Summer 2024

GOD BRINGS AUTUMN SCENES TO MISSISSIPPI

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Piece inspired by romanticism in the city: love within concrete walls, poetry beneath artificial light...

Three vocal parts (translated lyrics below) became in very different moods in the songwriter phase, so I couldn't fit them in the same tempo. Working hard on transitions, I got the following solution:

Intro: ad libitum
A: 6/4 & 5/4 at 147bpm
B: 4/4 at 220bpm
C: 4/4 at 293bpm

Such ABC pattern is repeated twice, structured with some city scenes, and 2nd 'C' part includes a guitar soloing lesson by https://soundcloud.com/paco-ray, old friend of mine, technical consultor and personal luthier ;)

Pic: edited photo taken from home studio window where I recorded some city sounds for the track.

LETRA / LYRICS:

DAS VIDA A MI CIUDAD      /      YOU GIVE LIFE TO MY CITY

En la ciudad donde vivo,     /   In the city where I live,
llena de romanticismo,       /   full of romanticism,
el cariño que has perdido    /   the affection you have lost,
ven a buscarlo conmigo.      /   come to look for it with me.

Las farolas en la acera,    /    The lamps along the sidewalk,
con su fija alternativa,    /    with their constant alternation,
iluminan, no iluminan,      /    illuminate, do not illuminate,
el escenario de mi vida.     /   the stage of my life.

Entre bloques de hormigón,   /   Among blocks of concrete,
somos capaces de pedir perdón. / we are able to apologize.
Entre bloques de hormigón,   /   Among blocks of concrete,
somos capaces de sentir amor. /  we are able to feel love.

Caminando sobre asfalto,   /     Walking on asphalt,
abrazado a tu cadera,     /      held on your hip,
entre coches aparcados,     /    amid parked cars,
duerme la ciudad entera.    /    the entire city sleeps.

Eres tú toda la vida      /      You are all the life
que esta ciudad necesita,   /    that this city needs,
compartiendo cada esquina,   /   sharing every corner,
calles de melancolía...     /    streets of melancholy...

Entre bloques de hormigón,   /   Among blocks of concrete,
somos capaces de pedir perdón. / we are able to apologize.
Entre bloques de hormigón,   /   Among blocks of concrete,
somos capaces de sentir amor.  / we are able to feel love.

ER21HC01 - (C) Ruizzo 1995 - (R) Francés Records;) 2014

Das vida a mi ciudad (2nd solo by Paco Ray)

Vidéo YouTube :   https://youtu.be/Xq99Dfdztyw

La Fableuse 

Texte : Say M
Chant : Karine
Musique : Alain Illos

Qui es-tu ?
Toi que je ne connais pas 
Qui refuse les maux de tête 
Qui s'amuse des mots de soi 

Je suis la Fableuse
J'aurais pu dire la Fabuleuse 
Mais je ne bois pas

J'ai donc ignoré le «u»
Qui ira où il voudra
Je n'ordonne pas les lettres 
Mais je ne les laisse pas 
S'installer comme on sème 
Les mots ne repoussent pas 
Déjà qu'ils changent à peine 
Oui mais, voilà... 

Regardez, au moins ceux qui s'aiment 
Les mots, ils ne les cherchent pas
Ils fabulent parfois, peut-être
Mais de chaque instant, ils croient 
On les croisera le nez en l'air 
Respirant celui des sous-bois 
Ils rentreront saouls à tue-tête 
D'un amour qui, in fine, finira

Qui es-tu ?
Toi que je ne connais pas 
Qui refuse les maux de tête 
Qui s'amuse des mots de soi 

Je suis la Fableuse
J'aurais pu dire la Fabuleuse 
Mais je ne bois pas 

Car le «u» parfois s'entête 
dans rupture, se place deux fois 
Je n'ordonne pas les lettres 
Mais je ne les laisse pas 
S'installer comme on sème 
Les mots ne repoussent pas 
J'écris des maux
Des morceaux d'êtres 
J'écris des mots 
Qui parlent d'émois
 La Fableuse, c'est moi

La Fableuse avec Karine

Mediterranean Connection (For three guitars)

If I can stop one heart
from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one in pain

Or help one fainting Robin 
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.

— EMILY DICKINSON 
“Further Poems of Emily Dickinson" published by Little, Brown and Company of Boston, 1929.

65 bpm
DAW Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI Akai Pro MPK 
E-instruments:
Studio Grand
Steinway Grand Piano 
Boesendorfer Grand Piano
SoCal Ballad Piano
Clarinet Solo+
Harp
Upright Ballad Bass
Rolling Chords Synth
Electronic Drum Kit - Platinum Dreams 
Latin Kit
Hip Hop Kit
Studio Brush Kit

Audio of bird chirps recorded live Jun. 15, 2024.

Photo of children splashing water via public domain, Wikimedia Commons 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Happy_children_splashing_water.jpg

Happy Endings

Watch the video on Youtube:
https://youtu.be/fS2Lip2tG24

The Hero´s Journey

The song-part recorded in 1999, the instrumental added in 2017. 

English / Italian lyrics

like thoughts
containing heat
as if forming
thunderstorms of words
and then you stop to look for
something important to say
something special
unlikely treasures to safeguard

Do you see these images 
of fleeting clouds?
Do you see these evenings 
that spend lonely?
When for a moment you regain
your usual good mood
I climb into your hair
I rest on your multicoloured gaze  

like thoughts
containing heat
as if forming
thunderstorms of words
when for a moment I think back
to your multicoloured gaze
you will already be sleeping
hugged at my words 

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come pensieri
che contengono calore
come se formassero
temporali di parole
e poi ti fermi a cercare
qualcosa di importante da dire
qualcosa di speciale
tesori improbabili da custodire 

le vedi queste immagini
di nuvole passeggere
le vedi queste sere
che trascorrono da sole
quando per un attimo ritrovi
il tuo solito buonumore
mi arrampico fra i tuoi capelli
mi poso sul tuo sguardo multicolore  

come pensieri
che contengono calore
come se formassero
temporali di parole
quando per un attimo ripenso
al tuo sguardo multicolore
starai già dormendo
abbracciata alle mie parole

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Lyrics and music by Michele Ansani (1999-2017).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, June 27.

Temporali di parole (Thunderstorms of words) *

THE BOY - NOISE MAN
EVERYTHING BY THE BOY
OUT NOW ON EVERYWHERE!!!
LINK IN BIO!!!
SPREAD THE WORD!!!

NOISE MAN

Gotta Run by Korima celebrates the joy of running - our evolved desire to run – and running legends. Inspired by Christopher McDougall’s: Born To Run.


Download: https://www.korima.net/listen

Gotta Run - Korima

A Secret Breeze For Her

OLYMPICS 2024 / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
Paploviante: E-Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
BPM 100
Free Download
Feel free to adding something !
If you publish it, you have to mention me in the description and title!

Olympics 2024 Open Collaboration Offer

Another summertime strum.
The short (and very inaccurate) version here (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/conversion-order); all the recovered parts are unaltered and only remixed (badly).
The guitar solo from 1‘ 35’ to 1‘ 52’ and the main rhythm guitar backing from 1‘ 52 to 2'30 and then from 2'45’ to the end are by my old friend Max (thanxxx you Max!).
Cover photo by Pietro Corrao.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2022).
Extended version posted on SoundCloud: 2024, July 31.

Conversion order (extended version) *

This is an open invitation for a collab, this track is open for downloads. All producers, mixologist, DJ, and Musician are welcome to test their skills and artistry. The file is submitted "as is", add what you want to complete it, or simply sample parts. If you use it, please link back to this page. Message me here with a link to your production and I will repost... Enjoy fam!
To all producers you have my permission and authorization to use it as your own. I have published this as royalty free. You can monetize or do whatever you want with it. All proceeds are yours to keep. Everyone is welcome to participate.
All I ask is vocal credit, my name is: Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)Peace!
Enjoy Fam!

Lyrics
They Want to know the real reason—why I don’t care
He’s freaking out ——she’s freaking out 
everybody’s ————-just freaking out
What’s the deal? 
Let me know ———why the hell———- you're——all——freaking out

It’s no dream, no pattern, 
more questions 
when it’s all said and done, 
did I do, what i did, 
really do it the right way, 
Each and every path taken, 
did they lead me the right way, 
okay ———-rebel or obey 
what’s right and wrong——Who’s to say

Why —————————-couldn’t I see————-Why couldn’t I see 
what was always inside me
Hey—-Hey—-Hey

Standing at the crossroads, which path to take?
Left or right, it's all at stake
Decisions heavy, on my mind they weigh
But I stand tall, ———-in the -light of day
Ambitions strong, with dreams to chase
No regrets, no time to waste
Climbing mountains, reaching high
Sky’s the limit, I’ll touch the sky

[Chorus]
Why couldn’t I see——Why couldn’t I see 
Why couldn’t I see——Why couldn’t I see 
Why couldn’t I see——Why couldn’t I see 
Why couldn’t I see——Why couldn’t I see

[Verse]
Why couldn’t I see——-That power within me
From the shadows to the light, I'm finally breaking free 
With every step I take, I conquer doubt
Putting in the work, while the haters shout
No more holding back, it's my time to shine
Illuminate the path, can't nobody block my grind
Verse after verse, I'm writing my own story
With every line I drop, I'm chasing glory
Dreams —ain't just dreams, they become the vision
Manifesting greatness, I'm redefining fate
Turning obstacles, to stepping stones that I create

From the ashes of defeat, I rise again
In this life of battles, I’ll never be a friend
To complacency————to chains that bind
In this hustle——————-I'm one of a kind
Fueling the fire, with every stride
No more shadows, from the light I won't hide

Inside Me Vocals 96 BPM

Recorded in:
Los Angeles, California, USA.
Coventry, West Midlands, UK.
Chelsea, London, UK.

Mixed and Mastered in EPG Studios, Chelsea, London, UK.

Janine Levinson @janinelevinson: Brilliant New World Vocals
Rick Medlock @rick-4-1: Equally Bright Drums
Phil McWalter @phil-mcwalter: The Other Colliding Accents Stuff


A New World Dawns

In streets once familiar, now strange and new
Ancient rhythms fade, replaced by a bolder hue
The land I knew, with traditions deep and strong
Slowly dissolves into a discordant song
Faces once mirrored mine, shared stories now untold
Amidst this sea of strangers, and cultures manifold

Our customs and values, once firmly in place
Blur and shift, leaving barely a trace
Languages mingle, accents collide
The essence of home seems to subside
In this tidal wave of change and flux
I search for anchors, familiar crux, familiar crux

A new world dawns, equally bright
A new world dawns, equally bright

Yet in this loss, a bittersweet truth emerges
As cultures blend and humanity surges
Though the country I once knew may fade from sight
Perhaps a new world dawns, equally bright
Maybe equally bright
Still, I mourn for what once was mine
A shared identity, now hard to define

In this global village, ever-growing
I'm left adrift, nostalgia flowing
Though the country I knew may fade from sight
Perhaps a new world dawns
Perhaps a new world dawns
A new world dawns, equally bright
A new world dawns, equally bright

© Philip McWalter Aug 2024

A New World Dawns

EACH LEVEL DEEPER feat. IPG1 & Paploviante
Vocals and Verses: IPG1
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/each-level-deeper-vox-08-bpm
Backing Track: 
Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/olympics-2024
Lillithe: adding Trumpet, Special effects, Synths, Beat and
             Production

Each Level Deeper feat. IPG1 & Paploviante

Le morceau "L'arbre serpent (Indigo)" joué en concert à la seconde édition de la Malle élevée à la ferme Thuronis à Alaigne (11) le 20 aout 2024 !!

En attendant la sortie de mon nouvel album le 20 septembre "Emancipés du vide?" et la sortie d'une nouvelle vidéo début septembre.

Vous pouvez retrouver l'album prisme, d'ou ce morceau est extrait, en écoute intégrale ici :
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/prisme

Et télécharger cette version live ici
et sur mon Bandcamp là :
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/track/larbre-serpent-indigo-live-a-thuronis-free-download

Les photos arrivent bientôt !!
On se retrouve sur les Marchés à partir de demain à Mirepoix, Mercredi à Bélesta et Vendredi à Foix.
Enfin ce samedi en Concert à Marquefave au café associatif !!

prisme

L'arbre Serpent (indigo) - Live À Thuronis - (free download)

Miasma

SUNDOWN

Astral Spaces (2020) Anthology CD2 Track 05

Oblivion

Nouvelle composition au piano intitulée Forêt d'Automne.

Forêt d'Automne

Forêt D'Automne

Salut tout le monde,
voici Le clip du morceau 'La grâce de la solitude, où l'anxiété sociale' extrait du 4ème album de M'Z intitulé 'Émancipés du vide ?' qui est  sorti le 20 septembre 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anemj8t2NfU

Lien vers l'album : 
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/emancip-s-du-vide
https://music.imusician.pro/a/DgMrDyXS

"Émancipés du vide ?"
Est une réflexion mélancolique sur les gouffres émotionnels que l'humain entretient, sur la difficulté de nous extirper de nos attractions diverses vers le néant, nos incapacités à regarder les déchets mentaux que nous produisons sans passer par la case culpabilité, c'est une critique de la normalisation, du conformisme, du positivisme creux vanté par nos esprits trop marketés et en quête du chemin le plus rapide vers un Sens quel qu'il soit. L'illusion d'être libre dans un monde qui vante des platitudes érigées en valeurs censées incarner cette liberté et pourtant située à vingt mille lieues sous ce que pourrait être un début de chemin vers une liberté effective. Enfin, il symbolise la nécessité vitale de retrouver notre naïveté perdue et de réapprendre à voir le beau et à œuvrer en ce sens.

La grâce de la solitude ou l'anxiété sociale :
Premier morceau qui ouvrira l'album, traite de la difficulté d'évoluer dans le contexte du groupe social face à cet animal qui fonctionne bien trop souvent comme un inhibiteur d'individus et qui par les réflexes et stéréotypes qui conduisent ces groupes, et le consensus vers le médiocre que cette masse désire trop souvent, peuvent mettre très mal à l'aise une partie des humains qui se sentent bridés et inadaptés au fonctionnement de ces amas d'humains angoissants tant ils peuvent rapidement muer en usines à oppressions pour peu qu'une tête ose contourner certaines des coutumes en vigueur.

J'espère que le son et l'image vous plairont !
Il a était tourné globalement sur les hauteurs de Mirepoix (09)en complément nous avons quelques images de ce morceau joué lors des concerts à la ferme thuronis Alaigne (11) et au café associatif de Marquefave (31) en août 2024

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Vous pouvez :
Avoir de mes nouvelles ici
(en vous abonnant à ma newsletter) :
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/follow_me

Ou sur mon site :
https://mzprisme.wixsite.com/mz-musique
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Il devient de plus en plus difficile d'être musicien indépendant, alors votre aide, si vous aimez cette musique et que vous n'êtes pas encore totalement fauchés, me sera des plus précieuses.
N'hésitez pas à pré-commander mon album ici :
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/emancip-s-du-vide

 et à me soutenir en achetant ou simplement en écoutant et partageant les albums passés, plus globalement sur mon bandcamp : 
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/

En espérant vous croiser très bientôt dans la vie réelle.

Mathieu TORRES
M'Z
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Merci beaucoup à Samantha Colom pour les jolis plans et l'étalonnage !!
Merci évidemment pour son amour, son soutien, sa gentillesse !
Merci à Steph pour l'objectif et le pied, ses conseils et son début d'étalonnage, et à Hugo pour ses conseils et également pour votre amitié sincère.C'est un bien rare et précieux !
Merci Pexel pour les plans TimeLapse de ville 
(Timo Volz - Martin Portas - Tom Fisk - Ritam Paul Chowdhury - Tima Miroshnichenko)

Emancipés du vide ?

La grâce de la solitude ou l'anxiété sociale

La grâce de la solitude ou l'anxiété sociale - (VIDEO CLIP in description)

WHO NEEDS A FANFARE
IN A FANCY BAR
YOU CAN DRIVE QUITE FAR
IN AN RUSTY OLD CAR
I AM ANIMAL
I GO MINIMAL
THE ALLIGATOR WAY

I GROW BY THE LIGHT
WHETHER DIM OR BRIGHT
IN A SILLY TRY
TO REACH THE SKY
I AM VEGETABLE
I GO MINIMAL 
THE POISON IVY WAY

ROCKY AS A TOAD
CARVED ALONG THE ROAD
A BOULDER OF OLD
A NUGGET OF GOLD
I AM MINERAL
I GO MINIMAL
DOING IT MY WAY

THE LARGER THE CROWD
THE FURTHER I STAY AWAY
THE MORE THE TALK GETS LOUD
THE LESS I HAVE TO SAY
I’M NO WATERFALL
I GO MINIMAL
THE MISSISSIPI WAY

THE MISSISSIPPI WAY (Lyrics)

First own song with my son!

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5dY3wjGxrTF3hKfrh1bRPj

Vocals / Lyrics: The Venom @synister-music
Music, Guitars (LP-S, 540S, Tele), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender
Picture: Synister @Synister

©Synister & Bonetender 2024 All Rights Reserved

Android No.9

Android No. 9 (with Syniyster)

Old frozen scenes
where daylight breathes
and fades away
As they roam and seek
how it feels unreal
left here today

Gone, the past has gone
forever gone
As hope, keeps holding on
keeps holding on

Old echoed dreams
they crawl and weave
then fade away
Not much left to believe
as the past it creaks
here today

Frozen Scenes

Ekasha Gada is the mace wielded by Lord Shiva, one of the three primary deities in Hinduism. According to mythological accounts, a single blow from the Ekasha Gada is said to be as powerful as being struck by a million elephants, emphasizing its immense force and destructive capabilities.

Guitars, Bass, Mandolin, Vocals: PS Perkins
Drums, Percussion, Backup Vocals: R Thomas

LYRICS:
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God Killer
World Eater
Thunder Breaker
Widower Maker
Ekasha Gada!

Storm Rider
Soul Slayer
Time Twister
Holy Diver
Ekasha Gada!
 
Space Bender
Life Ender
Eye Melter
Death Bringer
Ekasha Gada!

Moon Razer
Cloth Cutter
Dragon Brother
Chaos Mother
Ekasha Gada!

Horn Blower
Smoke Maker
Night Chaser
Day Tripper
Ekasha Gada!

Head Chopper
Code Cracker
Bone Chewer
Sonic Reducer
Ekasha Gada!

Fire Breather
Lava Seeper
Spirit Seeker
Energy Reaper
Ekasha Gada!

Earth Shaker
Sea Splitter
Galaxy Smasher
Planet Basher
Ekasha Gada!

Boulder Buster
Ship Sinker
Steel Bender
Mountain Wrecker
Ekasha Gada!

The Ekasha Gada

The initial melody could be famous, but I don't know who (where and when) composed it. It was the melody of the carillon (in the picture) that some friends gave to my daughter, who was just born. We sung (adding words) and played it for years, even and especially after the music box broke, not to forget it. 
The piece is dedicated to her, who is now 18. The melody of the music box is followed by some (very posed) arias representing the successive stages of her life, childhood and adolescence. The carillon's melody resumes at the end: because I am sure she still hears it, deep down, and that it accompanies her as life goes on.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2006-2024).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, September 10

My daughter's carillon (song for her 18th birthday) *

Jon Lock: Original Music: Bass, Drums, Organ, Horns, Vocals, Lyrics
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
https://jonlock.bandcamp.com/music
The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Funky as oily ass soggy french fries
Funky as stinky bass fishy pot pies  
Funky as poopy grass squishy with flies 
We be keep it funky and we shittin’ no lies 
Would it be funky if the bips didn’t bop, oh
Would it be funky if the hips didn’t hop, whoa
Would it be funky if the bass didn’t pop, no
Would I be a junky if I didn’t want it to stop, yea
He got blisters on his fingers and they starting to peel
He got two big blisters and it’s starting to get real
He gotta keep ‘em outta water if he want ’em to heal
Wear them gloves in the shower and when washing yo meal

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo’

Dip dip scoodley dip, cool whip all over my chips
Sippin’ on limp shrimp, wimps are the news skool pimps 
A plop a glop a top my new flip flop design
A crop a hops and a drop a slop for my swine 
Yo we got the flu shot that you got but we caught 
The new-dle two-dle funk crew-dle bug-adoodle  
Jibber Jabber don’t stop a hey hey hey a all day
Now come on over I’ll scoot right over and stay while Jon plays 
Funky see funky do funky spunky skunky crew
Funky rhymes funky lines funky crunky drunky times
Funky might makes funky right funky pluky dynamite 
Funky here funky there funky spunky everywhere

Wow, now that is damn funky, can you smell that bass, whew we, smells like burnt liver on hot summer day, Jon is on Fyre!

Why’s it funky when you haven’t funked for a week and then you start to itch ’n tweek 
And your knees be gettin’ soft ’n weak as the pressure reaches to a peak 
And a little bit starts to drip and leak  
That’s TMI
He got funk like pumpkins got pie 
Funk like bumpkins get by
Funk like stuck in deny
All funk like skunk ’n gettin’ high
Funkin’ til the day that we die

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

The funk 
It be 
Booming
Out the 
Trunk a hunk a junk ol’ clunk a mine
A chunka chunka went the bass and I got a fine
Combine with my divine design, rewind inclined to be funkinsteined 
I declined, I tor’ it up in yo face 
You turned up the bass
That’s right, you could hear it all over the place 
Funky is as funky does do you has pizazz
Funky is too funky that’s true and we has en masse
Funky is what funky wants how does he slap that bass
We be keep it funky now common shake that azz
Funky like a rusty spike infection on my toe
Funky like a crusty tyke with boogies out the nose 
Funky like my musty psych with dusty old pillows 
We be make it funky ’n got the stank to show
Will it still be funky if we, what
Spayed it with some poo-pourri,  hell yea
Will it still be funky if we, what
Made it from som’in’ all bourgeoisie, hell no

That’s what I been tryin’ to tell ya, the funks gotta be made from something nasty, it’s gotta be inta something kinky, it’s gotta talk all dirty, breath be stankin’ ’n such 

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

Yea, so what do you think Jon, you feeling that?
Oh yea
Alright, alright, alright, yo since you supplied me with that mad funky beat, I figured I’d go all mad scientist and flip what you sent me, and maybe you can lay down some of them golden vocals of yours
How’s that sound?
Sounds good

Well, the Couch King baby
Let’s turn the clock back to ’65
That’s where I like to hide out
It’s the place I really thrive
Well look out
Take your time now
This funk moves like a big fat cow
Yea, the Couch King baby
I tried to run but I could not hide
I tried to run 
But I could not find a place to hide

Funk'n Blisters

Jon Lock, Russ Sinfield, and the Couch King -Funk'n Blisters

Evocadora canción para todos los públicos, algo más rápida y elaborada que la versión de las Piano Sessions.

Evocative song for everyone, a little faster and more elaborated than the Piano Sessions' version: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/el-rio-piano-version

Lyrics/Letra:

Nunca pude destapar un río
para ver lo que tenía dentro
de su cuerpo húmedo....

Nunca pude preguntar al río
lo que llevaba con tanta prisa,
hacia abajo, en silencio...

... y el río pasaba sin mirarme siquiera...
... siempre ocupado en su deslizarse...
... siempre sin mirar atrás a escucharme,
sin parar a contestarme,
sin parar a decirme qué llevaba dentro...

Nunca quiso responderme el río,
nunca quiso ser mi amigo
y seguía su camino...

... y el río contestaba con preguntas evasivas,
“¿A dónde vas?”, yo le decía,
“Sin parar, con tanta prisa.”
“¿A dónde vas?, ¿a dónde vas...?”

El Río (A dónde vas)

Alternative, Indie, Psychedelic, Rock and stuff.