wc 19 October 2020

This is the first time I am writing lyrics before melody in a song.



Ice crystals

I miss the sun
and the flowers
and the warm sand 
on a towel
I miss the rain
and the bees
and to eat cookies
under a tree

Hey, its me in my window
Im looking up to my sky
Hey, Im holding my pillow
I wish it could have made me fly

Because I
Because I
I have to look at
I have to look at

Snow , snow, so much snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white ground
Snow, snow, no more snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white

Hey, you there in your backyard
You ́re looking at your covered plot
Hey, you ´re  holding your shovel
Do you wish the flakes had been drops

Because you
Because you
You have to look at
You have to look at

Snow , snow, so much snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white ground
Snow, snow, no more snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white

Ice crystals
Ice crystals
Playing on my head
Playing on my head
Ice crystals
Ice crystals
Playing on your head
Playing on your head

Snow , snow, so much snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white ground
Snow, snow, no more snow
it keeps on falling
white ground
white

ingelas album

Ice Crystals

E105AF

the Blackhole

'A House that Nobody Owns' is licensed under a creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ Creative Commons License.

Written by Bluebird
Vocals and Guitar performed by Bluebird
Lead Guitar, Bass and Drums performed by Richard Brown
Produced by Richard Brown

Lyrics:

Empty rooms with no pockets
memories are broken
your stories written on wallpaper
the floor beneath your feet is ageing

You won't sit still open water
you're ready to steal open water
just like the swaying arms of the ocean
the calm before the storm approaches

You pick up sticks in your lounge room
the hollow walls leave you frozen
you won't hear a word they've spoken
can you hear it? can you hear it?

You won't sit still open water
you're ready to steal open water
just like the swaying arms of the ocean
the calm before the storm approaches

Four walls were not enough to hold you, windows are behind you
it calls, let the water fall around you and wrap it's arms around you

You won't sit still open water
you're ready to steal open water
just like the swaying arms of the ocean
the calm before the storm approaches

A House That Nobody Owns

Iterator

Mond

Cipher Jungle

Been writing a lot of slooooooow music lately, so this was a circuit breaker. And an excuse to check out the latest free notation software options as i cant really justify paying for  Finale or Sibelius as I dont write much stuff like this these days. This software is called musescore - was one of the better ones i played with; easy to navigate but of course with 'free' comes some pretty rough sampled instruments. Okay back to the slow stuff and thankfully the restart of rehearsing in person now the lockdowns are easing : )

Imaginary Duet #2 for Piano and Percussion

Gustavo - Modular Live Improvisation #Juni 2020

STARLORD

Weather Rep

There was an internet story about someone’s friend suddenly cutting all ties and joining a strict Christian church .  I wondered why ?....


And the cut you made 
Was deep and clean 
You cut me off 
Like gangrene 

So I wrote these words 
To make some sense 
Of your narrow path 
To righteousness 

And you made like your disease 
That all your problems 
Lie with me

But I did not lift that glass you drank 
But what the fuck
You’re just a blank 

And I’m telling you the truth 
People don’t change 
Til they have to 
But brother, you fell from earth 
Looking for another 
You’ve known since birth 

He’s the god in your heart 
Your head, your mind 
And I’d rather enjoy life 
Than be told how to live mine 

How to live mine ...

And the cut you made 
Was deep and clean 
You cut me off 
Like gangrene 

So I wrote these words 
To make some sense 
Of your narrow path 
To righteousness 

He’s the god in your heart 
Your head, your mind 
And I’d rather enjoy life 
Than be told how to live mine 

How to live mine...

I did not lift that glass you drank 
But what the fuck
You’re just a blank

blank with sean ferguson

Chimneys

- iki plak çalda kalbimiz pansuman olsun

room at the table

lil' slice

pulling weeds

I'm debating on cutting the grass
but the grass is winning
I've determined to let things pass
with an ease that's concerning

See I'm trying to make my dance
the path of least resistance
Til I've nothing left to hide behind
and time is still on my side

I've discovered the less I want
the more I humble need
Yeah I'm debating on cutting the grass
but the grass is winning

Yeah I'm thinking of pulling weeds
but the weeds are winning
accidents of geography
whose living is their only sin

Am I the one who does erase
flowers here nature has misplaced
What must my God think of me
when He thinks of me ?

Yeah I'm thinking of pulling weeds
but the weeds are winning....

pulling weeds

Soundscape constructed from field recordings captured whilst exploring the Parco Regionale della Murgiua Materana last year just outside Matera - A unique and ancient landscape with multiple levels of history everywhere.

Matera Rituals #4

Trails

A blood red sunset heralds the return of the dreaded vampire Drusilla.

Drusilla's Hunt

Welcome to the load-bearing wall of sound.

Music: No boundaries / Knows no boundaries. I don’t look anything like my profile photograph; I'm actually slightly shorter and a figment of my own delusions.

I’m also known as the wild man of transcendental meditation.

संगीत: कोई सीमा नहीं। / कोई सीमा नहीं जानता।. मैं अपनी प्रोफ़ाइल फ़ोटो की तरह कुछ भी नहीं देखता; मैं वास्तव में थोड़ा छोटा हूं।

Музыка: Без границ / не знает границ. Я совсем не похож на фотографию своего профиля; Я на самом деле немного короче.

الموسيقى: بلا حدود / لا تعرف حدود. لا أبدو مثل صورة ملفي الشخصي ؛ أنا في الواقع أقصر قليلاً.

音乐：无界限/无界限。我看上去不像我的个人资料照片；我实际上略矮一些。

(Translation by Google)

wc 19 October 2020

Yankel Muromachi