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I close my POTENCIAL BIÓTICO album with this contemporary revival of a philosophical song I wrote 19 years ago when my grandpa died.

Could describe it as a requiem for guitar quartet, 2 voices, rhythmic base & church bell (you may know the piano version at https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/sets/piano-sessions-2012 album).

A mostly slow piece with lotta soul and no artistic ambition (but a little ‘Pros&Cons’ air to the end ;).

Church bell sound built with kind help by https://soundcloud.com/spyro9474

Piano version: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/miedo-al-cambio-piano-version

Image: "Poppy fields in Benifallim", photo by Ruizzoidman

Letra / lyrics:

Miedo al cambio,  /  Fear of the change,
incómodo trabajo;  /  uncomfortable work;
molesto planteamiento:  /  annoying approach:
no me gusta lo inesperado.  /  I don’t like the unexpected.
  
A lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a ver las cosas cambiadas de sitio.  /  to see the things moved from place.
Ver a la gente irse al otro lado  /  Watching people going to the other side
es duro si piensas que todo  /  is hard if you think that everything
será siempre lo mismo.  /  will be always the same.

Ay, lo mismo ...  /  Ay, the same thing ...
ah, lo mismo ...  /  ah, the same thing ...
ay, lo mismo a mí...  /  ay, the same to me...
  
No he sabido reaccionar,  /  I didn’t know how to react,
atrapado en mi infantil ilusión   /  trapped in my infantile illusion
de que nada cambia,  /  where nothing changes,
ah, tengo que darme cuenta de lo que pasa,  /  ah, I must realize of what happens,
ay, tengo que salir de esta caja.  /  ah, I have to go out of this box.

a lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a las sorpresas de la vida,  /  to the surprises of life,
a nuevos planes que no había planeado,  /  to new plans I had not planned,
no me acostumbro a considerar  /  I don’t get used to consider
una opción distinta.  /  a different option.

Ay, distinta ...  /  Ay, different ...
ay, distinta ...  /  ay, different ...
ah, distinta a mí,  /  ah, different from me,
a mi pensamiento,   /  from my thought,
a mi forma de ser,   /  from my way of being,
a mi manera de verlo...  /  from the way I see it...

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

Miedo al cambio (Acostumbrado)

Fly up in Rainbow Colors /   Dedicated To Trancix(Sean, Traci & cats) !

composed, arranged and perfomed by andrea veltroni 2017
from the short film of Giovanni Bufalini "Scendere". here the video: http://trailersfilmfest.ivid.it/concorso-pitchtrailer-2017-2/ and here:https://vimeo.com/222938937. All right reserved, SIAE. buy here https://andreaveltroni.bandcamp.com/album/noir

SCENDERE (see the trailer inside)

Des ordures, des déchets,
Rien que du gaspillage,
On jette tout sans regret
Comme des enfants pas sages.
Au fur et à mesure,
On tronçonne, on arase,
Un peu moins de verdure
Dans tous nos paysages.
 
Réactions climatiques
Sur lesquelles nous jouons,
Les glaces de l’antarctique
Un beau jour nous aurons.
Le niveau de la mer
Qui ne cesse de monter
Pour manger notre terre
A en perdre le pied.
 
Il va falloir repeindre un jour,
Lui redonner des arcs en ciel,
Cette planète en mal d’amour,
Pour la rendre plus belle.
L’image de cette terre
D’une si triste pâleur
Il faudra la refaire,
En mettant des couleurs.
 
Les orages qui se fâchent,
Les cyclones qui avancent,
Qui se jouent sans relâche,
Pour en prendre leur revanche.
Et cette couche d’ozone,
Qui se creuse de trous,
Puis toute cette faune
Qui se meurt de dégoût.
 
C’est pas drôle cette histoire
Que celle du destructeur,
A force de ne rien voir,
Paiera cher ses erreurs.
Nous nous croyons si forts,
Et au-dessus de tout
Ce qui fait tous nos torts,
Nous mettra à genou.
 
Il va falloir repeindre un jour,
Lui redonner des arcs en ciel,
Cette planète en mal d’amour,
Pour la rendre plus belle.
L’image de cette terre
D’une si triste pâleur
Il faudra la refaire,
En mettant des couleurs.
 
Il va falloir……

UNE PLANETE EN MAL D'AMOUR (Chanson tristement d'actualité)

Written by David Bowie and Brian Eno
Performed and produced by She's Excited!
Mastered by Subwav Mastering Services: http://subwav.com/music-mastering-services/
Artwork by Lindsay Weitzman: https://www.instagram.com/linds_see_/
Distributed by Teknofonic: https://teknofonic.com/

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Hallo Spaceboy
(Lyrics by David Bowie)

Spaceboy, you're sleepy now
Your silhouette is so stationary
You're released but your custody calls
And I want to be free
Don't you want to be free
Do you like girls or boys
It's confusing these days
But moondust will cover you
Cover you
This chaos is killing me

So bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love
This chaos is killing me

Hallo Spaceboy
You're sleepy now
You're silhouette
So stationary
You're released but your custody calls
And I want to be free
Don't you want to be free
Do you like girls or boys
It's confusing these days
But moondust will cover you
Cover you

And the chaos is killing me
Yeah bye bye love
So bye bye love
Be sweet, sweet love
Bye bye Spaceboy

Hallo Spaceboy

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Old Story (Single)

Old Story

(Old Skool Rave Mini Mix 90s)

Written by Echo and the Bunnymen
All instruments, mix, master by D3

"Jimmy Brown
Made of stone
Charlie Clown
No way home
Bring on the dancing horses
Headless and all alone

Shiver and say the words
Of every lie you've heard

First I'm gonna make it
Then I'm gonna break it
Till it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while I'm breaking
Your brittle heart

Billy stands
All alone
Sinking sand
Skin and bone
Bring on the dancing horses
Wherever they may roam

Shiver and say the words
Of every lie you've heard

First I'm gonna make it
Then I'm gonna break it
Till it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while I'm breaking
Your brittle heart

Brittle heart
Brittle heart
And my little heart
Goes

Jimmy Brown
Made of stone
Charlie Clown
No way home
Bring on the headless horses
Wherever they may roam

Shiver and say the words
Of every lie you've heard

First I'm gonna make it
Then I'm gonna break it
Till it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while you're breaking
My brittle heart

Brittle heart
Brittle heart
And our little heart
Goes

Bring on the new messiah
Wherever he may roam
Bring on the new messiah
Wherever he may roam
Bring on the new messiah
Wherever he may roam"

Bring On The Dancing Horses  - Piano Version

JOY RIDE

Composed & Produced By: Chivicke 
HomeStudio Productions ©2015
Image: my mom in 1949


I composed this music a few days after my dear mom started her last trip four years ago. I do not know if it has any musical value, but I can assure that it came out of my childhood heart. I wrote it hypnotically in one night. Spontaneously I plastered in this piece the mixture of rage and tenderness that seized me at that moment. I feel a certain intimate blush when publishing it, but all music is born to be heard and that is how it takes its sense.

Elegy for my mom

ALL THE SAME GAME
Vocals: LOU6 - Ian Greaves
https://soundcloud.com/lou6-224024339/vocal-88-bpm-the-game-deconstructed
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1
Music, Arrangement and Production: Lillithe

ALL THE SAME GAME   LOU6 / Lillithe

EST-CE UN BRIN D’HERBE OU EST-CE UN SYCOMORE
SUIS-JE EN ENFER OU BIEN AUX COMORES?

WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU LADYBUG
THAT YOU ARE SWEEPING THERE UNDER THE RUG
COULD IT BE LOVE?

COCCINELLE DO YOU STILL GET YOUR KICKS
FROM A STAIRWAY TO HELL TO THE ROUTE 66
ET QU’AS-TU FAIT DE TES AILES A MON TALON D’ACHILLE
HELL
SHIT

HEY YOU MISTER YOU-MAN 
GROWING SMALLER 
OVERTIME

HOWDY MISS MOODY WHAT’S WITH YOU TODAY
HIDING YOUR BODY IN YOUR BUGGY’S WAY
COULD IT BE LOVE?

HEY YOU  MISTER  BEE-MAN
GROWING DRYER
OVERLAND 

HEY COCCINELLE WON’T YOU BREAK THE SPELL
THE SPIDER MAKES THE WEB AND THE WEB TURNS INTO A SPY

HEY YOU MISTER E-MAN
SINKING DEEPER
OVERSEA

EST-CE UN BRIN D’HERBE OU EST-CE UN SYCOMORE
SUIS-JE EN BOIS VERT OU SUIS-JE DÉJÀ MORT?
WHAT WILL YOUR NEXT COLORS BE LADYBUG
YOUR BLACKS AND REDS DROPPED OVER THE MUD
COULD IT BE LOVE?

THE LADYBUG AND THE E-MAN (Lyrics)

This one's for Emily Remler and Pat Metheny, two hugely important musicians in my development.

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

Fooling Around

I think this track started 2 years ago. I remember talking about the vision with Jamie on the phone and then Jamie sent me a bunch of stems to choose from. I chose the standing bass and recorded my verse with a 90’s vibe in mind. I sent the track over to Russell to add some guitars, he sent that funk rock intro and riff back, and then I don’t know what happened after that? A bunch of other songs got made and the vision for this track expanded to include cutting my second verse and bringing Jon Lock in on vocals. Then the song sat again. Jon and I even started and completed And So You Say and Training Day after we had already got this song started. Since this track was visioned to be part of the first song on the set with Training Day, eventually it had to be completed. Wou-Wou then join in with his synths, rhythm guitar over Jon’s part, and some additional guitar over the first section. This gave the track the final fire it needed and Russell mixed and mastered it like a champ!

As always, massive thanks to Wou-Wou and Russell who have been regular collaborators on so many projects, on SoundCloud, Facebook, and Bandcamp. Wou and Russell will always be the core of my musical team. Thanks for being great friends! 
Big thanks also to Jon, who I have worked with on 3 songs now, with 2 more in the works already! 
And thanks to Jamie for all his patience, support, and for the completion of our second project together!   

This song goes out to all the music nerds, appreciators, and lovers with strong opinions. Keep those conversations going. I spent many, many years, going to the record store several times a week, hanging and talking with the staff, some who became good friends. 

Jamie Rhind: Standing Bass 
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind
Jon Lock: Lyrics and Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Guitar and Synths
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
Russell Sinfield: Guitar, Mixing and Mastering
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production, and Art

Lyrics 

Everything changes 
Nothing stays the same 
I used to hate it when my people would say it's a shame 
Stating that the games gone lame 
Claiming that today the music is wack 
At times I would refrain and take a step back
But most of the time I would counter attack 
Back in the day, we would say, Clever repartee 
When we were clowning around 
But now a days we taking the things a bit more serious 
Or maybe it's just me, see 
I ain't playing around as much as I used to be 
Conversations at a minimal 
It's not that I'm more critical or cynical 
It's that I am a more apathetic individual
I  just don't care 
Call me hypocritical 
I be like that's fair 
Yo
What happened to all the innovators, rhyme slayers, originality generators
You know
There really all still there
Back in the days we had to dig in the crates
Looking for the lessor known greats
I guess that's still the way it operates 
Hates a narrow minded state 
And It take effort to educate
So 
I’ma stay open and keep on diggin’ 
Vibin' on the sounds that I be hearin’ 
Yea 
And you know it's like that 
And you know and you know and you know it's like that 
Keep keep on, keep keep on
keep keep keep on

And you know it’s like that

Here comes the backup plan
The man without a name
Don’t want to be no star
Just musical acclaim 
Brush back those famous hats like children in the street
I’m gonna sing a bit while Couch King cracks the beat
Whoa baby now shake
Like momma told you now
Whoa baby now shake
Like this was made for
This is a slice of funk
USDA prime
Let it get to your head
You will feel fine
Poetry in motion
Images in time
Back beats and refined commotion 
Aged like fine wine 

Any you know it’s like that

Jamie Rhind, Jon Lock, Wou-Wou, Russell & the Couch King - You Know (It's Like That)

Our 7th track together. Another wonderful experience working with the supremely talented UK producer, Spiralizer. A great Alan Parson's vibe to the mix. As always, the devil is in the details. BTW, the Pope has this track on his ipod.

Produced by Spiralizer
@spiralizer

Pelegrim/Spiralizer collaborations: https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/pelegrim-spiralizer-cobalt

Photograph: Detail of the ceiling in the Basilica of Santa Maria in Ara Coeli, Rome Italy

Ultramontaine (In The Holy City) | Belial Pelegrim & Spiralizer

sheL be right  - [soundboard tinkerers - original]

music and vocals - soundboard tinkerers
produced by soundboard tinkerers oct 2019

 'sheL be right' is a well used Australian saying that is like a blind faith that everything will be alright; sometimes it works out - sometimes it turns bad;)
and
she is always right

sheL be right  

hey hey                       
she talks so fast hey hey hey
taking my my breath away
saying it all all th way
shipping it far far away
all those words so near my face
disappears without a trace
slipping it all all away
slip slip far away
light seers thru th eyes
shapes slip slip slip away
thoughts drift here an gone
opening up up up th way
so all that is that is in time
is also out so far away
slipping it all all away
slip slip slip slip so far away
comes another day - another easy day yeah
a walk in th park - stars up in th night
sheL be right . . . alright  yeah  

hope is a wonderful thing  . . . eyes tight
listen up for talks hey hey yeah
all at once for five a day
saying it all all th way
sending it far far away
thru the eyes jus for fun
sliding off th nose yeah
getting it witha teetha
opening up up the way
step in th real dream
sheL be right alright!
sheL be right right right
sheL be right alright!
comes another day - another easy day yeah
a walk in th park - stars up in th night
sheL be right . . . sheL be right alright yeah

hey hey             

she talks so fast hey hey
taking my my breath away
saying it all all th way
shipping it far far away
all those words so near my face
disappears without a trace
slipping it all all away
slip slip far away
hey what you did not want to know
gets hard-er an hard-er to catch
hey what you did not want to know
is what you really need to know
comes another day - another easy day yeah
a walk in th park - stars up in th night
sheL be right . . . sheL be right alright yeah


lyrics – johns of soundboard tinkerers sept 2019

sheL be right  - [soundboard tinkerers - original]

Fortunately, there are many good mothers and increasingly also good fathers in the world. However, there are exceptions to this rule. In the case of fathers, these exceptions have been seen for some time and violent fathers in particular are sanctioned more quickly and the affected children are better protected from them. 
Violent mothers are still a big taboo topic. This may have something to do with the fact that they usually express their violence more covertly and subtly than violent fathers. 
The following song is based on numerous experiences of children who have become victims of maternal violence. Representative for this is a story told by a 12-year-old boy who fled from his violent mother to his father (both parents had been separated for a long time).   

Mother Violence

Glassy eyes, frightened look
Pale face, far removed from happiness

Early adult, was never a child
Was mother's slave, repressed whirlwind

His own will was broken, forbidden to resist
Every no from him was punished 
Futile pleading

Subtle, hidden and cold
Mother Violence

Neighbors all look the other way
Just hands off the dirt

Remember, moms are just sweet
Violence never comes from mothers, the fathers are the swines
Step up to the lying club, come in, let the doubt be, don't want to be Outside, otherwise you will become the swine

Locked up in the cellar, deportation arrest.
At night on the street, so scared to death

Top-Secret blows, was always to blame
Always mental torture, day-to-day turmoil

One day he broke out from home, fled to his good father
Seemed liberated, but next morning a hangover came 

Subtle, hidden and cold
Mother Violence

Outwardly quite sweet and nice, she pulled her spider's web 
Around his exile
Youth Welfare fell for her, saw only her saint`s shine

The blind choir sang: 
Only fathers can be perpetrators, mothers are so weak and small. 

Subtle, hidden and cold
Mother Violence
Subtle, hidden and cold
Mother Violence
Subtle, hidden and cold,
Mother Violence

Mother Violence

Sensit Otium
Music: Paploviante 2019
Vocals: www.Ghosthack.de
Artwork Paploviante with Swift Publisher 5

Sensit Otium

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