7h, mer plate et sans risée
Plage de sable, coques alignées
Mats sans âmes, naval dortoir
espars sans voiles, vivent d’espoir

Soleil tapant, mer engourdie
Monte une brise, et mer se frise
Thermodynamique, air cyclique
Ailes déployées, Navires prêts

Les Vents et vagues peignent une toile, 
Esquif filant sur mer d’étoiles
Je vole à voile sur ciel d’écume (x2)

Exocet, plume d'océan
Funambule au raz des bulles,
Je vole à voile sur mer d'étoiles (x2, fade out)

Chant:
Paul Lazarini
Boris Burgarella

Trompettes & Basse: 
Boris Burgarella

Guitares, Clavier et batterie
Paul Lazarini

Paroles:
Boris Burgarella

Ciel D'écume

So, this track is a bit special, at it's a collaboration between myself and an AI.

I had written these lyrics at the begining of the war in Ukraine, but could put them into music. Lately AI has dramatically improved and motivated me to rework the lyrics and try to record something around it. 

I therefore used gave the lyrics to Udio AI, then exported into Ableton, recorded myself at the trumpet and included the syth instruments. To summarize:

- Lyrics: Boris Burgarella
- Singer + basic arrangement: Udio AI (www.udio.com)
- Trumpet + Synth instruments: Boris Burgarella

Enjoy !

Lyrics:

(verse 1)
As winter's cloak of chill unfurled,
Hope bloomed 'neath spring's embrace, unfurled,
Yet petals fell, the ground to bed,
Where once was green, now hues of red.

(Chorus)
Now flee we must, in silent flight,
To breathe, to strive, to cling to light.
In belief's embrace, our spirits rise,
Where once joy danced, the flowered demise


(verse 2)
Through seas and lands, our journey strains,
Seeking haven from strife's chains.
As home unravels, hearts beseech,
Pray, may the shore our solace preach.

(chorus)
Now flee we must, in silent flight,
To breathe, to strive, to cling to light.
In belief's embrace, our spirits rise,
Where once joy danced, the flowered demise

(verse 3)
At the field's end, the forest sealed,
In silent plea, our fate revealed.
Though voiceless, our hearts still cry,
Oh, grant us aid 'neath darkened sky.

The Run

Une bien drôle d'histoire...

Paroles / Lyrics:
[Intro]

On va vous conter l’histoire d’un lapin 
Un Lapin qui s’appelle Nipal
Nipal, l’air de rien Il tient dans la main
Hey but don’t you dare defy him pal !

De Vegas à Dallas on Parle de Nipal
« He ain’t no typical bunny y’all »
Nipal est un lapin fort malin,
Mais Nipal, il vous veut pas qu’du bien

[Trumpet solo]

Des carottes, il ne mange que les fanes
Du foin, il lui en faut toute une caravane
Des munitions, il est chargé à balle
Mieux vaut ne pas fâcher Nipal

[Guitar Solo]

Sa tête est mise à prix
For 10 carrots and 3 Radis
Mort ou vif, moi j’vous dit,
Ses Adversaires, aucun ne survis

[Outro]

Credits:
Guitars, Choirs, Voices, Lyrics: Paul
Trumpet, Voice, Drums, Lyrics, Bass Guitar, Mastering: Boris

Wanted: Nipal

A Rarity in Time

I'm a French amateur composer, arranger and trumpet player, I mostly do orchestral music, but not only.

The Run

Boris Burgarella

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