Name: BRUTAL w/ Georg Boehme by Frank DANA
Duration: 3 min 16 s
Description: Another great tenor solo from My mate Georg !!!

je ne m'attendais pas à ce type de thème sur une de tes chansons, c'est réussi et surpris je reste.

Well Brilliant track transported back to the 70's excellent

great driving beat and harsh heavy metal guitar intro....wonderful guitar and then sax solos..

YOUTUBE VIDEO ART
https://youtu.be/aAex9NHwqXg
https://chrisjunos.bandcamp.com/album/greek-drama

ABANDONED

I was happily surprised a couple  weeks ago with this one from my good friend Masa and my now new friend Khan.  I got the track and it had the super groovy synth bass and the percussion along with Khan’s magical vocal track.  I spent a few days filling in around it trying not to add too much but still wanting to paint the picture.  Masa and Khan are absolutely two of the kindest 
and most gracious souls out there.  I was honored they asked me to participate and am happy with how things landed.  Hope to create more with them in the future!


Title/  Sunday afternoon-ft Khan, Tot.&Tex Mex Shaman

words&vocals-Khan
(URL https://soundcloud.com/khan20233202)

drums, bass&keys-Tot.
(URL soundcloud.com/tot-beat )

guitar, effects  & final mix, mastered-tex Mex Shaman

Lyrics :
Sunday afternoon  

Sunny Paul went to the sea
Sunny posy laughing lady
People 
Asked him
How come you’re so happy?
I’ve no worries
Sunday afternoon
In the summer Sunday afternoon 
If you want to be stay happy 
Doubt your thought
Doubt your thought
Doubt your thought
Doubt your thought
You stay
 just be yourself
If you want to be stay happy 
You stay
 just be yourself


サニーポールは海へ行った
サニーポジーは笑い上戸のご婦人
みんなが聞く
なんでそんなに幸せなのさ
心配を持ってないんだ
日曜の午後
日曜の午後
夏の日の
君の考えを疑うんだ
君がしあわせでいたいなら
ただ自分自身でいるんだ

Sunday Afternoon - w/ Tot and Khan

After Party

"This song isn’t about performance... it’s about survival.
I live with autism, constant mental noise, and the pain of losing my ability to create with my hands. When the chaos inside becomes too much, the only peace I find is in music.
This track is how I process, how I breathe, how I stay.
If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed, unseen, or like you’re running from your own thoughts…
I made this for you too."
💙🎷💭 #NeurodivergentVoices #AutisticArtist #MusicAsMedicine

****Lyrics****

My brain’s not wired the way it should be,
It hums and flickers constantly.
Patterns flood me, sounds collide,
So I shape the storm I hold inside.
My dad saw the blueprints in my stare,
Let me build, let me breathe, let me repair.
Where others saw mess, I saw machines,
And he saw the music in my in-betweens.

I used to draw, to twist, to weld,
My hands could echo what my mind held.
And when the noise got too loud to bear,
I’d pick up my sax, and I was there.
No sheet music, just me and the sound,
Playing what I felt, not what I’d found.
I’d slip into songs like a second skin,
And the world would hush from deep within.

I don’t write songs to sing along,
I write when I’ve held it in too long.
It’s not for fame, or a radio track,
It’s to help my mind find its way back.
When I don’t write, I start to drown,
So I turn my overload into sound.

You see talent, I see weight,
Thoughts that crash and reverberate.
I hear harmony in the sound of fans,
Basslines in pipes, chords in hands.
Ideas claw at me when I try to sleep,
Rhythms that haunt instead of keep.
So I write not to create, but to release,
To bargain for just one hour of peace.

Some call me a genius, it makes me flinch,
There’s a thin line here, and it’s barely an inch.
Passed out at my desk more times than I know,
Because the noise won’t stop, and I can’t let go.
But your words hold me like steady hands,
You listen, you lift, and that still stands.
You don’t just like what I create,
You remind me I can still translate.

I don’t write songs to feel adored,
I write because I’m coming apart at the core.
It’s not performance, it’s not control,
It’s how I channel what’s stolen my soul.
So if you hear my work and feel seen,
Know I wrote it just to stay between.

There’s no off switch in my skull.
No quiet room. No empty hull.
But Music makes it breathable.
Makes it bearable.
Makes me visible.

I don’t write songs to entertain,
I write because they buffer the pain.
You think it’s talent, but it’s how I cope.
I turn the flood into fragile hope.
And if my music helped you sleep tonight…
Then maybe, I’ll sleep too.
Just for a while.
That’s enough.

I don’t sing.
I survive.
And this,
This is how I stay alive.

I Don’t Write Songs "I Survive”

Another great tenor solo from My mate Georg !!!

BRUTAL w/ Georg Boehme

Clown in the $treet

contemporary insanity

This is our latest song...

We also included a Music Visualizer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gayGD05Z5ss

Shadows danced on my night stand 
Fell asleep in nowhere land 
Showed up on Thursday night 
But I lost that gig to a tribute band 

Took the train down to the east side
Wore my shades just to hide my eyes
Those brownstone girls swirled in my head
And I drifted off and took the ride

And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street 
And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street 

Ran into Jane somewhere in between
She sells oils and wears too much green
She said, “rock's a scam and jazz is dead”
And then she kissed my cheek and split the scene

And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street
You play it straight 
You lose the beat
One more night on Ludlow Street

And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street

Ludlow Street (with Joliz)

最終電車がやってくる直前から通り過ぎるまでの短い間の出来事を歌ったラブソングです。

I'll post the Japanese lyrics first, followed by the English version, so that English speakers everywhere can understand them too!

歌詞
(Verse 1)
最終電車がもうすぐやってくる
君はうつむいたまま 何も話さないね
愛はもう十分に育っているはずさ
今日もまた駅でサヨナラっていうのは終わりにしたくて
他の言葉探している

(Verse 2)
最終電車が通り過ぎてゆく
君はうつむいたまま何処か楽しげに見える
愛はもう十分に育っていたんだね
いつもなら静かに話す君が少しはしゃいで
夏の風をそっと集めた

(Bridge)
通り過ぎた電車の音消えてゆく
二人だけのプラットフォーム
西から吹いた風が二人追い越して
夜のかなに憂いを連れ去った

(Verse 3)
最終電車が通り過ぎてしまった
”遠回りして帰ろう”君が悪戯に笑う
切なげな目をして君が頷く
街明かり消えた夜空とても綺麗で
君の影が僕に重なる

(Outro)
あれは...
ケフェウス　カシオペア　ペルセウス
夏の深夜に昇る秋
生きてる痛みさえ今夜の僕には爽やかだ


"Once the Last Train Passes" 

(Verse 1)
The last train is coming soon
You look down, not saying a word
Our love should be strong enough by now, I thought
I want to stop just saying "goodbye" at the station again today
I'm searching for different words

(Verse 2)
The last train is passing by
You look down, yet somehow you seem happy
So our love really had grown strong enough
You, who usually speak so quietly, are a little playful
And gently gathered the summer breeze

(Bridge)
The sound of the passing train fades away
A platform just for the two of us
A wind from the west rushes past
Carrying our sorrows away into the night

(Verse 3)
The last train has gone
"Let's take the long way home," you say with a mischievous smile
With wistful eyes, you nod
The city lights have vanished, and the night sky is so beautiful
Your shadow overlaps with mine

(Outro)
Those are...
Cepheus, Cassiopeia, Perseus
Autumn's constellations, rising in the deep summer night
Even the very pain of being alive, tonight, feels refreshing to me.


最終電車が通り過ぎたら

Flow Motion

Image: Charlygutmann
Chanson "Même planete" de Special Cecilia

Dans le même bateau By Zitou Itou & Cecilia Special

I'm a French composer based in Lyon 

My YT channel : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQqhqMJKGhKvj1V4Z6h8yNw

Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/frankdana34/?hl=fr

frankdana.bandcamp.com

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