Richard Schletty





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Music by Schletty and Friends

Schletty’s Original Song Sampler (including international collaborations)


Ricardo Lardo – larger than life

Please check out these two new songs by my pseudonymous alter ego:

I Take My Leave:
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Christmas hymns

Please visit my preview pages for the following two original Christmas songs:

Child of Eternal Love

Sleep, Baby, Sleep


Hungry For Heaven

A major musical work is in process – an internet collaboration of David Gómez Sanz (Segovia, Spain) and Richard Cecil Schletty (St. Paul, Minnesota, U.S.A.). This hour-long opus will deal with evil, suffering, the silence of God, the restless spirit, faith, salvation, selfless love, Christian discipleship, and the necessity of right relationships with the hierarchy of creation. Click here for a complete chronology of project development as well as preview MP3s of all ten movements as they are written and recorded.


van Haren-Schletty Collaborations

André van Haren is a Dutch orchestral and piano-song composer living in Sweden. He has given me the opportunity to add voice to some of his songs. He is also teaching me how to do staff notation in Sibelius. See our collaborations here:


Steiner-Anselm-Schletty Collaborations

Twelve songs created via Internet exchanges. Hendrik Steiner and Karl Anselm live in Germany. Richard Schletty lives in Minnesota, USA. Listen to our Art songs here:


Miller-Schletty Collaborations

Please visit these pages which include many of the collaborations accomplished with Santa Barbara musician and man-of-faith Jack Miller (Dadai):


Rock-Rolla and Village Tavern

Rocka-Roll is rock band comprised of Schletty's college classmates (SJU '74) and some extended family members.

Schletty’s Music at Other Sites

See Schletty's song pages at the following music sites:

Folk Alley:

Wondrous Clay


Wondrous ClayLyrics

Lord of life, you love all souls.
By your touch we are made whole.
Sculptor of all time and space,
hold us in your warm embrace.

God, you watch creation toil.
God, you seed and water soil.
Guide us through another day.
Shape our lives in wondrous clay.

Often blind and so afraid.
Then your Word makes worries fade.
Healing Spirit, bring new light.
Illuminate our darkest night.


We journey with your risen Son
from mother's womb to valleys beyond.
Lead us to a vision so true,
through living waters that renew.

[refrain 2x]

Richard Schletty ©2011

piano arrangement by Paul F. Page
piano performance by André van Haren


Breath That Heals

© 2009 Hendrik Steiner (music) and Richard Schletty (lyrics),
Lyrics inspired by


In the crush of oppression
When emotions sway
And the truth is gray

In a crazy obsession
When the senses war
And the will is torn

That's when you shout, for nothing can conceal
The joy when you receive the Breath that heals

Quench the flaming darts
That pierce unguarded hearts
Have authority over anger, fear and lust
Bring light, bring hope, bring trust

In the clutch of possession
When voices scream
And visions are seen

In the cold disconnection
From everlasting Love
From your God above



In each inspiration
When new seeds are grown
And the Word is known

In times of communion
When faith and hope unite
To fight the dark of night




Instrumentation by Luca Frappola (Italy)
Lyrics, vocals and mixing by Richard Schletty (U.S.A.)
©2006 Luca Frappola and Richard Schletty


For so many years I've been workin' like a dog.
Seems my day is done – I'm really in a fog.
Now I'm coming home on a cold and moonlit road.
Home to Dreamville, with a story to be told.

Took me fifty years to discover what I need:
A wife, my kids, a house, and a very tiny seed.
It's the seed of hope, it's the sun on the rise.
It's called Dreamville, it's a poet's paradise.

All these lofty thoughts, they had never filled my mind
'til I found a voice and a stringed axe to grind.
I'm reinventing wisdom, I'm tearing down the fence.
I'm bringin' to the masses a plain man's eloquence.

I will give my words to the humble and the proud.
I will sell my soul to the God who shouts aloud:
"Use your tools, son. It's time to make your move!
All those folks are waiting to see what you can prove."

Now I'm coming home, I'm a wailing down the stretch.
This ain't no hopeless hopefulness, a stupid pencil sketch.
It's virtually reality. It's right there, down the road.
Soon I'll be in Dreamville, that's where I'll get my lode.


Against Your Will (The Trail of Tears Story)
(1838 Cherokee Removal)

Music ©2006 Hendrik Steiner and Karl Anselm.
Lyrics ©2006 Richard Schletty.
Production by Richard Schletty.

More information about the Indian Removal Act here:


Long version

In 18-3-0 "Sharp Knife" Jackson carved out
For tribes in the southeast a land exchange rout
A Removal Act Emerson and Crockett decried
Surely natives and squatters can live side by side

Soldiers guarded forts and a river of clay
from Lake of the Woods to Galveston Bay
The lands kept on shifting, the lines all were gray
Where there's greed there's death in the old USA

In the camps where you died
In the land of the free
On the trails where you cried
Digetsi ilvse'i
You were driven like cattle against your will

In 18-3-5 the Treaty of New Echota
Offered millions in cash and acres in Oklahoma
Chief John Ross from Georgia handed on your rejection
You made thousands of marks upon on a petition

Chief Ross cut a deal for self-preservation
Cross the wide Mississippi without reservation
Heed the acts and the treaties and the guns in your backs
Join your brothers on the Plains, time to take up your packs

We sent armies of thousands to shepherd you west
Made you homeless in your homeland with rifles and fists

[instrumental interlude]

In the camps where you died
In the land of the free
On the trails where you cried
Digetsi ilvse'i
You were driven like cattle against your will

Note: "digetsi ilvse'i" means "driven like cattle against their will" (third-person reportive tense in the Cherokee language. Source: Ryan Mackey,

music ©2006 Hendrik Steiner and Karl Anselm (Germany)
lyrics ©2006-2009 Richard Schletty (Minnesota, U.S.A),


Happiness Calling

This is a "New Renaissance" song about hope and love emerging from shadows of darkness.

See Feter's original orchestral composition:

From Iraq, via e-mail, Feter sent to me his beautiful Renaissance composition (as a raw MIDI file). I remixed and revoiced his three polyphonic instrument parts in Apple Logic Express. I wrote lyrics and sang all voices. Live tambourine and ceramic drum were added to enhance the feeling of a Renaissance period piece. I tried to get good stereo separation and depth of sound. Feter and I are both very happy with this mix but know there is always room for improvement. We hope you like it. Special thanks to Hendrik Steiner from Munich, Germany, for important comments which helped shape the final mix.

I wish I had better software instruments...or a live session with the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra.

Song art by Richard Schletty. Adapted from a photo by Etienne Wansa, Aslout, Lebanon.


Happiness Calling Happiness is calling to me, my friend.
Love is making my heart to sing.
Years spent in the darkness.
Now the sun is rising.

Emptiness filled me.
Bitterness killed me.
Oppression stilled me.
Now I'm free to give myself to you.

Happiness is calling! Love is returning!

Hopefulness is now surrounding us.
Love is making our hearts to sing.
Strength comes from the harmony.
Simple needs embracing.

Flowers blooming.
New steps taking.
Feelings sharing.
Now I'm free to do what I must do.

Happiness calling! Love is returning!

©2006 Richard Schletty and Feter McBlues



Another cross-Atlantic collaboration with Hendrik and Karl! Music ©2006 Hendrik Steiner and Karl Anselm. Lyrics ©2006 Richard Schletty. Thanks to Norman Miller for inspiration to softly protest the follies and immorality of mankind.


Rest, little child, as yet undefiled.
I'll sing you a story, an old allegory.
This big world so fertile rests on a fat turtle.
It suffers the weight of greed, lust and hate.

The sky has a black eye from smokestacks and wheels.
Hear the cry of the loons and the barking of seals.
When the forests are felled, the oceans will eat the hills.

Wake, all you reapers, you takers and keepers.
Let us be one with the ones who have none.
A new generation must fix degradation.
All treasures to share with nurturing care.

Who will awaken? Who is not shaken
by caps that are shrinking, by heads that aren't thinking?
When substance is lost, we all will pay the cost.

In the Sky above the Water there lived the Ancient One and his people. A Great Tree bearing flowers and fruits nourished them. One night, the wife of the Ancient One dreamed that the Great Tree was uprooted. To fulfill such a powerful prophecy, the Great One and his warriors pulled with all their might and lifted up the Great Tree, leaving a big black hole. Many creatures tried and failed to reach down and pull up Earth from the bottom of the hole. Finally, muskrat succeeded, clutching Earth in her right paw. Great Turtle said, "Put Earth on my back." The tiny bit of Earth grew on Great Turtle's back until it became the whole wide World.*

Now into the black night the tortoise might drop.
Will you help the Great Turtle keep our garden on top?
Will you see wisdom etched on the back of his shell?

Oh, Little One, will you help?

* Narrative adapted from creation story of the Onondaga Indians of the northeastern woodlands of North America


Thou Art More Lovely

Comments by Jack Miller: "Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 is one of his best known and most loved, due in part to its accessibility. As you listen, imagine a man walking in an open meadow on a summer's day, daydreaming of his lover. He begins to contemplate, in his own heart, to what he can compare her. But comparisons fail, even as he considers a summer's day or the sun itself. She is unique. The inspiration to do this was born of a desire to bring Shakespeare in a modern musical form to today's audience. This piece has a light jazz flavor and in it Richard delivers one of his best vocal performances. Mike, on guitar, provides excellent lead rhythm and flourishes as well as a short solo that make this song come together. Richard shows off his growing skills with some great background acoustic guitar playing. Employing the mighty "pencil tool", I provide the upright bass as well as a little live shaker shaking. We hope you like it."

Lyrics: William Shakespeare
Musical Composition: Jack Miller
Vocals and guitar: Richard Schletty
Lead rhythm and solo guitar: Mike Lavoie
Bass & Shaker: Jack Miller
Mixing (Apple Logic Express 7): Richard Schletty

copyright 2004 Postludes Trio


Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
  So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
  So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


Love Alters Not

Lyrics: William Shakespeare (Sonnet 116)
Music/arrangement: Jack Miller
Vocals/arrangement: Richard Schletty
Acoustic guitar: Mike Lavoie
Rhythm guitar/tin flute: Jack Miller
Editing/mixing: Richard Schletty

Click for Lyrics
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


Copyright 2003-2009, Richard Cecil Schletty, Sonority by Schletty Publishing, Saint Paul, Minnesota