I could hear the first song and Happiness is just a word. Truly amazing darius, you did it again. You have some magic attached when it comes to choosing the names for the songs, by the way.
thank you! I really love "writing" titles, I guess you should love the upcoming Constellations' titles!
and there is quite a lot of "me" in the titles, for example - 'épisode I: Le Petit Prince' is about how I am "the Little Prince" in relationship with my brother (yes, those two talking children in the background are me and my brother), and the 'épisode II: L'essentiel Est Invisible' means that in my relationship with my brother we don't need no "materialism" to prove we love each other deeply. essential things are invisible:)
and I just love repeating themes (cause there are a lot of recurring themes in my dreams) for example, a low star which means a static "north" which does not ever change no matter what happens in life. if you're struck down in life, you can always look up to the sky - you will always see the low star, no matter where on the globe you are. Also, the bracket songs - as you could have noticed, all my albums contain one song, which title is in brackets - (stars), (universe), (intermission), (fiction), (sleep). I'm not sure why was I doing this, but I guess Constellations will ruin this "tradition".
Anyway, so much for me talking about my music..
I am REALLY glad you are enjoying this
edit: by the way, I found a poem which inspired me to create three songs dealing with "A Low Star"
don't be too hard on it, I'm not the mostly gifted writer/rhymer, and this was written some 3-4 years ago anyway
A LOW STAR
..ants digging up the ground
and down them do I slowly frown.
Swivel round six times,
and I'll lie open in the glance -
A star low and barely known
floating by the skyline,
painted red and blue -
inside my twisted spine vine.
Yet I watched the star
like a melody so sweet - to repeat - for a thousandth time,
relapse, relapse, relapse -
I watched.
Whether or not is this a dream,
swivel back six times
and I am back remembered
at the driest grounds.
Each and every rhyme,
swivel round six times
ants hidden down the glass..
the star has then escaped.