Collaboration Cab/ Michele Ansani

Tunes 20

Tunes 21

Angel. soft

Best of SoundCloud April 2025

Ghost in the Piano

A little bit of something you can't hold.
For a little bit of something laced with gold.
A little bit of shelter from your greed.
For a little bit of something we all need.
We're all found out.
Goes round about.

Mother, take this pain from me.
I just can't use it anymore.
Why, when I'm tired, I just can't sleep. 
Can hear your wolves outside my door.
We've all missed out.
Were down and out.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.

We've all got a little piece of all.
All the places where we take the fall.
A little bit of whimsy soothes the soul.
A little bit of money pays the toll.
We're all let down.
We've all been around.

Brother, take this pain from me.
I just can't feel it anymore.
A lack of courage for the deed.
A lack of wisdom in the store.
We all rush round.
Their round about.

You took your promises.
And cast them to the wind..
You left me wondering...
Sounded so sweet.
Now, I'm dying on my feet.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.


Dead On My Feet

Comment fais-tu ça est un hommage à Pierre Bonnard, peintre français du groupe des Nabis, un mouvement post-impressionniste. 
Sur une musique de Michele ANSANI.
Merci beaucoup Michele pour ta musique.
LYRICS

Commet fais-tu, ça, Pierre
Donner tant de vie
Commet fais-tu, ça, dis

Derrière ta fenêtre
Il y a
Tant de couleurs claires
Tant de joies
Comment fais-tu ça, dis
Comment fais tu ça

Tous ces paysages
Que tu voies
Ces chaises bancales
Cette simple table
Brune et sable

Toute cette douceur
cette chaleur
cela nous traverse
Nous transperce

Rester là peut-être
Que le temps s’arrête
Derrière ta fenêtre

Commet fais-tu ça pierre
D’un trait de lumière
Donner tant de vie
Commet fais-tu, ça, Pierre
Pour donner l’envie
Commet fais-tu, ça, dis

Commet peux-tu Pierre
D’un trait de lumière
Donner tant de vie

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How do you do that, Pierre
giving so much life
how do you do it, say

Behind your window
There are
So many bright colours
So much joy
How do you do it, say
How do you do it

All these landscapes
That you see
These wobbly chairs
This simple table
Brown and sandy

All that tenderness
all that warmth
it goes through us
it pierces us

Stop there
maybe time may stand
behind that window

How do you do it, Pierre
To give the desire
How do you do it, say ...

How can you, Pierre
With a stroke of light
To give so much life

Comment Fais-tu ça. (MICHELE ANSANI/CAB)

Paul Amlehn - Text, composition, arrangement, production
Frances - Vocal
David Lynch - Visual art

Text:

"Of course I’m jealous
More human than ever
I stand on the giant ant too.

You’re not alone anymore.

Whispers in the dark
You wrap yourself in light
And walk outside.
 
Nobody’s running after you now 
No more tears on the phone.

It’s something new
This feeling.

Why can’t the morning bring 
The night of our best dreams?

Don’t ask me why."

Don't Ask Me Why

Merci beaucoup à Michele Ansani pour les arrangements.
 
De mon pouce
Je repousse
La mousse

Dans l’eau douce
Barberousse
S’émousse

Je   pars  en mer
Éphémère 
Quitte ou double  
Assis       par terre 
Un chien couvert
De plumes d’oie
Aboie sur un chat
Qui s’en fout bien
Il    demande un verre
Qu’il boit d’un trait
Vodka glacée 
Me regardant 
d’un air étonné

De mon pouce
Je repousse
La mousse

Dans l’eau douce
Barberousse
S’émousse

Accroché là
Éphémère    
Quitte ou double  
Assis par terre 
La peau couverte
De plumes d’oie
J’aboie à la lune
Qui s’en fout bien
Lui fait une prière 
Vodka glacée 
Très épicée
C’est terminé 
Et m’endors par terre

Barberousse (arrangements de M Ansani)

On the moor

For An Angel

Le Petit Prince – The King
October 2024
Duration: 2:30
Listen to the Le Petit Prince Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/le-petit-prince-music-for
Based on: Ignacy Jan Paderewski, Minuet in G Major, Opus 14 
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing Le Petit Prince January 31st, February 1st and February 2nd in Colorado.
For strings, clarinet, trombone, tuba, xylophone, timpani and percussion

Le Petit Prince - The King

The words here come from the chapter describing a Samhain shamanic ceremony in my book The Dragon Whisperer's Son, and as ever, @APi_ZZ has come up with the most perfect, and moving, music to accompany them. The Bird Mother was the most ancient goddess of the Caucasian races, in acknowledgement of the vital role of the birds in fertilising the lands. 

Words, spoken vocals and cover art by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, October 2024 

Music and cover titling by APi_ZZ 
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) October 2024 


Words: 

Samhain began, as it did every year, on the stroke of midnight when the bright star of Antares was directly over the Fairy Stone. The Fairy Stone was a huge, white obelisk and it was covered with tiny inscribed sigils that were barely visible under the thickly-encrusted green moss of ages. 

No human alive could remember how the Fairy Stone came to be there – and quite probably no-one who was dead either. It was only the dragons of the misty black Mountains of Memory who kept that knowledge safe from prying ears.

A cold breeze was gusting around the crowds of locals milling there amidst the blue, smokey fragrance from the bonfires. The flaming pine logs were dripping with sweet aromatic resins as they fired crackling sparks of brilliant orange into the dark-clouded skies. 

Scarlet elf cap mushrooms peeped through a damp carpet of gold, russet and bronze leaves covering the hard, muddy ground. The trees they had fallen from were now standing bare and shivering, entirely naked, but bravely ready to face the first gales of winter.  Frosted cobwebs, stretching between their branches, twinkled under a full silver moon.  An owl hooted.

In front of the Fairy Stone stood a large wooden platform. It had been charred black, and then scored with white Xs, Vs and spirals to turn it into an altar, carved in the shape of an eagle so gigantic that it was as if the constellation of Aquila had fallen from the star-studded vaults above. Standing astride the altar was a giant effigy of a woman. She had a pointed head and the beaked face of a bird of prey. Her breasts were huge and egg-shaped, as were her protruding buttocks.  Her arms, outstretched as if in flight, were entwined with wriggling serpents. It was the Bird Mother. 

Each family was going forward, one at a time, to the Bird Mother's altar with their offerings of lit candles for the Naming of the Dead ceremony. Tears glistened in their eyes as the recited with gratitude the names of all those who had before come them.  It wasn't long before there were so many candles jostling together that the altar began to mirror the glittering blackness of the night skies. 

Afterwards, hearts were so full and heavy with remembrance that each preferred to just sit silently with their own thoughts, their solemn faces upturned towards the stars to watch Orion, the Lord of Winter, arise from his watery Underworld to reclaim his rulership over that half of the year. 

Then they were content in their hearts that throughout the cold dark days to come, new starseeds would be nurtured in the warmth of the womb of Earth; that the silver spindle connecting their revolving seasons to the starry mills slowly grinding above would hold firm with their prayers and offerings; that eventually new stargates would open like vast glittering palaces, and that the end of the beginning was done so that life could become and spiral on forevermore.

From The Dragon Whisperer's Son by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut,  ISBN 978-1-9163795-6-5. Buy it on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/yss89t58

Samhain

For my good mate Gooza.

Track has been remixed as of 10/01/2025.

Gooza

Promising

Slow It Down (with Cruza & Isaiah Falls)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/0wK6790QpRCXf3BvsageMH?si=e4dfc6025a674469

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/de/album/missed-perfectly/1798223389?i=1798223390

Youtube Music: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_n-m6T3aNFT2GffcB88pTwOCaU5X9WOHLg&feature=shared

Missed Perfectly

Title and closing track from the new album “Harsh Vulnerable” 
https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/harsh-vulnerable

Harsh Vulnerable explores a heavier more somber sound for M.E.; with emphasis on post rock elements and more acoustic tonalities. It serves as a cathartic/coping expression for what I have been going through on both a personal level as well as the bleak global outlook.

This song in particular is perhaps my most cathartic work - expressing a gamut of emotions

Harsh Vulnerable Album

Mood Exhibit - Harsh Vulnerable 1 & 2

Cover picture: Albert Bierstadt, "Emigrants Crossing the Plains" (1869): an oil on canvas painting of emigrants on their way to Oregon, inspired by a fifty-wagon train of German emigrants who crossed Bierstadt's path during his 1863 expedition.

Although it is very difficult to estimate the total number of European emigrants, it is thought that from the beginning of the 19th century to the middle of the 20th century, around 30 million people left Europe for the United States.

I reworked in the last days on this not particularly original piece, whose first draft is from 2018.
Femal vocals courtesy by La Boutique Studios Dakar; harmonica by Dust Bowl - Vintage Country.
Composed by Michele Ansani (2018-2025).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, March 26

Their American dream *

Original composition by Neno J. (song for my little grandson)
Nylon electro-acoustic guitar Cordoba Studio GK, recorded directly using multi effect Hotone Ampero 100.

Bossa for little Noah

Timeline
(Verse 1)
Timeline
Can I solve the puzzle? Does the answer even exist?
Is it abstract in the making 
options, choices taken 
where’s the voices?
It’s a cruel game we’re playing, 
did we ever have a choice?
never had a choice is what I’m saying
I know, the question as well, as the answer 
in time we’ll all understand the meaning as well, 

(Chorus)
the only answer is, 
the truth is infinity, infinity is the truth, 
the answer is the question, 
and the question is the root
why so absolute 
not to mention a reason to be, 
existence is infinity, and the truth will set you free, 
never before, never before 
infinite, choices…The answer is …more!

(Verse 2)
What was done in the past
Effecting us now,
 we walk different timelines,  But they’re way ahead …how?
Time vibrates, like tectonic plates!
Given shape to our lifelines, final fate
What’s the cause of it all?
The crisis of it all,    The axis, recall
We exist,   one in all, One and all
Everything and everyone…

(Verse 3)
🎵In a constant state of time,
Doesn’t matter when or where, 
you’ve traveled the timeline, 
existence is existence,
And who are we to say,
What will happen in the future,
If we didn’t exist—- today 
…..in this timeline🎵

(Chorus)
(interlude)
(Chorus)

Timeline

elec piano + casio keyboard

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music by Marco Lucchi
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2 ottobre 2010

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to Henri Bergson