｢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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Thank you for listening!

Vocals: Clara Sorace
Photography: Ray Bilcliff .https://www.raybilcliff.uk/

https://soundcloud.com/emilio-gs/sets/cinematic-music-by-emilio-gs

Big Hopes

Trois Transitions Se Jalousent Ma Beat Session / Three Transitions Are Jealous Of My Beat Session

'Does The Flame Ever Go Out' was a question I asked myself recently whilst sitting in my music studio. This track was the answer to my question.

Lost Footprints In The Sands Of Time

Does The Flame Ever Go Out

© 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

Words and Composition by Sean Drysdale

Sean Drysdale: Guitar, Bass, Vox 
A. Reed: Programming, Keyboard

Freeway

Planetarium

'Crossing The Boundary' Is a Jazz Fusion piece inspired by the growing sense of a lack of compassion and respect for one another and the land. The building in the cover image and taken by Freddy Bence, demonstrating what I am sensing "world wide". A downward spiral in care for ouselves and our surroundings.
However, forever the optimist, I look forward to an upward turn in the situation, when common sense once again hits in.
My thanks to Freddy for his superb camera skills and you can visit his page here: https://soundcloud.com/fjbence

Thank you for listening and any comments you care to leave will be received with much gratitude.
Alan

Light The Candle Please

Crossing The Boundary

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

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

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.

Trois Transitions Se Jalousent Ma Beat Session / Three Transitions Are Jealous Of My Beat Session

Logan de Leveska 🦉⚜️