Pourquoi classer cette musique dans la rubrique fourre tout "rock alternatif" ? Terme utilisé par manque de courage commercial quand on fait du rock PROGRESSIF et qu'on n'ose pas l'avouer car ça fait ringard alors que c'est un art musical majeur comme le jazz, le blues, le rock, ....

Très très belle musique façon "film français des années 70-80" genre un peu Michel Magne ou Francis Lai etc. J'adore le style de ces deux jeux d'orgues

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love the progressive space rock sound! super cool synths!

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/album/lintimite

Fantastic, it reminds me of Uriah Heep's Salisbury - 1971 - Great production :-)

CLICKETY DANCE IS ONE ODYSSEY

Flo T. - Odyssey
You Tube Video: https://youtu.be/ztwRY3CK_fY

Odyssey

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a little grab from a recent gig in our home town of Hobart

Live@The Founders Room Kirby/Ward

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & production

From the age of 15 when I first stepped into the world of employment I was told it would be a major advantage to get a job that lasted through to the State retirement age of 65. At the time I'll admit it was not something I took at all seriously.  When you’re that age, the last thing on your mind is bloody retirement.   

However, by the time I reached my early 50’s and had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, my mind became a little more concentrated on reaching what might now  conceivably prove to be an eminently missable target.  In the interim, the UK government decided that, given the population was living considerably longer than it once had, they would incrementally be raising the retirement age, meaning that mine now became 66. 

Our dear old Nan was a dedicated Bingo player and knew that number callers used particular phrases for certain numbers, one of the best known being 66, known as  ‘Clickety Click’.  So reaching pensionable age became inextricably linked to Bingo, hence the title and subject matter of this song.   

The number one - ‘Kelly’s Eye’ - seemed a good place to start and having done some fascinating research, I worked my way through the Bingo calls, choosing the ones whose scansion worked best, until I reached the magic ‘Clickety Click'.  

As the chorus explains, there were no guarantees I’d actually get there, it was just a target.  But I did get there and this song celebrates the fact.  

The song ends with the traditional exclamation of the player who has won the game, being either ‘House!’ or ‘Bingo!’.  When I was recording the vocals, my constant and beautiful companion Marvin (it is he who is pictured in the cover art) reacted to my shouts with a loud bark, perfectly in time, so we decided to keep it in.  Marv is with me at 99% of the recordings and enjoys being involved when the opportunity presents.

As always, huge thanks to the wonderful Hans Albers for another brilliant backing track which is, as I think you’ll agree, perfect for the song.  That man is a genius.
Thanks so much for listening.   (Terry Reeves)


It all started with Ned Kelly’s eye (1)
A cup of tea (3) to stop going dry
Tom Mix (6) wearing hat, riding fast
Monkey’s cousin (12) hanging, trying to last
Key of the door (21), two little ducks (22)
Paid half a crown (26), keep up the luck
In a state (28), rise and shine (29) but alive
One dirty knee (33) to help jump and jive (35)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six, a target to achieve

Half way to laugh, more than eleven (37)
As life begins (40), time for fun (41) isn’t heaven
Up to tricks (46) towards four dozen (48)
Five-0, Five-0, it’s off to work (50) with percussion
Danny la Rue (52), a man at the door (54)
The snakes are alive (55) but don’t wriggle more
Shotts bus (56) to Scotland, check the sign
Variety of Heinz (57) to the Brighton Line (59)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six a target to achieve

A baker’s bun (61) all tickety boo (62)
Tickle me (63), almost retired (64) laughing too
Retirement age(65), it should have been fun
Clickety click (66), getting paid
Take the money and run  
Route 66, nearly there
Clickety click, the sound of my wheelchair

CLICKETY CLICK - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 07/2022.
Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

- Which one is me -
 
Sometimes,
I wonder,
Sometimes,
Where is my mind,
Sometimes,
will I finally find,
Sometimes,
stop counting the time,

Which one is me...

Which one is me

Which One Is Me

Once I wrote a longer description here: a love song in 7/4 ¿or 14/8?

Silvia II (Lo que siento por ti) /  Silvia II (What I feel for you)

Es de difícil clasificación  /  It is difficult to be classified
dentro de las variedades del amor  /  among all varieties of love
lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  what I feel for you, what I feel …

Sólo sé que no puedo vivir sin ti,  /  I only know I can’t live without you,
no puedo ver sentido a mi vida si no estás aquí.  /  I can’t find sense to my life if you are not here.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

Cuando todo va bien  /  When everything goes fine
lo que me une a ti es tu forma de ser,  /  what joins me to you is your way of being,
es muy fácil ver  /  it is very easy to see
todos tus encantos de mujer.  /  all your woman's charms.

Una idea que no puedo soportar  /  An idea that I cannot bear
es verte en brazos de otro, en otro lugar.  /  is seeing you in other one’s arms, in another place.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

No puedo imaginar  /  I cannot imagine
tu voz susurrando a otro compás.  /  your voice whispering to another compass.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

Cuando algo va mal,  /  When something goes wrong,
puedo contemplar tus defectos con claridad.  /  I can behold  your faults with clarity.
Cuando algo va mal,  /  When something goes wrong,
sólo quiero escapar a otro lugar.  /  only I want to escape to another place.

Grab it !!

Silvia II (Lo que siento por ti)

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L'intimité (Extrait)

Orion Jam

3.7.20i

Its been a strange year so far ..........
Here's a video to accompany my tune, the latest in the Cloudlines series.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtWDZEtAzxg&t=41s

Cloudlines No'8 (Silent Spring 2020)

Playing around with sound design. Searching for new sound to add to my library of sounds, and stumbled into making this track ;)....It's open for download and collab...add or use what you want and link back to this page. Enjoy fam!!!

A Wonder Of Things 86 BPM

The Sandman
 lyrics and music by Dakoda Sada

 I've always been a Sandman , even when I was six
 I'd play all day long in the school sand pit
 When I'm on my own I'm filled with doubt
 I missed that lesson when they showed us what its all about
(chorus)
 I wanted to be wanted, by you, by you
 I wanted to be wanted, by you, by you

 Wanna be a Sandman, there's plenty work in the pit
 These days I share with Snowflake and young half-wit
 All I ever wanted was to be a toy soldier
 Later on I realised I could have been a bulldozer
(chorus)
 I wanted to be wanted, by you, by you
 I wanted to be wanted, by you, by you
 I wanted to be wanted, by you, by you

Dakoda Sada - The Sandman (demo)

Grave : Music, lyrics, vocal & ac. guitar 
PJ : Drums, bass, electric guitars, production & mix

Fake News W/ Grave

Some tunes you have to work at.  This one came quickly, but I still wanted it to steep a little, especially the middle section.  The title came quickly as well as I thought about my son-in-law's work as a truck driver.  When he is at home, he's home as a loving and devoted family man.  On the road, however, it's all "white lines and deadlines".  For a revealing look into the trucker's "white lines and deadlines", my videographer brother assembled a great video using a shorter version of this track: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4xLPK3TUBA&list=LLj-OlGOzJtweD8nMGsz7Vsg&index=4&t=0s

White Lines And Deadlines

NEW STONE AGE RADIOACTIVE CHEMICAL PARADISE 
words and muse sick c Jonnie Luscombe Oct 01 2020

intro
Now you got the only lives that matter.. can they matter to you?

I hear you teachin' all the birds to sing
The snake to lie, the lion be king
With all that weaponised redundancy
Down on ur knees in y'pallid guilt 'n sin
Torch the books you never even read
And kill ur history, all it did and said
................................................................................
chorus
Y'gonna love your stone age paradise
Cave full o' trainer loots and chicken fries
Ur justice a lynchmob, ur love is a gun
Ur peace is in pieces..  burnin' down the sun
..........................................................................................
chorus
And u will get ur radioactive heaven                          
And all ur magic cake oh ur gonna eat it too
And u'll get along without that little apple phone
And by much less than bread u'll learn to live alone
Oh isnt it fun, your jackboots 'n flowers,  your firing squad circle, your hot little gun
But you know you're only burnin' down the sun
Too good for heaven
Get ur utopia done 
Cuz you got the only lives that matter.. 
.................................................................................................
v.3
Make your bed and lay in lying lullabyes
Teach the sea to drink and show the clouds to cry
Y'screamin' your hatred right into my face
Makin' the world such a tolerant place
........................................................................................................
bridge
Ur too good for heaven, so burn it down to hell
Pile up the ashes of all the souls you couldn't sell
Woke up woke ------ shoot out a ur gun!
But u know ur only burnin' down the sun

NEW STONE AGE RADIOACTIVE CHEMICAL PARADISE

Lyrics

Baby you’re lame
Maybe insane
How can you say
That without shame
Look at your hair
I just can’t square
How you might think that
We will forbear
Your obnoxious view of the world at your feet
That the obvious will remain unseen

Please shut your mouth
The stuff that comes out
Erases all doubt
Of what you’re about
So full of conceit
Tossing red meat
To the pools of fools
That form the effete
Tools of oppression 
You don’t know how to use
If you weren’t so incompetent
You’d be the new Il Duce 

Loose some weight
Can’t you see the light through the grate
Of the sewer where hold your fête 
Now gather your crap and go

Oh maybe someday
You’ll get back in my bed
Though I’d rather put a loaded gun to my head

I keep on swimming
In this ocean of dumb
It’s filled to the brim
This sure ain’t no fun
Is there no stopper?
I thought it was pulled?
You’ve turned on the spigot
And out poured a flood
Of the stupidest things
That I’ve ever seen
So blatantly dumb ass
It’s flat out obscene 

Oh baby
Loose some weight
Can’t you see the light through the grate
Of the sewer where hold your fête 
Now gather your crap and go

Dance in the street
Shout out in joy
Give you the finger
Come up with ploys
To stay direction
A hand in the wind
You can’t stop the future
There’s no chance to rescind
What’s happened baby
Been clearly defined 
By stomping your feet
As you wail and wine

Baby you’re lame
Maybe insane
How can you say
That without shame
Look at your hair
I just can’t square
How you might think that
We will forbear
Your obnoxious view of the world at your feet
That the obvious will remain unseen

Oh baby
Loose some weight
Can’t you see the light through the grate
Of the sewer where hold your fête 
Now gather your crap and go

Baby You're Lame

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQQmjnTSqHI

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