Name: Cool Down by dominiquefrench
Duration: 2 min 3 s
Description: PRODUCED/WRITTEN AND PERFORMED By: DOMINIQUE SOTO

Bon groove dans l'esprit des années 70 .

Aw great music great track good job.😎👌🎶

I know you know this but great vocalist you are ma’am

so cool powerful voice!!  I feel the fun👍✨

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Produced, Written, and Performed By: IAN GREAVES, DOMINIQUE MONIQUE aka  DOMINIQEFRENCH and RS FRAWSTAKWA 

Instrumental, Mixing and Mastering By: IAN GREAVES

DOWN LIKE THAT RIP-IT-UP

Down Like That  Rip It Up

THE HUNT 

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Warpath
Warpath

Do you believe in peace?
They trick you into unfair treaties
Don't you try to hide and run?
Sneak at them and get the gun
and shoot

Silhouettes at the horizon
Men on mustangs, blood red sun
They come and try but we will prove
Crush your peace pipes, everyone
Everyone
Crush your peace pipes, everyone

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on 
The hunt is on
(Now it's time for tomahawk)


Pale face speaking with split toungue
selling marbles and firewater
Slaughtering our buffaloes
now we steal and sell your daughter

Don't you bring me peace and freedom
now get out my tipi door
Take your cattle, take your bible
Take your smallpox, this means war 
This means war
This means war

The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on



(Death bells taken from the Neckargerach's Michaelskirche)

The Hunt

Esta canción está inspirada en María Fauro, la señora que limpiaba en la empresa  donde yo trabajaba y de la que tengo un entrañable recuerdo por su bondad y su coraje. Está dedicada a ella y, por extensión, a todas las mujeres de la limpieza, porque creo que no se valora su trabajo como se debería.

Hemos grabado dos versiones: en la de Carmen París se siente la fuerza y el coraje, mientras  que en la de Ana López Lorente destaca el cariño y la ternura. Y las dos están repletas de una entrega y sensibilidad que consiguen emocionar. Destacar, además, el piano de José Mª Berdejo, el chelo de Pablo Baleta, las guitarras de Nacho Abril y los “polvos mágicos” del ingeniero de sonido Juan Miguel Sánchez, del estudio de grabación Sin/Con Pasiones.

Para ver el video   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAj3gxkoExc

SEÑORA MARÍA (Versión de Carmen París. Para escuchar la versión de Ana López Lorente  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/senora-maria-feat-ana-lopez-lorente?si=8b319bf6318f449caa2593e6a0ec4c22&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Siempre agarrada a la escoba
cual si parte de ella fuera
siempre con cubo y fregona
día y noche compañeras.

Sus manos limpian el polvo
con destellos de ternura
que relumbran en sus ojos
rebosantes de amargura.

Estribillo 

Y es que no ha sido la vida
aquel camino de rosas
que soñara siendo niña
entre blancas mariposas

La vida a veces regala
sueños de miel al destino
pero otras muchas se ensaña
y de hiel riega el camino.

Señora María:
guerrera en la desgracia
que siempre se cobija
en su humilde morada.
Señora María:
¿dónde mana el coraje
que la mantiene viva
y le da tanto aguante? 
-------

Al despertar la mañana
la saludan las estrellas
la brisa besa su cara
ya marchita primavera.

Estribillo


Always clinging to the broom
as if part of her were
always with bucket and mop
day and night companions.

Her hands clean the dust
with flashes of tenderness
that shine in his eyes
brimming with bitterness

Chorus

And it is that life has not been
that path of roses
that she dreamed as a girl
between white butterflies

life sometimes gives away
honey dreams to destiny
but many others show
and gall waters the road.

Lady Maria:
warrior in misfortune
that she always shelters
in her humble abode.
Lady Maria:
where does the courage flow
that keeps her alive
and does it last that long?
-------

waking up in the morning
the stars greet her
the breeze from her kisses her face
already withered spring

Chorus

SEÑORA MARIA (Feat. Carmen París)

Introduction in English:

Recently I met a friend who spent a month in Crete earlier this year. 
As he told me about his wanderings there, I again remembered a drastic experience I had during my stay in Crete thirty years ago. 
During my expeditions through the bare Cretan mountains at that time, I met a young man who had been living in a cave for some time, completely isolated from the world. 
We walked together for a while. He told me that he suffered from psychotic delusions with inner voices torturing him. 
The secluded life here in the mountains would help him to deal with these powerful and alienating voices. 
Nevertheless, he longed so much for a release from this "voice terror". 
When I wanted to visit him again the next day, he was nowhere to be found. 
In all these years I thought of him from time to time, especially since I also meet people here in Berlin again and again who suffer from similar psychotic confusions. 
With this song I try to put myself in the place of these people who suffer so terribly and are still largely misunderstood

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Voices in the head

Voices in the head
Eat me up

Controlling me
Beat on me

Persecute me, torture me
Incapacitate me
Condemn, despise, devalue, laugh at me 
They make me down, drive into all my limbs

Are always there, invade me
Come when they want, never leave me alone

Come through the walls, no wall can stop them

Hate, shun, move masses of vengeance 
They cause me pain with relish, they light stigma-candles inside me

I've made up my mind 
I'll be calm, because I know I can free myself from you
Yes, I can free myself from you!

The last thing I have left is to lay a hand on myself.
With my dying, I'll give you my last escort.

Then I'll cast you off like a garment of shadows

Your blasphemies, your bullying, your poison, your envy

Flow with the water and the blood from me
Disappears in the drain, far away from here

Emasculated sadists, coreless egoists, seedless fascists, 
You all can't nestle in me anymore

Float away
You stay behind

Your power is now completely null and void
A hollow space remains unnamed

I now lie in my hand

Deutscher Originaltext:

Stimmen im Kopf

Stimmen im Kopf
Fressen mich auf

Bestimmen über mich
Schlagen auf mich drauf

Verfolgen, Foltern mich
Entmündigen mich
Verurteilen, verachten, entwerten, verlachen, 
Machen mich nieder, fahr`n in all meine Glieder

Sind immer da, dringen in mich ein
Kommen wann sie wollen, lassen mich nie allein

Kommen durch die Wände, Keine Mauer halt sie auf

hassen, schassen, bewegen Rachemassen, 
Bereiten lustvoll Schmerzen, Entzünden in mir Wundmal-Kerzen

Ich hab’ mich entschieden, 
Ich werde ruhig, weil ich weiß, ich kann mich von Euch befreien
Ja ich kann mich von Euch befreien!

Das letzte was mir bleibt, ist, Hand an mich zu legen
Mit meinem Freitod gebe ich Euch letztes Geleit

Dann leg’ ich Euch ab wie ein Schatten-Kleid

Euer Lästern, Euer Stänkern, Euer Gift, Euren Neid

Fließt mit dem Wasser und dem Blut aus mir
Entschwindet im Abfluß, weit weg von hier

Entmannte Sadisten, Entkernte Egoisten, Samenlose Faschisten, 
Ihr könnt’ Euch alle nicht mehr in mir einnisten

Schwebe hinüber
Ihr bleibt zurück

Eure Macht ist nun ganz und gar null und nichtig
Zurück bleibt ein Hohlraum unbenannt

Ich lieg jetzt in meiner Hand

Stimmen im Kopf (Voices in the Head)

Stimmen Im Kopf (Voices In The Head)

...too catchy, therefore worthless...

A new beginning

A New Beginning

Insurrection

In this music I have experimented with the use of special picking and percussion instruments that combine the style of oriental music with modern western electronic music. I also tried to sneak in some jazz drum elements. It turned out weird, but that was my goal.
Check please!

Your Mum's Hen Tuned The Guitar

Streaming Link !!!

Be Careful When You Sleep

Ich arbeite an einem Folk Album
dazwischen produzierte ich einen filmischen Track als Abwechslung.
Ich wollte etwas Spaß haben und Angsteinflüsse einfügen, wen man im dicken grauen Nebel in der Nacht spaziert. 

Be Careful When You Sleep

I'm working on a folk album
in between I produced a cinematic track for a change.
I wanted to have some fun and add fear influences when walking in the thick gray fog at night.

Yes have fun


Single :  2023
Title :     Be Careful When You Sleep
Track :   2
Genre : Cinematic 
Artist : Karl Heinz – Heimgartner
Production : Mix and Recording Home Studio / Mix and Mastering : BeatsEdit.com / https://soundcloud.com/beatseditcom
Dat:  13.04.2023
Karl Heinz – Heimgartner ©
Key:  Gminor 
Bpm    : 70
Language: German/ English


www.karlheinzheimgartner.com

Be Careful  When You Sleep

Introduction in English:

My mother was always a smart woman, endowed with a naturally high intelligence .

Living alone with her sick father, she had to leave school already in the 6th grade and go to work in a factory.

When she later met my academically pre-educated father, she was introduced through him into the circles of the so-called " educated citizens ".

We then often had corresponding "nouveau riche" and "status conceit" parties in our large rented apartment. Here, my mother regularly got to feel the "fine", subtly deeply humiliating difference between the would-be educated and her as a despicably uneducated person.

At the same time, the would-be educated often had a style of communication that I call "trash talk" in this song. They often engaged in name-dropping by mentioning only the names of famous personalities without knowing anything more about their work. When asked more closely, they quickly changed the subject or texted you with some quarter-truth.

My mother, who was plagued by feelings of inferiority, was very intimidated by this, and it made her feel all the more stupid, uninteresting, and not socially acceptable.

At that time I was still too small. But I would have liked to turn back time for my mother's protection and sing this song at the highest volume to all these "trash talkers" standing on our dining room table at that time.

That the topic of "subtle differences" is a timeless one (I bow here to the wonderfully perceptive Pierre Bourdieu in this regard) is shown by the deep rifts that continue to exist between today's self-proclaimed "elite" and the supposed "primitives".

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Trash Talk

Just chat, don't think anymore, dislocate brain, be stupid 
Chattering sideways, never wavering, just no profundity, flatland

They remain one-dimensional, quite gloriously meaningless
The wordplay is all thin and stale, The shallow is all big with them

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk  

Are at many parties with colorful Smarties, with false eyelashes and pout 
No contacts, just meaningless verbal acts, word junk.

They are the heroes of the lazy mind, meaningless in the jelly glow 
Are narrow-minded, cheeky and brazen, persist in the one-legged dance

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk 

Have no enemies, no friends either, talk beside, nothing remains 
Leave only grease stains, can`t even bump, get stuck in the approach, nothing drifts 

Except: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)...

________________________________

Deutscher Originaltext

Trash Talk

Einfach quatschen, nicht mehr denken, Hirn ausrenken, Dumm sein 
Seitwärts plaudern, niemals zaudern, nur kein Tiefsinn, Flachland

Sie bleiben eindimensional, ganz herrlich bedeutungslos
Der Wortwitz ist ganz dünn und schal, Das Seichte ist bei ihnen ganz groß

Komm schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk  

Sind auf vielen Parties mit bunten Smarties, mit falschen Wimpern und Schmollmund 
Keine Kontakte, nur sinn-entschlackte Verbalakte, Wortschund.

Sie sind die Helden des faulen Geists, nichtssagend im geligen Glanz, 
Sind borniert, vorlaut und dreist, verharren im einbeinigen Tanz

Kommt schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk 

Haben keine Feinde, auch keine Freunde, reden daneben, nichts bleibt 
Hinterlaßen nur Fettflecken, können nicht mal anecken, bleiben im Ansatz stecken, nichts treibt 

Außer: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)…

Trash Talk

SONGS OF HOPE FOR A NEW REALITY.

This work consists of three songs.
 
The first song is for a baritone voice and represents that it is sung by a character who is a journalist and tries to give an overview of the many global crises and conflicts that are currently haunting us and causing "perplexity in an uncertain world".

The second song, for a contralto voice, represents that it is the reply given by a female character who is an anthropologist, to the previous journalist arguing that we can only save ourselves if we start from approaches based on ethics and anthropology to build a "critical conscience of our species" that allows us to create a new global reality where all human beings have a dignified and comfortable life.

The third song is a fugue for four voices (for soprano, alto, tenor and bass) and represents the well- meaning people who have honestly understood what the situation is: it is only possible to overcome this "perplexity in an uncertain world, creating new global reality for all.

At the end of this introduction I attach a PDF with the lyrics of the three songs. I put the original version in English and also its translation into Spanish.

The music has an initial inspiration in what we could call musical styles of modern popular music, but with the aim of reaching a final composition of a more abstract and artistic nature. Regarding the musical production, as is usual in my works, the score of the different musical parts is performed by computer software, specifically in the instrumental parts I have used the synthesizer (granular and spectral) called Padshop 2 and also samplers from the VSL (Vienna Symphonic Library) that, although in this library the instruments have acoustic timbre, I have given them an electronic music treatment. But the most peculiar part is the one corresponding to the voices in which I have used the VOCALOID 6 software that has a singing synthesis technology that produces singing voices that are very realistic and with the ability to articulate words and that has been, initially , developed to sing in the Japanese and English languages.

As for the textual content of the lyrics of the songs, I have written it myself and I wanted it to start from the current global reality and to have, as far as possible, a projection in the general interest. I have been inspired by various texts that I have read lately and, especially, the book "El porvenir de la humanidad”  written by Eudald Carbonell i Roura, a Catalan archaeologist and anthropologist who has a long and important professional career.


Lyrics of the three songs    /    Letras de las tres canciones:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1llYNK9VUjN-zuf9jmWaPbnqsQmExWQhR/view?usp=drive_link	



Esta introducción en castellano:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/10da1T3vm8U3H2Eh0AgOBbAwz27Iv4WZp/view?usp=sharing

Aquesta introducció en català:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Uaq06MVT-_6ovqsne6KgW-iBGZcT58KZ/view?usp=sharing

Songs of hope for a new reality

PRODUCED/WRITTEN AND PERFORMED By: DOMINIQUE SOTO

Cool Down

Born & raised in Paris,France. I also speak fluent English some German and Italian. I am a singer, song writer,Producer & keyboardist.
Email: dominiquesoto14@gmail.com

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