Thanks for the description! Set things up nicely!! Love it ! More of your songwriting prowess!! Bravo!!

wow that is a commitment to the role, was the movie about the possessed child? awesome track 🤩

yes thx..the devil is in the details...sorry couldn't resist

A really fine tribute. And your rough voice together with the topic gives this inocently meandering tune a very special atmosphere!

Fascinating story, great actress, surprising tribute. Bravo!

A fine tribute to a legend.  I must say I only know her from the exorcist, but that certainly is a timeless performance.  "Your mother knits socks that smell..."  only it wasn't that, haha.  This is great, RIP Mercedes!

J-Warm Sprockets

When the railway runs along the coast, right beside the sea, there are many tunnels. Sometimes they’re so narrow that two tracks must draw near to one another to pass through. That’s how a strange love story begins between them.
This is a song I wrote around the year 2000, one of my last. I think it has a good mood. I’ve remixed and partially rearranged it.
You can still hear the warm tone of the Washburn, along with the old Yamaha’s sounds (including the flute). The sax — reworked by me  — is kindly provided by Dropgun Samples.
Still, as always, everything is very handcrafted.

Below is the English translation of the lyrics.

They converged at the tunnel’s mouth,
suddenly parallel —
twins of the railway.
They looked at each other, studied each other,
just enough
to not quite grasp
how much the one beside you knows of you.
They hesitated, thinking of the road behind:
companions in adventure,
but now unsure why.
And then they stared at the night gaping inside the tunnel:
a magnificent promise
to be traveled on the thread of fantasy.

“Inside this darkness, maybe we will never part,
under this shadow, maybe you’ll finally know me,
after this night, who knows where you’ll fall asleep —
perhaps closer to the sea…”

They parted at the tunnel’s edge,
but a narrow wall concealed a silence
charged with jealousy,
shaped like fear — fear of that strange kind of courtesy,
fear of the light,
fear of the end of the tunnel.
“Parallel track,
mirror born of the railway,
traitorous twin,
lover made of parody.
Don’t tell me that
after this darkness we’ll never part,
that under this shadow you’ll finally touch me,
that after this night, who knows where you’ll take me —
perhaps down by the sea…”

And at the end of that masterpiece of engineering,
only one of them
came rushing out of the tunnel;
on instinct, he turned and saw
that the sea was beside him,
and under the sea, the sky,
and beneath the sky — who knows what lies...

“After this darkness, surely we will never part,
inside this shadow, surely you’ll let go,
after this night, I cannot say where you’ll fall asleep —
perhaps closer to the sea…”

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Confluirono all'ingresso della galleria
improvvisamente paralleli 
gemelli della ferrovia.
Si guardarono, si studiarono quel tanto che
non basta a misurare sino in fondo
quello che hai di fianco cosa sa di te.
Indugiarono, pensarono alla strada dietro di sé:
compagni di avventura,
ma ora non capivano perché.
E poi guardarono la notte spalancata nella galleria:
magnifica promessa
da viaggiare sul filo della fantasia

"dentro questo buio forse noi non ci separeremo mai,
sotto questo scuro tu finalmente mi conoscerai,
dopo questa notte poi non so dire dove ti addormenterai,
forse più vicino al mare ..."

Si congedarono sulla bocca della galleria,
ma parete stretta nasconde silenzio
fatto a carica di gelosia,
fatto a forma di paura di quella stranissima cortesia,
paura della luce
paura della fine della galleria.
"Binario parallelo,
specchio generato dalla ferrovia,
gemello traditore,
amante da parodia.
Non dirmi che 
dopo questo buio noi non ci separaremo mai,
che sotto questo scuro tu finalmente mi toccherai,
che dopo questa notte poi chissà dove mi accompagnerai,
forse giù vicino al mare ..."

E alla fine di quel capolavoro di ingegneria,
di loro uno solo
usciva di corsa dalla galleria;
d'istinto si voltò e vide che
c'era il mare di fianco a sé,
e sotto il mare il cielo,
e sotto il cielo chissa cosa c'è ...

"dopo questo buio certo noi non ci separeremo mai,
dentro questo scuro tu sicuramente ti abbandonerai,
dopo questa notte poi non so dire dove ti addormenterai,
forse più vicino al mare ..."

----

Composed by Michele Ansani (1999)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, May 16

Down by the sea [Viaggio di nozze] *

Thanks to Carl @TheBeautifulDark for inviting me to work with him in creating this version of an already beautiful song 🙏✨💖

Listen to the original here
 https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark/the-moment

Find your frozen flower. This flower appreciates it's time left way more then most human beings do. It makes itself as beautiful as it can to hold onto its niche and attract other niches of life to help it. It's doing everything in its power to weather the cold and for us it can represent what humanity needs to do. We are a frozen flower except we have the ability to thaw ourselves and expand our own existence yet we choose to mostly stay frozen. Maybe we should thaw ourselves out before the planet melts us altogether. We thaw ourselves living in the moment one human at a time

Lyrics

(We genuinely hope they make your moment better. The fact that this has your senses now is improving ours so 🔆 thanks a centillion 🔆)

Now they say
This is me!
To the moment I pray
It's my only deity

To the moment

But what of tomorrow?
What of yesterday's marrow?
I figure my past has future answers to borrow!

To the moment
To the moment

But now they are answers
Brought to present in solution
Taught to oneself,
Fear is mind pollution
Chemicals in brain figured, not dithered
It ejects us from our now
In fear our energy is withered

The moment
The moment
The moment
The moment
For the moment
The moment
Just the moment

Lament the moment
It's your sanity enrolment
Fear is relegated
As it's never an opponent
Lament the moment
Now, in today

Fear mind profanity of old self
We've sent presence to present... hold it
In now, fud can't even get a shelf

We're in a moment
Be the moment

Now I say
I am me
To the moment I pray
One singularity

One moment
Now
Here
How
Water clear
Light
Sound
Now

It's near
Come over here
Comb over fear
Love is presence
Wow

The Moment

Taken from the 'Beyond the Veiled Horizon' series of tracks

soundcloud.com/mrbouzouki/sets/beyond-the-veiled-horizon-series
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This track is is part of an ongoing SoundCloud collaboration with accomplished keyboard player and Prog Rock enthusiast Dave Zeitlin.

Be sure to check out more of his music here :- @dee-zee

Ever since hearing the Armenian Duduk (a double reed instrument) in Narnia and Dune, I've wanted to include it in one of my pieces. This project with Dave gave me a perfect time for a slower piece of music set around a night at an oasis. We didn't want it to be just that, so we did decide to add in a dance section too in the middle of the piece. 

I had the idea of a traveller arriving at an oasis as the sun falls and pouring himself a cup of water.  Then after watching a dance there is the sound of two cups being filled and a female laugh, once again to the sultry sound of the Duduk and Strings. 

It is Ethno Prog though, so Dave got to work creating synthesiser parts as part of the dance section. I added in various rhythmic elements including Darbuka, Riq, Cymbals, Clapping and a Vocal part. I wanted to keep an eastern feel so I decided to use the Oud to add quasi bass guitar lines to the dance section of the piece. 

I feel all the disparate elements came together very well in the end and it drops the listener into the moment. 

Instrumentation

Intro Synth - Dee Zee
Arpeggio Synth - Dee Zee
Main Solo Synth - Dee Zee
Echo Lead Synth - Dee Zee

Pouring Water FX - MrBouzouki
Female Laugh FX - MrBouzouki
Bell Tree - MrBouzouki
Low Pedal (Smart Spheres) - MrBouzouki
Duduk - MrBouzouki
VSL Appassionata Violins - MrBouzouki
Full of Feeling Strings - MrBouzouki
EE Rhythm - MrBouzouki
Darbuka - Percussion - MrBouzouki
Cymbals - Percussion - MrBouzouki
Rik - Percussion - MrBouzouki
Clapping - MrBouzouki
Vox FX - MrBouzouki
Tam Tam - Percussion - MrBouzouki
Con Sordino Strings - MrBouzouki

A Night at the Oasis - in collaboration with D Zeitlin

this song is a tribute to Mercedes McCambridge, a mighty fine actress ( 1949 Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress All The King's Men) who in 1973 played the voice of the Demon in William Friedkin's The Exorcist...
She prepared for her vocal performances by chainsmoking, drinking whiskey and eating raw eggs. She had herself strapped to a chair while speaking her lines...
Talk about suffering for your art
Back in the day the movie caused hysteria with many audience members fainting and running out of the theatre. ..1973 was a different time for sure.....
i present the usual mishmash with a couple clips from the movie and an interview with a scared movie goer at the break
Thanks for the nightmares, Ms. McCambridge 

Mercedes McCambridge

Mercedes McCambridge, she’s talking to me  
The devil incarnate, filthy vocabulary               
I learned some new words 
When I was a kid 
Back in 73     

Mercedes McCambridge, she was needing  the work
From Academy winner to world's biggest sinner,
made the crowd go berserk
They dubbed out Miss Blair, put her in there,
In that bedroom, she lurks

The power of Christ compels you             
It compels me to sing                                   
About demons, about another time            
When the Exorcist was a thing                  
Strapped to a chair, living on cigarettes    
Raw eggs and malt whiskey                     
Mercedes moaned her message             
Scared the bejesus out of me                   

Mercedes McCambridge, all dressed in black
She’s still in my closet, under the table
She’s hiding out back
When I go to sleep, she shadow speaks
Her salacious  soundtrack

The power of Christ compels you
It compels me to be
Writing songs about her vicious voice
It's melded to my memory
Her fearsome groans from another time
Words we don't want Mom to know
Mercedes was committed 
No minors were permitted
We trembled, shook and shitted
At her foul-mouthed movie show

Mercedes McCambridge

Facing it all

🤍🎶Cette chanson que j’ai écrite à partir du livre « Mon zèbre s’est tué » écrit par Hélène Decherf-Défossez, un texte clamé à plusieurs voix lors d’un salon littéraire, qui ne pouvait pas rester dans un tiroir.✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ J’ai voulu lui donné une autre dimension en composant une musique à partir de la voix de Nina pour renforcer le dialogue entre une mère et un fils.⋆｡°✩ Le dernier tableau est la vie qui s'en va...
🤍🎶This song was inspired by the book "Mon zèbre s’est tué" by Hélène Decherf-Défossez. Originally performed as a spoken word piece by multiple voices at a literary event, it was a text that couldn’t stay in a drawer.✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I wanted to give it a new dimension by composing music around Nina’s voice, to deepen the dialogue between a mother and her son. ⋆｡°✩The last scene is life fading out…
Mon Zèbre © 2025 par 6Carfeli6 est sous licence CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
Date de publication : 28 mai 2025
Texte : 
[Verse 1]
J’aurais aimé te le dire encore,
Te prendre un instant dans mes bras,
Te voir viser un nouveau record,
Et rire un peu, comme autrefois.
Tu partais léger, globe-trotteur,
Les capitales au bout des doigts,
Chaque instant vécu à toute heure,
Ivresse de vivre, pleine de joie.
[Verse 2]
Pendant ce temps, je tenais mon rôle,
À éveiller, former, tendre la main.
C’est dur parfois, quand la foule s’affole,
De rester humain, de garder le lien.
Tant se perdent dans des malentendus,
Des mots trop lourds ou mal lancés.
Moi non plus, je n’en suis pas exclue,
Combien d’amitiés sont effacées…
[Chorus 1]
La vie parfois ne tient qu’à un fil,
Par confiance ou bien par insouciance,
On prend la route, désir subtile,
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse. 
[Verse 3]
Je m’évade souvent quand je pense à toi,
À tes silences, à ton monde sans nouvelles.
J’invente des routes, des éclats de joie,
Des souvenirs posés comme des aquarelles.
Parfois j’espère, un peu candide,
Que tu penses à moi, quelque part.
Dans un miroir, un soir limpide,
L’écho discret de ce qu’on partage. 
[Verse 4]
J’ai compris que tu es à Lisbonne ! 
J’aurais parié sur Barcelone.
J’te jure, mon cœur s’est un peu serré,
Trop de silence, trop de temps passés…
Tu m’as dit rendez vous, samedi 
Tu passes avant voir ta chérie.
T’as juste une chose à faire, une dinguerie,
Et pour tes vingt ans, ce sera la folie ! 
[Chorus 2]
At times, life hangs on just one thread,
In trust too deep, or light mischance,
We walk a path where dreams have bled,
Then slip away, lost in the dance. 
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse. 
[Outro]
La vie est un risque, c’est aussi ce qui la rend belle,
Chaque instant partagé cache une fragilité.
On cherche à briller, à faire des étincelles,
Portés par le vent, parfois sur le fil.
On avance, guidés par nos propres éclats,
À vouloir tout vivre, tout comprendre ici-bas.
Et c’est peut-être là, tout à la limite du vertige,
Qu’on se demande soudain : qu’est-ce qui nous dirige ?
[Chorus 1]
La vie parfois ne tient qu’à un fil,
Par confiance ou bien par insouciance,
On prend la route, désir subtile,
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse. 
[Chorus 2]
At times, life hangs on just one thread,
In trust too deep, or light mischance,
We walk a path where dreams have bled,
Then slip away, lost in the dance. 
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse.

Mon Zèbre

Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – acoustic guitar, composition, production, and mix
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – Warwick four string fretless bass
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- piano and lead synth

This is one of the earlier, more stripped down version of this song that’s found on my other colleauges’ Soundcloud pages\.
This song started as many of our best do, with Chris coming up with it on his acoustic guitar. He shared it with the rest of us shortly after, and we were all very excited to tuck into it.

Ken was fist at the trough for this one, adding his jazzy, expressive drums. Josh came in as soon as he had a beat to work with, adding his signature fretless bass to the mix. Not long after that, JJ broke out the hauntingly melodic piano and Shine On You Crazy Diamond timbred synth you hear throughout.

This song is an example of Eclectic Collective coming together to bring another one of Chris' brilliant songs to life. You should check out his new albums on Spotify, which you can find by clicking the link next to his name in the credits.


Better Not Say ***Stripped Down Version*** (The Eclectic Collective)

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025).
Saxophone and female vocals (reworked) are courtesy by Daze of Nostalgia and Cinematic Vocals.
Cover picture: René Magritte, The Art of Conversation (1963).

Posted on SoundCloud:  2025 June 1.

Talking about our lifetime

The first version of this in 2005 was a reaction to nationalism as exhibited via plane hijackings. This time the US border politics triggered a rewrite with a different chord structure and words. Just acoustic guitar and bass: back to basics!

INTERNATIONAL NATIONALITY 2025

I woke up to face the day Acapulco Hilton
I knew I had to catch a train to the USA
I should be excited but I know I’m not
I’m feeling all the fears that America’s got 

There are borders and a national guard
There are people who are living so hard
I think it’s time to make us all the same
An international nationality

Out of the xray beam to the border gate
Who’s got a false passport are they here today?
I’m looking around for a sweaty brow
Has the guard gotta grudge and a sacred cow?

Let’s get something underway
Take away the borders of today
I think it’s time to make us all the same
An international nationality

Free them . . . and you’ll be halfway human
The children . . . let them be in arms tomorrow

I’m looking out through the glass at the other’s world
Seeing them through the fence where they’re all being held
Who’s that getting up and walking around
Are we just gonna leave without making a sound?

International Nationality 2025

insecurities

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



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