Avant le téléphone , internet , les femmes de soldats partis à la guerre attendaient les lettres de leurs fiancés et maris . Les enfants étaient témoins de leurs angoisses et de leurs larmes ...
Compositeur Arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD Auteur Mélodiste : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
La guerre c'est le bruit d'une pointe de crayon 
C'est le regard absent dans les yeux de ma mère
C'est une longue attente blanche une prison
Des mots qu'elle lisait des lettres qu'on espère

C'est le son d'un amour à la lumière dansante
C'est le goût de tous les jours , sans saveurs sans saisons
C'est apprendre qu'il y a des choses qui te manquent
Des semaines d'inquiétudes , des rides sur son front

C'est elle enveloppée dans la fumée des cigarettes
Comme dans un nuage porteur de larmes amères
Et puis c'est le silence soudain des nuits défaites
Colmatés d'espérance pour fuir le vent d'hiver 

La guerre c'est savoir qu'elle peut te dénuder
Jusqu'à la moelle d'un père qu'elle t'aura volé
Que les jours qui suivront seront jamais comblés
Que hurleront impitoyable les vents glacés

Before the telephone and the Internet, the wives of soldiers away at war waited for letters from their fiancés and husbands. Children witnessed their anguish and tears ...
Composer and arranger : Philippe SEGUINARD Author and melodist : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
War is the sound of a pencil tip 
It's the absent look in my mother's eyes
It's a long white wait in a prison
Words she read Letters we hope for

It's the sound of love in dancing light
It's the taste of every day, without flavors without seasons
It's learning that there are things you miss
Weeks of worry, wrinkles on her forehead

It's her wrapped in cigarette smoke
Like a cloud of bitter tears
And then it's the sudden silence of empty nights
Clogged with hope to escape the winter wind 

War is knowing that it can strip you bare
To the very marrow of a father stolen from you
That the days that follow will never be filled
That the icy winds will howl mercilessly

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD  2022

La guerre      TRANSLATED

vimeo.com/170276596 We hope you enjoy this second collaboration, Janice has written some really cool lyrics for this song! This will be one of many songs from a new album.
Lyrics by Janice Slater & Vocalatti
Music Vocals and video by Vocalattihttps://open.spotify.com/track/28ebTSKO6PvMeZcnnJvOrP?si=5830288c91e44b33

SO HIGH by Vocalatti (ft arterial flow)

This song is a little thank you to the MRI technician, who was not happy with me, she wanted me to keep still but the electronic sounds were so fabulous and I found it very difficult not to move.

https://youtu.be/4nG-2tyw2Ao

Resonance is majestic
It sure knows how to thrill
Moombahton, juke n'breakbeat
Occasionally deep chill
Girl behind the console
Said I must act more responsible
I need you to keep still

Lay still upon that flatbed
Diagnostics take their time
The protons in the molecules
Need time to realign
The protons in the molecules
They follow scientific rules
Every single time

Moombahton, juke n'breakbeat
A little bit of house
Shot from the anaesthetist
The lights, they just went out
Shot from the anaesthetist
To help with the analysis
Of the Administer of Grime

Lay still upon that flatbed
That is what she said
Lay still upon that flatbed
When I moved, well she saw red
Lay still upon that flatbed
She said that every time
The Administer of Grime

The Administer Of Grime

A medley of iconic English songs that defined an era. This piece brings together four timeless classics: Life on Mars by David Bowie, Live and Let Die by Paul McCartney, Nobody Home by Pink Floyd, and Perfect Day by Lou Reed. Although Lou Reed is American, Perfect Day was produced by Bowie, giving it a strong English connection. The heartfelt piano arrangements breathe new life into these unforgettable tracks.

#EnglishMedley #LifeOnMars #LiveAndLetDie #PerfectDay #PinkFloydCover #DavidBowieTribute #PianoMedley #ClassicRockMedley

My English Years - english medley

My last old synth analogic played composed.. enjoy and eared..🎧

Impossible Quantum 2

The axolotl called Julio Cortazar watches the aquarium observers (including that one who resembles Julio Cortazar). The previous draft here (I tried now to improve the central part): https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/this-is-them-final-draft. 
The sister tracks: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/this-is-us and https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/is-this-you
Here the short backgroundstory: https://ambystoma.uky.edu/teachers_materials/axolitbook/AxolotlByJulioCortazar.html
Picture is from Pietro Corrao.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2022-2024)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, November 19

This is them (final version) *

This is an old song that was orginally called 'Flowers in Your Head'  begun in the late 70s by my dad and his friend. He completed it in the 90s and recorded it with a local band (we can't fully remember it). Having not come up with much myself lately,  I was inspired again when remembering how much I liked this, so I re-wrote it again with some different words,  and probably ruined it. 
Melody by Rob Benson (Verse, Chorus) and The Cobbled Moth (Middle 8, or whatever its called). Lyrics by The Cobbled Moth, and Hoppo (who wrote the first verse and part of second).

Cooler is slang for jail. The Song of Songs is worth a study. Beno of LCR FM is in there and the Azerbaijan link. 

Phone recording 24.12.24. 

When I'm feeling lonely and my life is dead and I feel so useless that my face is red 
And I know I can't get away 
The cooler's in my head 
The coolers in my head, the cooler's in my head no no no no oh
Well I turn the radio way down low DJ D says not to go
Back to Stockholm yeah I'm alone just like they said 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head no no no no oh
You're locked up in a teacup
Diagnoses all wrong 
Bad domain, rage in vain
For lost Song of Songs
Even though you fled
The coolers in your head cooler in your head wo oh oh oh
Where we met was Persia but the north turned red, later left turned right
The same families led 
And I know I can't get away the coolers in my head 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head No no no no oh 
Cooler in my head, Cooler in my head oh oh oh 




The Cooler's in my Head (collaboration)

My new tracks can be listened to on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music. https://open.spotify.com/album/3XtMmYHa6mdi8vumkYhjBR

J. S. Bach - Prelude in C Major

second glance

impro day loop

Al mio amato Michele:
Quando i draghi sopra il mio letto
si alzeranno
Tutto questo è nella mia testa
Tutto questo è nella mia testa

Quando dal mio zaino scapperanno
Granchi mostruosi con cuori di sabbia
Tutto questo è nella mia testa

Quando non capirò più niente di quello che mi dicono
che io non sappia
Non credo che sia tutto nella mia testa

Quando vedrò i miei cugini, i miei fratelli
Andare via per sempre per mare
Perché sono nati in altre terre
Non so cosa ci passi per la testa

Quando vedrò tutte queste limousine
Sputare su tutta questa gente inutile
Mi mancano le parole nella testa

E tutti quelli che dicono di credere in Dio
Che vogliono privatizzare il paradiso
Le cose non vanno molto bene nelle loro teste

Quando nessuno parla più la stessa lingua
È sconvolgente che le parole diventino incruente
Non possiamo più parlare a testa alta

Se preferisco arrivare ultimo
È perché non voglio calpestare
Niente e nessuno nella mia testa

Quando tutti mi prendono in giro
Perché?
A chi serve nelle loro teste?

Quando vedo tutti questi piccoli führer
Sopprimere dolcemente la furia
Dei loro seguaci con il cuore

Ecco perché mi sento meglio la notte
Con il mio orsacchiotto coperto di lividi
Non è affatto nella mia testa

Quando sento il vento tra gli alberi
Il suono dei muri che si crepano
Tutto questo è nella mia testa
Tutto questo è nella mia testa

Quando i draghi volano sopra il mio letto, finalmente
Quando volo sulla loro schiena di notte, non c'è niente
Che io desideri di più nella mia testa

A parte quando mi prendi la mano
Quando ci svegliamo nello stesso letto la mattina
Lì, non c'è altro che bellezza nella mia testa

Quand les dragons au d’ssus d’mon lit m’observent  
Tout ça c’est dans ma tête
Tout ça c’est dans ma tête 

Quand  de mon cartable s’échappent
Des monstres crabes au cœur de sable
Tout ça c’est dans ma tête

Quand  ils sont tous à se moquer de moi
Pourquoi
J’crois pas qu’ce soit que dans ma tête
 
Quand j’refuse d’aller à l’école
Parce que là-bas j’suis bête et moche
Tout ça c’est pas que dans ma tête

Quand j’comprends rien de tout c’qu’on’m’dit
qu’J’sais pas  
J’vois bien qu’c’est pas que dans ma tête

Quand papa gueule après maman
Que je la vois qui pleure en dedans
J’crois pas qu’ce soit que dans ma tête
 
Quand je pousse des cris du fond d’mon lit
J’ai peur  
De c’que j’ai dans ma tête

C’est pour ça qu’la nuit j’me sens mieux
Avec mon doudou qu’à plein de bleus
Ça c’est pas du tout dans ma tête

Quand j’entends le vent dans les arbres 
Le bruit des murs qui se lézardent
Tout ça c’est dans ma tête
Tout ça c’et dans ma tête
Mais quand je suis assis sur not banc
Celui où toujours  je t’attends
J’me sens si bien dans ma tête
  
Quand les dragons survolent not lit
Qu’on s’envole avec eux la nuit
Y’a rien de plus beau dedans ma tête

Mais lors   que tu prends dans la tienne
ma main qu’tu m’ serres si fort qu’tu m’aimes
j’sais plus où j’habite dans ma tête

Dans ma tête

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