Hahaha j'imagine la petite sourie qui se ballade dans la foule et qui marche avec les gens , elle essaye peut être aussi de revendiquer quelques choses ! hahahaha j'adore beaucoup cette musique

Takes me back to Paris - lovely piece, Daniel!!

I like your jacket and your Jazz and Blues

My impression is that this composition is perhaps on the borderline between ragtime and jazz. This piano playing is dazzling, but you can also discover great things in the bass procession! The wind section are well written too! Nice work Daniel!

The signature of the piece is in 8/4, The tone is in D major
«Petit hommage humoristique aux gilets jaunes»!

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Ascension (Clip)

He is waiting still in darkness. A slight smell of lilies and lights of fireflies. He takes a deep breath and then looks ahead quietly...

Thank you.

Raison d'être

It is a good 20 years ago that the diagnosis "testicular cancer" broke into my life like a thunderbolt. For a long time I have been cured of it. Nevertheless the mental and physical scars remain; and the shock, that lingers in my body memory forever over the horrified cry of the young, compassionate doctor when she discovered the tumor in the ultrasound. Time heals many wounds but by no means all. But the time of 20 years gives me enough distance to find words and sounds for what happened in and with me in the first three days after the cancer diagnosis.  

Lyrics in English:

Could that have been it?

Just came from the ultrasound
Inside of me a dull thud 
Everything different

Wanted to have children 
Must now bow to fate:
Testicular cancer

Standing` totally beside me
I am like death, no feeling

Could that have been it?
I've only lived half a life
Wanted to give so much more

Why me? What sense?
Is there a reason?
That I am afflicted with cancer

Who threw this curse on me?

Just want to be alone
Dig myself in in the dark
Only want to sleep

A part of me screams: "Free!"
The agony of life is over 
I may die now

I'm so confused
I don't know what's going to happen to me

Could that have been it?
I've only lived half a life
Wanted to give so much more

Why me? What sense?
Is there a reason?
That I am afflicted with cancer

Who threw this curse on me?


Deutscher Originaltext:

Kanns´denn das schon gewesen sein?

Komm` grad` vom Ultraschall,
In mir ein dumpfer Knall 
Alles anders

Wollt` doch  noch Kinder zeugen 
Muß mich jetzt dem Schicksal beugen:
Hodenkrebs

Steh` total neben mir
Bin wie tod, kein Gespür

Kanns` denn das schon gewesen sein
Hab` nur halb gelebt
Wollt` noch soviel geben

Warum ich? Welcher Sinn?
Gibt´s nen Grund?
Das ich vom Krebs befallen bin

Wer warf mir diesen Fluch nur hin?

Will nur alleine sein,
Grab` mich im Dunkeln ein
Will nur schlafen

Ein Teil in mir schreit: „Frei!“
Die Lebensqual vorbei 
Ich darf jetzt sterben

Ich bin so verwirrt
Weiß nicht was aus mir wird

Kanns` denn das schon gewesen sein
Hab` nur halb gelebt
Wollt` noch soviel geben

Warum ich? Welcher Sinn?
Gibt´s nen Grund?
Das ich vom Krebs befallen bin

Wer warf mir diesen Fluch nur hin?

Kann`s denn das schon gewesen sein?

Kann`s Denn Das Schon Gewesen Sein? (Could That Have Been It?)

A long time ago, we created this song in collaboration with our friend Reverence. It was originally released on Bandcamp as part of Doc Torthis' album, Sounds For Sore Ears Vol. 1, the proceeds of which were meant to help him offset the costs of running his independent radio station, Dólfinngr Radio. Dólfinngr Radio is now gone, but the song lived on, thanks mostly to Eddie Shook kindly playing it on his biweekly show, Anything Goes. It's been through several revisions over the years, and we thought it might finally be time to put a version of it up on Soundcloud. So we took a couple takes, and started trying to teach ourselves some of the finer points of using a (somewhat?) legitimate DAW. 

Needless to say, today we discovered reverb. Whoa.

Hope you enjoy. Thanks for listening.

Echo (Narcissus)

Anna Sutyagina plays sad piano music by Kevin Jiang "Longing" op. 34 
This composition is based on the Chinese folk song with Swedish colors. 
https://musescore.com/colorsofsound1 you can find the sheet music here. 
Discover more about the composer http://movingclassics.tv/classicpeople/kevin-jiang/

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Sad piano music: Kevin Jiang -  Longing op. 34

UK Composer Alex Rimes wrote Etude in F Major in August 2020.  This is Premiere!
Etude in E Flat Major - the first in a set of 24 Neoclassical Etudes for the intermediate player - is a modern take on Bach. 
Alex about her work: "The subtitle of the piece is "Into the Rose-Garden"- a reference to T.S. Elliot's poem 'Burnt Norton'; I wrote this piece during a time of profound heartache, with Elliot's enigmatic words continually running through my mind: "footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage which we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose-garden". This piece is a contemplation of what might have been, if things had worked out differently. "


We are so pleased to announce that after several requests the sheet music for the Etude in E Flat is now available to buy as a PDF download from the website : https://www.alexrimes.com/ 

More information about Alex Rimes: 

https://movingclassics.tv/classicpeople/alex-rimes/

Alex Rimes - Etude In F Major

Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Lead Vocal, Lyrics and song by William Paterson
@w-paterson-1-1
Hammond C3 Organ by @tobbenv
backing vocal, keys, mix and production by conover
© 2020 Patersongs/Conover

CLEAN MY SOUL
Here she come again knocking at my window
Wont she let me be
Here she come again messing with my syici
Someone set me free

She's like the wind blowing through my secrets
She's like a fire burning up my past
Ahead we run straight into the future
Wonder when this hell will pass

Take my soul take me to the river
Take me down and wash me clean
Take my soul take me to the river
Take me down and was me clean

Here I go again guess I am over thinking
Need some time away
Here I go again the ship thats always sinking
Bail out time today

She's like the wind blowing through my secrets
Like a fire burning up my past
Ahead we run straight into the future
Wonder when this hell will pass

Take my soul take me to the river
Take me down and wash me clean
Take my soul take me to the river
Take me down and wash me clean

Here we go again moving round in circles
One step two step three
Here we go again we aint getting nowhere
All to blind to see

She's like the wind blowing through my secrets
Like a fire burning up my past
Ahead we run straight into the future
Wonder when this hell will pass

Take my soul take me to the river
Take me down and wash me clean
Take my soul take me to the river
Take me down and wash me clean

Clean My Soul (Patersongs & Conover)

Are your deep eyes dreaming?
... Feeling?
Are your wild dreams loving?
... Living?

Those eyes, that are talking tonight,
Stole my heart.
Those eyes, that are digging me right,
Conquered my mind.

And what I feel,
Is unreasonable;
Cause there are no reasons inside my soul,
That can beat my feelings,
That can shake my being.

But who knows if we are ready, oh ah
To let go, to let go, to let go, oh oh

Those eyes, that go deep inside,
Wondering why.
Those eyes, that are dancing tonight,
And for the first time.

And I'm not afraid, and I don't mind,
If they walk away from my sky
Ah ah ah aah aah
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Those eyes, that are talking tonight,
Stole my heart.
Those eyes, that are digging me right,
Conquered my mind.

Talking tonight
Loving inside...



What I felt
Was a breaking off.
All the reasons that had no soul,
All the frames of my brain.
All the lies in the nights.

Cause your deep eyes were light for a night,
And for the first time.

(Cause your deep eyes were light for a night)
Guide for a ride (And for the first time.)


(Light for a night)
Ride for a light (And for the first time)

(Talking tonight)
Light for a night (And for the first time)

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Lyrics, Vocals & Drums by @melakki
Bass Guitar, Synthesizers & Artwork by @boolapp-goro
Mix & Master by Björn (BLRStudios)
Recorded & published by 2:45

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Deep Eyes

I have written this song for all people and creatures who suffer from the increasing resurgence of right-wing populist and repressive political systems

Lyrics in English:

The murderers are still among us
They are further called "Hinz" and "Kunz"
Are completely anonymous and nameless

Arisen from the womb
Who unites them in hatred of foreigners

White as a sheet in their souls
The heritage makes them great again

The murder legacy is now starting:

They may vomit again
Insulting, groping, staring at women
Ripping Jews Kipas from their heads
Shitting on PoC their need

Lighting homeless people at night
Inventing the Holocaust as a lie

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

The language is diluted
It targets the lowest instinct
Pretends to be "The People"
Invades the angle of revenge of bitter souls

Arouses envy of those who are at the top
And those who are supposedly getting better
Until a legimitation is created for them:

To kick, to beat, to torture, to rush
To sharpen the weapons against the alleged invasion
To pillory those again who think differently 
To swell the national chicken breast
To set nasty traps for those who are declared vermin
To ennoble the betrayal
To gag the deviants dead 
To wriggle themselves superiority with the tail of the power demon

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Nie wieder!

Die Mörder sind noch immer unter uns
Sie heißen weiter "Hinz" und "Kunz"
Sind ganz gesicht- und namenlos

Entsprungen aus dem Mutterschoß
Der Sie vereint im Fremdenhaß

In ihrer Seele leichenblaß 
Macht sie das Erbe wieder groß

Das Mordvermächtnis legt jetzt los:

Sie dürfen wieder kotzen
Frauen beschimpfen, begrapschen, anglotzen
Juden Kipas niederreißen
Auf PoC ihre Notdurft scheißen
Obdachlose nachts anzünden
Den Holocaust als Lüge erfinden

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Die Sprache ist verdünnt
Zielt auf den niedersten Instinkt
Gibt vor "Das Volk" zu sein
Dringt in den Rachewinkel bitt‘rer Seelen ein

Schürt Neid auf jene, die da oben stehen
Und jene, denen es angeblich besser geht
Bis eine Legimitation für Sie entsteht:

Zu treten, zu schlagen, zu foltern, zu hetzen
Die Waffen gegen die vermeintliche Invasion zu wetzen
An den Pranger zu stellen 
Die nationale Hühnerbrust zu schwellen
Den zum Ungeziefer Erklärten fiese Fallen zu stellen
Den Verrat zu veredeln
Die Abweichler tot zu knebeln 
Sich mit dem Schwanz des Machtdämons Überlegenheit zuzuwedeln

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Nie wieder! - Never again!

Nie Wieder! - Never Again! (Lyrics in English in the Intro)

The first song Frank and I ever learned and performed together. Done as a gift to my buddy Dave. I can't remember if it was his birthday, or a New Year's present. Late Christmas? Who knows. But this was back before we had a SoundCloud, or a Facebook page, or anything even remotely resembling a DAW. Just us, in a room, with a chirping smoke detector. Hope you enjoy the very first HinTTrack.

Adaptation: Foo Fighters - Home

Q


Everything is political: the vests are yellow, the masks blue; suddenly I hesitate for the color of my shoes.

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