You've written a classic, and performed it well.

Very good, storytelling lyrics and a happy tune rolling along, classic folk. Liked it, well done.

beautiful tune, added it to my Sound Cloud Finds playlist :P

 Rock N Roll rooted references, reveries and revelations

Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

A night walk in Paris in a little street. That's when you hear piano music coming from a private jazz club inviting you to contemplate the moonlight.

Moonlight Jazz

First version here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/ulysses-and-the-sirens
For the final draft I employ the same audio file, just adding a bit of guitar, percussions and vocals.
Lyrics and sirens song courtesy of Mainstream Eurodance.
Cover picture: John William Waterhouse, "Ulysses and the Sirens" (1891), National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne.

Lyrics

Baby I loved you 
more than words can say 
I need you 
like fire needs a flame 
now I'm breaking I'm waiting 
to hear you say my name

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2017-2022-2024).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, August 5.

Ulysses and the Sirens (final draft) *

'ex-love' 

I'm such a fuckin' fool
to have fallen for you.
You act like everything is cool,
but your words don't match what you do. 

I caught you in the act.
And how did you react?
You placed the blame right back
on me. Claimed I used the key misappropriately. 

But you're the liar and the cheat, ex-love.
So, why the fuck did you give me a key, ex-love?
If you knew you're gonna fuckin' cheat on me, ex-love?
Then turn it around, place the blame upon me, ex-love.

We're through.
Because of you.
Not me.

ex-love

Turning Point - from the new EP Turning Point. Check out the whole EP on www.youtube.com/@molitgerimusic

Turning Point

spastic dance ode to MES and the Fall

opening sequence... The Fall :Live at the Witch Trials  track 1979...

Children, they have come for your children 
The witch trials will commence in the basement below.
Orphans, glide in solo persuasion
Mimic the prose, then freeze
All memory erodes.

Time to dance, to bleed tonight
Mark E. Smith
Spitting out words
He's a switchblade knife. 
Twist and shout, trick the weather
Take a stand
Wrestle some punk on the lawn,
I think somebody x3… just put a Fall Record on.

Mothers, you have lost your children 
Left them alone in the park for the neighborhood show.
Players, stuck in sonic frustration 
The sound that they love, another future that their parents loathe.

Chorus 

(Bridge)
He takes no prisoners here
Only makers and destroyers 
Weaponize or disappear 
Ye maker, you destroyer
Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Man
Look beyond your high school wall
Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Man
Look beyond your high school wall
Look beyond your high school wall

Break
Chorus  


Fall Record On

KISSIN' ASS FOR CHRISTMAS

Go All The Way

The future's uncertain, the end is unclear
There'll be songs unsung, new foes to fear
I don't know if we got another 40 years
Or 40 days to rock n roll.

You could die like Janis or live like Keith
Pay penance for the excess with survivor's grief
Embrace your madness and their disbelief
You can rock, you can roll

Chorus

You can go all the way
Go all the way
No turning back
Move ahead, attack
As you go all the way

But I'm still stranded in the jungle of my common sense
I keep the tiger at bay by living future tense
"Never get out of the boat", Fredrick Forrest says
As the cameras start to roll

Yeah you can die like Jimi or live like Keith
Keep sailing till you land on a safer beach
But our  fate and the future's always out of reach
Will you rock or will you roll?

Chorus

Like the Rolling Stones 
you could last a hundred years
But don't forget poor Brian Jones 
Swallowed deep those poolside fears
It could go either way
Life, death and bad swordplay
A single lunge and thrust could steal your time.

The future's uncertain, the end is unclear 
The trophies and the troubles bound to disappear
Turn around to find the same old worries here
Not much rock and too much roll

You  could die like Janis or die like Keith
alone or soft surrounded by survivor's grief
A tale to tell tomorrow, taste their disbelief
As you rock, as you roll, as you…

Go all the way
Go all the way
No turning back
Move ahead, attack
As you go all the way





Go All The Way

What If Phil Ochs Jammed With The VU

What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU      
Singing Venus In Furs and the Draft Dodger Rag too   
Make it so political ….yeah 
Shiny boot political 

Now the King becomes Queen and masquerades before ya
Singing Que Sera like Doris, does she tittle or bore ya?
You say you'll go political 
Your body so political 

I am tired and I am weary   
I ain't marching no more     

What if the skin that you're in seeks to bind you
Like your mistress she taunts you with her whip to remind you
Has your body gone political? yeah
In this nation so political   

I am tired and I am weary
I ain't marching no more

Break 

I am tired and I am weary
I ain't marching no more

What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU
Singing about Vietnam while Lou leather adorns you
The pain, the power, the plan that attracts you
What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU
What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU
What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU

I am tired and I am weary
I ain't marching no more


Lyrics  Hand On The Rock/ Reed/Ochs
Music  Hand On The Rock










What if Phil Ochs Jamd with the VU?

Free Bird Flies Again

They gonna cancel my culture     
Wanna cage and engulf her        
Take the free bird and lock her away 
Don't like my borrow and bramble  
Or my Simple Man ramble  
I be judged and jeered today 
Campus under threat
They say I'm incorrect 
I'm called their trigger man
I be slammed and shunned
A most unwoken one
Won't even put me on the witness stand

 Oh  Oh  play some Free Bird    

If I have to leave here tomorrow   
Cause there's no safe space in the virtual world for me 
That's Ok I'd rather just play me some Lynyrd Skynyrd
Bless ole Ronnie VanZant he was born the same day as me
And if I wanna speak my truth Sir
So many fingers gonna be pointing at me
Don't need your slogans, movements or awakenings
Cause I'm a Rock N Roll relic, stuck in the seventies 

From Jacksonville
FLA
To sweet home Alabam
I can be serious sometimes like Mr. Young
But I can also dig the Southern Man
Now if I say these things, I'll be misconstrued
Everybody's mighty touchy these days
They wanna yell instead
Don't hear a thing I said 
How I long for the Skynyrd ways

  Oh      Oh    let's play some Free Bird 

If I have to leave here tomorrow 
I'll be playing the same old tune up there you see
I know they don't dig the flag of my forefathers
Or that freedom of speech baby
For Ronnie VanZant and me
Like the Free Bird flying high now
I want nothing on my back to weigh me down
No left or right wing rantings where I'm flying
Straight through the middle, for me is the sweetest sound
Gary .... Allen...I need you
Free Bird!!!!


Hand On The Rock/Collins/Van Zant

Free Bird  (Flies Again)

Death By Toto


For Julius C, stabbed lustily, it was death by the traitors’ cuts                                                             
For David R, strumming his guitar, a single song punch to the gut 
A sonic mind destroyer, burning his circuits up
They call it Death by Toto

Karen loved that snappy tune called Africa 
By those Grammy-grabbin', multi-plat, music sophisticas
It made Davey double over, whine and wince, 
Now he can't stand up
Sufferin’ a slow demise  this Death by Toto

As they sang  "It's gonna take a lot to drag us away from you   
There's nothing that a hundred men or more couldn't do"  

The Porcaro bros,  Paich and Lukather played better than he did
They had the the fame, the coke, the groupies, the Columbia records shtick 
But 6 months to write those lyrics man,
'Bout some Olympus Serengeti shit ??
He never saw it coming… that Death by Toto

They sang,It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
I'll get you my Pretties...and your little dog too

I bless the rains down in Africa                                                                
Like a hoodoo guru
I bless the rains down in Africa 
Them boys are coming for you
I bless the rains down in Africa
Scooby Dooby Doo

Like the Wizard of Oz and Dr Livingstone, I am a trope for you to find
Escape the soft rock savannah, run from Roseanna to the jungle of my mind
Reputation cheesed, hear my Kimball wheeze, still shower singing Hold The Line
Don't you feel it coming ... Death by  Death By Toto

I bless the rains down in Africa….. Hey I'm talking to you
I bless the rains down in Africa….. I've never been there it's true 
I bless the rains down in Africa…. It's Death by Toto for you
For me, for him, for her
It's Death by Toto for you
For me, for him, for them
It's Death by Toto for you.


lyrics Hand on the Rock/ D . Paich 
music Hand on the Rock





Death By Toto

A tribute to the great Ian Hunter and a nod and a wink to any geriatric rockers still going strong. Rock on Elders
8 Mott The Hoople Song titles in the lyrics
Dig it if y'all dare...

Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

Roll Away The Stone                                        
God is calling, he's on the phone
He's got a glambam plan, one last stand       
Before they take you home                              

Spotlight shines in your face
Hey you better put on a pair of Ian Hunter's shades
I Wish I Was Your Mother, wish I was your father
Never could put you in your place

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

Move your hips to the beat
Take a deep breath, unstick yourself from that seat
Shine a light through your pupil, of pure Mott the Hoople
To energise those ancient feet

Time to rise again
Like Lazarus, a comeback, this ain’t the end
You're one wild stiff, rockin all my riffs
Be careful how your body bends 

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor  mortis

All The Way From Memphis               
The Golden Age Of Rock N Roll     
Elvis and the Whizz Kids                
Ain’t no peace in the valley for the last patrol 
Drivin’ Sister, Jerkin’ Crocus
Help me When My Mind Is Gone
Do the shimmy shake, bring it into focus
Sing it loud this victory song

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

It's alive 
It's alive
It's alive 





Laughter

While sitting around.....

the last meal i ever had with my dad was fried chicken - inspired this song. please visit my bandcamp for downloads, cds & tshirts

Fried Chicken Blues

Eight Days A Week (Beatles Cover)

composed by Chihiro MATSUMOTO(JéT)
arranged,played, and sang by Chihiro Matsumoto(JéT)
This is a remake version of my song. Original one was my acoustic guitar & vocal. And I tried to make this song more enjoyable with some arrangement.
Thank you so much for all the listening and very nice encouraging words
YouTube   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DMMmL77H9k
Lyrics 
We’ve been wasting time
Struggle wastes your love
I feel (feeling) you fall on ground
Shadowy days fall on you
I’m so ,,, waiting for you…
I can’t keep my eyes off from you
And I hold old love
You must be beautiful for ever

We’ve been wasting time
Struggle wastes your love
Stay with me for now
Find your way so close
I’m so,,,waiting for you
I can’t keep my eyes off from you
When I  hold old love
You must be beautiful for ever
Oh　(the) life will be fine
I can believe in all your fate
You can feel it for now
A cloud is flow
(When)Open your eyes forward
I can’t tell you why
I’m so ,,,waiting for you
I can’t keep my eyes off from you
When I  hold old love
You must be beautiful for ever

Waiting For You

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



Go All The Way

Hand on the Rock

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