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REVERIES
Summary: Luke Janela is a cellist/guitarist/multi-instrumentalist who has been creating unique, hypnotic instrumental pieces as podcast. These thoughtful, magical pieces are a companion to your listening day, whether between other podcasts as a palette cleanser or on their own. There are now over 150 "episodes" of short instrumental songs. If you've discovered and enjoy this unique podcast please leave a review!
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- Artist: Luke Janela
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Podcasts:
carry me weight oh very importantly wait hear here know thyself with myself and why self? run?
which way? moon way which is to say soon way truly
spring forward spread wings in a day all falls away make a way in spring someday now yesterday the bees will fly high on what’s next
turn face me memory burn memory burn turn outpaced face me burn in parallel in other live burn brrn
just whispy brain in the rain
after wash of rain and waiting in it in the early hours of the morning for something to change come back around it did but i didn’t know it at the time
place becomes no place with just a little blue grey cloud and enough non sleep oh where can i trade in my tokens?
will by and large by and by balance and bygones bastards and bylines brothel throne fools and their spoils
a fast switch in a very clever stay acceleration of disbelief
we are the only beginning before us no one
a catastrophe broke the sky open no more watching watch it went to the women’s march in downtown LA yesterday it was good to be there, not knowing what or why i was by myself as i am not good at organizing intentions and also it was total chaos but the brain just can’t comprehend how many human beings were there alive and united i’ve been to big protests against the iraq war in portland but this was just, beyond comprehension and endless stream of hope, honestly
outside the wall of the noise machine i stood for ten years or so it was all muffled bass and more it was all soft core
in the fair air on wavves of wind rushed in insight into why this thing or that might occupy space negative or no
this year we call these things reveries where the music floats away invisibly
a return to re verb where i was born cold morning wake up inside a tailing verse without words