Hands

A lively little song , hope you like it ! In 7 days time I'm releasing another Country Rock track , this one song a week is knackering ! Still , it keeps me out of trouble .
Thank you so much for listening !

Last Time

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
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Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
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Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

"Genova per noi" is a song written by Paolo Conte in 1975, and first performed by Bruno Lauzi.
It's a dedication to the city of Genoa, the song describes the impressions of Piedmontese who go to Genoa, that is, the relationships of race, attitude and temperament between neighbours in the region.

It's also strikingly reminiscent of this Welsh country bumpkin's impressions of the "big city".

The guitar was played by my son Gideon. We hope you'll enjoy!

Lyrics

Con quella faccia un po' così
Quell'espressione un po' così
Che abbiamo noi prima di andare a Genova
Che ben sicuri mai non siamo
Che quel posto dove andiamo
Non c'inghiotte e non torniamo più

Eppur parenti siamo un po'
Di quella gente che c'è lì
Che in fondo in fondo è come noi, selvatica
Ma che paura ci fa quel mare scuro
Che si muove anche di notte e non sta fermo mai

Genova per noi
Che stiamo in fondo alla campagna
E abbiamo il sole in piazza rare volte
E il resto è pioggia che ci bagna
Genova, dicevo, è un'idea come un'altra

Ma quella faccia un po' così
Quell'espressione un po' così
Che abbiamo noi mentre guardiamo Genova
Ed ogni volta l'annusiamo
E circospetti ci muoviamo
Un po' randagi ci sentiamo noi

Macaia, scimmia di luce e di follia
Foschia, pesci, Africa, sonno, nausea, fantasia
E intanto, nell'ombra dei loro armadi
Tengono lini e vecchie lavande
Lasciaci tornare ai nostri temporali
Genova ha i giorni tutti uguali

In un'immobile campagna
Con la pioggia che ci bagna
E i gamberoni rossi sono un sogno
E il sole è un lampo giallo al parabrise

Con quella faccia un po' così
Quell'espressione un po' così
Che abbiamo noi che abbiamo visto Genova
Che ben sicuri mai non siamo
Che quel posto dove andiamo
Non c'inghiotte e non torniamo più

English

With that face a bit like that
That expression is a bit like that
Which we have before going to Genoa
That we are never very sure
That's where we go
It doesn't swallow us up and we never come back

Yet we are somewhat relatives
Of those people there
Who deep down is like us, wild
But how scary that dark sea makes us
Which also moves at night and never stays still

Genoa for us
That we are at the bottom of the countryside
And we rarely have the sun in the square
And the rest is rain that soaks us
Genoa, I was saying, is an idea like any other

But that face is a bit like that
That expression is a bit like that
Which we have while we look at Genoa
And every time we smell it
And we move cautiously
We feel a little stray

Macaia, monkey of light and madness
Mist, fish, Africa, sleep, nausea, fantasy
And meanwhile, in the shadows of their closets
They keep linens and old lavender
Let us return to our storms
Genoa has all the same days

In a countryside property
With the rain that drenches us
And the red prawns are a dream
And the sun is a yellow flash at the parabrise

With that face a bit like that
That expression is a bit like that
Which we have who have seen Genoa
That we are never very sure
That's where we go
It doesn't swallow us up and we never come back

Genova Per Noi (Paolo Conte / Bruno Lauzi Cover - Giddy & Rob Jam)

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DAGDA (feat. ToNi FaTu)

Original music by: FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin musician composer, maker of mood , photo from the window of the music studio last autumn 2023 in the morning.

FUSION LATIN JAZZ

Capriccio in Em
With Notion 6 and Logic Pro
All with Vienna Symphonic Libraries

Capriccio en Mi mineur

'losing control'
https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3y0xhZu_Ko/?igsh=OXlwdDF2ZngzMGxv

Painter: art

Will I hold you in my arms again,
as a lover, not a friend?
Can I keep control 'til then,
even if until my end?

But I can't and I won't, my love.

I'm losing control.

I'm goin' to explooooooooooooode.

losing control

https://soundcloud.com/sonido-reflexivo/i-remember-you This is the original track by Midisound https://soundcloud.com/sonido-reflexivo
Pls visit, to read the story, how he created this track ! I'm glad that he kindly sent his track to me after removing the headline melody, so here it is with my tenor sax ... :-)

I Remember You / Midisound featuring joerxworx on sax

Music : Janne Hennie & PJ Project
Vocal & lyrics : Janne Hennie

Lyrics:

You tighten your grip that you have on me
Iam so scared
Baby , why can't you see
That you got me exactly where you want..
When you say you're leaving
I beg you Please baby, don't!

If you tell me to jump
I will only ask: how high?
with no other questions
I will never ask you why
Please don't leave me, baby
I do anything for you
As long as you don't leave me here
Baby, what can i do?

You can take all my money
Spend it your way
You can take whatever you want
As long as you stay..
You don't have to love me
Or tell me that you do
You can do what the hell you want
As long as i have you!

If you tell me to jump
I will only ask: how high?
With no other questions
I will never ask you why
Please don't leave me , baby
I do anything for you
As long as you don't leave me here
Baby, what can i do?

If you tell me to jump
I will only ask: how high?
With no other questions
I will never ask you why
Please don't leave me, baby
I do anything for you
As long as you don't leave me here
Baby, what can i do?

Desperat Love W/ Janne Hennie

George Clementi wrote the lyrics and sings this love ballad. The music is written and produced by Dave Heffner in the classic Sinatra-era style with formal song structure and a big chorus. Jan and Dave Heffner sing backup vocals.
LYRICS
INTRODUCTION
Since Adam and Eve,
We all know that love can be a gamble.
No guarantee of how it will be. 
No guarantees at all.

VERSE 1
I like your smile. You have a great style.
A dance would be great. I’m willing to wait.

PRE-CHORUS 1
I may be reaching for the sky.
The odds look good for you and I.
When I wish upon a star,
I close my eyes and there you are.

CHORUS 1
Just take a chance. We could have it all.
Give me one dance. We might have a ball.
Take my hand and dance with me
And we might fall in love.

VERSE 2
Your voice is so sweet,
I can hardly eat.
I’m no Fred Astaire,
But I don’t care.

PRE-CHORUS 2
I may be reaching for the sky.
The odds look good for you and I.
When I wish upon a star,
I close my eyes and there you are.

CHORUS 2
Just take a chance. We could have it all.
Give me one dance. We might have a ball.
Take my hand and dance with me
And we might fall in love.

INSTRUMENTAL

PRE-CHORUS 3
I may be reaching for the sky.
The odds look good for you and I.
When I wish upon a star,
I close my eyes and there you are.

CHORUS 3
Just take a chance. We could have it all.
Give me one dance. We might have a ball.
Take my hand and dance with me
And we might fall in love.
Fall in love. Fall in love.

DAVEHEFFNER.COM

Take A Chance (ft. George Clementi - vocals)

Colorado Songwriter, Electronic Musician, Producer. ASCAP member. Ballads, Dance, Rock, Electronica, Jazz, Hip Hop, with a mix of everything else. All original compositions with live artists on most tracks. Piano study began at 5 years old, continued through university study and incorporated with electronic music since the introduction of MIDI. Have taught, consulted and composed electronic music. Primary platform is Pro Tools, with which I also do training and consulting. Open to collaboration. More information at my website.