The despair of having prematurely lost a loved one puts us in front of the reality of the world beyond us, beyond its finitude, it puts us in contact with the reality beyond us. The desperation of having lost a loved one prematurely puts us in front of the reality of the world beyond us, beyond its finitude, it puts us in contact with the reality beyond us. We almost feel projected into a world that is very close and very similar to that of music, which goes beyond us: The Day of the Dead.

This is a link to see and hear the work done and how was done in these years 

https://sites.google.com/view/music-wins-our-fear-saves-us/musica-e-covid

(Scuola) In Memoria...  Covid 2019-2020-2021-2022

This is a song about life.  It can be difficult and drab but now and then something special happens.  It's not predictable but it does happen.

The singer in this version is me, but I'm hoping one day that a real singer discovers this song and makes it their own.

Once in a While

Verse 1:
Most of my days
Lot like the day before
I’ve taught my self
Not to expect anything more
Can’t complain
All of my days are full 
But they’re not particularly
Memorable

Chorus:
But then once in a while
Comes a day  
Quite unexpectedly - In my life
A surprise, once in a while
Before my eyes
Magic finds its way back to me 

Verse 2:
There’ve been days
Living in shades of grey
Hard to know
What it was painted them that way
I’d Like to think
That every single day 
I deserve to live in joy 
But life keeps getting in my way

Chorus:
But then once in a while
Comes a day  
Quite unexpectedly - In my life
A surprise, once in a while
Before my eyes
Magic finds its way back to me 

Bridge 1:
I know it can only be once in a while
Can’t expect anything more
But the magic of that once in a while
Make it all worth waiting for

Verse 3:
I’ve heard it said
That there might be ways
To learn to live in those moments
For more of my days
But I never tried
I say it’s not my style  
But it could be I’m addicted to the magic
of once in a while

Chorus:
Once in a while
Comes a day  
Quite unexpectedly - In my life
A surprise, once in a while
Before my eyes
Magic finds its way 
Magic finds its way 
Magic finds its way back to me

Once in a While

Once In A While

" POLTERGEIST " raw

I've got the vision, but it's never quite clear
Every line I write, I hear a voice in my ear
Saying, “Polish the edges, smooth out the seams
You're almost there, just chase the dream.”
But every stroke I make, it's never enough
The chase is endless, the road's always rough
I'm lost in the details, caught in the grind
Perfection's a prison, trapping my mind

Each revision, each draft, it's a game I can't quit
Seeking that flawless, elusive fit

Just a little bit more, and then it will be great
Just a little bit more, don't let it abate
Just a little bit more, and then I'll be free
Just a little bit more, it's never complete

I've been chasing shadows, ghosts of perfection
Lost in a maze of my own reflection
Every note, every word, it must align
I'm carving a diamond, one flaw at a time
But the sparkle I seek is just out of reach
A flawless creation, the goal they preach
But in the pursuit, I'm losing my soul
A slave to the standard, I can't control

Each revision, each draft, it's a game I can't quit
Seeking that flawless, elusive fit

Just a little bit more, and then it will be great
Just a little bit more, don't let it abate
Just a little bit more, and then I'll be free
Just a little bit more, it's never complete

I'm trapped in a loop, a never-ending quest
Each step forward, I'm still second-best
But maybe in the cracks, the flaws that remain
There's beauty in the chaos, in the mess and the pain
If I let go, maybe I'll see
Perfection isn't all it's cracked up to be

Just a little bit more, I'll find my own way
Just a little bit more, but maybe not today
Just a little bit more, I'll break from the chain
Just a little bit more, embrace the refrain

A Little Bit More

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time
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Racing the clock, a battle unwon
Papers pile high, another night's begun
Chasing the ghosts of work undone
But the ticking hand mocks every run

I hear the rush, the wind in my ear
That whooshing noise, loud and clear

I love deadlines, they fly right by
Like comets streaking through the sky
Whoosh, they go, with a fleeting noise
Another one lost, but I'm still poised

Lost in the grind, where time slips away
The hours blend, night turns to day
I'm dancing on the edge, come what may
But there's a thrill in this delay

The rush is sweet, the noise I enjoy
That whooshing sound, my twisted joy

I love deadlines, they fly right by
Like comets streaking through the sky
Whoosh, they go, with a fleeting noise
Another one lost, but I'm still poised

The clock strikes twelve, a hollow chime
But I'm not trapped by borrowed time
I laugh and let the moments pass
No regrets, no looking back

I love deadlines, they fly right by
Like comets streaking through the sky
Whoosh, they go, with a fleeting noise
Another one missed, but I'm still poised

So let them whoosh, let them fly
I'll take the ride, and I'll touch the sky
Deadlines come, and deadlines go
But I'll keep rolling, go with the flow

The Sound Of Deadlines

A bit of dreamy stoner instrumental with some organ and rhodes electric piano.

Domino Sheep

DESTRUCTION

CALAMITY

Tiro Como Puedo (Prod. peril)

Your eyes are loaded guns
They're calm and aimed for their mark
Your hands are tender ones 
Stretched out to find me in the dark

Go slow, move faster
This thing's got us by our throats
There's no goodbyes
Good enough to save us from ourselves
Honey, why does it feel like I've seen you before 

Did I dream you before I met you?             
I swear I've seen you before
It's your smile or maybe your eyes
That I can see at your door
Crying no, don't go
In that sweet Kentucky rain

Your lips are salty sweet
I can taste them if I close my eyes
Then I see you in the passenger seat
My hand is between your thighs

Let's dance some more
While we still have the dance floor
This thing's bittersweet
Like your taste that lingers in my throat
Honey, why does it feel like I've been here before 

Did I dream you before I met you?             
I swear I've seen you before
It's your smile or maybe your eyes
That I can see at your door
Crying no, don't go
In that sweet Kentucky rain

Can I stay a little while longer with you here in your arms?
I know I said I had to go home but the night can still be young
Let's dance a little while longer tonight until the morning comes
Maybe in our next lives we'll able to see the rise of each sun

Did I dream you before I met you?             
I swear I've seen you before
It's your smile or maybe your eyes
That I can see at your door
Crying no, don't go
In that sweet Kentucky rain

Here we are, in our next lives
Here we are, in our next lives

Sweet Kentucky Rain

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All the preparations have been made,
and I am ready to go now on my way;
on a journey to Proxima Centauri—
that’s a star; it’s very far away.
And my prototype micro-fusion engine,
it’s got a plasma exhaust controller.
I took it downtown, to Rodrigo’s repair shop,
and he installed it in a purple Corolla.

I am pushing the blast off button,
and I’m rising up in all of my glory.
Heading out to interstellar space,
I’m on my way to Proxima Centauri.

A slime green alien police craft
is hot on the heels of my Toyota.
And a squeaky little voice on my radio—
it is saying that I really do oughta 
replace that rinkydink fusion drive,
because it defies galactic regulations.
They’re gonna let it slide, just this once,
but I’m getting a very stern citation.

I am pushing the pedal to the metal,
and I’m the hero of my very own story.
Moving on through interstellar space,
I’m on the road to Proxima Centauri.

This journey is so very, very long,
and the star is so very, very far...
So I guess I’ll roll me up some AstroTurf,
and then I’ll play a tune on this here guitar...

A Little Bit More

Axioms of Mediocrity