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I seem to be continuing wiht my sparse instrumentation arrangements. I do like the sound open sometimes without a lot of backing instruments or vocals.

This is nothing more than my usual ramblings at people that keep turning on lights every time they come into the room and I am sitting in the dark. Then to add insult to injury, they leave the bright lights on when they go out of the room! AARRRGGGhh. Keep your big bright ideas to yourself.

Is this
The Dream
I can’t remember
How it feels.
One thought
Opens
Yet another path
Forgotten.

Whispers
Dead ends
Familiar faces
Wrong season.
Tried to
Go back
Once I found the way
It was gone.

It seems
Simple
It even makes sense
Natural.
Rewind
Redo
Soon I will forget
What it means.

No, this is The Dream
I could stay here all night.
Once you took my hand
I found it hard to let go.

Wake up
Too fast
I keep struggling
To hold on.
Madness
Meaning
Gentle distractions
Tempt my dreams.

No, this is The Dream
I could stay here all night.
Once you took my hand
I never wanted to let go.
No, this is The Dream
I could stay here all night.
Once you take my hand
Don’t ever let me go.

Some Sounds
Echoes
It doesn’t matter
What you choose.
First thoughts
Grow old
Were you even real
Or just The Dream?

Is this
The Dream
Were you even real or just The Dream?
I can’t remember
How it feels.
Were you even real or just The Dream?
Rewind
Redo
Were you even real or just The Dream?
Soon I will forget
What it means.
Were you even real or just The Dream?

This song was originally a vocal jam to a new synth bass line I came up with using a sound I created on my Arp Odyssey. It just had a good tempo and a nice feel, so I called it the big ‘D’ jam. (yep, it is in the key of D). The vocal scat became repeated lyrics and the song became one of my first original contributions to the duo and later a trio I formed with my brother in law Ric Ahlers called ‘The Personal Touch’. Later I would use that section of the lyrics for an updated piece I called “Bookin’”, cause the is the main feeling when I drive and listen to the song. Not sure anymore what the lyrics are about. I know something about observations of beautiful women pretending to be unapproachable. What do you expect from 1984, George?

A little while ago I posted a poem called “Reflections”. I recently turned the poem into lyrics.

This might be a good time to detail my recording process a bit. As I write and record my own songs, I am trying (in my mind) to create a working demo of the song. Something you can listen to and get a good idea of the song and it’s potential if performed and/or recorded by an established band or artist. Because I play most of the instruments on my recordings and I do most of the singing, I know there is a lot of room for improvement. I am not the best guitarist, pianist, or vocalist around, but I write really good songs. I get them ‘good enough’ and then I move on to the next song I am writing or to the next project I am working on.

When I post my songs they are fresh from the mixing board and have not been edited and cleaned up like a formal studio version. As with my new release on CDBaby called, “The Enemies in Your Head”, the versions available on-line through Spotify, Apple Music, Deezer, Youtube Music, Pandora and the rest have been mixed but also mastered to make them sound a bit more professional.

“Reflections” will be on my next release, but if you use any of the services above and dozens more, you can listen to my music by searching for my name or CD names.

Hint: If you search for Michael Kennedy you will probably not find me. There are a lot of us!

If you do an artist search for Michael S ——- or —– Michael S. Kennedy you will see my releases. They are available for download and the entire CD sounds better streaming after the mastering process.

Any way, here is “Reflections”, hot off the press.

MIDIMike

A playful look how childhood school experiences that could have scarred some students shape those that see the deeper lesson is so much more important. I was always the little guy in class and I have deal with more than my share of bullies and spoiled rich

Another example of my lyrics stating the obvious. Observations that your boss or grandmother would say all the time, but no one would listen! Even someone that makes a living gambling know you never win without playing.

I’m not as strong or as sober as I think.
Each idea becomes better with every drink.
Once enchanted as I looked around the bar
Memories are distant Reflections of who we are.

Security, peace and the comforts of home
Seems not to matter when you are all alone.
Borders raised to protect everything we see
In the end our dreams were never meant to be.

Interstellar travel is nothing but a thought.
What you have is worthless if it can’t be bought.
Fantasies are realities living on sacred ground
Where the blinking of a million eyes never made a sound.

Reflections of who we are

I’m not as strong or as sober as I think.
Each idea becomes better with every drink.
Once enchanted as I looked around the bar
Memories are distant Reflections of who we are.

Once enchanted as I looked around the bar
Memories are distant Reflections of who we are.

I’m not as strong or as sober as I think.
Each idea becomes better with every drink.