Is this Mr Chris Cornell back from the great beyond?  

The tune gets me everytime I listen dwq 

What a six string riff and vocal melody

It’s such a pleasure to hear real raw music, sounding Great🎶🎶

rocking guitar and vocal  DWQ , thank you

Special thanks to 5Eleven for his acapella..

SWEET MORNING. Feat 5Eleven

Lyrics:

We are we are
We are just sculptures
We see we see
We see how you sculpt us

What do you see 
Whenever you sculpt us
Well it isn't me
I ain't not sculpture

I've been asked to intervene
I've been asked to call you out
I'm gonna have to open extreme
I'm gonna have to scream and shout

We are we are 
We are our history
We see we see we see
We see what you quarry

What do you find 
Whenever you mine us
Our footprints align
You know they define us

I've been asked to intervene
I've been asked to call you out
I'm gonna have to open extreme
I'm gonna have to scream and shout

Take your sadness
Take your pain
Wrap it up in all this madness
Turn it into something we gain

I've been asked to intervene
I've been asked to call you out
I'm gonna have to open extreme
I'm gonna have to scream and shout

Sculptures

Time stopped in Santa Cruz.

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I created this composition, like others, between 2014 and 2016.

I finished work and went with my iPad to create music.

The center of all this time was the neighborhood of Santa Cruz, in the center of Seville, my city.

Anyone who visits my city will inevitably pass by there.

Some of my favorite tapas places are there.

The terraces of some hotels have spectacular views from which you can enjoy the city while having a drink, a coffee, a wine, or whatever you prefer. I know them all.

The small squares full of tranquility, the murmur of water from some fountains, the sensation of feeling history as a pure essence! or the smell of orange blossom, which permeates everything around this time of year, make me enjoy something special that, in some way, I need. It's hard to explain, but that's how it is.

And there it seems that time stops.



12 tracks from Music Studio 2 with original instruments and from the Xewton forum.

1 Track with Sunrizer synthesizer
1 Track with Kv331 Synthmaster 
1 Track with X pad.


DAW. MS2
Hardware. ipad

Mix. My car. 🚘

Thank you for your listening and comments

Paco.

Time Stopped In Santa Cruz ( Nv 2024)

Flipping Funkfest

Lyrics and music: Michele Ansani (1998).
Inspired by a Robert Musil's short story ("The Perfecting of a Love", 1911).
Cover photo is from Pietro Corrao.

Like some others I have already posted, this is a song from the late 1990s, recorded then with a Korg D8. I remixed the surviving file, working on volume and equalisation after separating the tracks, and adding some stuff. 

LYRICS (ENG / ITA)

nervously looked at the stranger
at that moment his beard lit up for a moment
she guessed there solidity, naturalness
and everything reconnected, she was there...

It flashed in her mind that already other times
The thing had begun in the same way, it was so...
And at the thought for an instant a voluptuous horror touched her
A voluptuous abulic horror
as before a sin yet unnamed

she wondered if he could have noticed
that she was looking at him
and her body filled with a slight sensuality
she seemed to be swimming in darkness before him
dissolved and impalpable like pale foam

so they travelled close
and little by little crept back into her thoughts
that restlessness
she tried to tell herself
that it was only the disturbance
of that sudden solitary journey
among strangers
soon afterwards instead she believed
that it was the wind that enveloped her
in a rigid frost

there was suddenly
a light high and clear on her past
as on an indescribable landscape of mysterious order
was a strange sense of the future
as if everything
that seemed long past
still lived on

furtively she sought the stranger
at that moment his hand for a moment
caressed her
she sensed in it a natural solidity
and everything reconnected
they were there ...

and thought of days
strangely distinct
from all the others
open before them
like a fugue of remote rooms
and joined with a hasty laugh
to the conversation

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nervosamente guardò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua barba per un attimo s’illuminò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò, lei era lì…

le balenò in mente che già altre volte
la cosa nello stesso modo incominciò, era così...
ed al pensiero per un istante la sfiorò
un orrore voluttuoso abulico
come davanti a un peccato ancora senza nome

si chiese se potesse essersi accorto
che lei lo guardava
e il suo corpo si colmò di una leggera sensualità
le sembrava di nuotare nelle tenebre davanti a lui
dissolta e impalpabile come pallida schiuma

così viaggiarono vicini
e poco a poco ritornò ad insinuarsi nei suoi pensieri
quell’inquietudine
cercò di dirsi
che era solo il turbamento
di quell'improvviso viaggio solitario
fra gente estranea
subito dopo invece poi credeva
che fosse il vento che l’avvolgeva
in un gelo rigido

vi fu improvvisamente
una luce alta e chiara sul suo passato
come su un paesaggio indescrivibile dall’ordine misterioso
era uno strano senso di futuro
come se tutto ciò
che pareva da lungo tempo passato
vivesse ancora

furtivamente cercò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua mano per un attimo
l’accarezzò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò
erano lì ...

e pensavano a giorni
stranamente distinti
da tutti gli altri
aperti davanti a loro
come una fuga di stanze remote
e si unirono con un riso precipitoso
alla conversazione

La Conversazione *

Winter Sun

A song recorded in 2023 inspired by a documentary I watched based on the child care system in Great Britain.
So as we all get ready to enjoy Christmas with our family and friends spare a thought for this. 
There’re was a little boy who shared a memory that all he as left of his life with his real mother  was a few toy soldiers and a snow globe.
They sat on a shelve for him to think & remember that for whatever reason his mother gave him up. 
He was one of the lucky children who managed to get adopted and find a new loving family to take care of him. 
Others not so and stay In children’s homes until they were 18.
And here is the problem once they became 18 they became no longer a problem for the system. 
With  little or no help they  are expected to leave & fend for themselves without the love or security like a normal young person would expect from his family. 
The system is so floored & totally under funded hence kick the can down the street & watch it land at another’s feet.
Not the government’s problem anymore.
The adoption system is such a long draw out process that it puts future potential step parents off. 
So many children just stay in the system until they are 18 and then are classed as adults.
They may be adults but not ready for the world alone, outside the door.
We still guide our own adult children through their journey into further education, work, relationships, home buying & beyond.
It scares me that we have youths carrying knives & even guns for protection and in other cases just to conform to gang culture and be the big man. 
Im sure that a lot of these youths have a loving family, warm house, food in their belly & wear designer clothes. Yet still find the urge to harm someone because it makes them feel good and show off.
I’m sure we could write a fluffy Christmas song with all the cliches  but we choose not to. 
Hope you enjoy and pause for thought.
So we bring you Tiny Soldiers & Snow Globes…….. 



Intro Chorus 
Just kick the can down the street 
And when it lands at another’s feet
they can kick it on to the next 
That how they make out they are doing their best


V1
And the only thing on the upswing 
And what’s needed more & more 
(Are Tiny soldiers and snow globes
Just symbols of a life that he hardly knows x2)

Chorus 
Just kick the can down the street 
And when it lands at another’s feet
they can kick it on to the next 
That how they make out they  are doing their best
…………….
Tiny Soldiers & Snow globes x2
It’s an absolute mess 


V2 
And now it’s the end of care and totally unfair 
To defend  for yourself and to be thrown out
(Tiny soldiers & snow globes 
Are not something he can talk about x2)

Chorus 
Just kick the can down the street 
And when it lands at another’s feet
they can kick it on to the next 
That how they make out 
they are doing there best
……………….
Tiny Soldiers & Snow globes x2
Its an absolute mess 

 Middle 8  ending

And to all of you 
if only we really new
Just how lucky you really are
To be loved and treated 5star 
We all can’t have it all 
it’s really not fair 
Surely there’s enough love 
to go around and share
Unconditional love
for everyone 
but someone lost the will to care
And moved his chair x4
Tiny soldiers & Snow globes 
We all can’t have it all 



Tiny Soldiers & Snow Globes - Conscience Of Kings

arranged, composed and produced by MikaJ Saturn Jan 2025

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