Name: A Word With The Primate by ALO | Composer
Duration: 32 s
Description: A piece written for the 30-second FB composer challenge.

Xanaboo è un concept album di 8 tracce ambientato nel basso Medioevo dove tra le mura dell’alta borghesia si consuma un  amore clandestino tra una giovane donna sposata e il suo schiavo marocchino. La nascita di un neonato mulatto e la sua uccisione da parte della madre della nobildonna scateneranno una serie di tragiche reazioni a catena. 
Un album che racconta storie di vita con sonorità profonde ed energiche come quelle della musica techno, apparentemente in netto contrasto col periodo in cui è ambientata la storia, eppure in così perfetta armonia.

Xanaboo is an 8-track concept album set in the late Middle Ages where clandestine love is consummated between a young married woman and her Moroccan slave within the walls of the upper class. The birth of a newborn mulatto and his murder by the noblewoman's mother will trigger a series of tragic chain reactions.
An album that tells life stories with deep and energetic sounds like those of techno music, apparently in stark contrast to the period in which the story is set, yet in such perfect harmony.

Xanaboo

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Music and Lyrics by the amazingly talented The Corking Crack Band.  https://soundcloud.com/lee_boyes-128832399

I listened for your keys at the door
And I waited for your steps upon the floor
I picked up my drawing of cows and barns
Then ran into your coat and your scarf and your arms

You showed me that fear is forbidden
You told me that pain should be hidden
You smacked me, you struck me when I opened my eyes
You taught me that truth hurts more than lies

Oh I, yes I’m not sad and lonely
You won’t see, you won’t see the tears I cry
Oh I, no I’m not sad and lonely
It’s just the way the rain falls every time that we say goodbye

I hope for a day
A day of diamonds and dreams
I hope you will say
Things are not as they seem
I pray you will take me
Your hand on my cheek
And tell me you love me
And you’re sorry for being so weak
Oh daddy…

I can still smell the green grass you mowed
Every Sunday, cut blades blew across the road
So little was there on show
The roots are still deep and still guide how they grow

Oh I, yes I’m not sad and lonely
You won’t see, you won’t see the tears that I cry
Oh I, no I’m not sad and lonely
It’s just the way the rain falls every time that we say goodbye

The Way the Rain Falls (With The Corking Crack Band)

While you look away.

Some source wavs were donated by Mat Ward through the organisation of Yellow Salamand'r
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Mat ward, https://soundcloud.com/no-mates-ensemble

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TOPOGRAPHIC VOICES

Fade out

She is burning like liquid fire... and he is  as cold as ice and as receptive as a stone.... Funny thing passion... those who have it suffer for it... those who don't do not understand it... I turn it into this...

Unreciprocated

Thinking

A piece written for the 30-second FB composer challenge.

A Word With The Primate

A composer who does not know how to read & write note music, nor to play any musical instrument.  Thanks to modern technology though, I've found the midi tools & VST Instruments to transfer the music from my busy head to actual audible tunes.

A Word With The Primate

ALO | Composer

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