I dedicate this song to a musical group that I have in my heart... Tears for Fears...................... Peace to all

In My Mind

[Intro]  
He painted the moments, one word at a time,  
A poet of the diamond, his voice so divine.  
From Brooklyn to LA, under stars so bright,  
Vin Scully called the game, our beacon in the night.  


[Verse 1]  
Born in the Bronx, '27 was the year,  
A boy with a dream, a voice we’d revere.  
Started with the Dodgers, young and true,  
From Ebbets Field to Chavez Ravine's view.  

He told us the stories, the heart and the soul,  
Each pitch, each swing, his voice made us whole.  
With every crack of the bat, the crowd’s roar,  
Vin gave us memories, forever more.  



[Chorus]  
Oh, Vin, the voice of the game,  
You called it with heart, you called it with flame.  
From Jackie to Koufax, Gibson to the ninth,  
The legend you’ve left will echo through time.  


[Verse 2]  
October '88, Kirk Gibson limped to the plate,  
Dodgers down, the hour growing late.  
“High fly ball to right, she is… gone!”  
His words lit the night, a legend was born.  

But it wasn’t just moments, it was the feel,  
The stories between, his magic so real.  
From the hum of the crowd to a soft summer breeze,  
Vin made baseball a symphony with ease.  

[Bridge]  
“And in a year that has been so improbable,”  
The words etched in hearts, undeniable.  
He brought us the drama, the joy, and the tears,  
Through decades of summers, through all of the years.  


[Verse 3]  
He retired in glory, the mic laid to rest,  
A humble goodbye from one of the best.  
But his voice lingers on, in memory’s embrace,  
In every Dodger fan’s heart, a sacred place.  

From Koufax’s no-hitter to Aaron’s pursuit,  
Vin’s call was the thread, timeless and true.  
A storyteller unmatched, with grace and with pride,  
Vin Scully, forever, our faithful guide.  


[Chorus]  
Oh, Vin, the voice of the game,  
You called it with heart, you called it with flame.  
From Jackie to Koufax, Gibson to the ninth,  
The legend you’ve left will echo through time.  

[Outro]  
Now the booth is silent, but the stars still gleam,  
Vin watches over the field of dreams.  
A voice like his, we’ll never reclaim,  
Forever in history, the voice of the game.  


Voice of the Game (The Ballad of Vin Scully)

Memories Of A Snowman

Des mots à double sens pour cette chanson  délicate..
https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/track/3OMAy0TRSnw1dIcpIHBQWa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIRppFNId68
Paroles:
Au temps des saisons romantiques,
J'étais toujours l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est sans issue,
La rhétorique est bien connue.
Dans le parfum des mirabelles,
Je consommais l'amour précoce,
Au matin me faisais la belle,
On me traitait de sale gosse.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.

Au temps des saisons atypiques,
Je ne suis plus l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est un non sens,
Comme une effluve de l'enfance.
Le paradoxe est à venir,
J'aime le temps des anicroches.
Ou se mêlaient les souvenirs,
Les soupirs et les double croches.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de nous.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète.


A refined song that evokes a certain romanticism, in which words and their meaninglessness are important.
Lyrics:
In the time of the romantic seasons,
I was always the ace of spades.
To love love is a way out,
The rhetoric is well known.
In the scent of mirabelle plums,
I consummated precocious love,
In the morning I was beautiful,
I was called a bad kid.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to fly without the slightest jubilation,
It's letting the world get rid of everything.

In the time of atypical seasons,
I'm no longer the ace of spades.
To love love is nonsense,
like a scent of childhood.
The paradox is yet to come,
I like the time of hiccups.
Where memories were mingled,
the sighs and the sixteenth notes.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It's to go away without
 the slightest jubilation is to let the world get rid of everything. It's letting time get rid of us. Christian PERUTI author, composer, performer.

Le bas filé

Translation belove 

Paroles et chant de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration d'Annie Madec

Amour et mort et fleurs fanées

Dans le jardin où dort l’absence
J’ai vu ton ombre au pied des lys
Là où le vent chante en silence
Vers oubliés de nos prémices

Refrain :
Amour et mort et fleurs fanées
Du Baudelaire dans les allées
Et sous les roses empoisonnées
Nos âmes se sont embrasées
Nos âmes se sont embrassées

Des spleens perdus dans le mystère
Ton regard avait ce parfum
Puis, s’effaçant dans la poussière 
Ton cœur battait jusqu’au matin.
(refrain)

Quand l’âme rend sa révérence
À vouloir mourir de beauté
Entre un baiser et un silence
Que ce soit sous un ciel d’été

Refrain :
Amour et mort et fleurs fanées
Un vieux poème abandonné
Et sur ta tombe imaginée
Un (grand) bouquet de vérité

Lyrics and vocals by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration by Annie Madec

Love and death and faded flower

In the garden where absence sleeps
I saw your shadow at the foot of the lilies
Where the wind sings in silence
Forgotten verses of our beginnings

Chorus:
Love and death and faded flowers
Some Baudelaire in the paths
And under the poisoned roses
Our souls were set ablaze
Our souls embraced

Spleens lost in mystery
Your gaze had this perfume
Then, fading into the dust
Your heart beat until morning.
(chorus)

When the soul gives up its reverence
Wanting to die of beauty
Between a kiss and a silence
Let it be under a summer sky

Chorus:
Love and death and faded flowers
An old abandoned poem
And on your imagined grave
A large bouquet of truth

Amour et mort et fleurs fanées (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Annie came up with a great story and an accompanying track: 
https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut/taliesin. 
While we discussed it, she permitted my use of some parts, especially the vocals. 
I guided the bard into more recent times ... 

Taliesin (APi mix)

All parts by Robert Grigg but beat from YouTube
https://youtu.be/_eXBCflATvY

Samba Baby!

This is about going back to my childhood years and having fond memories of growing up. When life was simple and carefree. This also relates to my teenage and early 20" s times when there was a time of exploring and having adventures.
Special thanks to Pixabay for the background effects.

Years Gone By

Guitars, Bass, Keys and Vocals by Robert Grigg

Master Plan

Hi, Please read my bio! New piece I made - any comments, feedback want to discuss anything at all - collaboration etc always love to connect with new artists... This song is dedicated to the most beautiful person in my life.

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Thank you so much for listening and have a great day!

Ilhams Song

projet concert avec Ashish morceau avec sitar 2

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

Taliesin (APi mix)

APi_ZZ