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

Something Quite New
Valhjim 

Let yourself be carried along by soft-feathered jazzy streams of piano arpeggios, flowing bass, and lovely and melodic singing. Electric guitar solos soar and stream from right to left to high above in inspired melodic phrases. 

(Featured in the Album: "Explorations": https://valhjim.bandcamp.com/album/explorations)

I hope you like it, folks.
Thanks for listening
and for your ever kind comments.

Thanks a million to Mr Martin Miers for his magic drums.

Valhjim 

(C)2024 Jim Valero (all rights reserved).

Something Quite New — Vallhjim w/Martin Miers

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*

Whispers Of Winter

Caratacus war ein Sohn des Cunobelinus, eines der mächtigsten Könige des vorrömischen Britanniens, dessen Hauptstadt das befestigte Camulodunum (heute Colchester) war. Als Cunobelinus um 40 n. Chr. starb, waren Caratacus und sein Bruder Togodumnus die bedeutendsten Herrscher im südlichen Britannien. Wie unter ihrem Vater lag das Zentrum ihres Reichs nördlich der Themse im Gebiet der Catuvellaunen und Trinovanten; aber auch die meisten Stämme in Südostengland standen unter ihrer Oberhoheit. Cunobelinus hatte während der 30 letzten Jahre seiner Herrschaft freundliche Beziehungen zu Rom unterhalten, um dieser Weltmacht keinen Grund zum Eingreifen zu geben. Seine Söhne verfolgten dagegen eine weniger vorsichtige Politik gegenüber Rom. Adminius, der wohl auch ein Sohn des Cunobelinus war, floh um 40 n. Chr. an den Hof des Kaisers Caligula, den er zu einem Einfall in Britannien bewegen wollte; doch kam es nicht dazu. Nach Münzfunden scheint Caratacus noch zu Lebzeiten seines Vaters ein Schützling seines Onkels Epaticcus gewesen zu sein, der das Gebiet der Catuvellaunen auf Kosten des Stammes der Atrebaten ausgedehnt hatte. Nach seinem Tod (um 35 n. Chr.) hatten die Atrebaten unter Verica ihr Land zurückerobert, wurden aber später von Caratacus endgültig besiegt und am Anfang der Regierung des Kaisers Claudius wurde Verica, offenbar von Caratacus, aus England vertrieben (41 n. Chr.) und floh ins Römische Reich.

Caratacus was a son of Cunobelinus, one of the most powerful kings of pre-Roman Britain, whose capital was the fortified Camulodunum (now Colchester). When Cunobelinus died around 40 AD, Caratacus and his brother Togodumnus were the most important rulers in southern Britain. As under their father, the center of their empire lay north of the Thames in the territory of the Catuvellaunes and Trinovantes; but most of the tribes in south-east England were also under their suzerainty. During the last 30 years of his reign, Cunobelinus had maintained friendly relations with Rome so as not to give this world power any reason to intervene. His sons, on the other hand, pursued a less cautious policy towards Rome. Adminius, who was probably also a son of Cunobelinus, fled to the court of Emperor Caligula around 40 AD, whom he wanted to persuade to invade Britain; however, this did not happen. According to coin finds, Caratacus appears to have been a protégé of his uncle Epaticcus during his father's lifetime, who had expanded the territory of the Catuvellauns at the expense of the Atrebates tribe. After his death (around 35 AD), the Atrebates had reconquered their land under Verica, but were later finally defeated by Caratacus and at the beginning of the reign of Emperor Claudius, Verica was expelled from England (41 AD), apparently by Caratacus, and fled to the Roman Empire.

Caratacus

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

"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

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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. 

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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. 

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

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

Desert Sands - Valhjim w/Martin Miers

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.