Name: Correnta by Brian Higgins
Duration: 1 min 29 s
Description: 16th Century dance tune, by Santino Garsi da Parma ( 1542-1603)

I used to try to play this live, and I could not remember it. Now I have no trouble remebering how it goes. performance anxiety, and the Hell of the Open Mike

16th Century dance tune, by Santino Garsi da Parma ( 1542-1603)

Correnta

Modes About Me - Until I Get Better (Prod. LoewFii)

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
LoewFii
https://www.youtube.com/@loewfii5674

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

Until I Get Better (Prod. LoewFii)

Dragon's Fury

Sonate n°2 pour piano en do mineur

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/RmBy9YSt1o4

Sonate n°2 pour piano en do mineur

This tune was released by The Eagles in 1973 and performed by me here on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #549 by The Eagles

grace

Para ver el video  https://youtu.be/gzagyN-Xpaw

Para escuchar la versión original   https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/necesito-tu-presencia-version-original-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/necesito-tu-presencia-ver-texto

Necesito tu presencia

Ahora que estás a gran distancia
y que mi ser lamenta tu ausencia
es cuando he caído en la cuenta
de lo mucho que me haces falta.

La vida esta vez me ha enseñado
y he de pagar muy caro el ejemplo
que para apreciar lo que tenemos
hace falta que… ¡que lo perdamos!

Estribillo

Por eso mi amor quiero que sepas
que mi vida, si tú no estás cerca, 
no tiene fundamento ni razón
porque necesito tu presencia
para justificar mi existencia
y no sentirme oveja sin pastor.

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Recorro otra vez los mismos sitios
por donde fui feliz de tu mano
pues aunque me produce un gran daño
hace que también sienta un alivio.

La vida esta vez me ha enseñado
y he de pagar muy caro el ejemplo
que para apreciar lo que tenemos
hace falta que… ¡que lo perdamos!

Estribillo

I need your presence

Now that you're far away
and that my being regrets your absence
That's when I realized
of how much I miss you.

This time life has taught me
and I have to pay dearly for the example
that to appreciate what we have
We need to... lose it!

Chorus

That's why my love I want you to know
that my life, if you are not around,
It has no basis or reason
because I need your presence
to justify my existence
and not feel like a sheep without a shepherd.

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I visit the same places again
where I was happy with your hand
Well, although it causes me great harm
It also makes me feel relieved.

This time life has taught me
and I have to pay dearly for the example
that to appreciate what we have
We need to... lose it!

Chorus

NECESITO TU PRESENCIA

This tune is sang by Jack Johnson in 2005 and is performed by me here on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #552 by Jack Johnson

Le vert, le bleu, le gris, l'orange, ou quand la mémoire et la conscience se font la belle....
paroles:
Un jour, ils viendront te chercher,
Tu entendras leurs pas légers.
Crisser sur le pâle gravier,
De ton enfance écartelée,
De ton enfance écarte les.
Ils te prendront dans leurs filets,
Comme un papillon esseulé,
Tes ailes mauves déployées,
Tu chercheras à t'envoler.
C'est comme ça quand la raison te quitte,
C'est comme ça quand la folie t'invite,
Quand les vagues déferlent,
Comme un collier de perles.
Et le vent ne te parvient même plus,
Et ta vie ne t'appartient même plus,
Ta mémoire sombre  fuit,
Comme une ville engloutie.
Regard absent que rien ne change,
Reflets de la folie qui mange.
Dans tes tiroirs secrets tu ranges,
Le vert, le bleu, le gris l'orange,
Le vert, le bleu, le gris l'orange.
Vénères tu un dieu, un diable,
Comme une denrée périssable.
Un écolier sans son cartable,
Aux matières, tu retires la table.
C'est comme ça quand la raison te quitte,
C'est comme ça quand la folie t'invite,
Quand les vagues déferlent,
Comme un collier de perles.
Et le vent ne te parvient même plus,
Et ta vie ne t'appartient même plus,
Ta mémoire sombre fuit,
Comme une ville engloutie.
Ta mémoire sombre  fuit,
Comme une ville engloutie.

Green, blue, gray, orange, or when memory and consciousness shine....
words:
One day they will come for you,
You will hear their light footsteps.
Crunching on the gravel blade,
From your torn childhood,
From your torn childhood,
They will catch you in their nets,
Like a lonely butterfly,
Your purple wings spread,
You will try to fly away.
It's like that when reason leaves you,
It's like that when madness invites you,
When the waves break,
Like a pearl necklace.
And the wind doesn't even reach you anymore,
And your life doesn't even belong to you anymore,
Your memory darkens and flees,
Like a submerged city.
Absent look that nothing changes,
Reflections of madness that eats.
In your secret drawers you store,
green, blue, gray and orange.
Do you worship a god, a devil,
Like a perishable commodity.
A schoolboy without his schoolbag,
In matters, you remove the table.
It's like that when reason leaves you,
It's like that when madness invites you,
When the waves break,
Like a pearl necklace.
And the wind doesn't even reach you anymore,
And your life doesn't even belong to you anymore,
Your memory darkens and flees,
Like a submerged city.
Your memory darkens and flees,
Like a submerged city.

Le vert, le bleu, le gris, l'orange

"Uncertain Approach" (Jack Miller)
(c) Cenote Music

UNCERTAIN APPROACH

corsica

Born in Virginia, raised in Maryland; survivor of an alcoholic  family; graduated High School and Union Carpenters Apprenticeship; a student of Algebra, a student of Life, a  brown belt Samurai Chess Player; gave up clarinet in 2nd grade because he was too young to understand;  gave up French class 5 years later because he could not speak the language; turned down Ms. Maria Blautzig for the Sadie Hawkins Dance because she had turned  down his request earlier in the school year; walked out of typing class on day one, hell HOUR one, because he could not handle the stress of it;  walked out of Oklahoma State University because he really needed help at that point and did not know how to ask for it, so ‘tear it all down and blow it up’ seemed to be the only way to find any; experienced the deepest loneliness of his entire life to date out on that highway, with no direction anywhere.  He has worked as a ditch digger, a grass cutter, a TV Guide door to door salesman; he has been a farm worker, carpenters’ helper, apprentice, a Journeyman carpenter in Local 132, a Home Improvement contractor and a Facilities Maintenance Engineer.  He has passed up more opportunities than cars on a freight train; he has hitchhiked, hobo’ed and walked across tens of thousands of miles of America's roadways, and a few in Canada, for good measure.

By virtue of  a chance encounter one snowy January night in 1993, when he met and eventually married the revolutionary communist, aspiring novelist, multi instrumentalist soprano and as yet unheralded expert at fitting leftovers into the refrigerator, the  beguiling, and sumptuous Ms. Juliana; this union subsequently created the talented, smart, bubbly, and eye-catching Ms. Sophia, she of the musical pipes.
Mr Higgins first picked up the guitar at age 23, the harmonica at 57, and wrote his first book at age 5, or 6. It shall remain forever unpublished, as the only handwritten master of it is lost to the dustbin of history.


Numerous of the photos here are by my friend Charles Steck, who recently unexpectedly passed away. Thank you so much Charles, we are missing you .


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