Tired of Loving

Tired Of Loving

To Be Free

Songs in the Gravel

If I Had a Lover

Good News

I see the moon and the moon sees me
The moon sees somebody I want to see
God bless the moon and God bless me
And God bless the somebody I want to see

Lord keep us safe this night
Secure from all our fears
May angels guard us while we sleep
Till morning light appears

The animals went in two by two hurrah hurrah
The animals went in two by two hurrah hurrah
The animals went in two by two
The elephant and the kangaroo
And they all went into the ark
For to get out of the rain

God loves me this I know
For the spirits tell me so
Little ones to him belong
They are weak but he is strong

Yes God loves me
Yes God loves me
Yes God loves me
The spirits tell me so

The animals went in two by two hurrah hurrah
The animals went in two by two hurrah hurrah
The animals went in two by two
The elephant and the kangaroo
And they all went into the ark
For to get out of the rain

Yes God loves me
Yes God loves me
The spirits tell me so

I See the Moon (Nik)

Comin' In Country

There Ain't a Bar

Amen

You held me, Gotland wind through your hair,
Cliff behind, sea ahead, both of us unaware.
No words spoken — just breeze, and hum,
Like life began with a trumpet, and a drum.

You had a Husqvarna, smoked like jazz, never started.
“It's got character,” you'd say — deeply half-hearted.
Your socks were a crime, your puns even worse,
But your hugs were a balm, your silence a verse.

In the boxroom, brass notes floated thick in the air,
Where you taught joy in breath and solo flair.
You said, “Play for the silence, not the applause,”
And paused — like jazz does — just because.

You still play, Dad — in the sway of the trees,
In the sigh of the wind, in the hush of the breeze.
You still play —
In Tima’s wild smile, in my son's still’ stare,
In the echo of love that still hangs in the air.
This memory’s not stitched fast —
It’s riffed, bent, meant to last.

You made coffee like it was jazz — no timer, just feel,
Said sugar was cheating, and biscuits should kneel.
You hummed when you gardened, cursed dandelions sweetly,
Conducted the clouds — swaying discreetly.

You called socks “foot trumpets,” and books “time machines,”
Spoke Pooh like scripture, believed in baked beans.
And when we all argued, you’d just raise a brow —
Say, “Let the bass walk us out — we’ll be fine for now.”

You still play, Dad — in the space before sleep,
In the way I still mumble when the thinking gets deep.
You still play —
In the brass in my bones, in the laugh from the chair,
In the music that lingers, like smoke in the air.
The record skips, the beat rolls past —
But your melody’s made to last.

"Doing nothing," you said, “is often the plan —
If you hum while you do it, you’ll come out a man.”
You danced like a question, you sat like a rhyme,
You lived like a trumpet just biding its time.

She's the stars, her lullabies glide,
She’d wear your scarf and call it her pride.
He walks quiet, but I hear you there,
In the way he observes, in the way he cares.

Sofia still laughs like you told her a joke,
She says you come back in the steam and the smoke.
I still try your stew — it’s never quite right,
But I keep adding trumpet — and salt — every night.

You still play, Dad — in each skipped beat I find,
In the breath that I catch when I’m falling behind.
You still play —
In the footstep, the firelight, the sound of a page,
In the brass of the soul, no matter the age.
Not stitched in the past, not faded, not cast —
You’re riffing still, made to last.

Boxroom Brass

American Trail

Dreaming your last dream, and giving up. And still want it right back. Never give away hope. Ask your dreams to come back with starship.
Lyrics, melody, performing: Aili Avi (15.05.2025)

Photo: from the show of Fabrique des Lumieres in Amsterdam in 2025

"TÄHELAEV"

Chorus:
(Bm) Linnuteel oma (D) mõtetel 
lasen (A) vabalt ringi (Em) lennata.
(Bm) Minu sees süda (D) tõteldes
aina (A) kordab, kordab, kordab.
(Bm) Uuu, olen (D) all, 
siin (A) tähistaeva (Em) all.
(Bm) Uuu, ootan (D) oma, 
(A) oma (Em) tähelaeva.

Bm/D/A

1. (G) Veeta kaevude (D) tühjus
ja (G) ankruta (D) ankruketid.
Ei (G) peeta pidusid (D) enam
on (A) pehkinud (Em) laevatekid.
(G) Lendu läks viimane (D) unistus,
(G)siin on mu kuivanud (D) silm.
(G) Lendab seal taevas me (D) igatsus.
Ta (A) päralt on terve (Em) ilm.

CHORUS: (Bm) Linnuteel...

2. (G) Elus on sinetav (D) pall,
ta (G) kanda võtab (D) meid.
(G) Tühjuses (D) üleval
(A) valgus märkab (Em) neid.
(G) Tean, et otsis (D) seal
mu (G) unistus (D) tagasiteed.
(G) Uuu, olen siin (D) all, 
ka (A) mina ootan (Em) veel.// D

CHORUS: (Bm) Linnuteel...

Tähelaev/Starship

Garmiani vs. Armin van Buuren - BARRACA vs. Blah Blah Blah (WeDamnz Mashup)

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Garmiani vs. Armin van Buuren - BARRACA vs. Blah Blah Blah (WeDamnz Mashup)

I share original poems with melodies/songs (free to sing and use/record) (English and Estonian).
Mostly direct sound as it is.

Some songs are for kids, we created these with my 9 year old son Mikk.

I add lyrics and chords also - check: Behind this track. 

#songwriting
#estonianmusic


EST  - Meloodiaga luuletused.
Laulude tekstid ja viisid on enamuses mu enda loodud, kui siin pole märgitud teisiti.

"MELOODIAGA LUULETUSED"  - nii oleks mu jagatava loomingu lühitutvustus. Ja siin on mu laule juba üle 140. 
Mõnede laulude kaasautor on mu 9a poeg Mikk. ("Aeg", " Headele", "Pisaralaul" jt)

Siin on ka mu lemmiklaule teistelt autoritelt ja tütre Kai-Melli Kapteni mängitud  karmoškalugusid.