Paroles

Ouais c'est samedi soir 
On va sortir  de nos campagnes 
On irait bien au greasy spoon 
Sans qu'on nous dise cassez pas les couilles.
On a lavé nos bagnoles et nos pompes.
Cheveux ultra brillants et jeans serrés.
Que vouloir de plus.
Si vous ne voulez pas de nous on vous cassera la gueule sur le comptoir.
Ouais. ouais 

C'est toujours comme ça au greasy spoon 
C'est toujours comme ça 
C'est toujours comme ça au greasy spoon 
C'est toujours comme ça 

C'est toujours ouvert pour les pouilleux 
C'est toujours là où vont les craignos 
C'est toujours ouvert pour les teigneux 
C'est toujours là où vont les crados 
C'est le rendez-vous des raclos 
 Seul endroit où tu vois tes potos 
C'est toujours ouvert c'est comme un bistrot 
C'est toujours ouvert.
C'est toujours ouvert.
Ça se passe comme ça au greasy spoon
Ça se passe comme ça.
J'suis encore défoncé au greasy spoon 
Et c'est comme ça.

Greasy Spoon

Au greasy spoon

Au Greasy Spoon

Missing people I didn't know at all
They didn't touch me in a meaningful way
But just the fact that I existed for them
Brought some light to my day

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The mix on this track was reworked by John Bennetts in June 2023. John also played the drums in this version.

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Verse 1:
Streets wind their way through places I called home
I didn't give them a second thought as I walked those streets alone
I'd register what and who I saw everywhere I'd go
If anyone ever noticed me I'd swear I didn't know

Verse 2:
For the longest time I couldn't tell what it was that seemed so strange
Something seemed to be missing but I didn't know what had changed
As years go by I'm becoming more invisible day by day
Losing a bit of who I was while I slowly fade away

Chorus:
Missing people I didn’t know at all
They didn't touch me in a meaningful way
But just the fact that I existed for them
Brought some light to my day

Verse 3:
It's like someone has left that I didn't even know was there
Maybe I pretended not to notice now I pretend not to care
The city streets are smaller now Something made them contract
Life's a little bit emptier since they stopped looking back

Chorus:
Missing people I didn’t know at all
They didn't touch me in a meaningful way
But just the fact that I existed for them
Brought some light to my day

Missing People

The Hippie - Letter to my Little Girl 2023-02-24 00_36.m4a

An album of six songs based on the concept of atonal progressive music. Its alternative sounds bring to life a mix of avant-garde music and an electronic texture enriched with concrete sound elements.

Persona

Original English version https://soundcloud.com/ivanobersiniorapoesie/minuet-50

Cover-art by a friend.

LYRICS
Translated to Spanish by : Stephanie Rodriguez Marin https://it.fiverr.com/stephanie_music/
Originally created  by Ivano Bersini 


Minuet 5.0
Los niños
Gritan en la oscuridad

Los niños
Rezan bajo el sol

Los niños
Enseñan el camino

Los niños
Blancos de la oscuridad

Los niños
En riesgo de aislamiento

Los niños
Sin una palabra

En sus ojos 
La humanidad esta pintada
En sus ojos 
Encuentras el reflejo
De una imagen autentica
Una imagen clara del creador
En sus ojos
La vida pura fluye
El sol de un cielo claro, fluye
Antes de la tecnologia
Contaminado y escondido.

Los niños
Gritan en la oscuridad

Los niños
Rezan bajo el sol

Los niños
Enseñan el camino

Los niños
Blancos de la oscuridad

Los niños
En riesgo de aislamiento

Los niños
Sin una palabra

Minuet 5.0

Minuet 5.0 (Spanish)

ZØNE

Put Your Faith In Me

I'll wind up missin' you

“Dusty Wheels” is a stone-cold country two-step built for boot-scootin’ across cracked asphalt and sawdust bars alike.
From the very first crackle of that AM radio and the pop of gravel under tires, the song locks into a loping, pocket-perfect groove that makes your right foot start moving whether you’re behind the wheel or on the dance floor. It’s all quick-quick, slow-slow down a moonlit backroad: dusty boots on the dash, windows down, and the highway itself calling the steps.
The chorus kicks wide open like the doors of a Texas dancehall at midnight—inviting every lonely heart to grab the night air as a partner and spin until the tank’s empty or the sun comes up, whichever comes first. No polished hardwood required; just a pickup bed, a little courage, and the kind of love that only feels right at 75 mph with the wind doing the leading.
Turn it up loud, hit the blacktop (or the bar floor), and let these dusty wheels carry you. This one’s for every cowboy and cowgirl who’d rather two-step with the horizon than stand still.

Dusty Wheels

Dancing All Through The Night

Scapegoat

Hop to Honolulu

Hop To Honolulu

I write songs.  I'm not a performer any more than I need to be to have my songs heard once in a while. I hope that better musicians than I encounter my songs and decide to play them.  I just write songs to have them exist in the world. If the world likes them then the world can do with them what it will.  All these recordings are demos.  I've tried to make them as musically interesting as I can but they are all awaiting the skilled hand of someone who knows how to make songs shine.

Missing People

Daniel Weinstein