Quite tense feeling despite slow pace of this track. Reading about the song background I did fully understand. [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

Un calme très agréable pour se détendre avec une voix si douce. Merci !

I never thought... we’d see each other
Just where we met, so long ago
Shy soft glances we shared back then
Repeated over with sad regrets

I can’t believe... It’s you beside me
You look just like..., so long ago
When you smiled and you talked too much
When you were nervous... it made me laugh

We both have moved on, I've got a family
There’s nothing left for us to share today
It's the way we used to be
Shadows in the past

That little spark....That made me love you
I see it's back again tonight
There not room left for me and you
and closing doors won't make it right 

So how are you? I guess you’re married
Are you still working for the company?
Never knew you at all that well 
I had a chance, but... that boat has sailed 

We used to be... so good together
It seems so many years ago
Many summers have passed us by
They Fade to brown then into grey 

We both have moved on
We both have changed our lives
We've both got loves and we've got families
It's the way we used to be
Shadows in the past

Still in the past... My heart is racing
I want it back... But I just can't.....
Everything that we used to share
It's broken now.... can't be repaired...

We both must move on
We both have changed our lives
We've both got loves and we've got families
It's the way we used to be
Shadows in the past

I have to go
I need to go
It was so nice ..But oh
It's the way that we used to be
Shadows in the past


Album - Hopes and Dreams (C) 2019
Song - Shadows in the Past
Music - Russell Lucas and  Tania Knight
Lyrics - Tania Knight
Vocals - Sumi (Sreyashi Mukherjee)
Arrangement and Production - Russell Lucas 
Mixing - Romano Erafficci

Shadows In The Past (EP - Hopes and Dreams)

Circles

Up beat rock song with vocal harmonies and crunchy guitars

Ride On

Devil lends a hand

Old song I wrote about the first and only time I talked to my dad on the phone.  It was tense and weird and resentments were running wild.  And nothing was really resolved except I guess a certain degree of acceptance maybe even forgiveness .   Realizing that anyone is capable of bad behavior like abandonment given their current mindset and level of maturity.

Father's Day

Another electronic track, this time round with a tint of rock.

Winds of Memories

(English translation above)

L'INVITATION AU VOYAGE

	Mon enfant, ma sœur,
	Songe à la douceur
D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble !
	Aimer à loisir,
	Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble !
	Les soleils mouillés
	De ces ciels brouillés
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
	Si mystérieux
	De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

	Des meubles luisants,
	Polis par les ans,
Décoreraient notre chambre ;
	Les plus rares fleurs
	Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre,
	Les riches plafonds,
	Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,
	Tout y parlerait
	À l'âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

	Vois sur ces canaux
	Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l’humeur est vagabonde ;
	C’est pour assouvir
	Ton moindre désir
Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde.
	- Les soleils couchants
	Revêtent les champs,
Les canaux, la ville entière,
	D’hyacinthe et d’or ;
	Le monde s’endort 
Dans une chaude lumière.

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

Poème de Charles BAUDELAIRE, 1857
Musique de Myckaël MARCOVIC, 1992
Approximate translation :

INVITATION TO TRAVEL

My child, my sister,
Think of the sweetness
To go there and live together!
To love at leisure,
Love and die
To the country that looks like you!
The wet suns
Of these cloudy skies
For my mind have the charms
So mysterious
With your treacherous eyes,
Shining through their tears.

There, all is order and beauty,
Luxury, calm and pleasure.

Of the shiny furniture,
Polished by the years,
Would decorate our room;
The rarest flowers
Mixing up their smells
To the vague scent of amber,
The rich ceilings,
The deep mirrors,
The splendour of the East,
It would all talk
To the soul in secret
His sweet native tongue.

There, all is order and beauty,
Luxury, calm and pleasure.

See on these channels
Sleep these ships
Whose mood is vagabond;
It is to satisfy
Your least desire
Let them come from the ends of the earth.
- The sunsets
Put on the fields,
The canals, the whole city,
Of hyacinth and gold;
The world is falling asleep
In a warm light.

There, all is order and beauty,
Luxury, calm and pleasure.

Poem by Charles BAUDELAIRE, 1857
Music by Myckaël MARCOVIC, 1992

Invitation au voyage (Charles Baudelaire/Myckaël Marcovic)

Whatever's debut instrumental in all it's tapey glory!

Whatever - Nowhere

Summer Tune

2econd Skin - Burn The Witch

Written: 2019-20
Duration: ca. 21'
Instrumentation: string quartet
Commissioned by The Indianapolis String Quartet
Premiere: The Indianapolis String Quartet, Carnegie Hall, Weill Recital Hall, New York, NY, March 5, 2020.
Publisher: Bill Holab Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/composers/robert-paterson/
For More Information: https://robertpaterson.com/string-quartet-no-3

PROGRAM NOTES
String Quartet No. 3 consists of five movements that explore “other voices,” either literally or figuratively. In a literal sense, this could mean speaking or singing in a way that is not considered normal or even out of one’s control. It could also mean speaking differently for a desired effect. Figuratively, “other voices” could mean a voice that is not one’s own. All five movements touch on these definitions in one way or another.

The first movement, Twist and Shout, uses musical patterns that sound like stuttering or someone who has a severe form of Tourette’s Syndrome. I use these sounds as a technical point of departure, incorporating jagged rhythms, erratic melodic patterns, and sudden volume shifts throughout the movement.

The second movement is entitled Poet Voice, and uses this style of reciting poems as a point of departure. In particular, this movement is based on a video of Louise Glück reading her poem “The Wild Iris,” which is included in a book of poems of the same name for which Glück won the Pulitzer Prize. Glück’s poem compares human suffering and finding a voice to the growth of a wild iris that makes a “passage from the other world” underground, despite the difficulty of breaking through. In the image of the wild iris, the explosion of color symbolizes new life. In this movement, I mimic Glück’s speech patterns and structure the movement around the sound of her voice and the content of her poem, essentially giving new life to her poetic reading. 

The third movement, Auction Chant, is inspired by North American auctioneering, which is a rapid-fire, rhythmic repetition of numbers and “filler words” spoken by auctioneers in the process of conducting an auction. This movement is also inspired by country fiddle music, which is a type of music often played in areas where auctioneering takes place.

In the fourth movement, Effects Pedal, I mimic sounds made by electronic effects pedals—and in particular, a vocal effects pedal, but without the use of actual electronic effects on the stringed instruments. I also use musical effects that sound somewhat like swallowing helium, which raises your voice when you inhale it, or sulfur hexafluoride, which lowers it.

The final movement is entitled Anthem. In this patriotic-sounding, yet slightly humorous movement, I weave together various sports themes and state songs from around the United States that are used to rile up fans at sports games.

String Quartet No. 3 was commissioned by The Indianapolis Quartet.

Father's Day

Abraham Cloud

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