Very beautiful, nice voice. Love the picture

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Donnez de la force 😉 
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/jane

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Jane - Vidéo live version in description

🖤 A coldwave reflection on self love

Watch the video here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PViF9XC4j3Y
🖤
There's only me
No society
I am free
No apologies

There's only me
What I wanna be
Get on your knees
My enemies

There's only me
In my entirety
And I can see
My divinity

There's only me
Only me
No enemy
For my sanity
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Pop 2.0

There's Only Me

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Full video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEQ5ZeRbQGc
"To be enjoyed as you walk out of winter days into the warmth of the sun, Sunsets and Skylines is a song about being at the right place at the right time. Because you transcended the lower levels of your life's journey. Golden compass in hand, you now know yourself better and you know which direction you are headed in. 
Trusting in every step you take as you feel like luck is finally on your side. It's almost like the Universe is forming to your every wish and desire."
Much love and positive energy, 
Jordana and Tom aka MOON AND ARIES
www.moonandaries.com

Sunsets and Skylines

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/i4KdemSkMDQ

P'tit Paul.  (Translated after the French text )
Texte : Sarada
Chant : Liora
Musique : Alain Illos

Il est pas fou, P'tit Paul,
Y fait l' guignol !
Quand on dit qu'il est fou,
Ca me rend folle.
L'est pas timbré, y fait exprès.
C'est pour me faire rigoler.
Il n'est allumé pour de vrai
Que quand je ris à ses côtés.
Comm' rien ne peut plus l'arrêter,
Faut qu'ils lui pass'nt la camisole.
Il continue s'il m' voit pleurer
Parce que ça me désole. P'tit Paul.
Il est pas fou, P'tit Paul,
Y fait l' guignol !
Quand on dit qu'il est fou,
Ca me rend folle.
Il se rebelle, il est farouche,
Il n'aime pas quand on le touche.
Moi seule, j'ai le droit du sol,
J’appuie  ma têt' sur son épaule
Alors, il sourit, ses yeux louchent
en les relevant vers le ciel.
J’ lui pose un bécot sur sa bouche
Et il se fait tout miel. P'tit Paul.
Il est pas fou, P'tit Paul,
Y fait l' guignol !
Mêm' qu'on dit qu'il est fou,
Je l'aime comme une folle.

P'tit Paul

He's not crazy, P'tit Paul,
He's a clown!
When they say he's crazy,
It drives me crazy.
He's not crazy, he does it on purpose.
It's just to make me laugh.
He's only turned on for real
When I'm laughing with him.
Like nothing can stop him,
They've got to put him in a straitjacket.
He goes on if he sees me crying
Because I'm sorry. Little Paul.
He's not crazy, P'tit Paul,
He's a clown!
When they say he's crazy,
It drives me crazy.
He rebels, he's fierce,
He doesn't like to be touched.
I'm the only one with a right to land,
I rest my head on his shoulder
So he smiles, his eyes squint
as he raises them to the sky.
I put a kiss on his mouth
And he's all honey. P'tit Paul.
He's not crazy, P'tit Paul,
He's a clown!
Even though they say he's crazy,
I love him like crazy.

P'tit Paul avec Liora

Serenade .m4a

Cast of Characters:
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino -- Taylor 114ce acoustic guitar, main vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics, composition
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender HSS Telecaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, mix, mastering, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass with a plectrum

This song began as one of Joe's catchy, lyrically centered songs, which he wrote on his acoustic guitar, and filled in with VST instruments. He came up with the lyrics by sharing ideas with fellow SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani, who began the thought process of a song about becoming a musician.
Knowing that Josh is a fan of his work, Joe offered this song to him in hopes that he'd share it with the rest of the band. Of course, Josh jumped at the opportunity to work on his song, and immediately shared it with the rest of the group.
Ken went to work first, adding his driving, excting drums. Josh was having a hard time coming up with a good bass line for it, until Ken suggested that he use the power of the 1/8 note to propel it. Tez was up next with his clever fills you hear throughout the first half of the song. Stephen came along right after and matched Tez's energy for the guitar fills in the second half of the song.
It was still missing a solo in the designated spot, though, so Mark stepped up with his innovative piano solo you hear in the middle. If it sounds a little mechanical, that's because he's using an arpeggiator to achieve the effect. We thought it sounded good in a song about AI, though.
Once all the parts were dialed in, and Joe had gotten all his vocals tuned up, we asked one of our resident pros, Stephen, to mix it for us. He did that and mastered it, too, expertly, as always.
This is the first song we've ever done with Joe, and don't expect it to be the last. We all really enjoyed putting together, in no small part because Joe is such a competent, receptive, and gracious collaborator. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Lyrics by Michele Ansani and Joe Stroffolino
Music by Joe Stroffolino (@joseph-stroffolino)

When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics,
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.

And people will think your songs are great even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure

AI Sucks - Eclectic Collective

“Apricity Serenade”  by Luke 

The word Apricity ..means  “the warmth of the sun in winter” first used in 1623
It’s been a long cold winter up here in Canada 🇨🇦 
one day the Sun came out inspiring me to write this piece

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Viola & Violin by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography & Ai photo by Luke
Beats by Luke©️
S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Apricity Serenade” by Luke

Piano drops

Karneval.m4a

Roses, Whiskey & Waves.m4a

Texte Français et Google Traduction

LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX

at the disco
goin’ all the way
with a speedball
on an empty day

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder if i stopped now

crooked halo
all you’ve got today
your dependents
better back away

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder who i’d be now

in the moonlight
goin’ all the way
to the river
gonna watch for day

i wonder if i stop my crying’
i wonder what i’d see now

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Thanks to Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for encouragement and the fine tooth comb.

Pity Party

The track is inspired by the rise of AI in the ARTS.....which I see as coming from the "dark side". I don't condone it and am very much opposed to it. We can already see the confusion it has caused regarding copyright etc. I have no doubt that in the short term it will prevail, however "real" art will survive as long as all artists (musical and otherwise), continue to create. Not having a crystal ball, prevents one, maybe for the better, seeing how the future pans out.  
Meanwhile from a musician's/composer's aspect, I shall endeavour to play and create without the use of AI. Neither will I listen to it in any shape or form.
Alan



Don't Deal With The Devil

In Euripides' tragedy 'The Suppliants', a group of Argive mothers travels to Eleusis to plead with Theseus, king of Athens, to help them recover the bodies of their sons, who fell during the failed assault on Thebes. The Thebans, in fact, refuse to return the corpses for burial. These mothers, immersed in profound grief, represent the universal symbol of maternal mourning in the face of the loss of their children in war.

Cover picture: Theseus and Amphitrite with Athena looking on. Interior from an Attic red-figure cup, 500–490 BC. Currently housed at the Louvre Museum of Paris (inventory G 105).

Composed by Michele Ansani (2023-2025).
Female vocals courtesy of VOX.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, April 4.

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