Alta Gracia - Oscar Harris

Peppino Gagliardi- Grazie amore mio

La Bohème (Persian French Cover)

Ojos Tristes (Cheshmaye Ghamgin) (French & Persian Cover)

Auteur : Vincent Caplan
2010 repris 21.07.2025
Texte protégé Sacem
Musique, Arrangements, Voix Masculine : IA Suno V4.5+
Direction Musicale : Vincent Caplan
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Ma Femme - Vincent Caplan IA

it's 3am in the smoky jazz club and she walks onto the stage to play the last set of the night... tales of heartbreak, self destruction, lust, nightmares and doomed love... but not without a sprinkle of hope on top. Sometimes that small piece of hope is enough to take you through another day. A melancholy collection of some of my jazz reinterpretations of my songs

Edge of Reflection v3 jazz version

In the canyon where the coyotes cry,
Old Jim walked in with a fevered eye,
He swore at dawn he’d claim his little land,
But the deed was dust slipped through his hand.
That night he stumbled past the lantern’s glow,
Found Mary weeping where the river flows,
He raised his fist in a fit of spite,
And left her cold by the pale moonlight.

In the dust of the frontier, blood stains the plain,
A gun still smoking, a widow’s refrain,
No pardon given under the prairie sky,
When the innocent fall, and the wild winds sigh.

The sheriff came riding at first light’s break,
His boots weighed heavy for justice’s sake,
Old Jim stared hard, said he meant no harm,
But Mary’s ghost still holds his arm.
They hauled him down where the gallows stand,
Under a flag that once flew proud and grand,
He swung in silence, the desert heard his plea,
But mercy died where no one could see.

In the dust of the frontier, blood stains the plain,
A gun still smoking, a widow’s refrain,
No pardon given under the prairie sky,
When the innocent fall, and the wild winds sigh.

And the tumbleweeds roll where the tears once fell,
Echoes of sorrow ring like a death-knell,
The land keeps secrets in its cracked, dry hand,
Of murder done and no contraband.

Now Mary’s name drifts on the dry night air,
In every shadow, in every prayer,
Old Jim’s boots are empty, his heart a stone,
In the silent town he stands alone.
The frontier rages in its timeless way,
And justice hides where the coyotes play,
So heed the danger when you stake your claim,
For the price of greed is a burning flame.

In the dust of the frontier, blood stains the plain,
A gun still smoking, a widow’s refrain,
No pardon given under the prairie sky,
When the innocent fall, and the wild winds sigh.

In the dust of the frontier

Open Doors

Sway (Originally By Dean Martin)

Singer: Shokufe Tahmasbi
Composer: Tohid Irankhah
Creator: Mohamad Hozhabri

Self Control

YouTube Content ID, Pt. 36

Alta Gracia

AiMee Pickman isn't my real name, it's a pseudonym. I've been producing music for a few years but never put any of it online before. I'll be adding tracks every few days, starting with the older material first... it's a schizo mixture of apocalyptic, cosmic horror and introspective real life themed material across a variety of music genres and styles and also instrumental pieces. We produce versions of the songs in a variety of styles to keep things interesting for ourselves (myself and my production guys) and to allow us to explore the different contexts and perceptions a few subtle changes can often create...