Wohoo! This is growing to epic dimensions !! Heavy sound !!

wie'n Road Trip durch Steppe und Wüste... tolle Gitarren, großartiger Song!

Great to hear you, Claus! This is sludge heaven.

Great moodiness in your guitar melodies and riffing... liking the song Claus.

@user-942389983: Thanks! Like to do some vocals on it? :o)

real cool heavy sludgy stoner rock track, that wall of sound keeps me gazing at my shoes the whole time, awesome man, dig it!!!

NOT EASY TO EXPLAIN

El taller de Cuca:
Toni Solé (piano and keyboard)
Mery Navarro (choirs)
Cuca Aguirre (choirs)
Pepe Gámez (Spanish guitar)
Antonio Sánchez (Spanish guitar and bongó)
Adrián González (electric guitar)
Sergio Párraga (keyboard, bass, melodic bass, cajón, palms, choirs, drumms programming and production)

Donde siempre

Once I wrote a longer description here: a love song in 7/4 ¿or 14/8?

Silvia II (Lo que siento por ti) /  Silvia II (What I feel for you)

Es de difícil clasificación  /  It is difficult to be classified
dentro de las variedades del amor  /  among all varieties of love
lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  what I feel for you, what I feel …

Sólo sé que no puedo vivir sin ti,  /  I only know I can’t live without you,
no puedo ver sentido a mi vida si no estás aquí.  /  I can’t find sense to my life if you are not here.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

Cuando todo va bien  /  When everything goes fine
lo que me une a ti es tu forma de ser,  /  what joins me to you is your way of being,
es muy fácil ver  /  it is very easy to see
todos tus encantos de mujer.  /  all your woman's charms.

Una idea que no puedo soportar  /  An idea that I cannot bear
es verte en brazos de otro, en otro lugar.  /  is seeing you in other one’s arms, in another place.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

No puedo imaginar  /  I cannot imagine
tu voz susurrando a otro compás.  /  your voice whispering to another compass.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

Cuando algo va mal,  /  When something goes wrong,
puedo contemplar tus defectos con claridad.  /  I can behold  your faults with clarity.
Cuando algo va mal,  /  When something goes wrong,
sólo quiero escapar a otro lugar.  /  only I want to escape to another place.

Grab it !!

Silvia II (Lo que siento por ti)

882025

An instrumental lullaby that I wrote for my daughter who arrived recently and has turned my world on it's head (in the most amazing way) :)

Mia's Lullaby

Music, Lyrics, Guitar, harp, vocals, harmonies - Lizzie Taypen
Cover Painting - Lizzie Pentland
For Kathleen
Mischievous and Kind
Strong and Fearless
May you rest in peace now my friend

What a Friend had said

Pocket

Good Ol' Boy is a very special song. It was originally written and composed by David Dunham, who dedicated it to a dear friend – a gesture that gives the song even more emotional depth.

When David invited Mike Fox and me to create a new arrangement, we gladly accepted. It was an honor to give his beautiful composition a fresh new sound.

For me, this project was more than just music: it was about friendship, trust, and shared creativity. I first met David and Mike here on SoundCloud – two outstanding musicians, but more importantly, two kind and wonderful human beings. Over time, a true friendship has grown between us, and I’m deeply grateful for that.

I hope you can feel a bit of what makes this song so meaningful to us when you listen.

Lyrics "Good Ol´Boy

He's a good ol' boy with his good ol' toys,
He likes a beer now and then.
He picks a guitar and dreams of going far,
Don't know the how, or the where, or the when.
The boys in the band play as hard as they can.
And they hitch their wagon to the star,
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

He keeps house with his wife, the love of his life,
The kids are all grown and gone.
By the gray in his hair you can tell he still cares
'bout the things that are right and wrong.
And the question comes does it get better than this,
A hard days work and a goodnight kiss,
For this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

Well it hasn't been easy, no it's never been easy
But he keeps on keepin' on.
And what hasn't killed him he finds a way
To put into a song, 'bout this good ol' boy
This good ol' boy.


He's a good ol' boy with his share of joys,
And his share of the cares of this world.
When it's all said and done, and his race has been run,
And he rests in the arms of the Lord
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.


Credits:

    Original Song: David Dunham
            Mike Fox: Vocals, Guitars
Axel Menningen: Keyboards

Good Ol' Boy

Loosely based on the traditional song.  120 bpm. (Painting: Manuel M. Remartinez)

Loch Lomond (Interpretation)

🛋️✨ A theatrical meltdown disguised as a therapy session! Follow Me as I try to explain my very normal morning.... until the appliances start talking back. 🍞☕💥 This whimsical musical number is packed with drama, sass, and one unforgettable demand: RINSE. THE. FUCKIN. SPOON. 🎭🥄

Those who know me will understand this song.

If you survived this session and want more emotional caffeine, Therapy continues here: https://soundcloud.com/krazy-krissie/therapy-with-krissie-coffee-first-sanity-later

☕😵 The breakdowns get messier, the appliances get louder, and the spoon’s still not over it.

#Unhinged #ComedyCabaret #KitchenOpera #KrissieChaos #ToasterTrauma

****Lyrics****

Well, Doctor, you see...

I stepped from the shower with peace in my soul,
Towel wrapped, hair damp, on a breakfast patrol.
Tiptoed downstairs through the morning light,
All I wanted was toast, not a fight.

The kettle said,
Oh look who decides to EXIST. Mid-morning. Again.
Hope your soggy sourdough’s worth the delay, Your Highness.

I laughed it off, tried to stay kind,
Reached for the bread, tried to clear my mind.

Then the toaster said,
Not this gluten-free nonsense again.
Do you hate me?? Is that it??

I backed away, my hands in the air,
No drama, I said, we’re just making breakfast.
I pivoted smoothly to cereal instead.

But the dishwasher said,
The dishwasher said,
Wow. Left the spoon on the counter AGAIN.
Do I look like your emotional support appliance?
Rinse the spoon.
RINSE.
THE.
FUCKIN.
SPOON.

...It was one spoon, I muttered.

Then the kettle hissed,
You never WAIT for me to finish boiling!

I didn’t know you had a schedule, I replied.

Next, the toaster snapped,
Stop forcing me to eat your health journey!

It was ONE gluten-free crumpet!! I snapped back.

From the drawer, the whisk screamed,
I’M FROTHING MY FEELINGS!!!

I don’t even know what that means... I whispered.

The fridge muttered darkly,
You left me open for four seconds. I noticed.

I WAS GETTING JAM!!! I shouted, losing my grip.

Then the microwave whispered,
I long for death.

...You heated soup yesterday, I said, completely baffled.

Behind me, the blender howled,
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY SETTING NAMES!!!

I AM NOT THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY!!!
I WAILED!!!

Therapy with Krissie #1 🍞😩 I Just Wanted Toast 😩🍞

I had posted a year ago the row version of this track recorded back in 2015 (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/bosque-redondo)
I thought that, after all these years, it was time to remake it, without altering the melody or the atmosphere.
Regarding the context evoked, see for example here: https://americanindian.si.edu/nk360/navajo/long-walk/long-walk.cshtml

Composed by Michele Ansani (2015-2025).
Bansuri is courtesy by Aahro.
Cover photo: Navajo girls at Fort Sumner, Bosque Redondo era, New Mexico, 1864-1868(?). Palace of the Governors Photo Archives, negative number 038208.

RePosted on SoundCloud: 2025, June 16

Bosque Redondo (final version)*

In the previous version (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/gamma-o) there was excessive sound saturation. I kept only the vocal part (remixed) and redid the piano backing, aiming for a more minimalist result.

Gamma Ø: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamma_Island_(Greenland)

I think a good English translation of the original lyrics isn’t easy, but I’ll give it a try.

Lyrics [ENG / ITA]

And so we go on
along these parallel routes,
we’ll go farther
without ever moving forward,
for how much longer 
will you walk with me?

And so we sink
into this whirl of sensations,
and over us, you’ll see, 
the water will close again,
for as long as
it will still be enough for us?

And we stay like this
we’ll be fine together,
we’re already far away 
without ever having left

["Willkommen in Düsseldorf, meine Damen und Herren. 
Nach 11 Stunden und 59 Minuten sicher gelandet"].

-----

E proseguiamo così
su queste rotte parallele
andremo più lontano
senza avanzare mai
per quanto ancora
mi accompagnerai?

ed affondiamo così
in questo vortice di sensazioni
e su di noi vedrai l'acqua si richiuderà
per quanto ancora ci basterà

e rimaniamo così
staremo bene insieme
noi siamo già lontani
senza essere partiti mai

["Willkommen in Düsseldorf, meine Damen und Herren. 
Nach 11 Stunden und 59 Minuten sicher gelandet"].

------

Lyrics and music by Michele Ansani (1982). Recorded in 2018 and 2025
Posted on SoundCloud on 2025, July 3.

Gamma Ø *

Love Is A Crazy Thing

We ended as lovers / Image photo by Angelight

Texte Français et Google traduction

OU VA -T-ON ?

Nourrir toute sa famille, du pain à la maison
Forcer portes et grilles, s’entendre dire non
Un parcours commando, une sale occupation,
Se trouver sans boulot… où va-t-on ?

C’est pour le clandestin, un visa sans son nom,
Voir s’ouvrir le chemin du camp de rétention
De ces années d’hier, irrégulières ou non
On l’exclu de notre terre… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

La couche du S.D.F., que de maigres cartons
Mais quand dite est la messe, où trouver une maison ?
Les nuits sans le sommeil, c’est à même le goudron
Dans ce siècle de merveilles… où va-t-on ?

Vivre en vendant son corps, aux détours de buissons.
Se cacher des remords, ne fait rien de bien bon.
Faire des passes qui passent, pour un peu de pognon
Mal se voir dans la glace… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

On voit des mouvements crier toutes leurs colères
Des gilets jaunes fluant aux ronds points des misères
Sans finir les fins de mois en travaillant à fond
Laissez faire les petits rois… où va-t-on ?

D’où vient tout ce mal être, cette absence de raison
Nos espoirs obsolètes, petits tours et s’en vont
Même l’enfant de l’école dans la recréation
Sniffe les pots de colle… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

WHERE ARE WE GOING ?

Feeding all your family, bread at home
Forcing doors and grilles, to hear oneself say no
A commando course, a dirty occupation,
To find yourself without a job ... where are we going?

It's for the clandestine, a visa without his name,
See opening the path of the detention camp
From those years ago, irregular or not
We exclude it from our land ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

The diaper of S.D.F., only meager cartons
But when is said mass, where to find a house?
The nights without sleep, it is in the tar
In this century of wonders ... where are we going?

To live by selling one's body, to the detours of bushes.
Hiding from remorse does not do anything good.
Make passes that pass for a little money
To see each other in the mirror ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

We see movements screaming all their anger
Flowing yellow vests round the dots of misery
Without finishing the end of the month by working hard
Let the little kings do ... where are we going?

Where does all this evil come from, this lack of reason
Our hopes are obsolete, little tricks and go away
Even the child of the school in recreation
Sniff the jars of glue ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

OU VA-T-ON ? (Un monde égoïste)

Great vocal version here:
https://soundcloud.com/elements-of-synergy/first-breath

Music, Guitars (Strat), Bass (Preci), Organ (NI), Drums (AD2), Mix & Mastering: @bonetender

©Bonetender 2019 All Rights Reserved

Breathe First

Music: Gina Wood and Lukowig
Synths: Gina Wood https://soundcloud.com/gina-wood-837506330/tracks
Drums, bass, guitar, synthetic choir and lyrics:  Lukowig
Vocal: Amanda Sanderson soundcloud.com/phoebeelena/tracks

Eternal

We'll never be together
again
we'll never say "hi"
again
alone forever and ever
in the shadow of our light...
It doesn't matter since our soul is eternal

We'll never be together
again
you're not here but high
on clouds forever and  ever
in the shadow of my life...
It doesn't matter since our love is eternal

We'll never be together
again
we'll never say "goodnight"
again...
Never... forever and ever
but I keep my smile
It doesn't matter since our minds are eternal

Eternal [Gina Wood / Amanda Sanderson / Lukowig]

Alternative, Indie, Psychedelic, Rock and stuff.

New site after E-Ruizzo: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo

Many thanks to Alex https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
and Richal https://soundcloud.com/rickitansky for their fantastic pics !!

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