@user-936947521 Many thanks for your great feedback, Frans!🙏

Super like this song - great production 🔥

Great track.   Reminda me of Harry Chapin

Really fine, storytelling song John & Alfredo!

Top quality arrangement and musical performance. Well done my friends.

Questa canzone è dedicata a mio padre Dino Salvatori.
https://dinosalvatori.weebly.com

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La realtà somiglia ad un fiume che scorre incessante nel mare dei ricordi. In quell'accumulo invisibile che chiamiamo memoria, spesso andiamo in cerca delle nostre cose più care, nell'inane tentativo di non perderle per sempre. È questo il tema di un dialogo immaginario tra due amici che provano a trovare un senso allo scorrere inesorabile del tutto.


Ricordi 

A un tratto sei partito
Dal porto il tuo veliero 
Andava via leggero
E non ti ho più sentito
Ferito ti ho inseguito 
Ma il tuo volto si allontana
Sempre più sbiadito 

Tu lo sai quanto segno 
Hai lasciato tra noi
Che sei stato un gigante
Un condottiero/guerriero
La tua spada era sempre 
E soltanto pensiero 

Amico mio 
La vita scivola
In un rapido istante
Già andato, finito
Se vai nei ricordi
Lo troverai (lo troverai) 

Allora forse
Ho capito dici che
Se la vita è perduta
In un lampo in un minuto 
Ciò che abbiamo vissuto 
Non scompare all'istante 
Come avevo temuto 

Del tempo compianto
Grumi di istanti di vita
Come per incanto
Si addensano in memorie
Più vive delle storie 
Senza alcun rimpianto 

Amico mio 
La vita scivola
In un rapido istante
Già andato, finito
Se vai nei ricordi 
Lo troverai (lo troverai)
E non saremo mai troppo distanti
Se la memoria di una vita 
È un sole che arde dentro di te 

Se vai nei ricordi
Nei ricordi 
Se vai nei ricordi 
Lo troverai


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Ricordi

Kinda laid 80’s uk guitar with a rocker vibe

Again

Godiamoci la vita finché siamo giovani, diceva un noto inno goliardico.
In proposito, credo che l'amore renda giovani in ogni tempo, e, quando l'età è cambiata, aiuti comunque a vivere con ritrovata giovinezza.
E mi piace anche pensare che se c'è l'amore la notte è lontana. 

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La notte è lontana 

Se l'amore è una luce 
Alla fine della notte
È il sapore di un fiore 
Il calore di un sole 

Se l'amore è una nota 
Che può far rumore 
Musica che suona libera 

Baciami 
Dimentica tutto 
Quello che non va 
La notte è lontana
Ma presto o tardi arriverà 

Se l'amore in un sogno
Ha un corpo di donna
Che mi ruba il pudore
Per farmi volare 

E somiglia una nota
Anche se fa rumore
Musica che suona libera 

Baciami 
Dimentica tutto
Quello che non va 
La notte è lontana
Ma presto o tardi arriverà 



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La notte è lontana

La Notte È Lontana

John Stone: lyrics, lead vocal, backing vocals, piano
Alfredo Salvatori: music, backing vocals, guitars, bass, synth 

Produced by Alfredo Salvatori 


Runaway 

She was born in a town on the border,
Raised for the fourth of July,
She knew within 
She didn’t  fit in
Don't know why. 

She didn’t go looking for trouble,
But trouble was always round,
It was always the same,
No-one to blame
Was what she always found. 

Runaway and maybe you’ll find somewhere, a place,
A place to stay and feel that  you’re safe in your own space. 

She moved to a part of the country,
That soon didn’t want her around,
It wasn’t long before she’s moving on
Southern bound, from town to town to town. 

Met a young man by the roadside,
She just couldn’t run anymore,
He listened to all that she said
That no-one ever listened to before. 

Runaway and maybe you’ll find somewhere, a place,
A place to stay and feel that you’re safe in your own space,
But if the demons that you are running from are strong,
Then in your head you’ll find that they’ll follow on and on. 

She thought about all he had shown her,
And sensing her journey’s end,
She realised the safest place
Is where you finally find a friend. 

So don’t runaway and maybe you’ll find somewhere, a place,
A place to stay and feel that  you’re safe in your own space.



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Runaway

Watch the music video:  https://vimeo.com/949369795

Quantum theory brilliantly explains the physical universe. But the certainty of every quantum state is dependent on an "observer" and physicists are wrestling with what that means: Consciousness is the foundation and source of everything. 

And quantum theory cannot explain consciousness any more than it can explain love, the perception of color or sound, or the taste of chocolate. Because consciousness (or spirit) creates the physical universe, not the other way around.

Lyrics:

Super Colliders

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders
I could barely pass mathematics
But I knew that I was on fire
And I knew you were to me
More than just matter energy
And I'm going to have to find the answer

But when I sought the implicate order
The wave collapsed into water
And I know you don't want to hear it:
Underneath it all we are spirit
A voice is whispering in the ear of Mr. Verlinde:
Four universes remain chaotic

Now they find the conscious mind is driving everything
I confess this consciousness once heard the angels sing
I'll make it back to heaven's gate winding a golden string
And smile at the absurdity when I should be laughing

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders
Done my share of mental gymnastics
But my heart keeps taking me higher
The gravity of it all is emerging as we fall
The irony is not lost on me

Now they find the conscious mind is driving everything
I confess this consciousness once heard the angels sing
I'll make it back to heaven's gate winding a golden string
And smile at the absurdity when I should be laughing

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders

Super Colliders

The high life 

She steals the breath out of me
When all I want to do is sin 
I’m leaving the good to the rest 
I’ve been before and I will again 

 Cant do anything without her
Well nothing unless you stay in 
No electricity or power 
Live off the fat of the land 

To keep a life of influence and pride 
I’m in where do I stand ? 
Show me where I can find ? 

She appeals to the rebel in me 
When I wanna go against the grain 
My grip on reality 
Is starting to show the strain 

To live,  a life,  of influence and pride 
I’m in, where do I stand ? 
Show me where, I can find ? 

The high life 
It’s Now or never 
Alright 
Can we get it together 
So nice 
Won’t be forever 
I’m here for the pain 
So I’ll stay for whatever

The High Life

See the music video (made in VR):  https://youtu.be/Nnxe3I16FMM

We Are Not Robots

I don't know what she just did to me
I thought she was above such childish things
She said to me my truth will never change
But please don't expect me to act my age

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

She said people don't know me, they just see
My mistakes and eccentricity
When you get to know me you will see
I'm trying to escape reality

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah
Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

We Are Not Robots

The Blue Room – smoke and whisky and tears….

The original idea was a smoky, jazzy, late night club-for-lonely-hearts kind of thing.  But since my “jazz” piano always ends up honky-tonk, and I can’t seem to lose the backwoods in my voice, the final product – though still smoky & late night – is more lonely hearts beer joint than jazz club.  Jazzabilly maybe.  Redneck Blues. 
								
But there is a plan to give the song a little jazz credibility.  I play an organ solo mid-song that I actually wrote for saxophone.  I’m sending the song to my little brother, longtime Atlanta musician Herb Avery, who says he knows a sax player who’ll take it on.  So if Herbert can make that happen, I’ll upload the new version later.  If he can’t, I’ll be looking for a sax player out there.  And yes, for now I’m keeping the sax player pic posted, to remind me to get this done.

My daughter Julia helped out vocally on the choral refrain.

So here we go.  Come set for a spell in The Blue Room…..when nobody loves you.

The Blue Room

Leaders and politicians often try to go somewhere, taking people with them - but it is not always what is best. There are so many examples, and rather than just walking away such leaders need to go back to the start and do things properly. With references to ancient Greeks!


GO BACK TO THE START

Wabbit

Dynamic dialog between voice and guitar (one-shot recorded), over a very syncopated rhythm. Epic words and guitar solos, showing some rock background.

Dinámico diálogo entre voz y guitarra (todavía grabado del tirón) sobre un ritmo muy sincopado. Toques épicos en letra y solos de guitarra, dejando entrever entrañas de rock.

Lyrics/Letra:

Ya queda poco, ya queda poco,
poco para regresar. 
Ya queda poco, ya queda poco,
sólo una semana más.

Una historia que contar,
un secuestro a voluntad,
una meta que cumplir,
el orgullo de mamá.

Ya queda poco, ya queda poco,
poco para regresar. 
Ya queda poco, ya queda poco,
sólo una semana más.

Cuántas horas sin dormir,
sin salir y sin soñar
¿Qué ha venido a hacer aquí
el orgullo de mamá?

Runaway

Alfredo Salvatori

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