If we pay attention to the shape of the rock, we see a hand. Very beautiful photography! This instrumental track feels the power of nature! Beautiful harmonies!

good composition - like the way you followed your won route

Luscious guitar tone!! Beautiful composition!

Maaan... This is so soothing, and melancholic... Thank you very much for brightening up my day :)

Texte Français et Google traduction

Ils sont près de l'enfer et trop loin de nos coeurs,
Que nos humbles prières ont une drôle d'odeur.
Toutes nos insuffisances, au fond des grands déserts,
Le manque de pitance qui leur fait la misère.
Les chefs du monde entier qui savent faire l'école,
En se laissant menés par les blanchis du col
Nous font de beaux discours, rabâchant des leçons,
Oubliant tous ces cours dans leurs récréations.

Mais la terre est ronde elle n'a pas de bout,
Elle veut que ce monde est à eux, comme à nous.
 
De tous ces pieux refrains, sous leurs mines tragiques,
Plus rien le lendemain, on connaît la musique.
Partager un pays, pour rendre des vies meilleures,
C'est une vue de l'esprit, sans en voir la couleur.
Que faudra-t'il attendre, rébellion ou menace?
Qu'on vienne un jour nous prendre, notre si chaude place.
Nos piteux grabataires, aux abris stratégiques,
Nous mettront dans la guerre, pour une question de fric.
 
Car la terre est ronde elle n'a pas de bout,
Elle veut que ce monde est à eux, comme à nous.
 
Un peuple se révolte, pas d'oubli de leçons,
Les colères se transportent, quand on ne dit que non.
Gardons bien en mémoire que des êtres humains,
Peuvent avoir la victoire, d'un pouvoir qui les tient.
 
Car la terre est ronde elle n'a pas de bout,
Elle veut que ce monde est à eux, comme à nous.

BUT EARTH IS ROUND

They are near hell and too far from our hearts,
May our humble prayers have a strange smell.
All our inadequacies, in the depths of the great deserts,
The lack of food that makes them misery.
The leaders of the whole world who know how to do school,
By being led by the whitening of the collar
We make nice speeches, rehearsing lessons,
Forgetting all these courses in their recess.

But the earth is round she has no end,
She wants this world to be theirs, as ours.

Of all these pious choruses, under their tragic mines,
Nothing else the next day, we know the music.
Share a country, to make lives better,
It is a sight of the mind, without seeing the color.
What will it take, rebellion or threat?
Come one day to take us, our hot place.
Our pitiful bedridden, in strategic shelters,
We will put in the war, for a question of money.

Because the earth is round it has no end,
She wants this world to be theirs, as ours.

A people revolts, not forgotten lessons,
Anger is transported when one says no.
Keep in mind that human beings,
Can have the victory of a power that holds them.

Because the earth is round it has no end,
She wants this world to be theirs, as ours.

LA TERRE EST RONDE (Naître du bon côté)

Texte Français et Google traduction

IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Pas connu à ce jour
Si je dois tout vous dire.
Des aventures j’ai eu
Comme tous et comme chacun,
Quelques unes vécues,
Mais sans de lendemain.

Les images qu’on se donne,
Les rêves qu’on se fait,
Quand on ne trouve personne
Se terminent en regrets.
On fait « sans » comme on dit
A pleurer dans un coin,
On parle avec l’ennui
Car c’est lui qui nous tient.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
N’est pas venu mon tour,
Etre aimé par désir.
Ce destin pas croisé
Est-ce que je l’ai voulu ?
Ou m’a-t-il échappé
Sans l’avoir aperçu !

Alors je pense à tout,
Je pleure dans mon silence.
Je vous regarde vous,
Un peu moi quand j’y pense.
Toutes ses mains qui se tiennent,
Ces baisers échangés,
Bien seul avec mes peines,
Je retourne à rêver.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Je meurs de jour en jour
Pas besoin de le dire.
Je m’accroche à l’espoir
Pour qu’on vienne me chercher,
Continuer à y croire
Pourra- t’il me sauver ?

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Mes « donner » sans retour
M’aiderons à mourir.
Car ces histoires d’amour
Qui ne m’ont pas trouvées,
Finiront bien un jour
Par me faire m’en aller.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

I MISS THE WORDS

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Not known to date
If I have to tell you everything.
Adventures I had
Like everyone, like everyone
Some lived,
But without tomorrow.

The images we give ourselves,
The dreams we have,
When we can not find anyone
End in regret.
We do "without" as we say
To cry in a corner,
We talk with boredom
Because it is he who holds us.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Did not come my turn,
To be loved by desire.
This destiny not crossed
Did I want it?
Or did he escape me
Without having seen it!

So I think of everything,
I cry in my silence.
I look at you,
A little me when I think about it.
All his hands standing,
These kissing exchanged,
Well alone with my sorrows,
I go back to dreaming.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
I die from day to day
No need to say it.
I cling to hope
To be picked up,
Continue to believe
Can he save me?

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
My "give" without return
Will help me to die.
Because these love stories
Who did not find me,
Will finish well one day
To make me go.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS (Le manque d'amour)

The second song with which I had the pleasure of making with the amazing Amanda Sanderson! 
soundcloud.com/phoebeelena.   We hope you enjoy and thank you very much for listening!

Amanda Sanderson: Vocals, lyrics, art work
Me: music, mixing

Lyrics:

How did it end this way?
So much pain on display.

So needless this distress, 
Despair and emptiness.

This cannot sustain, 
Whoever is to blame,
This is the end of the game.

How did it end this way? 
So much pain on display.

So needless this distress, 
Despair and emptiness.

This cannot sustain, 
Whoever is to blame,
This is the end of the game.

Got to rid my mind, 
Leave it all behind.

From darkness to light, 
Got to rid my mind, 
Darkness to light...

On Display (with Amanda Sanderson)

The Pass © Chris Wiggs 07.07.2019
Artwork © Chris Wiggs 08.07.2019
 
Thanks to Jeff Roberts and Bruce Conover for EQ assistance.

The Pass

Dubilicious

Words and Music by Stefan van Walsum
Gitarren, Bass, Drum programming and Vocals by Stefan van Walsum
Mix and Mastering by SvW at Nandis´s Cavern-Studio, Germany 
Copyright by Stefan van Walsum, 2020

SEI MUTIG! (Der Text) 
Durchgezechte Nacht mit verbogenen Gedanken.
Vernebelte Sicht durch Alkohol und Nikotin.
Aufgetaucht in einer Frühstückskneipe.
Irgendwo im Nirgendwo von Berlin.

Ich fühlte mich einsam und auch mies.
Nicht die geringste Spur von Liebe.
Was läuft hier nur falsch?

Fader Kaffee mit bitterem Geschmack.
Meine Blicke leer aber immer suchend.

Schräg gegenüber saß ein Mädchen.
Heller Teint und schwarzes Haar.
Ihr Blick traf mein Herz.
 
Was ist jetzt nur los?
Ist sie das große Los?
Im Hals `nen fetten Kloß!
Wie schaffe ich das bloß? 

Irritiert schaute ich zu Boden.
Ich wünschte sie käme rüber zu mir!
Kurz darauf blickte ich wieder auf - 
und sie stand ganz nah bei mir.

Und sie sagte:
komm sei mutig!
Zieh mich ganz fest an dich!
Hey, sei nicht so feige!
Glaube an dich und mich!
Verschließe nicht die Augen!
Schaue mich an, ich stehe vor dir.
Sei bitte mutig!
Küsse mich jetzt und hier!

Ich dachte:
komm sei mutig!
Ich zieh` sie ganz fest an mich!
Ey, ich bin nicht feige!
Ich glaube an sie und mich!
Verschließe nicht die Augen!
Schaue mich an, ich stehe vor dir.
Sei bitte mutig!
Küsse mich jetzt und hier! 
Küsse mich jetzt und hier!

Sei mutig!

Trout Fishing in America
	By David Husted
	16 MAY 2020
	
	V1a
	 I can't hit that  top………can't take it any longer
	 0.1% ……….not taking new members
	They say you got to give your life to me
	They say they'll help you dig your grave
	Still shucking that corn for da man who don't mourn you
	
	V1b
	What you gonna do when the world won't play?
	What you gonna do when we break those chains?
	What you gonna do when we're face to face
	See our blood, sweat and tears,……. maybe a little taste of
	Peace …………Love…….and some of that Amazing Grace
	
	Pre-ch
	Down for the count now, I really had to meet ya
	rolling on the ground without your power, without your millions
	Leaking out the pockets of the towered coward leaders
	Bribes, lies, recognize you ain't got nowhere to rise
	
	V1c
	I refused
	I will not be used
	Wont give my life away
	Gonna make my own plans
	Gonna pay my own way
	
	Ch
	But Today, Baby
	Wanna spend my life with you
	Cause I Love You
	
	{instrumental}
	
	I lay down but I ain't gonna sleep
	Cause I ain't gonna close my eyes
	I am the lion; I dream
	
	V2 {call and response}
	
	I refused
	{I Can't Hit that  top………can't take it any longer}
	I will Not Be Used
	{0.1 % ……….not taking new members}
	Wont Give My Life Away
	{They say you got to give your life to me}
	{They say they'll help you dig your grave}
	Gonna make my own Plans
	Gonna pay my own way
	{Bribes, lies, recognize you aint got nowhere to rise}
	
	Ch
	But Today, Baby
	Gonna spend my life with you
	What you gonna do when we're face to face, You'll See
	Our  blood, sweat and tears,……. maybe a little taste of
	Peace …………Love…….Amazing Grace
	
	Bridge
	Cracks; burning inside  of my baby grand
	Slap the keys like nutter-butter slippin-in the frying pan
	Cranking out the metaphors better than a Brautigan
	I hope he still out there "Trout Fishing in America"
	
	Outro
	
more detail on the song production process below for those who care to dig deeper:

I happened to surf across an article about Richard Brautigan. I found the story mildly interesting. The article's author was writing about a recent biography that had come out about Brautigan.  The  picture he painted of the man did not seem flattering.  In fact, he made him sound like a real misogynistic, drunken asshole which I am sure he very well may have been.  However, what caught my eye in his write-up was a reference to Brautigan's book called "Trout Fishing in America".  

I recall chuckling at the way the article's author stated Brautigan used the phrase "trout fishing" or "trout stream" in ways that made the reader double-take. Some of the book's cultural popularity was misleadingly due to that title's use in the more conventional sense. However, Brautigan would personify the phrase "trout fishing" onto people or places or things throughout the book. This was un-conventional for the time and trippy to me. It created a sort of ear-worm of magic on me during my own song development process. It was a needed hit of hippie, beat generation, creative juice just in the nick of time. The trout stream which had been simmering for close to a year was dusted off, revised and finally completed.  

This song may be about my ongoing discontent with the state of our world. It may be about my deep conviction that we can and will do better. It may be about my general state of happiness despite the world we live in. It may be about trout fishing in America.  

Thank You for sharing a moment with me. I appreciate your friendship as I continue to cobble my musical creations together one trout fish at a time. 

Here's to you with much gratitude. 

V/r

Dave

the nook

Trout Fishing in America

Randall buys a telescope. Night falls and he points it upward: he sees a giant eye, staring directly at him. The next morning he wakes up covered in eyes. He's unsettled.

I Am Still U (Parts I-II)

A Special collab with @november-love-680008043 
I am very proud and delighted that melissa sang this song Perfect in Italian, which distinguishes a professional.
The collaboration was fantastic and i
Also a big thank you to Bill with his saxophone part
Of course, thanks also to Will who also belongs to the group.
My high respect to everyone .. The collaboration was fantastic and I enjoyed it. The video will be produced in the near future ...
Vision and Composed by @delangio
Produced by @november-love-680008043 & @delangio
Recorded on lupuz Studio.it
Vocal by Melissa @november-love-680008043
Saxofon by Bill @november-love-680008043
Lyrics by @delangio from the Original by "Ricchi e Poveri"-Come Vorrei"1981
Enjoy and Dream
Saluti @delangio and @november-love-680008043

Come vorrei

How I Wish - November Sound Feat. Delangio/THE PANTHEON PROJECT

Halokinesis

made by recording bass while listening to https://soundcloud.com/mauri-konttinen/guitar-and-synth-jam-08082020  then recording to that bassline.

Oh Eight Oo!!

Just like writing songs.

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