Song with a mysterious message

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Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Do you see what could be 
If we work a little overtime 
I can hear the whistle callin me
Don’t slow down or we will fall behind…

One more time let’s do it..
Let’s get right down to it now…
There’s no time for wasting
Take a chance and take it now…

Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Pack your bags and do not look back….
Everything you wanted, wait and see
Day by day, that’s what they’ll say..
The taste of honey is so silky sweet

One more time let’s do it..
Let’s get right down to it now…
There’s no time for wasting
Take a chance and take it now…

Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Into The Night

STRIPPED WIP MIXX 3 FT JIMMY Z 13125-M3NT_21-02

I was just plucking the harmonics on the guitar - converted to midi and played back on a few different instruments. Serendipity! This was 11 minutes when it first emerged so think yourselves lucky!

Revolver

I'm Waiting  - Mighty Dogg   Prod. Chameleon

Sweetness as an act of defiance in a time of cruelty

Sweetheart Mine

https://soundcloud.com/33per , my dear donkey fellow sent me this wonderful instrumental, a Big Thank You for that, it was a great pleasure to write and sing along.

The image shows Gregory Peck as captain Ahab in John Houston's film adaptation of Melville's “Moby Dick” from 1956, having just nailed a Spanish dubloon on the main mast.

AHAB (All Hypocrates Are Basterds)

O-o-ohh, o-o-ohh…
Tell me please…
Is that really happening-ä-ä-ä-äppening ?
Do you feel that too ?

Noone is getting out here
Oh no-no-no-no-noo, o-o-o-o-o-ooh
Noone is getting out here alive

Ohh no
Not even the feckin’ basterds
No, no
Not even those feckin’ basterds

Will survive
Whatever may be the strive

See, because 
Noone is getting out here alive
Not the president
Nor his wife

Whatever may be the strive
That won’t work

Ohh oh 
All hypocrates are basterds 			(AHAB)
Ohh, oh
All autocrates are feckin’ basterds 			

They can fool the people 
For some time,

But,
But,
But,

They can’t fool all the people all the time
Not really …
That’s beyond the line

It’s possible to continuate
To self-determinate
To not participate…

So to say:
I would - and - i would…

And i-i-i-i-i-i-i- would 
And I would… 
I-I-I would…
And i would and I would…
I-I-I would…
I would prefer not to…

AHAB (wt 33per, raw edit)

Good Enough

A new composition that came to me from a book I have been reding called "Man and His Symbols" by Carl Jung.

Lyrics:

Woke up with the sunrise
Chasing shadows on the wall
Time’s a thief in disguise
It laughs as we stumble and fall
We walk on these winding roads
With laughter and sorrow intertwined
Each step a fragile note
In the melody of the mind


Oh, life is a short dream my friends
Where beginning and end embrace 
We travel many roads, it seems
Sometimes ending in middle space
Once a child as we drift to that old age glow
Savor every moment and never let them go


Meeting faces like the clouds
Some linger, while others fade
We share joy, we share our doubts
In this beautiful masquerade
Long stretches of peace, oh, they come and go
Like summer storms that pass too fast,
But in their hearts, they’ll always glow
Memories of love that lasts


Oh, life is a short dream my friends
A carousel that spins so fast
Like petals caught in a stream
Moments cherished, but never to last
From a child’s wild wonder to the elder’s sigh
Will we hold each second before it says goodbye


So, take a breath and feel the breeze
Let gratitude fill your soul
Each fleeting heartbeat is key
Unlocking joys that make us whole
It's not about the years we’ve seen
But the love we’ve shared, the steps we’ve tried
Through this journey, let your heart be keen
In every heartbeat, feel the nod


Oh, life is a short dream my friends
A tapestry we weave so fine
So, laugh and love in the moonbeam
Before the stars in darkness shine
From the cradle of laughter to the whispers of night
Embrace every treasure, let it guide you to the light


Life is a short dream my friends
So, dance before dawn
Hold each moment like a seam
Before it all is gone
In the end, it’s all we had
Did you live, did you love, did you care
Life is a short dream, my friends
Life is a short dream, my friends
Life is a short dream, my friends
Life is a short dream, my friends

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea

Life is a Short Dream My Friends

Jeff and I are happy to present our first live arena gig! Not really, but you can imagine.  This one started when Jeff was telling me about how he and Jo (sonic structures and silent stretches ) were writing some of their poetry in a stream off consciousness style, writing a line and then handing it off back and forth until it was done.   I suggested maybe we try something like that with the guitars.   So we did.  We exchanged ideas until it felt done and here's where we landed.   
This one was a lot of fun to pull together and really just kind of not think about it as we wrote.

Who Said Anything About a Bridge? - w/Stonerjazz

Dziwko! (Ballad Version)

Share, share, there will always be something left. Département de Musicologie université sur le droit d’auteur et la gestion audiovisuel de Bourgogne. 
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* Chamber Art Pop Experimentale*
Your servant remains in search of music of insolence and youthful audacity, fine in the jerky, serious and tragic in the bass, all of this hidden under an apparent joy.
To manage to bind a sufficiently large public which already guesses that under the smooth facade and the reasonable air at first glance hides a hot blood, unstable, full of life, able to be enthusiastic, to revolt, even to throw itself in full, frank and free musical adventure. In terms of images I am rather a creator of musical stained glass windows, which gives to read the inside back cover of your own biographies.
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the coldness of the sound can also let transpire a real emotion.
Votre serviteur reste à la recherche d'une musique d'insolence et d'audace juvénile, fine dans le saccadé, grave et tragique dans les basses, tout celà caché sous une apparente allégresse.
Parvenir à lier un public suffisamment large qui devine déja que sous la façade lisse et l'air raisonnable de prime abord se cache un sang chaud, instable, plein de vie, capable de s'enthousiasmer, de se révolter, voire à se jeter dans l'aventure musicale pleine,franche et libre. En terme d'images je suis plutôt un créateur de vitraux musicaux, qui donne à lire la troisième de couverture de vos propres biographies.
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la froideur du son peut aussi laisser transpirer une vraie émotion.
the coldness of the sound can also let transpire a real emotion.

Song with a mysterious message

Logan de Leveska 🦉⚜️