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NADA  / NOTHING

He pensado en la muerte  /  I've thought about death
y en lo que habrá detrás.  /  and what will be behind.
Puede que no haya nada,  /  It may be nothing,
¿te has parado a pensar?  /  have you stopped to think?

Nada, nada... nada.  /  Nothing, nothing... nothing.

Nada, nada, nada ni siquiera aire,  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing not even air,
nada, nada, nada que pueda tocarse,  /  nothing, nothing, nothing you can touch.
Nada, nada, nada que tocar ni respirar.  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing to touch nor breathe.

Nada, nada, ni una idea ni un deseo,  /  Nothing, nothing, neither an idea nor a desire,
nada, nada, ningún miedo ni silencio,  /  nothing, nothing, no fear or silence,
nada, nada, nada nada se puede escuchar.  /  nothing, nothing, nothing nothing can be heard.
...
Nada, nada, no esperes encontrarte  /  Nothing, nothing, don't expect finding
nada, nada, no puedes imaginarte  /  nothing, nothing, you cannot imagine
nada, nada, nada, no te entra en la razón.  /  nothing, nothing, it doesn't fit your mind.

ER18PB06 - ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Nada (He pensado en la muerte)

The title and middle chorus (the only lyrics in the song) came from the fact that after recording, i felt it needed another section, like a bridge, but got too lazy to find something to fit. Thus the line “I can’t find the bridge to New Funk City”. 

Still can’t find it.   ;O)

This can probably be considered the 3rd in a trilogy of tracks created almost entirely with short loops and sound samples in Garageband ('Dark Roast', and 'Sneaky Reggae' are the other 2). My part, besides the vocals and a bit of organ, clavinet playing, and drum fills, is arranging the pieces together into this song. Pretty fun experimenting this way.

***Warning: your toezies might get sore from all the tapping they’ll be doing.


lyrics / chorus:
"Everybody tells me I got to go
but I can't find the bridge to New Funk City"


All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve. :)

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Mark's Album (post-2020)

New Funk City (where’s da bridge at?)

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)

From the album "Röckers" (2024)

Lyrics:
Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet
Yeah, it's not the closeness
But the distance
That make people reveal themselves to you
Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet

Sitting in an airplane seat
Next to my ticketed passengers
Maybe it was the tight seating that created a false sense of intimacy
Maybe she was just covering up the silence
She told how she had been sick as a child
And how she always secretly blamed her mother.
Maybe she had taken comfort in an anonymous and friendly face
I've always been told I have an anonymous and friendly face

Primordial ooze climbed from the sea
Marauding villagers freak
A curated killing spree
Birds of prey stick together 
And so should we

Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet
They will unburden themselves to a total stranger
All their lovers
The family secrets
Anthropologists say that human beings by nature  are a trusting species
It's our shared sense of community survival
Well, I've seen a change recently
Everybody suspicious of everybody else
What have we done?
To reverse thousand of years of human evolutionary behavior?

Primordial ooze climbed from the sea
Marauding villagers freak
A curated killing spree
Birds of prey stick together 
And so should we

Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet.

Strangers Are The Most Interesting People That You'll Meet

Sunday Muse

lyrics

Show me what's above and between
The real things
The real things
Mind's been in the clouds but the people
The people they wait, they wait
The reaction in your eyes it tells me
Tells me to feel
Tells me to feel

These are real things
Yeah they're real things
Show me what's above and between
The real things
The real things

Close the door that I still see through
I'm going in for the kill
In for the kill
Silver skies but it is night time
Show me something real
Something real
The reaction in your eyes it tells me
Tells me to feel
Tells me to feel

Ah the real things
These are the real things
the real things

Patterned colors lead a path to my front door
To my front door
I stare at the metal pythons while their evidence bleeds
Their evidence bleeds

up to here

Real Things

Rocket

Liquid Blue

Pristine Trash ( Lord Zar )

Official Music Video | Clip officiel : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQpbhx_Oavs

Produced and arranged by Shane Watt and Marie-Noëlle Reyntjens
Mastered by Fran Ashcroft
Music and lyrics by Marie-Noëlle Reyntjens except for "secretly": written by Len Arran and Skin

Marie-Noëlle Reyntjens: vocals, back-up vocals, piano, keyboard, glockenspiel and percussion
Shane Watt: bass, acoustic and electric guitar, drums, percussion, glockenspiel, keyboard, programming and back-up vocals
Blaise Watt: electric guitar and back-up vocals

No heart feelings

myself

Dublin based music producer, songwriter and musician. Here to listen, share and enjoy music.

Sculptures

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