The tragic tale of a foreign girl forced into prostitution in England during the First World War, and the terrible fate that awaited so many of the soldiers. Many, many thanks to Ale Destiny for her poignant and plaintive vocal. You can hear her latest song "Vincent", also produced by my producer Sergio Aguilar,  here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfa7jjZoK0U&list=OLAK5uy_kwTdpzKWQbJ5Xm05Ok3ulGPmfAm_xv7s8

“Many home-front brothels served an increased number of clients following the war’s outset owing to the influx of men in arms preparing to go into the field.”
- Journey Steward (International Encyclopedia of the First World War)

Slang used in the song:
Dose: (in this case) a venereal infection
Dough: money
Slut: term for a person, usually a woman or girl, who is sexually promiscuous or considered to have loose sexual morals. It dates from the late 14th century in Geoffrey Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, although ironically he was describing a man!
Squaddies: soldiers
The clap: gonorrhea (The narrator in this song gets gonorrhea, or the clap, which was rampant at the time because so many soldiers were catching it from the prostitutes operating near the front. Many of those soldiers, believe it or not, were still virgins and didn't want to die without experiencing sex)
Whore: prostitute

Lyrics
There’s many a squaddie comes visiting
From the barracks up the road
And they all, if they pay, get a welcome
And a rest from a soldier’s load
They’ll be fighting for King and country
And be paid with a grisly end
So, the least we can do is to hold them
To be, for a while, their friend
To be, for a while, to be, for a while
To be, for a while, their friend

Ah me, I was born in a Catholic land
I’ve no love for you Protestant lads!
But I got put in the family way
And reviled as sinful and bad
I’m in England now, a whore for sure
But I dance and I sing and I play
And the squaddies laugh so innocently
As night gives way to the day
As night gives way to
as night gives way to
As night gives way to the day

I fell in love with an Irish boy
No more tender a lad you could meet
He was set to ask me to marry
But was lost in some bloody retreat
I’m carrying his child in my belly
But it’s whoring that brings in the dough
I’m to visit some witch in an alley
To make sure that there’s nothing to show
Make sure that there’s nothing,
Make sure that there’s nothing
Make sure that there’s nothing to show

The doctor says that I got the clap
A soldier, I’ll bet, from the front
The sluts down there do a roaring trade
Death so close, that they bear the brunt
Of virgins wanting a taste of the flesh
‘fore their bodies are ripped to shreds
And if they survive, return with their dose
To pass on in the heat of our beds
Pass on in the heat, pass on in the heat
To pass on in the heat of our beds

Yes, many a squaddie comes visiting
And will do for some time to come
But will there be any lads left alive
To march to the military drum
Yes, soldiers are welcome, one and all
And will be for some time to come
But where are all of the marrying types
To save us from our whoredom
To save us from our, to save us from our …
To save us from our whoredom

From One Singer Left to Mourn; track released August 11, 2023
Music: Michael Sellers; Sergio Aguilar
Lyrics: Michael Sellers
Lead Vocal: Ale Destiny
Backing Vocals: Alejandro Hidalgo & Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass, piano, percussion; musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Cover photo: Photo by The British Library on Unsplash, combined with a photo provided by Loretta Sellers
Cover design: Michael Sellers; Loretta Sellers Fortuny

One Singer Left to Mourn

Soldiers Welcome!

Buy: Bandcamp

Soldiers Welcome! FT Ale Destiny (UK Songwriting Contest: Star Rating: 5 Commended Entry 2023)

Once again Christmas has arrived. It is time to express our best wishes for happiness and fulfillment to everyone and to imbue ourselves with a sweet and happy atmosphere. It's not easy to do so when we think about the number of people who are currently suffering from wars, persecution, repression and famine. We need a better world, let's try ....let's do it ...... Merry Christmas !!!

Composed & produced by: Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2023
Kontakt Voices: Adey
Image: Mo Eid

We Need A Better World

Another song that started as a loop I made one night last year. It was originally a little faster and used all clean guitar sounds.

The name came from the fact that I was listening to a lot of indie rock/folk at the time and noticed that most of the lyrics of the songs are kinda depressing.

The EP is the Reface CP rhodes tone, playing octaves. I was trying to use it to capture that sound of certain indie bands that have a male and female singer.

Why Is It Always Sad Shit

Dive into the exciting "Світ таємних мрій" (World of Secret Dreams) with Ana Danch and DJ Electro-Geograph! Enjoy a unique remix of this autobiographical song, first released under the charming moniker Ana Danch in 2021.

До тебе йшла, так довго я
Шукала сховані дива
Моя душа з твоєю поруч ожила!

Приспів:
У моїх очах, у твоїх очах
Ніжність і вогонь, ми палаєм знов 
Покажи мені світ таємних мрій,
Твоїх мрій…
У моїх очах, у твоїх очах 
Ніжність і вогонь, ми палаєм знов
Покажи мені світ таємних мрій,
Твоїх мрій, наших мрій

Магічна ніч, і крізь дива 
Твій силует, ми пліч-о-пліч 
Твоя душа, відкритий Світ 
Ще мить і зліт!

Світ таємних мрій (Electro-Geograph Remix)

My latest song written and performed at my acoustic piano. Thanks go to my lovely Sander for this lovely mastering job. @wane-of-summer 😊❤️🎶🎹🎤❤️

Your light (with acoustic piano)

it's day time,    i'm happy,    free again.
the daylight,   is lovely,    no more pain.
out here,    i'm dancing,    sun or rain.

chorus:         then the sun goes down.
                    darkness does surround.
                    hide do not be found.
                    hush don't make a sound.

the summer,    i love it,    the long long days.
my friends come,    to play,    but no one stays.
then daylight,    starts fading,    they're on their way.

chorus

bridge spoken:    every night i hide in this cupboard, afraid to make a sound.
                             sometimes i hear them, they're all around.

they ask me,    why don't you,    escape this place.
there's a man,    he's scary,    with a hideous face.
if i run,    he's faster,    he starts to chase.

chorus

i'm waiting,    for my father,    to return one day.
i'll ask him,    to help me,    to take me away.
until then,    i can only,    hope and pray.

chorus x 2

Fear of ghosts part two (no escape)

'In A Round About Fashion' is an uptempo Jazz Fusion Track

Walking The Straight And Narrow

In A Round About Fashion

In my collection of field recordings catched during my travels, there is a very strange tape that I don't remember recording... It consists of several minutes of noises, sounds, voices & music from... I don't know where!
I edited this soundtrack out of nowhere and tried to create something with it... This is the Basement Radio!

Dans ma collection d'enregistrements de terrain captés lors de mes voyages, il y a une bande-son très étrange que je ne me rappelle pas avoir enregistrée... Elle se compose de plusieurs minutes de bruits, de sons, de voix et de musique enregistrées... je ne sais pas où !
J'ai édité cette bande sonore sortie de nulle part et essayé de créer quelque chose avec... Voici la Basement Radio !

A Hundred Days in the Balkans

Basement Radio

K-Aluminium Maiden

Renaissance is an intimate piece. It begins in the ancient style of melodic ornamentation and gradually evolves into minimalism. A motif from the piece reappears cyclically until it fades away in a gentle cadence.