Name: Lothlorien Instrumental by David Cartmel
Duration: 1 min 37 s
Description: My tribute to ENYA - just a little tune I like !

A sweet musical thought and sweetly played.

A beatiful theme giving a emotional basis.

Sagan discusses the story of the Heike crab and artificial selection of crabs resembling samurai warriors, as an opening into a larger discussion of evolution through natural selection (and the pitfalls of intelligent design). Among the topics are the development of life on the Cosmic Calendar and the Cambrian explosion; the function of DNA in growth; genetic replication, repairs, and mutation; the common biochemistry of terrestrial organisms; the creation of the molecules of life in the Miller–Urey experiment; and speculation on alien life (such as life in Jupiter's clouds). In the Cosmos Update ten years later, Sagan remarks on RNA also controlling chemical reactions and reproducing itself and the different roles of comets (potentially carrying organic molecules or causing the Cretaceous-Paleogene extinction event).

Cosmos Part II - One Voice In The Cosmic Fugue

Electronic, Trip Hop, Downtempo, Nu Jazz, Glitch Hop, inspired by Portishead, Zero 7 and Dorian Concept

Brizzle Sizzle

If you dare

If You Dare (remix)    Mizero  Feat. Nic

WE HAD SOMETHING

Written, performed by Kyo Arakane
Bass guitar by Anthony Ciulla

Imagination is going too far tonight 
I am having another sleepless night 
Did they have to kill Martin Luther King Jr. 
Did they have to keep themselves superior 
Here I go…
We are always looking for humanity 
Blaming that Chinese Communist Party’s cruelty 
Why don’t we take a look at our own country? 
Why do people living in separate category? 
Here I go…
Xenophobia, bigotry in smiling masks 
Prejudice, friction, genocide 
Education doesn’t always work out 
What do you say?

2020 remakes

Xenophobia

All Instruments By Martin Reed,
Flute By The Amazing Soumya Mondal, https://www.facebook.com/soumya.mondal.503645
Produced By Martin Reed.

Balanced With Soumya Mondal

ONDE MIGRANTI (Compositore Autore Flavio Pozzaglio)

Se poi si parte una ragione c’è su queste piste di sale,
Serpente scivoli e lasci dietro te impronte di un lento viaggiare
Solo le nuvole porto con me, verso un temporale
L’angoscia resta dentro e non va via, va ben oltre la strada
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo morte
Lo sguardo spento che, cerca del pane ma non c’è
I trafficanti non hanno pietà, ma un solo dio il denaro
Un altro giorno chissà se verrà col il sole domani
Saranno onde fatte di speranze e di sogni sospesi
Saranno mani vuote in cerca di calore che implorano il cielo
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda avanti e non vede niente
Lo sguardo spento che, nel mio futuro cosa c’è

Bambini giocano con le stelle e fanno grandi sorrisi
Donne nascondono i loro volti dietro abiti neri
Ma se è vero che esiste un dio per tutti gli uomini
Se è vero che ci mette alla prova non lo voglio pregare
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo morte
Lo sguardo spento che, cerca del pane ma non c’è
I trafficanti non hanno pietà, ma un solo dio il denaro
Un altro giorno chissà se verrà col il sole domani
Saranno onde fatte di speranze e di sogni sospesi
Saranno mani vuote in cerca di calore che implorano il cielo
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo ...

ONDE MIGRANTI (MIGRANT WAVES)(Compositore Autore Flavio Pozzaglio)

If you start a reason
there is on these salt slopes,
Snake slides and leave footprints of slow travel behind you
Only the clouds I carry with me, towards a storm
The anguish remains inside and does not go away, it goes far beyond the road
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only death
The dull gaze that looks for bread but is not there
Traffickers have no mercy, but only one god of money
Who knows if another day will come with the sun tomorrow
They will be waves made of hopes and suspended dreams
They will be empty hands in search of heat that implore the sky
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look ahead and see nothing
The dull gaze that is in my future

Children play with the stars and make big smiles
Women hide their faces behind black clothes
But if it is true that there is a god for all men
If it is true that it tests us, I don't want to pray
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only death
The dull gaze that looks for bread but is not there
Traffickers have no mercy, but only one god of money
Who knows if another day will come with the sun tomorrow
They will be waves made of hopes and suspended dreams
They will be empty hands in search of heat that implore the sky
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only ..

ONDE MIGRANTI

A song I wrote and recorded.

Working hard is what I do, And I got to pay a bill or two
See I got a home and a family
These two hands earn daily bread, so I can keep my children fed
Now there’s  something I just want to say.

I eat my lunch with dirty hands, I aint ashamed of what I am
Got a blue collar round my neck, I break my back for my paycheck
I don’t have money to gills, but I got skills that pay the bills
I hope you understand, I eat my lunch with dirty hands

I don’t get young folks these days, seems to me they’ve lost their way
I hate to sound like an old man with his rants
But I like to wear pants that fit, so when im working they don’t split
See my daddy didn’t raise his boys to wear their mommas pants.

I eat my lunch with dirty hands,I aint afraid to work the land
Toting hay and plowing ground, I work until the sun goes down
If you go to a booth to get a tan, or drive a truck made in japan
Then you wont understand, I eat my lunch with dirty hands

I don’t drive no limousine, save that for the beauty queen
Give me a 4x4 or two or three
I don’t have no  fancy yacht, but I’m sure thankful for what I got
A man needs a home and country where he can be free

I eat my lunch with dirty hands, cause im a blue collar man
Im always haulin or a choppin wood, I bust my knuckles underneath the hood
I don’t mind working in the rain, where there’s no pain there is no gain
I know you understand, yall eat your lunch with dirty hands

Blue Collar Man (I Eat My Lunch With Dirty Hands)

One before bedtime and new workweek ahead with its normal high tension :D
Artwork/Photo by Tomasz Frankowski: https://unsplash.com/@sunlifter

Equipm.(for those of you who has the same interest in gear as I have): 
Intro: Sequenced Roland D10(multitimbral) + Roland D70(Choir)
Main track: Behringer Crave analog synthesizer w/inboard sequencer also controlling Roland D70(as bass-synth) and Roland Gaia(delayed sequence). Short synthsolo on Roland Gaia. Guitar is Gibson SG Standard through Boss GT-10
Outro: same as intro.

Present Past In Future

My tribute to ENYA - just a little tune I like !

Lothlorien Instrumental

Morning Rain With Coffee

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Lothlorien Instrumental

David Cartmel

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