Back to a baroque form, with as a guide a piano (which could have been a spruce), accompanied by a cello and a violin and perhaps cross JS Bach at the bend of the road.

Retour à une forme baroque, avec comme guide un piano (qui aurait pu être une épinette), accompagné d'un violoncelle et d'un violon et croiser peut-être JS Bach au détour du chemin.

volver a una forma barroca, con como guía un piano (que podría haber sido una abeto), acompañado de un violonchelo y un violín y tal vez cruzar JS Bach en el desvío del camino.

Sarabande Pour Trio, piano, violon et violoncelle (for piano, violin and cello)

Another Nightly Improv

The Californians II : San Jacinto

Back to something "cinematic", looking a little at John Williams...

Retour à quelque chose de "cinématographique", qui lorgne un peu vers John Williams...

Volver a algo "cinematográfico", que mira un poco hacia John Williams...

Our Great Times (Nos Temps Aimés)

Two Switches To Heaven

It’s Your Turn

There are clouds on the horizon that are now well understood
But we stick our heads deep in the sand instead of seeing like we should
So we swallow down the medicine that lets us sleep at night
Settle on some 9 to 5, and lose the fire that fuels the fight.

Oh, change won’t come with only hope
It’s not a secret; the time has come to carry your own load
It’s your turn

We build our castles on the hill and then we fill them all with stuff
And then we wonder what went wrong because the dream wasn’t enough.
Entitlement and greed become a plague across the land
From main street to wall street, a snowball to an avalanche

And so to fuel our future, we keep digging up our past
A solitary source is shaky, no telling how long it will last.
Surrender up our science, place addiction on the throne,
We bring strength to our foes, while we are weakening our home.

Oh, change won’t come with only hope
It’s not a secret; the time has come to carry your own load
It’s your turn

And our leader hides his gun behind his bible, 
But no one seems to notice ‘cause they’re crowning a new idol.
And it’s only on TV that we fight wars that aren’t ours
Then we’re honestly surprised by bridges burned and toppled towers

People looking at their neighbor only see the lines of tribe
Though they’re reading the same pages in the book that they subscribe 
to, And so we are united and divided by our faith,
So we keep all of our friends in little boxes, where it’s safe.

Oh, change won’t come with only hope
It’s not a secret; the time has come to carry your own load
It’s your turn

And now we are implored “to choose our better history…
To reject as false the choice between our safety and ideals”
Because greatness will never be a given in this world
It is our choices and our actions that will demonstrate our worth

Oh, change won’t come with only hope
It’s not a secret; the time has come to carry your own load
It’s your turn x3

Zanna; Vocals, Guitar, Assistant Engineer, Producer
Nate Dubé: Chief Engineer, Producer

Recorded and Mixed by Nate Dubé at Rear Window Studio in Brookline, MA.

© 2009 Small Medium Large Music


Zanna - It's Your Turn (Demo)

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Mixed and produced by Luuk Cox at ICP Studios in Brussels and Temple Studios in Malta. Mastered by Frank Arkwright at Abbey Road Studios in London.

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In His Presence
Composed & Produced by Brock Hewitt
from my new album "Searching for Heaven"

https://open.spotify.com/artist/1PWCCcjCmwzjYb48VWpGcm

https://music.apple.com/ca/artist/brock-hewitt-stories-in-sound/1227900382

Our Great Times (Nos Temps Aimés)

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