Rainy Fall

PASACANA

THE BOY - YOUR FLOWER IS IN THE MAGICAL WORLD👸
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Do you like human music?
This is full of humanity, something you don't find in modern pop music. I made this song remembering my feelings from my childhood. And I want to prove that the old-fashioned band sound can still be used as pop music. To move your heart is my biggest goal. Please press the play button.

YOUR FLOWER IS IN THE MAGICAL WORLD

The hurt and then the anger of having the truth kept from you.

Nobody Told Me

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

Clock is ticking, time is passing
And you're hangin in
The same routines, you get bored
Need for change, different things

Change is found within yourself
Just search your inside mess
If you can't see, or love yourself
You will never feel free..

Deeply in need for company
When you are alone
Longing for someone to see you
Longing to be found

Strength is found within yourself
Just search your inside mess
If you can't see, or love yourself
You will never feel free..

Strength is found within yourself
Just search your inside mess
If you can't see, or love yourself
You will never feel free..

Waiting for the great true love
The one to save your heart
While you wait, the clock is ticking
Your heart fall apart

Love is found within yourself
Just search your inside mess
If you can't see, or love yourself
You will never feel free....

Within Yourself

The Hunchback of Notre Dame – The Gypsy Dance 
January 2025
Duration: 2:35
Listen to more music for the ballet: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-hunchback-for-notre-dame
Based on “Gypsy Fire” by Romane
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Hunchback of Notre Dame June 6th and 7th 2025 in Colorado.
For strings, accordion, guitar and percussion

The Hunchback of Notre Dame - The Gypsy Dance

Sans nom so far

Bad things don't break close to home, close the blinds
Turn the T.V. on, sleep on the couch
Freaks still rumble, stuff going down 'neath my nose

There was a shooting at the park
After dark anything can happen
Police can't be everywhere at once

Still pretty sure nothing gonna break, avoid the news
At every cost, anything I don't know aint gonna hurt me
Anything I don't know I don't need to know

Lawless society is a no-mans-land
Destroy everything
Sit and watch as all this play on the screen

08-07-2024

A Shooting At The Park

them players gotta play....
but the rest of us  ....well, we struggle 
a little song about embracing limitations ..very rough and loose as expected... My aim is almost true...

Struggle with the Soloing

I got the rhythm                                                               
I got the rhyme                                                                
I got the freedom                                                           
I got the time                                                                   
I got the motive
Same for the motivation
No more excuses
Stop the wanting and the waiting
Whoa, oh, oh                                                                   
Play me some guitar hocus pocus                                     
Such a thrill, hear that Roxy Phil                               
I will lock, I will load                                                        
But I struggle                                                
Struggle 
Struggle with the soloing                                                            
Gotta perfect my Public Image, channel  Keith Levene 
Be like a Dr. Feelgood with that Wilko riff machine
I'll never be a Motorhead, I'm just a song surveyor
Following a fretboard to the land of the lead player
And Whoa oh oh oh
To me it’s all such hocus pocus
Feeling wary about Mr Berry
I am locked, I am  loaded
But I struggle
I struggle with the soloing

 Focus on the tone            
 The phrasing, stay in zone
 The hammer and the bend
 The learning never ends
 Gone solo on the wire            
 The map from fault to fire
 The effort’s everything 
 Focus, focus,                                            

The path to Kath, I’m just not finding it
Nor can I  Thunders pose my Rock n Roll or Hendrix those licks
BB, Al and Freddy, I gotta bow to those Kings
Their blue notes coloured coding inside everything
And whoa, oh no, all those sounds are just a hocus pocus
My fingers caged, how do I Beck or Page?            
The time is right 
But I struggle
I struggle 
Struggle with the soloing 




Struggle With The Soloing

Home is where your heart belongs!❤️

Lots of talented people involved on the creation of this song! Thank you guys! This wouldn't be the same without you!

Music and Lyrics: Rachel Goldie
Lead Vocals: Rachel Goldie
Backing Vocals: Stephens Production Choir
                              Rose Bello
                              Flourish Imole
                              Emma Ayo
                              Volodymyr Chyzhovych
Drums: Glenn Welman
Mixing Engineer: Martijn Stienstra
Mastering Engineer: David Mackie Scouller - Dynamic Mastering
Video Production: Rachel Goldie - Available at my YouTube channel!😄


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Butterfly

Down in the hall, she sits alone
Watching the world outside 
Finally, a place to call her own
Leave troubles behind

A suitcase packed with hope and dreams 
Light as it seems
But heavy is the chest of one who leaves
Behind the scenes

Friends and family came to 
Say goodbye, envying her life 
See you soon, till the next time
Go girl, fly high

Once she closed the door her life was
Never like it was before
As a butterfly she spreads her wings
Remembering days of yore
When in a cocoon she was confined 
And worked so hard till she could soar 

One step further, day by day
 This is her fate, no time to wait 
Chasing stars and healing scars
But there’s a price that she must pay
Every winding turn, a lesson learned
And dreams are lost along the way 

When you’re on the top, but feeling down
Why keep the crown
For the weight of gold can bind
Your soul and mind
Oh my
Why

A kingdom and a throne
But nothing feels like home, home

Once she closed the door another opened
But she wanted more
More than gold, and get a hold
Of all the friends she had before
Heal the pain and find the strength
To fly again when heart and soul are sore

Tiny butterfly, with colors bright
Dancing in the morning light
Tender wings, she sails the wind
Across the old suburban sky
Back at home, her faith is strong 
Embracing love she traveled far to find

Butterfly

lights out

Thx for visiting and listening, I am an amateur guitarist, play a little keybord, bass and drums too. I love music.