VERY important message!! Well put, Zachary.

wonderful choir singing in the background!

many say enough, but a few seem to think a 'moment of silence' is enough.

A song of our times...brings to mind Malvina Reynolds...fine work here!

well said, love the sparse intimate arrangement

Power in a plaintive prayer...this is so moving and so beautiful Zach!

Great song but an ending with " The lawman kills the black man " would have made it complete for me. Love your style and writing skills buddy.

The Highest Flight and the Deepest Dive

ALEXANDER THE BEAST

written by Bob Dylan
a fav of mine from the great mans Desire album......cheers for having a listen

Oh Sister (Bob Dylan)

The Gates of Mordor

Marco Lucchi : synthesizers
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1 dicembre 2023
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Nel Museo nazionale romano di palazzo Altemps si conserva una testa in marmo che secondo la tradizione rappresenta un’Erinni addormentata. Gli occhi chiusi, i ciuffi dei capelli scarmigliati sulla fronte e la guancia, le labbra appena dischiuse, il volto della Furia – se di una Furia si tratta, sia essa Aletto, Megera o Tisifone – riposa quieto su un cuscino di buio marmo, come se sognasse.
Una furia che invece di gemere e urlare, scuotendo la chioma serpentina, chiude gli occhi e sogna, smentisce se stessa. Eppure proprio e soltanto il sogno o il sonno di una furia assomiglia al pensiero. Il pensiero non è soltanto contemplazione, è innanzitutto furore. Si dà pensiero, si dà contemplazione, solo se prima vi è stato furore, se guardando l’abominio degli umani e del mondo, la mente – diceva Bruno – discesa «ne la parte più inferna… si sente lacerare e sbranare». E solo se nel nostro eroico furore riusciamo a chiudere gli occhi e sognare, si ha vera quiete, si ha visione e teoria. I nostri sogni non sono allora fantasie a occhi aperti, che sappiamo ingannevoli e vane, ma verità a cui, anche se con gli occhi chiusi, non possiamo non credere, perché abbiamo prima visto la vendetta e l’errore. Il pensiero è questo acquietarsi del furore, è un’Erinni che sogna.

13 novembre 2023
Giorgio Agamben

Furore che sogna [1]

Music:  PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & vocal:  Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix:  PJ Project

Lyrics:

I always had to wear the mask on
Pretended to be someone, someone who wasn't me
I was afraid to show myself
Didn't let anyone get to close
Didn't know how to be

But you, saw me for who i am
I didn't have to pretend
You saw the real me
It felt like i had been found
And i could let the mask fall to the ground

I had built myself a wall, of heavy rocks
where no one could get trough
I tried so hard to hide
That i almost forgot that i had you

Oh you saw me for who i am
I didn't have to pretend
You saw the real me
It felt like i had been found
And i could let the mask fall to the ground

When I am with you i feel so free
I can be the real me

Oh you see me for who I am
I don't have to pretend
You see the real me
It feels like i have been found
And i can let the mask fall to the ground....

The Mask W/PJ Project

Sadako

The Hunting Wood by Jeamland & WÜST

Last weeks morning play focussed on a drift background and gently layered live guitars with use of our individual effects processors.
Programs and effects.
-MuseScore.
-Ableton 11.
-Zoom G6, Boss GT.
-Gibson Melody Maker.
-Schecter 7 string.

Ekomananda

« Partita - First movement » of J.S Bach (my by ❤️ playing)
My flute by ❤️ playing & recording on  Monday, March 28, 2024
Franck Douvin © 2024 Flute recordings
Thanks for listening & sharing
I hope you'll enjoy !

« Partita - First movement » of J.S Bach (my by ❤️ playing)

Crash the Piano

Drums, Electric Guitars, Synths, and Glockenspiel by https://soundcloud.com/shaemoseley
Bass by Dave
Backing Vocals by Kate

Read more about the Hammond Circus Train Wreck here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hammond_Circus_Train_Wreck

The Great Circus Train Wreck of 1918

Sounds by Dave, Kate, and Zac

Let me tell you about my war, my war my O my
Fought it for twenty years or more, or more my O my
All just thinking about my girl, my girl my O my
Let me tell you, she's the spoils, the spoils my O my
There ain't nothing I won't do
There ain't nothing I won't do to get right back to you
My pretty Pene, those Gods, we'll watch them fall
Right down from their mountain
We will defy them, one and all
Let me tell you about miss thing, miss thing my O my
Let me tell you, when she sing, she sing my O my
Best tie me to the mast, the mast my O my
Cause you know I love the crash, the crash my O my
There ain't nothing I won't do
There ain't nothing I won't do to get right back to you
My pretty Pene, those Gods, we'll watch them fall
Right down from their mountain
We will defy them, one and all
Let me tell you about my queen, my queen my O my
All them boys line up to ring, to ring my O my
What those fools, they don't know, don't know my O my
Only I can string her bow, her bow my O my
There ain't nothing I won't do
There ain't nothing I won't do to get right back to you
My pretty Pene, those Gods, we'll watch them fall
Right down from their mountain
We will defy them, one and all

My O My

A song for a painter

Sounds by Zac, Shae, Olive, and Kate

Chuck Close 2 by Dennis DeToye
See more of his paintings at http://www.dennisdetoye.com

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The Painter

Sounds by Zac and Kate

The gunman kills the children, yet we all do nothing
The gunman kills the children, how many is enough?
The gunman kills the woman, yet we all do nothing
The gunman kills the woman, how many is enough?
How many is enough, Lord?
How many is enough?
How many will it take, Lord, till we say enough?
The gunman kills the gay man, yet we all do nothing
The gunman kills the gay man, how many is enough?
The gunman kills the black man, yet we all do nothing
The lawman kills the black man, how many is enough?
How many is enough, Lord?
How many is enough?
How many will it take, Lord, till we say enough?
Now, the gunman kills the lawman, because we all do nothing
The gunman kills the lawman, how many is enough?
The gunman will kill us all, man, unless we do something
The gunman will kill us all, man, till we say enough
How many is enough, Lord?
How many is enough?
How many will it take, Lord, till we say enough?
The gunman killed those children and we did nothing
The gunman killed those children, how many is enough?

How Many Is Enough? (Demo)

Sounds by Zac, Dave, and Kate

I was born
One half of a winged pair, too heavy is the weight we bear
My dearest blood
One has to sacrifice so the other may rise
So we divide
Soon we'll split the sky in two, I'm the black and you're the blue
I've never been so far from you
I'll never be closer to you
Closer to you than now
My dearest boy
Oh, how hard it must be to grow up in the shade of my tree
So you go low
If I am the one to soar, you will walk on the ocean floor
Quite the mirror, you and I
I am the highest flight and you, the deepest dive
I've never been so far from you
I'll never be closer to you
Closer to you than now

So Far Away

Sounds by Shae, Dave, and Zac
Flag by AlternateHistory

Don't Forget
My sweetness
Keep constant
Ever vigilant
As is the feather's fate
To fly in the wind
So be it the stone's curse
To sink in the ocean
Don't Forget
My sweetness
Keep constant
Ever vigilant
As is the feather's fate
To sink to the bottom
So be it the stone's to float
Atop the ocean

How Many Is Enough? (Demo)

Zachary Friederich

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