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MP3 Jack Connelly - Kid Dreams

Feast your senses to soothing, instrumental sounds of piano, ocean waves, strings and ocarina. Music to transcend the senses and refresh the soul.

9 MP3 Songs
NEW AGE: New Age, NEW AGE: Ambient

Quick! find some space, pull up a favorite chair, grab a drink, a good book and prepare to feast your senses to soothing, instrumental sounds of piano, ocean waves, strings and ocarina. Order the CD “Kid Dreams” today. Music to transcend the senses and refresh the soul.

Composer: Jack Connelly

Location: Spokane, WA

Interests: Piano, synth and guitar, watercolor painting,

Future interests: Writing music scores for movies

Favorite sounds: lush textures on multiple tracks, ocean waves

Gearheads: Jack uses Korg 01-W FD, X-3 and Triton keyboards

Style of music on this CD: New Age instrumental

Influences: Jazz, classical piano

Favorite place to be: Beach walking the Oregon coast

The Music: (All songs written and copyrighted by Jack Connelly: Kid Dreams 2001)


Latino: Spirited, rhythm to the soul. Lively and candid, a joyous journey. Guitar, drums, bass

Oceania: Reflective and peaceful: Walk on a tranquil ocean beach. Turquoise cool water laps at white sand beneath your feet. The sun slowly sets into orange and magenta clouds. Gulls overhead sing melodies to quiet the spirit. Reflective and peaceful. Piano, string, ocarina.

Soulful: A smoky, moody tenor sax solo with melodic fifths. Relax and unwind. Sax

Carol’s Song

Deep and meditative, flutes echo melancholy strains of string and oboe. Me: a searching melody. You: a searching soul looking for what is yet to be found. Ebbs and flows with pent up emotion.

Star Dreaming

Deep-space. A wandering star. Hidden melodies. Flying toys. Quiet evenings beside firelight. Star dreams of unrealized potential. Picked as a ‘favorite’ by Oasis CD Duplication for their 2001 CD sampler. Synth, flute, ocarina.

The Princess

The song of ancient struggles of adversity and perseverance, between strength and weakness, good and evil. Rolling pad textures weave across a landscape of tenor sax. Pulls on the heart and carries the soul to a peaceful haven. Lush string, sax

Mom’s Dream

A yearning soul longs for release. A spiritual journey of heights and depths. Cries for freedom amid chains of chaos. Put on doves’ wings, fly away and be at rest. Piano, choir and string

To Every Dreamer

Ethereal, unearthly, the spirit pursues what can only be captured by toil and pain. A Joseph’s dream. A vision within the soul. The kid dreams in us all. Synth, flute and ocarina.


A love sonnet. A push through the night fog to morning light. The Mandela of ceaseless struggle to a tranquil mind. Souls’ journey. Come to Him all who are weary, and find rest.

(All songs written and copyrighted by Jack Connelly: Kid Dreams 2001)

The Music

A note of explanation: My inspiration ebbs and flows like a wave of the sea, (usually about 2 am or so). The music (piano, strings, flute, etc.) is recorded one track at a time, without making any changes. What you hear is the flow of what’s created as originally composed. Each song was written in one session and any mistakes that were made were included. Two songs, (Moms’ Dream and Dorothy) were both written the same night my mother passed away. My children were the thought behind the other songs with the exception of Carol’s Song, which was inspired by my wife’s mother. Emotions and feelings have much to do with my creativity. For me, I cannot just turn it on and create. There has to be a force or guiding hand behind it.

Special Thanks:

To Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit for His guiding hand. You are faithful to me.

Much thanks and appreciation for my loving wife, who stood by me when she didn’t have to (only we know). I adore you! Thank you for your encouragement to pursue my music and kid dreams: My awesome children: You’re all special! Sarah, Paul, Andrew and Becca (this CD’s for you): For my mom, whose life taught me the love of learning, and forced me to practice on Saturdays instead of watching TV: To Dad who sort of played the uke and banjo but otherwise did a terrific job in loving his kids by example: To the C. Clan, Jim, Kitty, Rita and families, I love you all: My uncle Jim A. for his picture: For all my relatives I hardly know (There’s still time for us to get to know each other): Karl Bingle and his help in the studio: Lea for her pics: For graphics by XXX who will remain anonymous (great job): Heidi, The A-1 crew (which arrow is up?) and Dwayne, Mark and Helen and SCF friends who loved me when I needed it most.

The Songs


Dreamy-eyed blondie

A lively jewel who knows her mind

This belle enamors all who listen to “Take me out to the ballgame.” ’Cause I’m a girl” states the rights of a 3 year old gone 4

Hopes’ daughter, child of promise

Eternal youth relived again

Assurance from Him that love abides ...quot; and prevails

Carol’s Song

Concrete reality

A fatal blow

Gun-shattered world

Closure to a puzzled past

A fresh beginning

A new future - running companions

Two strangers learn to love again


The endless waves crash over surf and sand

The sea calls to itself

Its’ spray a cadence of twofold purpose:

In beauty the heart yearns - pulls of hidden vistas and horizons not yet touched - scintillating ploy

But duty beckons the ships to ports of call and business yet undone - a harvest to be won

Andrew ...quot; constant plodding, straight furrowed, pulled and tossed yet yielding at last to His Call

His name a bringer, fruitfulness his fortune

The little prince


Soulful, a full soul, word play of a young boy loved by dad and mom with special care. Full of zeal, filled with love for God, the angels twice visited Paul’s bed. His voice cried in the wilderness he himself did not create. Mind troubled, he sought his anchor the only way he knew. Soulful, his youthful heart pained by sickness unknown to all, he struggled past questions made by God alone. Who knows the depths of reason or why the answer never comes. Life is a why never answered until the proper time. Walls are meant to climb over and the mountains’ beauty is seen best from the top looking down. He may fall but God will arise in him and his path will lead not follow. A different drummer will speak for Him, unashamed and undaunted. Remember your name.

Star Dreaming

I basked on sun-washed steps in Moberly and

Kid Dreamed of tennis heights with Tannecomo

Flying saucers, star drifting thoughts of green alien planets With smoky clouds. My UFO detector at ten didn’t work

Many projects ...quot; unfinished business ...quot; time stealers

Oh to focus on right things... God things

I still dream.

To push ahead - To advance - To go - Even a small bit.

Still a pioneer at heart

I am sorry

The Princess

She dreams in colors of a

Future hidden with God

The Princess

Bright smile of hope

Sweet laughter paints

The canvas of lives dimmed in sorrow

Silent encourager and friend to all,

She fell off the dining room table as an infant

I am forgiven

Mom’s Dream

In words hard fit to find true meaning

Dot rode the trail of life’s trials hard

Her hand in the game more difficult by sickness

Her breath in labored strains of will

A learning path she chose not alone, but passed on to all who knew her well ...quot; life is learned in the living, not easy, but well - to hope, to dream, her dream to learn ...quot; we, the recipients, made better by having known her

Thanks mom ...quot; I miss you

To Every Dreamer

Wild turnings and echoes of past defeats march against the rhythm of cadenced drums. The Joseph dream is to sing above the background noise of fool’s mirth and lies the mind paints against the notes of faith. Amid discordant sounds, the choir drowns doubtful fears and gives ear to the melody of vision within the soul. The kid dreams in us all


A song of sad strains - tired strings worn in

Life pained with fights

Strong mind and broken body - she shouldered her pain

To push through the fog to light

She sang and played, and drew with pencil until her crippled Fingers refused the keys and brushes, and twisted joints silenced the guitar she loved. A lost, loved daughter, guilt and remorse, a finding release anew with written pen, a way to remember, a means to forget - she loved her books

The peaks and valleys were colors on her brush

She painted her life a palette of “Things could be worse” and “I’m ok.” The notes soar in triumph - the end speaks larger Than the first. You taught me much. I wish I had told you I Loved you more. We will sing again the songs you loved on The other side.

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