In sunny fog
In sunny glow
Her shimmering spiderwebs 
spoke to us.
The Celery Fields
moved through us.
The Celery Fields
spoke to us.

She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.

Pink birds without any grace
Blackbirds who know all our secrets 
Immortal plants whose muscles swell
They're stronger than our
scattered misty minds.

She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.

Here it's a little like the moors
But this ain't no Bronte book
We've heard the world laugh at us
We all arrived here in a tragic story.

She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.
She said, picture something good.

But if you find yourself wondering nearby
Come on to the Celery Fields
Where the celery grows no more.

You will almost love her,
The Celery Fields
She will almost take you in,
The Celery Fields
Her beauty becomes you,
The Celery Fields.

She's close to something 
So picture something good.
She said picture something good
She said picture something good
She said picture something good.
The Celery Fields.

Green Lassie Blues 2020

The Celery Fields (take two)

{Kill * Da * Opps}
Making Candy For Your Ears
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at the crest of time
catching fire as the wind Blows
burning for beauty in all dimensions

Composer and songwriter living in Germany
piano, guitar u.a.
DAW: Logic Pro X


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Hello you musical explorer you, welcome to my page! I'm Skyline Tigers, a songwriter, singer and producer. I can't stick to one genre, sorry, my bad, so expect the unexpected! I make songs I'd like to listen to or songs that trap emotions.  Thanks for stopping by, hope you find something you like or maybe you can relate to.  
Videos:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xs7ShoqDOQU

You know how certain pieces do not require vocals? I believe the same to an extent. I also believe that certain pieces do not require instrumentation. With that being said, most of my tracks are a cappella, for vocal performance is my main goal. I tinker with instruments here and there, so I apologize in advance if they sound a tad screwy. I realize I have a long way to go with my voice, but practice makes almost perfect! :-) Other than that, my bio in a nutshell is below.

Publisher/Poet. Singer/Songwriter/Lyricist. Tinkerer of Instruments. Co-Editor of @TZPress1. Essayist. Legal Writer. Voice Actor. Bibliophile. Animal/Music Lover. Intersectional Feminist. Illinois Native. Old Soul

Ionut Mirel Udrea (Member Of APRA/AMCOS) is a music composer, piano player and music producer based in Sydney - Australia. 
Ionut Mirel Udrea composes emotive piano-based instrumental music.

I've enjoyed making and recording some music while trying to help nurture our boys' love of music. Paintings made my me. Green Lassie Blues, Christy Boyer

https://instagram.com/rainchariot

https://www.redbubble.com/people/MysticThistle/shop

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

Welcome to the alternative reality that is the Dragonsail Puppets! We have a YouTube channel with cagey comedy and spirited music videos as well. Please feel free to check it out and join us on this party boat!

See their music videos and YouTube comedy series!:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVBel-tzj24Gj9QR8RTRpow

On Earth One, all of the music and lyrics are written by Dragonsail, aka Greg Hester. Likewise, all of the playing and vocal performances and recording and mixing are done by Dragonsail as well. But that's not as interesting as what's happening on Earth Two.

On Earth Two, these songs are created and performed by a scheming diva named Surrenda and her enthusiastic but clueless dog sidekick Bruce. Additional songwriting is provided by their septuagenarian feline keyboardist, Catatonia, and Onree - the sweet pup with the mean shaker. There's also some old geezers in the band who've been with Surrenda for a couple of decades who actually play real instruments, but they mostly loom in the shadows.

The range of styles in their music includes funk, psychedelia, hard rock, prog rock and disco, which they tear away at with whatever instruments and found objects they have stowed away with them aboard their ship, the Club Dragonsail.


