Sound and word therapy. SWT Thanks! Even fading, even mortal,
Love is Love, long live the Feeling!
We stand up, don't love bad kneeling,
And, confronted with Injustice, 
We still hope to see the good Dawn.❤

WHILE THE CROWS GET FREEDOM FOR SALE

Freedom / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
Paploviante: E-Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
Added electric guitars and final mix by Neno J.
@paploviante-and-friends:
@paul-racle:

Freedom (collab with Paploviante)

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/la-table-des-ombres

Et quand le rideau tombe à la fin du chemin
Il n' y a rien d'autre à dire, y avais rien d'autre à faire
Peut être que demain il neigera sur nos tombe
Prendre place au festin à la table des ombres

LA TABLE DES OMBRES ( Extrait )

Original song
Disco
Lyrics & Vocals by me
Music made in garageband

Thank you for listening :)

Lyrics:

The night is approaching
Can you feel it?
Flashing red lights
Can you see it?
Music and rhythms
Can you hear it?
People are dancing
Can you do it?

Chorus:
Music and rhythms
Will make you alive
Dancing and moving
Lose time for a while
Forget all your problems
And dance without fear
When the sun rises
It all still be there

Mmm  Mmm

If the mind takes you
And you lose control
Collect all your problems
Put them on hold
The evening is coming
Flashing red lights
Music and rhythms
Into the night

Chorus

Chorus

Can you feel it?
Can you see it?
Can you hear it?
Can you do it?

Chorus

Mmm
Can you feel it?
Mmm
Can you see it?
Mmm
Can you hear it?
Mmm
Can you do it?

Lose Time For A While (Original)

Hey…. Did this song go in so many directions until this final recording. It started as an electric slide song, then a mandolin song, and finally as an acoustic guitar/recorder song. You know I laugh every time I play recorder. Just imagine a rough and scrappy, wild old man creating such a thing. Hahahahaha. Anyway, there are a lot of crows here. When I was working on the slide version, I heard them cawing outside as they flew by. (I scrapped my impromptu birdcall crowing on this, no one needs to hear that, not even the crows.) Lyrically the song has 2 distinct moods with some vocal transitioning. And guess what folks: As a novice singer, I can finally vibrato my voice… some more shenanigans you’ll have to put up with. Back to the crows. In town, we have a huge flock (murder) of town crows. Hundreds. They sure love fast food, and hanging out by the high school where tasty, tossed tidbits can be had. They are organized too, as if in an air force, as they are mostly wary of us humans… Finally, happy holidays to all who celebrate, and happy times to everyone else. Hope you enjoy this one. I sure did. Mark

As The Crow Flies

A song about over-consumption at the mall Music & Lyrics By Massimo Primiero Sung By Luca Giordano

Sale Sale Sale in slumber of Bazar 
With lacquers the glitter and flavors of Lillà
Everything is ready here on sale if you want it
Spend Buy Rent in an environment of rich ones
where glitter light and flowers are empty as holes.
Everything is ready here on sale if you want it
Sale Sale Sale in slumber of Bazar 
With lacquers the glitter and flavors of Lillà
Everything is ready here on sale if you want it

Discounts in large and shiny packages if you want with attractive proposals
Tired false smiles of revelers emptied of pride and desire to dream
Sly deviants handlers of strong deceptions dirty profits on the backs of revelers
Exploited Humiliated with toilet considerations in non-stop work for the delight of the lackeys.

Savings earnings
Savings earnings

Goods in relaxing frames hidden thefts of arduous jobs
Deaths hidden by the conveniences of futile needs of an impertinent environment
People as numbers and numbers as stamps calculations and balances of death and frustration
Shoplifting players wielding strong military deceptions hidden behind low prices.

Savings earnings
Savings earnings

Junk strong with exceptional discounts cashiers carts receipts to count
take grab bargain grab savings earn in points.
Junk strong with exceptional discounts cashiers carts receipts to count
take grab bargain grab savings earn in points.

Sales based on fake promotions mirrors of fake games given away
Everything sells Everything cashes in.

We are waiting for you with open arms ;-)
Original links : 
https://www.jamendo.com/album/99712/il-corriere-smarrito

Il Corriere Smarrito

Furbanza

Synesthesia is main motif for this song, first because of original lyrics, then as I felt like adding it more flavor with female vocals*, & finally when I recently watched some paintings about this matter**.

*Great vocal performance by https://soundcloud.com/maraoldfield is most notorious matter in this piece, where riffing parts toggle with bass-guided proggy ones.

**Due credits to https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling for ad hoc painting of the song’s artwork.

Letra  /  Lyrics:

QUIERO SABER SI HACE CALOR  /  I WANT TO KNOW IF IT IS HOT

En verano, insoportable,  /  In summer, unbearable,
todo está lleno de ruido.  /  everything is full of noise.
El invierno, silencioso,  /  The winter, silent,
que congela los sonidos.  /  which freezes the sounds.

No quisiera quedarme sorda  /  I don’t want to get deaf
sin saber cuándo hace frío.  /  not  knowing when it’s cold. 
No quisiera quedarme sorda  /  I don’t want to get deaf
para saber si hace frío.  /  so as to know if it’s cold.

Los días soleados  /  Sunny days
acompañan al estío  /  go along with the summer
y cuando llega el invierno  /  and when the winter comes
el cielo está oscurecido.  /  the sky is darkened.

No quisiera quedarme ciega  /  I don’t want to get blind
sin saber cuándo hace frío.  /  not  knowing when it’s cold.
No quisiera quedarme ciega  /  I don’t want to get blind
para saber si hace frío.  /  so as to know if it’s cold.

ER24CH04 ©1995 ®2015

Quiero saber si hace calor (Vocals by Mara​Oldfield)

Tim Deacon Songwriter & Key, arrange By Tom Roack Key & Bass, Mark Sacco Drumer, Joe Hoyer Guitarist Great Job Thank you 

01 Bell To Hell

The bike was a really short track I made a long, long time ago

The Bike (short track) 11/09/2009

Hello, beautiful people of Soundcloud

Here's yet another interpretation of this blues gem, a blend of several versions of this song that I adore.

Death Letter Blues

What happens if "Dust In the Wind" meets "Classical Gas"?  I sought to answer that profound question one morning when I was riffing on an A-minor chord and couldn't think of another way to describe this acoustic concoction. I couldn't think of a better name for it either, but seemed to have a "ballad" feel to it, either about a hero or villain, I'll let you decide, and maybe catch a "catnap" thinking about it:)

Ballad For Acoustic Guitar

I had the very good fortune to connect with Andy H aka “Noobly” a few months ago over music that we mutually admired and we agreed to find a future opportunity to collaborate. This is the result. Noobly’s beautifully rich track, propelled by his soaring guitar work, felt like a kind of call to prayer to my ear. I tried to echo this somewhat in singing the bridge. Lyrically, just for kicks I used the Socratic Method to construct the verses (persuasion through Q&A) so that this song’s meaning becomes self-evident and hopefully more of a personal experience for each listener. Thanks for checking it out!

Prideful Pride

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you
Did it happen when all of your friends cut you out
Was your heart set on winning something, but you lost instead
And when you were maimed did the anger in you surge
Can you mark the moment when you became someone else
Is your truth under layers of scar and combat
Are you the new thief, looting joy from everywhere

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone

And in the end you’ll be left with nothing
A bright light that’s gone too dim
I have been in a prison of my own before, just like you
Until I let the facade fall
And was set free, free

Are things more difficult now that you are going it alone
And do you leave enough room for both your sadness and your anger
Does that wall keep scary things in, and the invaders out
Are you winning this imaginary war you think you’re fighting

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, ’can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone


Music/production - Noobly @ https://soundcloud.com/noobly-1
Lyrics/vocals - Todd J McLean
Artwork - Fukushima Greed, 2011 (mixed media) by Todd J McLean

Prideful Pride

Welcome to EchoLandia! 

... where I hope you meet an echo of yourself on the dance floor. 

Open to critical feedback on the production and mixing. Wanted the bass to be clearer and drums sharper. But got tired of tweaking knobs. 

Influences: Jamiroquai, Daft Punk, Deee-Lite

Copyright free photo from Prexels

EchoLandia

Ripples

Nebraska.

Dedicated to so many man and women of courage, trying to make this world a better place.

JUST SAY NO

I can't live without me,
without the hard decisions,
the crucial moments
defining who I am.

There are so many crossroads,
so many fights inside me
that take me over.
So now I take a stand.
We all need to take a stand.

I say no, I say no.
I´ll keep my promises.
I say no, I say no.
Beyond convenient lies,
I say no, I say no.
Facing corruption
I must say no, say no.
At gunpoint shoutings
I still say no, say no.
Against oppression bars
I say no, I say no.

Will you remember
what I stood for?
I said no! 
Because of honour
let us try to be good
and fight for decency.

I can't live without me,
without the hard decisions,
the crucial values
defining what is me,
defining where we stand.

Just Say No

Foujita          ( translated after French Text )

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/wG4DmzweoTE

Texte :             Philippe J.  (@PhilippeJ.)
Chant :            Delphine     (@Ze Delph )
Musique : Alain Illos
e vous attends ici comme je vous sais là-bas
Et déjà de Paris si loin des embarras
Vous nous avez quittés mais vous n’avez pas fuit
Je vous sais étranger à tout ce qui ennuie
(Seulement) À tout ce qui ce qui ennuie
Foujita
Dans ce café maté ou s’entassent nos vies
Amère destiné qu’un passé déconfit
Je les vois défiler ces années, Ho chat oui !
Et si désemparée, je vous cherche, Dandy
Où sont passés Soutine et Modigliani ?
Que nous dit Picasso, loin de l’académie ?
Quand Zadkine est parti vivre aux États-Unis
Vous peignez loin d’ici mon portrait alangui
Mais moi je suis restée dans le vieux Montparnasse
Mon regard décalé s’embue et je me glace
Je voudrais présager votre retour en grâce
Léonard, Léonard, mon ami
Aussi je vous écrit Foujita aux traits fins
Aux blancs évaporés, aux gris évanescents
Et je m’évanouis lorsqu’en y repensant
Je fonds et me répands aux lits de vos glacis
Merci à vous Fuji, ô parure de mode
Homme déraciné, d’un monde qui désaccorde
Épris de liberté comme des anciens codes
Pour ce portrait léger, je vous le dis, merci

I wait for you here as I know you are there
And already so far from Paris and its troubles
You left us, but you did not flee
I know you are a stranger to everything that bores
(Only) to everything that bores
Foujita
In this dark café where our lives are crammed together
Bitter fate, a ruined past
I see those years go by, oh yes!
And so distraught, I search for you, Dandy
Where have Soutine and Modigliani gone?
What does Picasso tell us, far from the academy?
When Zadkine left to live in the United States
You paint my languid portrait far from here
But I stayed in old Montparnasse
My offbeat gaze clouds over and I freeze
I would like to predict your return to grace
Leonard, Leonard, my friend
So I write to you, Foujita, with fine lines
With evaporated whites and evanescent grays
And I faint when I think back
I melt and spread across the beds of your glazes
Thank you, Fuji, oh fashion adornment
Uprooted man, from a world out of tune
Enamored of freedom like the ancient codes
For this light portrait, I say to you, thank you

Foujita  avec Delphine

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LA TABLE DES OMBRES ( Extrait )

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