, fluid, and somewhat audacious style of painting in which the water-lily pond became the point of departure for an almost abstract art.  He would ultimately make over 250 paintings of the Waterlilies.  In 1911, Monet began to develop the first signs of possible cataracts.  In the following years, his perception of color suffered; his broad strokes were broader and his paintings were increasingly darker.  He eventually underwent cataract surgery in 1923.  Now "able to see the real colors", he began to destroy canvases from his pre-operative period.  Upon receiving tinted Zeiss lenses, Monet was pleased with the results, although his left eye soon had to be entirely covered by a black lens. By 1925, his visual impairment was improved and he began to retouch some of his pre-operative works, with bluer water lilies than before.  Monet died of lung cancer on December 5th 1926 at the age of 86.  Although critical acclaim was slow in coming, Monet attracted the dedicated support of collectors throughout his career, most notably from Americans who discovered his work in the 1880s.  Monet's popularity soared in the second half of the 20th century, when his works traveled the world in museum exhibitions that attracted record-breaking crowds and marketed popular commercial items featuring imagery from his art. 
For bamboo flute, shakuhachi, bass quenacho, skiddaw stones, piano, harp, double bass, virtual instruments, sound effects and percussion.

Art Expressed in Music - Monet's Evanescence Feat. Oddrun Eikli

You Just can't be calling me conceited 
When I'm just like you while I'm getting drunk high and weeded
Beat it, your false premonitions are defeated
Were breeded by the unknowing mind and you repeat it
This whole damn lifes been betrayal finding bail
Trying to keep myself from overnight in jail
Dulls pale in comparison with my facts of life
And my constant knack to fail want the details?

Want the Details?
Want the Details?

Ill treated since the first day of being made to pay
Being made to lie and cheat and scheme everyday
So I pray no talking shit my way no saying shit my way
Cause I'll have nothing left to say
Ill snap make a neck crack and a vein pop
Never gonna stop Arch Nemesis of a Cop
The cream of the crop who cannot rise to the top
I need an elevator or maybe a motivator

People Hater of the first, second, and third kind
Walking blind, lagging losing steps, falling behind
Rewind, peace of mind no such kind
Letter saying I'm gone was already sealed and signed
Left behind was my will to force and grind
Against a force that's way off course and really not my kind
So ill have no peace and I wont beg please
And I wont drop down in disparity begging on my knees
I remain bold Rather freeze in the cold
Force myself to age prematurely so I die when I'm old
And just fold so I'll die quicker
Life's a habit I had to kick her i downed the liquor
Or is this booze I'm feelin sicker its coming quicker
I see a shining light I see a shining flicker
Dead off the guilt of thinking that's its my fault
This ain't fucking booze it's a bottle of Lysol!

Follow me down follow me way down
Follow me down follow me way down
Follow me down follow me way down
Down into the fucking rabbit hole asshole

Details

As we at CollabHaven Records work towards a new exciting project, this freestyle has come as manner of finding the delivery of a new and evolving set of lyrics.

Though the final version of this thought will be much more full, I do hope you enjoy this early sketch of the concept!

ONLY FOR FANS NOW!

Fans Only Freestyle

3160

 i just love saturday afternoons! pretty sure i was born on a saturday

11am on a saturday

1907

Over the Top

Imagine If,...peace was the only solution...

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Oídos sordos (17 negras)

Guitarist, multi-genre composer, keyboard & bass player (mostly self-taught). Music librarian and philosopher.
Music is new dimension of life.
“That is an artist as I love artists, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art - panem et Circen.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

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