A song about environmental pollution. 
https://open.spotify.com/album/4zdahPx0gMrOCf2gQonMWE?si=5wQYk7HtQC6CC03fOhdEJQ

Речка Жижавка

Paul Newhouse - Речка Жижавка

Dear friends, with genuine pleasure I’d like to share with you my new collaboration with a highly talented David De Michele. His otherwordly beautiful music is available here: @user-92820487

It’s always a great honour and joy for me to work with David.

Huge thanks to you for listening to this music, we do hope it will resonate with you!

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: David De Michele

Time Lapse 1 (Ft. David De Michele)

Verse 1
Well he starts the day at sunrise
cause there ain't no other way
wakin' up before the world begins
just to turn for another day
That's the way his father worked
and his father before him
passin' on the things that you need to know
just to grow into a man
Just workin' on the land

Chorus
We're just waitin' for the sunrise
and sittin' in the dark
Singing all about the days we lived
while lookin' to the stars
And with the day we grow a little bit
from what we were before
So he gets down on his knees
and he prays to god for just one more
And the rain begins to pour

Verse 2
And the minutes last for hours
when the time turned back then
and the days turned into years
that we can never see again
But it doesn't really matter
cause the world goes on to spin
and the planets and the stars
will all still be there in the end
so let me say again

Chorus x2

V3.01

Just One More

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Slivered Shadow

28-2-2025

Eggs hate Friday

Deep emotions!

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

** Famous Tolstoy quotes:)
*"Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it."

*"Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly."

*"Real wisdom is not the knowledge of everything, but the knowledge of which things in life are necessary, which are less necessary, and which are completely unnecessary to know."

**"Since corrupt people unite amongst themselves to constitute a force, then honest people must do the same."

**"Just as one candle lights another and can light thousands of other candles, so one heart illuminates another heart and can illuminate thousands of other hearts."

**"Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and without fearing to understand things that clash with their own customs, privileges, or beliefs. This state of mind is not common, but it is essential for right thinking."

**"Once we're thrown off our habitual paths, we think all is lost, but it's only here that the new and the good begins."

**"A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator, the smaller the fraction."

**"Love is the only way to rescue humanity from all ills."

**"Many people have ideas on how others should change; few people have ideas on how they should change."

**"The difference between real material poison and intellectual poison is that most material poison is disgusting to the taste, but intellectual poison, which takes the form of cheap newspapers or bad books, can unfortunately sometimes be attractive."

**"Men pray to the Almighty to relieve poverty. But poverty comes not from God's laws-it is blasphemy of the worst kind to say that. Poverty comes from man's injustice to his fellow man."
-- Leo Tolstoy

🦁🤍🤲🏻🕯⁂©All Rights Reserved 04-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
***

TITLE TOLSTOY'S WHISPER
______________________________________________________________________
LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
He spoke of love that knows no chains
A truth that cuts through life's remains
A simple life where hearts are free
Tolstoy's whisper
A melody

(Verse 2)
He saw the rich
Their hollow throne
A world of greed
Where seeds are sown
He preached of peace
Of humble ways
Through fields of gold
His spirit sways

(Chorus)
Break the walls
Tear the veil
Live for love
Let kindness sail
In every soul
A spark to see
The light he dreamed for you and me

(Verse 3)
He walked with peasants
Felt their strife
Found the divine in daily life
No palace grand
No crown of gold
Just hearts that beat
Just hands to hold

(Bridge)
A man of earth
A voice of sky
He asked us all the question: Why?
Why chase the wind
Why fight the tide?
When love's the truth we can't divide

(Verse 4)
His books
They linger
Hearts ignite
A prophet’s voice
A guiding light
Through letters inked
His soul unfolds
A story told
Forever bold

Humble Is Enough

Tolstoy's Whisper

LOK! - PAIN PAIN GO AWAY (Prod. LOK!)

Spitfire Audio - British Drama Toolkit - Ensembles + Main

Together

all composed and performed by me
https://vascoribeiromorais.bandcamp.com/album/wild-gristle
https://vascoribeiromorais.bandcamp.com/album/fios-de-azeite

28-2-2025

vasco ribeiro morais 2023