https://soundcloud.com/bjonko-1/03-smash-and-grab-demo
Here is a song I wrote some time back about a guy from my neighbourhood who passed away.
Sunday, 31 March 2013
Monday, 25 March 2013
October 2nd
Lately my dreams have been going back to the neighbourhood,
Wet concrete in the estates. Alleys with cigarette butts and shortcuts -
Years now since. Still, the waves crash no matter what.
8 years ago today you went. Hope you're OK now,
We only knew each other in the seclusion of our own hearts,
Never in words, never in touch, never in the same room with a naked light.
Now I create particles and ponder time. It'd be nice if you were here with me
Now to see the waves bashing. Here and now ...
Did we fall that far apart? Help me to live right and know some truth.
It is utterly strange. No good, no bad, no hope, no fear. Its out of our hands.
I'll be peacefully fatal with you. Here and now, with you.
Wet concrete in the estates. Alleys with cigarette butts and shortcuts -
Years now since. Still, the waves crash no matter what.
8 years ago today you went. Hope you're OK now,
We only knew each other in the seclusion of our own hearts,
Never in words, never in touch, never in the same room with a naked light.
Now I create particles and ponder time. It'd be nice if you were here with me
Now to see the waves bashing. Here and now ...
Did we fall that far apart? Help me to live right and know some truth.
It is utterly strange. No good, no bad, no hope, no fear. Its out of our hands.
I'll be peacefully fatal with you. Here and now, with you.
Saturday, 16 March 2013
The Listeners
Last year, with the help of my mate Charlene, I set about creating some music and setting it to a favourite poem of mine. The poem in question is the Listeners by Walter de la Mare. My friend, Jane; a beautiful and talented visual artist, created a video montage and our collaboration has resulted in this piece of work. Thank you Charlene Donabedien for helping me out with your violin playing. It's class! Also, thank you Jane for the montage, hopefully we can do more in the future.
Please check out and support Jane's art at http://janeosullivan.blogspot.ie/. Its really cool.
Response to a dream
Two shoes left on the floor
The two friends left
And walked up the hill -
The two friends left
And walked up the hill -
A tight-spring bed, yellow
Newspapers in a suitcase
And outside the sky
Is more than blue.
Newspapers in a suitcase
And outside the sky
Is more than blue.
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