Music

Nonviolent Music

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Music, Art, Dance

 

 

Elephants murdered

for ivory piano keys,

 cats for

violin strings

goats for drumskins

(for that matter,

chickens for drumsticks.)

Is music more beautiful when

the instrument is nonviolent?

Is a flame more smokeless

when the candle's not made of lard?

 

 

 

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Road Musician

He's an aging road musician,
Still playing his guitar;
His fingers gnarled and stiffened.
Too late to be a star.

He's restless and he's rootless;
He'll never settle down.
The road goes on forever,
From town to dreary town.

He sleeps in cheap motel rooms,
And eats his meals alone.
It's been that way for years now,
And time has simply flown.

He's had his share of romance,
But that's all in the past.
He rarely thinks about it;
Love wasn't meant to last.

He doesn't write new songs now;
He sticks with what he's got.
Resigned to where fate led him —
Accepting of his lot.


Copyright © Robert Haigh 2020




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A NOTHER'S LULLABY

Our love of music begins early…as in our mother’s womb we lie

and from somewhere in the distance we hear a muffled lullaby.

 

Soon we are soothed within her arms as she gently rocks us in the den

and we fall asleep as we hear her sing that lullaby again.

 

And we hear music all around us in our nursery where we lie…

We are like the bird who learns to sing before she spreads her wings to fly.

 

And even as we grow older we find music everywhere

In the oceans, in the trees, in the mountains, in the air.

 

Music is so vital to us that once we’ve spread our wings and flown

we sing, we write and we create instruments to make music of our own.

 

So now when nature plays her music…her symphonies…her songs

we not only have the ability to listen…we also play…and sing along.

 

Through the years our taste in music changes as we change…as we grow

but music still accompanies us…wherever we may go.

 

There is one type of music, however, as other notes rearrange

that remains with us forever…that will never alter…never change.

 

For when it’s time to leave this Earth…when it’s our turn to say goodbye…

we close our eyes one last time…listening to our mother’s lullaby.

 
 
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Apple Music playlist placement - drop the beat!

Have you dreamed of world fame? Or your ambitions are a little more modest? If you read this, then you are almost certainly a starting musician. Perhaps you already wrote a song in which you put all your heart and soul. Now you have a question, what to do next? Be sure to get yourself an account with Apple Music and other music services. Upload your composition there and take care of its promotion. And not just promotion, but Apple Music playlist placement of your track. Why is it the placement of playlists, and not the adding of plays and subscribers? I'll explain why.

 

If you don’t know, Apple Music is the most popular music streaming service with an active audience of more than 60 million users. And there everyone has a minute of glory, which can grow into an hour, day, year, and so on. The biggest efforts producers and their agents spend on finding new talent in Apple Music.

 

What is the basis for placing songs in playlists? The system has a special recommendation system that advises users of music based on preferences and previously listened to tracks, playlists, radio stations. If your song appears in the top and most popular playlist, people will listen to it, subscribe to your account and renew their paid subscription.

 

But why playlists? Everything is very simple. Since the time of vinyl records, people are accustomed to listening to music in collections that have grown into discs and later into playlists. There are always a lot of songs in playlists, each of which is not like the other, so that everything is clearly distinguishable and hard to confuse. There cannot be two identical songs, therefore, if your track is distinguished by expressiveness, novelty of sound, lyrics, then it will be very easy for him to fall into the souls of people. Everyone who likes it will go to your profile and listen to other songs. Soon they will subscribe and share with friends.

 

Undoubtedly, the goal of promotion is the number of subscribers, plays, the place of the song in various tops and playlists. But among them, only Apple Music playlists placement can be considered a modest and organic way of promotion. It would never occur to anyone that a song got into the playlist undeservedly, thus everyone would benefit. The listener will receive a catchy track and the musician will receive a new fan. Playlists are the gateway to the world of Apple Music, open for everyone. The system will surely help a beginner not to drown among high-profile releases of sharks of the music industry. Try, and you will succeed!

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Folie

Je vois le ciel noir, je vois Neptune.

Les planètes dansent, tourbillonnent !

Je vois les étoiles, je vois la lune.

La lumière du soleil qui résonne !

 

J'entends la mélodie des comètes ! 

Et le silence des trous noirs. 

J'entends le vide, sachansonnette ! 

L'univers danse au rythme des cauchemars.

 

Je suis dans ma chambre. J'ai froid. L'univers chante.

 

J'entends le requiem des étoiles mourantes !

Reliquat de somptueuses géantes

Je vois l'éternité dans ma voie lactée.

Je sens l'hypnose de sa spirale me gagner.

 

Je vois le vide. J'entends le noir

Je suis dans ma chambre, j'ai froid

L'univers chante pour moi.

Further

Folder: 
Studio Recordings

Don’t be Afraid...

its not going to bite you...

just click on the link..

let my music Excite you 

 

https://soundcloud.com/beatnik-records/further

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Soul Trippin’

Folder: 
Studio Recordings

Don’t be afraid, 

youve made it  t h i s  far....

Click on the link to hear my Guitar

 

https://soundcloud.com/beatnik-records/soul-trippin

The Concert Hall

An orchestral flood,

 

Loud and passionate,

 

The music reaches all corners of the Great Concert Hall,

 

A triumphant crescendo.

 

Near silence follows.

 

The tempo changes,

 

The volume drops,

 

A flute whispers.

 

A melody almost childlike,

 

Clear but barely audible.

 

A lullaby or a hymn,

 

Or a love song. Or a poem.

 

The audience listens in tense expectation.

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The Pianist

The pianist lifts his arms,

 

His hands come crashing down.

 

The bass notes growl, an ominous crescendo,

 

Warning of civil unrest and tension,

 

And of a Europe about to go to war.

 

The audience watches,

 

Hoping, praying that war will not come.

 

The pianist pauses, a brief silence that pulsates with uncertainty.

 

He lifts his wrists again, resuming the menacing trill in the bass,

 

His fingers working furiously as the growl grows in volume

 

And the temperature rises in the auditorium.

 

The audience stares.

 

A pause follows, and then a lament,

 

The work of a composer weeping for a lost love, for days gone by,

 

For his country, perhaps, and for his compatriots.

 

The pianist continues to play.

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