Jazz club in the waiting room to purgatory?

Hauntingly contemplative.  Wonderful cinematic, dark ambience, Jim 👌✨️💥

A dark psychological journey through space and time, what a mind bending eldritch atmosphere you have created, powerful yet subtle synths and FX.

Just The Whistling of the Wind

What do you do when your love is not around?
What do you say when words don’t seem to have
Much meaning anymore?

What do you do when your heart’s been broken badly?
What do you say when your life’s been torn to shreds
And there’s no one there to help?

And you wonder what you did wrong
And you wonder was it only you

And you know there is no answer
Just the whistling of the wind.

What do you do when the night is cold and lonely?
What do you say when the world has turned to gray
And your heart is dark and empty?

And you wonder what you did wrong
And you wonder was it only you

And you know there is no answer
Just the whistling of the wind.

Do you take a walk around the park
See couples hug and kiss?

But the only sound you hear 
Is the whistling of the wind.

--© 2022 Jim Valero (all rights reserved)

Jim Valero: Voice, Piano, Electric Guitar.
Special thanks to Rodrigo Passannanti for his incredible arrangement and special effects. 

* Arranged, Remixed, and Produced by Rodrigo Passannanti.
https://rodrigopassannanti.bandcamp.com/album/open-source

Just the Whistling of the WInd

Aladin's Magic Carpet

Glass Castles
Lyrics and Music: Ron Wrolson
Arrangement, Instrumentaion, and Recording Engineering: Ron Wrolson
Published by ZenSongs Music - ©2024

I Watch the tube with an empty gaze,
to get the morning news in a foggy haze.
It’s a dumpster fire, this political maze.
But, who’s to say how I spend my days?
Because wiser men are running off the rails,
And who prevails when the system fails?
When no one’s on the up and up!
The whole damn thing’s corrupt.

Our fearless leader dying on the vine,
The sparkle fades, Who’s next in line?
She takes the stage, hard to gauge,
Reading lines from a hidden page.
And the paradox, of this coming age of Aquarius . . .
Seems so strange.

The world keeps getting meaner,
Good will is running lean.
There’s too much sun, too little oil
to feed the bad machine.

Still, the Trust Fund Babies get their overdose,
of political pills from the media hosts,
as they set their sites, gettin’ real close
to the Occidental Kill.
How tall they stand on promise,
How brittle in their strength.
The tawdry work of witless fools
will go to any length,
to serve a pact with masters
whose reach exceeds its grasp.

Glass Castles glitter in the sun.
The works of all the ages
now raveling undone.
How tall they stood in majesty,
Now hollow in the spine.
Transparency, their superpower,
exposes their web of lies.

(Guitar solo)

Glass Castles glitter in the sun.
The works of all the ages
now raveling undone.
How tall they stood in majesty,
Now hollow in the spine.
Transparency, their superpower,
exposes their web of lies.

Glass Castles*

Some new wine in an old bottle- dissonant and post-tonal music obsessively built around a theme, its inversion, its retrograde and retrograde inverted forms. Augmentations and diminutions are also used. 

Minuet and Trio

"Reminiscence of Other LIves"
𝑉𝑎𝑙ℎ𝑗𝑖𝑚

Beacon, flame, glow
in the dark

Space-time depths
Other universes:

lives
echo 

in boundless
existence

of 
Consciousness

*****
Hope you like this one, folks.

Thanks for listening
and for your kind and constant
support and encouragement.

I appreciate it.

Valhjim
*******
© 2025 Valhjim. All rights reserved. Original music by Valhjim.

Reminiscence of Other Lives

"Spring"
Written by Valhjim

Night recedes. Cold Winter warms up
to a new Dawn. Over the eastern rim,
Aurora spreads her mantle of pink, 

while, with her gentle thaw, Spring dissolves
the last remnants of ice from valley and hill, 
mountain wood and rocky cliff.

From the earth, new life springs—twigs, 
grass, bushes, flowers—there’s birdsong 
in the leaves of trees—all creatures, big 

and small, rejoice in renewed strength. 
Already, Flora dons her outfit of garlands
and silk, while Helios rides the skies, rushing

to her bed.

Spring has Sprung-Marco Lucchi - Night Note - Valhjim -

"A Song of Troy"
Valhjim

I see the sun going down
I see the sand washed away to the sea
I hear the wind blowing round my head

It tells the story of a great romance
of a golden lady, and a handsome prince

of the fires of passion, and the fires of rage
of a high-walled city, and a thousand ships
of a ten-year battle, and an age of strife

From beyond the sea came he
with his hazel eyes and his bright desire 
she was so alone, life devoid of love
in her heart she longed with him to sail the sea

away, away, away

I see the smoke, I hear the clash of arms
O, Helen, O Paris, O Prince of Troy

Your love has turned to ashes and a song

O, Helen, O Paris, O Prince of Troy
Your love has turned to ashes and a song

O, Helen, O Paris, O Prince of Troy
O, Helen, O Paris, O Prince of Troy

Your love has turned to ashes and a song
To ashes and a song

**********************

Valhjim: Guitars, Synthesizers Samplers.
Martin Miers: Drums

© 2025 Valhjim. All rights reserved. Original music by Valhjim.

A Song of Troy - Valhjim w/Martin Miers

A Perfect Day
Valhjim


I wake up to birdsong and rose skies—
the breeze cool, the day still opening
like a flower. 

The dew of dawn still in the air, and 
the scent of last night's rain on damp earth
and the bark of trees. The sun shows 

a friendly face, indisposed apparently
to scorch the world today. 

I  take a sip of coffee and play a sequence
of notes on the keyboard.—a perfect melody
to blossom like the day. 

All is well. I am content. 

**********
Valhjim: guitars and synths.
Martin Miers: drums.

© 2025 Valhjim. All rights reserved. Original music by Valhjim.

A Perfect Day - Valhjim w/Martin Miers

"Desert Sands"
Valhjim

Sultry night in the desert,
the heat of the sun is gone,
and myriad stars are visible
in the boundless dome of the sky

the wind tells its tales of long ago,
of caravans and sultans and a girl
with long hair and fair face
weaving stories for a man in the night;

perhaps somebody is telling 
our stories in the night somewhere—

tales equally magic and fantastic
like the tales the girl tells the sultan. 

***************

Valhjim: guitar, synthesizers, samplers.
Martin Miers: drums.

**************
© 2025 Valhjim. All rights reserved. Original music by Valhjim.

Desert Sands - Valhjim w/Martin Miers

Laniakea

HAIKU MUSIC CHALLENGE

Naviarhaiku 603

insect tremolo
soberingly cools the heat
of farmland roads

Kogetsu Eguchi (1825-1867) was a Japanese poet active in the late Edo period. Together with Kazan Watanabe, he authored the haiku book Tōke shunchō.

Haiku by Kogetsu Eguchi

Picture by Luca Ercolani
 

Submission deadline: 30th July 2025
To find out more and participate, visit https://www.naviarrecords.com/haiku-music-challenge/

Equilibrium (naviarhaiku603)

Valhjim is a music composer with an eclectic approach to different genres: rock, pop, folk, New Age, and experimental electronic music. Greatly driven by imagination and poetic imagery, he combines multiple instrumental textures to fire the imagination of his listeners. 

His more experimental ambience and electronic music is built with layers of suggestive sound textures, rhythms, and melodic lines that stir the imagination into suggestive imagery and worlds unseen, true architectures of sound that open up limitless spaces to explore. Often Valhjim's melodies sail through genre thresholds, crossing over from one genre to another, from neo classcal to electronic, or from jazz to rock or new age.

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