Your idea of translating the same poem into different languages, and then of using it with different backing tracks, is a brilliant tribute both to the universality of human experience and to the plasticity of music as a means of conveying the deepest emotions.

Fantastic production! A spiritual and musical delight.

Thanking Marcus Turner for this Mandolin :-D

... Et également très bon, est votre voix? Très belle!

Playlisted: https://soundcloud.com/andiyi/sets/discoveries-best-of-2016

Hello my dear Adair, Amazing and very fine piece.  Love a lot this ambiance. Very tasty and a nice invitation to travel. Thank you very much. Friendly thoughts to you Adair

Dans ma mémoire

Dans ma mémoire
Un autre pays
Un autre aujourd'hui
Dans ma mémoire

Un petit coin de rue
Un coin de paradis
Où je retrouve mes amis

Dans le soleil
Orangé gris
Maman m'appelle
Dans le soleil

Salut c'est l'heure
La compagnie
On se verra demain ici
Le coeur léger
Jusque tombe la nuit

Il y a tant de rêves à faire
Tant de choses encore
Et tant d'amour
Au fond de ma mémoire

Salut c'est l'heure
La compagnie
Je reviendrai toujours ici
Le coeur léger
Jusque tombe la nuit

Il y a tant de rêves à faire
Tant de choses encore
Et tant d'amour
Au fond de ma mémoire

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Dans ma mémoire

Wind #2 - A poem by Bill Manhire 

a wind goes out over the fields
a shadow grows where I touch you
what is this distance? 
whose hand is quietly waving?

Link to the Poet: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Manhire

Murat Genc - Turkish Language https://www.odt.co.nz/lifestyle/food-wine/video-k%C3%B6fte-recipe-and-video

Afifi Harris - Lebanese Language https://www.odt.co.nz/lifestyle/food-wine/simple-seasonal-sensational-oregano
Emile Raad - Lebanese Language http://www.odt.co.nz/news/dunedin/61848/emile-gets-ready-serve-his-last-kebab
Marcus Turner - Baglama saz & Mandolin  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcus_Turner
Bruce Partridge - Flamenco guitar segments http://nefc.org.nz/calendar.asp?calendarid=7390&viewpast=true
Rohan Bruce - Drums https://soundcloud.com/djrohanb
Julian Bruce - Drums https://soundcloud.com/julianfinleybruce
Adair Bruce - Music/Sound composition, piano, flute, chordaphone & percussive elements.
Nigel Jenkins - Recording Engineer https://soundcloud.com/xensonic
Photography: Hazel Tucker  (Mount Ararat)
http://www.otago.ac.nz/tourism/staff/otago062323.html

The Wind #2 - Turkish & Lebanese Language

Original song, lyrics, vocal, mix & mastering by KOE
All tracks protected "Copyright France" ©
https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/
Have a good listen!
KOE

"Believe again"
When i was a kid, i never cried
many books have closed
and the tears are flowing now
how to trust again
how to still believe
to all the promises

When i was, a teenager
head full of positive things.
many pages have been turned
now the rivers have dried up
tell me how to believe again
in all this confusion
tell me how to believe again
in this illusion...

when i was in my thirties
nothing scared me
but fire and blood in our lives
makes me fear the worst
how to trust again
how to still believe
in this crazy world

once, the sky was clear
but time has done its job
could you tell me the secret
could you tell me what to do
to go back, believe again
to go back believe again...

Quand j'étais enfant, je ne pleurais jamais.
de nombreux livres se sont fermés
et les larmes coulent maintenant
comment refaire confiance
comment croire encore
à toutes les promesses

Quand j'étais adolescent
la tête pleine de choses positives.
Mais de nombreuses pages ont été tournées
maintenant les rivières se sont asséchées
Dis-moi comment croire à nouveau
dans toute cette confusion
Dis-moi comment croire à nouveau
dans cette illusion...

quand j'étais dans la trentaine
rien ne me faisait peur
mais le feu et le sang dans nos vies
me fait craindre le pire
comment refaire confiance
comment croire encore
dans ce monde de fous?

autrefois, le ciel était clair
mais le temps a fait son oeuvre.
pourriez-vous me dire le secret
pourriez-vous me dire quoi faire
revenir en arrière, croire à nouveau
Faire demi-tour et croire à nouveau...

Believe again

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Believe Again © (Original song) Lyrics in description + traduction en français 👦

sung with Lynn Vare, of DelGirl. Simple metaphor: those who believe in fate vs. those who believe we control our own destiny. 

Little Bird

Kote Lalolagi

Vocal in Tokelauan Language : Selina Mulder
Photograph of Selina, sound & vocal arrangement: Adair Bruce
Recording Engineer: Nigel Jenkins @xensonic
With the kind assistance of CreativeNZ & the Dunedin City Council.



This small work is a recording of my friend Selina. She immigrated from the Tokelau Islands as a young teenager to study nursing & early childhood education here in New Zealand. I am sharing this with you to coincide with the celebration of the Tokelauan Language week here in New Zealand.

Tokelau lies to the North of the Samoan Islands in the Pacific ocean. It has a very rich and special culture that is sea & land based, possessing a deep spiritual bias with the advent of Christianity. It is a culture with story telling steeped in  song and dance. 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokelau
https://www.nzonscreen.com/title/atoll-people-1970 

TOKELAUAN LANGUAGE

Kote Lalolagi

Kote lalolagi e hahala ona tala
Na tuhi ai Paulo ni otaota katoa na 
Manatu iho au te ikuga e faigata
Malepele toku tino liu masei e

An interpretation : What is going on in the world at this time is actually inconsequential or "meaningless". We believe that we are in control & own the world but we do not. In effect, Paulo said "what is the use of worldly goods when we lose our souls?" 

We come here with nothing and we go back with nothing.

Kote Lalolagi - Tokelauan Language

by my daughter, Megan Eaves-Egenes. Recorded at Red Planet Studio, Port Chalmers, New Zealand. 

Killary

It's a long time since poet Karin Tarabochia (Augenmerk) and I proposed to do a collaboration but we have finally got there. Translation was a problem but by listening to, and reading Karin's other works I let myself surrender to the tone in her words and voice. Karin has written the poetry and allowed me to shadow her beautiful words with my interpretation in places. Sometimes it is literal and sometimes I have improvised slightly but always going from the poem Karin sent to me. 

The format is as it was proposed by Karin, her wonderful and sensitive reading followed by my reading. Once both recordings had been done by ourselves it was my job to place a musical context to the readings. I was so in love with the natural voices I wasn't sure about what music to blend with it but as soon as I realised that a previous work I had done felt right I brought it all together.

I am thrilled to work with Karin, and hope you may enjoy our collaboration. Two voices, two poets, and a desire to bridge the language difficulties such a task brings to poetry.

Original poem, Karin Tarabochia, aka Augenmerk
shadow poetry and interpretation, myself Soloneili
Music composed and played by myself.
Throat chant courtesy of DJ Griffin, Project Freesound.

Einfach Sein (collab with Augenmerk)

Star’s End 2015 (Silent Currents 4)

Silent Currents 4

Quite some time ago Jimmy Rivas sent me a splendid, but melancholy soundtrack called Stalingrad and enquired if I could write a poem to it. I spent many a while researching the battle of Stalingrad and trying to get a real feel for what had happened there. The suffering was immense, the losses awful. Jimmy was moved by this and so was I, especially by Jimmy's haunting soundtrack he had composed and given life to. It has taken me a long time to find the right feel and tone for the words, but here it is.

Stalingrad - collab with J. Rivas

The City - Words & Music by Pravinand Maharaj

Once it was a city
Now it’s just a street
With every mile another dream lays crushed
And the sun shows no pity
Pouring out its heat
As mighty towers crumble into dust

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

There were signs on the water
Portents in the sky
The Watchers blind by sleep didn’t see a thing
Six crows at the altar
A bargain for the price
Half less worth an eagle’s broken wing

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

What walks the moon at midnight
Through the narrow lanes 
Lurking in the shadows that it cast
A pestilence upon us, a blight
A spreading stain
Taking everything out on its path

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

So, sing the last love song written
Drink up the vineyard grape
Rouse the ghosts of tomorrow from their slumber
If I break out of this prison
And the hour’s not too late
I’ll be down the road without a name or number

One by one they followed
One by one they left without a trace

Pravinand: Vocals and Acoustic
Bas: Backing Vocals and Electric
Mix and Mastered by Bas Kooman

The City - Johnny Minstrel and Bas Kooman

Texte : Augenmerk
Music : Philippe Bal-Blanc

Mein Kopf ein schwankendes Tanzschiff in collaboration with Augenmerk

I have been involved with music since early childhood. A family of seven playing together were the beginnings. Percussion, Piano, Singing, 'Cello & Guitar were my training disciplines: Singing always a great passion. As a young Adult I was involved also with theatre, musical theatre, fine arts & sculpture, which led to the creation of numerous ethnic, although original instruments, stringed, blown and beaten. This focus on creation has always given me an intuitive approach to music making. Sound and its deepest listening and what can be done with the new technologies of recording has inspired this work. My piano is extemporaneous now with a highly meditative approach. With an enormous gratitude for the eloquence of Bill Manhire's Poetry as the creative back-bone. Eyes closed and headphones are best.

The Wind #2 - Turkish & Lebanese Language

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