Marvelous!! Love the zany sounds and exuberant piano!!

What is the english version? Can we make france words work like on this song?

The lyrical wit of Randy Newman. Love it! The piano and trumpet are gorgeous.

Creative fun that's easy to enjoy. Gotta scat...Durge

Gotta love it; no mater what he's even saying ? LOVE IT  THAT VOICE MR. SMITH!

"Burn it" Yes!  A Pefect description of what he's doing !

Track Title: Calamity

Music: Kenny Dyer [ https://soundcloud.com/kenny_dyer ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982 ]

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"In the Bleak Midwinter" by English poet Christina Rossetti was first published in 1872. In 1906 Gustav Holst composed a setting to these verses now sung throughout the world. At this dark time in humanity it is our sincere hope that you will reflect upon these verses with us and ponder the hope and true meaning of Christmas.

Thank you dear Debbie, for your beautiful sensitive music and piano. 
Thank you for this very special journey in music, and in Christina Rossetti`s beautiful poetry.
Arrangement and piano: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
Vocal arrangements and voice: Oddrun Eikli
Studio work: Arne Hiorth
Cover design: Debra

Lyrics:
In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty —
Jesus Christ.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am? —
If I were a Shepherd
I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part, —
Yet what I can I give Him, —
Give my heart.

All verses (1872)

    In the bleak mid-winter
    Frosty wind made moan
    Earth stood hard as iron,
    Water like a stone;
    Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
    Snow on snow,
    In the bleak mid-winter
    Long ago.

    Our God, heaven cannot hold Him
    Nor earth sustain,
    Heaven and earth shall flee away
    When He comes to reign:
    In the bleak mid-winter
    A stable-place sufficed
    The Lord God Almighty —
    Jesus Christ.
    	

    Enough for Him, whom cherubim
    Worship night and day,
    A breastful of milk
    And a mangerful of hay;
    Enough for Him, whom Angels
    Fall down before,
    The ox and ass and camel
    Which adore.

    Angels and Archangels
    May have gathered there,
    Cherubim and seraphim
    Thronged the air;
    But only His Mother
    In her maiden bliss
    Worshipped the Beloved
    With a kiss.
    	

    What can I give Him,
    Poor as I am? —
    If I were a Shepherd
    I would bring a lamb;
    If I were a Wise Man
    I would do my part, —
    Yet what I can I give Him, —
    Give my heart.

In The Bleak Midwinter | Debra Buesking and Oddrun Eikli

Avec l'aimable autorisation de Suzy Delair (1917-2020) "avec mon tralala" du film Quai des Orfèvres.


IL ÉTAIT UNE FOIS
J’AVAIS LA FOI
JE CROYAIS EN LA LOI
EN DIEU EN MOI    
MAIS AVEC LE TEMPS VOILÀ
ET TOUT SON TRALALA       
BON DIEU J’AI PERDU LA FOI
JE SAIS PLUS OÙ JE VA
 
IL ÉTAIT UNE FOIS
JE DONNAIS DE LA VOIX OUAIS
JE CHANTAIS SOUS LES TOITS
POUR MON CHAT
MAIS AVEC LE TEMPS VOILÀ
FINIS LES TRALALAS
MON DIEU J’AI PERDU MA VOIE 
JE SAIS PLUS OÙ JE VA

IL ÉTAIT UNE FOIS
C’ÉTAIT LA JOIE
ON ÉTAIT DES BABAS
COOL HARE KRISHNA
MAIS DE CHARHYBDE EN SCYLLA
TOMBÉ DE HAUT EN BAS
DANS CE BRANLE-BAS DE COMBAT
JE SAIS PLUS OÙ JE VA

IL ÉTAIT UNE FOIS
J’AVAIS LE CHOIX
TREMOLOS ET TRALALAS
GUIDAIENT MES PAS
MAIS ENTRE ICI ET LÀ-BAS
OU SUIS-JE QUI LO SA
ET TOI A PART DROIT DEVANT TOI
TU SAIS PLUS OÙ TU VAS

TRALALA (Lyrics + note)

Written , composed, recorded,  played and mixed by myself F.P. (alias E.N.T.P.)
All rights are reserved.
Thanks to Ben Bateman for his quick and efficient work on mastering my song.

All I have is this moment

For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, just west of Austin in the heart of the Texas Hill Country.  The crowd wasn’t huge that night, but it was plenty raucous.  Needless to say, we brought the house down.  We always do.
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This song is both a lament for the current comedy-theater state of US politics & culture, and a satirical swipe at the actors involved..
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As the world knows, the US will become a tyrannical dictatorship at the end of 2024, should its citizens elect the candidate some call Le Bete Orange. Mr. Orange, besides making himself dictator for life, will put his political opponents in internment camps, invade Mexico, write a new constitution, and shutter all news organizations except Fox News. Oh yeah, and make Tucker Carlson his Vice President.

“A vote for (him) may mean the last election that you ever get to vote in.” — former Congresswoman Liz Cheney (R-Wyoming)

“He’s a terrifying orange man and if he’s elected he will likely grow to over 50 feet and rampage through the country” - The Babylon Bee

But the smart politicians, and their legal & media allies, have devised an ingenious scheme to save us from this looming catastrophe, and the world will watch it play out over the next year. The plan may be illegal & immoral, but hey, the cause is noble & just. The process has, in fact, already begun, and though our saviors feign seriousness, their excitement is quite apparent.  Hell, I'd say they’re downright giddy.

LYRICS
Finally bagged the prize,
Event commemorated with a photograph,
A delightful list of crimes,
Got ‘em prancin’ with the lawyers down the primrose path,
The scribes down in the court,
Breathlessly report,
With a glee they can’t contain,

Oh they’re giddy….

Giddy like the rats that swarm the sewage slag,
Giddy like the vultures, feasting on the rotted culture,
That has spawned them from its womb,
And they tell us all how grateful we should be,
Cause they’re doing it to save democracy.

Yeah all fortitude & grit,
Our protectors wouldn’t quit,
On this noble quest,
There would be no rest,
Staged sudden raids, drew dossiers,
Tried Russian links, threw kitchen sinks,
To cage the dreaded pest,
Damn the proper form,
They’ve snared Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,

And now they’re giddy…..

Giddy like the buzzards circling o’er their prey,
Giddy like the varmints, chewing on the hated target,
While the judges hold him still,
Giddy like the frantic hawks, flailing with their shrilly squawks,
The fear they just can’t kill,
Damn the coming storm,
Now they’ve booked Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,
Hey, the law may be applied unequally,
But it’s the only way to save democracy.

I beg you Lovely Lady, turn your head away,
Away from the shame, away from the pain,
America, America, how did we let it get this far?
We are your sons, what have we done?
What have we done……….

Ah but giddy doesn’t last, when the vengeance & the wrath,
Shred the piers that bear the load,
No it won’t be so hysterical, when even Heaven’s miracle,
Can’t keep our father’s code, 

Oh but decision day is nigh, & the beast is still alive,
And far too many still believe…..

So arrest the Monster!...show it on TV,
Silence him & anyone who won’t concede,
There’s no time for constitutionality,
When the mission is to save democracy.

Giddy (now with lyrics)

Garageband keyboard sounds
Yamaha Tenor Saxophone

New <insert choice of word>

Music  and all istruments By PAPLOVIANTE
Lyrics & Vocal: Janne Hennie

Thank you so much for the great music PAPLOVIANTE!  😊

Lyrics:

Has avoided you for a long time
Haven't called you or seen your face

Wonder why
You caused me so much pain?
Made me constantly in the rain...
You took the sun away from me
Created clouds
Dark and grey..

You made me beg
Crawl on my knees
In a place it was hard to be...

I was stuck in a cave
With the dark clouds 
Over my head...
On the way out i stumbled and fell
Got dirt and wounds all over me...

Ohh, I cut you loose
Managed to break free
Swept off the dirt
And licked my wounds

But i have scars
In my soul
Why did you cause so much pain in me?

Why?
Why?
Why?

Why   (Collab with PAPLOVIANTE and Friends)

'my love'
https://www.instagram.com/one.man.verity.show/reel/C4reGikusR2/

Times have been hard on you and I.
Our blinds have been drawn blocking out the sunshine.
Let's pull them up and let's see what we may find.
For I need your love, you'll always have mine.
My love. You're my love. 

I'm mesmerized by your beauty and your mind.
Still, after these years, I'm amazed that you're mine.
Especially after my mistakes and selfish times.
I must hold on to you for you are divine.

my love

Hey…. Snowing now, I went out to do a little snow shoveling and to check on an injured whitetail deer that was hiding along the fence line of my neighbor’s property yesterday. Looks like the deer waited until the cover of night to leave, and probably headed into the riparian brush along the creek down the road. I saw the deer yesterday, as I was outside. It had an injured front hoof, and was definitely limping. The deer was well camouflaged along the wooden fence and bedded down under some bushes. I laughed because the neighbor’s dog was none the wiser, as to the presence of the deer. I was hoping that deer would make it, and survive, as hiking in the spring, I have often found deer carcasses, picked clean by eagles, coyotes, magpies and others, as the winter took its toll on them. There have been plenty deer in the yard here all winter long. I usually shake the dried apples off the trees once a week, and they fall into the snow. Then it looks like an army came through, hoof prints everywhere and nary an apple to be found. Anyway, this song is about my childhood. A dark and cathartic song. A little rough around the edges too. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Lammbone's Album

What Did You Think Was Gonna Happen?

Written and Performed by Stefano Manotti

Arrangement and mixing: Giulio Carmassi (ex-Pat Metheny group)

Executive production and mastering: Paolo Schianchi and OmniaMusica Recording Studio


LYRICS

I have never touched you
But you're still here
Our lives are stuck
Words disappear
I have never kissed you
I never will
I see your picture
I Fall asleep

But you still guide me
Between the bars
You say “you are stronger
Than you think you are”

Your words are far away
We fly and fall like rain
My lover, I feel no pain
My lover, I see your name

And I’m so scared
To hear your voice
But I’m prepared
To leave this void
You understand
You see beyond
Why did it take you so long

But you still guide me
Between the bars
You say “you are stronger
Than you think you are”

Your words are far away
We fly and fall like rain
My lover, I feel no pain
My lover, I see your name

Fly and Fall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-XlzwWw4yc

A rough English translation
Huh!
Can you hear that?
A guy on a moped
Climbing the hill
To see his girlfriend
It does my head in

Always in first gear
Move it youngster
Put your exhaust pipe back on
Leave me alone
Ya breaking my ears
With that dam hum


Le Mec Sur La Pétrolette.

Ah ben dis donc
Ça... tu entends?
Le mec sur la pétrolette
Il monte la colline
Pour voir sa copine
Mais ça me donne mal à la tête

En première vitesse 
Roulez jeunesse
Remets le pot d’échappement
Fous-moi la paix
Tu me casses les oreilles
J’en ai marre d’entendre ta ronflette

Errrrrrrrmmmm
I think he’s on his way
Errrrrrmmmmm
Must love that girl, anyway
Squiddly deet dat doot doo dat
You know that where I’m at
Squiddly deet dat doot doo dat doot day

Ça… tu entends?
Poile au bidon 
C’est le mec sur la pétrolette

En première vitesse 
Roulez jeunesse
Remets le pot d’échappement
Fous-moi la paix
Tu me casses les oreilles
J’en ai marre d’entendre ta ronflette

Squiddly deet dat doot doo dat 
Doot doot dat, doot doot dat, doot  dat 
Doot doot dat, doot  squiddly do dat do day 
Errrrrrmmmmmmmmmm
Yeah, that’s all I got to say

Le Mec Sur La Pétrolette

Piano player, singer,  righteous upright bass & concatenator of disparate factors.

Le Mec Sur La Pétrolette

burn-it-smith

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