CHANTONS NOEL (#CHRISTMAS SONG)
A little nod to this Christmas period, a 90´ Disco style track that I composed and arranged with extracts from traditional Christmas songs, for Rémy BRICKA, a French singer and orchestra from the 80s.… Without doubt, the 1st Christmas collection realized in FRANCE on an idea of ​​Jacky NEBOUT the text was written by Paride CANESTRARO.
It’s really for fun, of course, that I’m offering this track on S.C. 😀 Thank you for taking the time to listen to it.
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas
Dgé Breton 
Sacem protect
Records disque : POLYDOR
French Singer: Rémy BRICKA
Music and arr by Dgé breton
Lyrics by  Paridé CANESTRARO,


Un petit clin d'œil en cette période de Noel, un titre style Disco année 90´ que j’ ai composé et arrangé avec des extraits de chansons  traditionnel de Noel,  pour Rémy BRICKA un chanteur et homme orchestre  français des années 80. … sans doute,  le 1er Noel collection réalisé en FRANCE  sur une idée de Jacky NEBOUT le texte a été écrit par  Paride CANESTRARO.
C’ est vraiment pour le fun évidemment que je propose ce titre sur S.C 😀Merci de prendre le temps de l’ écouter.
Je souhaite a tous et a toutes un joyeux Noel
Dgé breton

Chantons Noel

Title says it all. Based on feelings I had when experiencing some difficult challengers in life.

Lost Without a Trace

Lost Without A Trace

I once knew a cat
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath


I once knew a cat
Who lived under the trailer
Where I worked,
And I brought her home
One cold winter morning
I made her bed that evening,
Next to mine
And she slept in it
As though the bed had been hers from the beginning,
And she purred throughout the night,
As the cold wind beat against the windows,
And she made a slight sound,
In what seemed as gratitude 
And from that day on,
We shared a deep bond,

Of all the pets I’ve had,
And I had many before her,
She was my closest,
And the best friend I ever had. 
And when I went about the house,
She’d follow me around,
Everywhere I went,
She was always at my side,
She was right there with me,
In the morning,
In the evening,
She was right by my side,
Until the day she had to go. 

On that day she slept forever. 
Forever my friend went away. 
On that day she slept forever. 
Forever my friend went away.

I Once Knew A Cat

Tu  Testo e musica di Flavio Pozzaglio 

Prendimi per ciò che sono
se vuoi difetti io ne ho
e ormai da tempo che li colleziono come fossero trofei
In uno c’è lei… lei

Sogno spesso ad occhi aperti
Cercando un senso a ciò che ho
Nascondo a tutto e tutti questa mia chiamiamola fragilità
E’ una giostra che va… va

Sciolgo nella pioggia i miei pensieri 
Come se non fossi mai stato la
Un nuovo giorno che mi sfiora ed ora 
in un’ altra notte dormirà in un altra notte dormirà

You - text and music by Flavio Pozzaglio

Take me for what they are
If you want defects I have them
and for some time now they have been collecting them as if they were trophies
In one there is her ... she

I often dream with open eyes
Looking for a sense to what I have
I hide from everything and all of mine my fragility
It is a carousel that goes ... goes

I dissolve my thoughts in the rain
As if I had never been the
A new day that touches me and now
On another night he will sleep on another night he will sleep

"...And as I'm an ass, I advise you to choose
An ass as the king of the land here;
We're founding the mighty donkey-realm,
Where only the asses command here..."


„The Electorate Donkeys“, aka "The Electoral Asses" by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856), a famous poet, novelist and journalist.
Best known outside Germany for his early lyric poetry, which was set to music in the form of lieder (art songs) by composers such as Robert Schumann and Franz Schubert. Heine's later verse and prose are distinguished by their satirical wit and irony. He is considered a member of the Young Germany movement. His radical political views led to many of his works being banned by German authorities—which, however, only added to his fame. He spent the last 25 years of his life as an expatriate in Paris.

A loud Hee-Haw to my donkey fellow https://soundcloud.com/33per on the other side of this unhinged world... 


Die Wahl-Esel 

Die Freiheit hat man satt am End’
Und die Republik der Tiere 
Begehrte, daß ein einz’ger Regent 
Sie absolut regiere 

Jedwede Tiergattung versammelte sich
 Wahlzettel wurden geschrieben
 Parteisucht wütete fürchterlich
Intrigen wurden getrieben
Das Komitee der Esel ward 
Von Alt-Langohren regieret
Sie hatten die Köpfe mit einer Kokard
Die schwarz-rot-gold, verzieret
Es gab eine kleine Pferdepartei
Doch wagte sie nicht zu stimmen
Sie hatte Angst vor dem Geschrei
 Der Alt-Langohren, der grimmen
Als einer jedoch die Kandidatur
 Des Rosses empfahl, mit Zeter 
Ein Alt-Langohr in die Rede ihm fuhr
Und schrie: Du bist ein Verräter!

Du bist ein Verräter, es fließt in dir 
Kein Tropfen vom Eselsblute
Du bist kein Esel, ich glaube schier
Dich warf eine welsche Stute

Du stammst vom Zebra vielleicht, die Haut 
Sie ist gestreift zebräisch 
Auch deiner Stimme näselnder Laut 
Klingt ziemlich ägyptisch-hebräisch

Und wärst du kein Fremdling, so bist du doch nur 
Verstandesesel, ein kalter
 Du kennst nicht die Tiefen der Eselsnatur 
Dir klingt nicht ihr mystischer Psalter
Ich aber versenkte die Seele ganz
 In jenes süße Gedösel
Ich bin ein Esel, in meinem Schwanz 
Ist jedes Haar ein Esel
Ich bin kein Römling, ich bin kein Slav 
Ein deutscher Esel bin ich
Gleich meinen Vätern 
Sie waren so brav 
So pflanzenwüchsig, so sinnig


Sie spielten nicht mit Galanterei
 Frivole Lasterspiele
Sie trabten täglich, frisch-fromm-fröhlich-frei
Mit ihren Säcken zur Mühle

Die Väter sind nicht tot! Im Grab 
Nur ihre Häute liegen
 Die sterblichen Hüllen 
Vom Himmel herab 
Schaun' sie auf uns mit Vergnügen

Verklärte Esel im Gloria-Licht! 
Wir wollen Euch immer gleichen
 Und niemals von dem Pfad der Pflicht 
Nur einen Fingerbreit weichen
O welche Wonne, ein Esel zu sein! 
Ein Enkel von solchen Langohren! 
Ich möcht es von allen Dächern schrein'
Ich bin als ein Esel geboren
Der große Esel, der mich erzeugt 
Er war von deutschem Stamme
Mit deutscher Eselsmilch gesäugt 
Hat mich die Mutter, die Mamme
Ich bin ein Esel, und will getreu
Wie meine Väter, die Alten 
An der alten, lieben Eselei
Am Eseltume halten

Und weil ich ein Esel, so rat ich Euch
Den Esel zum König zu wählen
Wir stiften das große Eselreich
Wo nur die Esel befehlen

Wir alle sind Esel! I-A! I-A! 
Wir sind keine Pferdeknechte
 Fort mit den Rossen! 
Es lebe, hurra! 
Der König vom Eselsgeschlechte!

So sprach der Patriot. Im Saal 
Die Esel Beifall rufen
 Sie waren alle national
 Und stampften mit den Hufen
Sie haben des Redners Haupt geschmückt 
Mit einem Eichenkranze
Er dankte stumm, und hochbeglückt 
Wedelt' er mit dem Schwanze

Die Wahl-Esel (Heine, 1855) ft 33per

Written when I had just turned 15 (1982). I had forgotten about it but someone found a tape of me singing it back then. I then purchased a  MacBook in 2020 and decided to record it as a learning exercise/demofor using GarageBand. Naive and simple, but an innocent song for challenging times.
Lyrics:

John the fisherman 

They call me John the fisherman 
And I can be seen every day
Working and risking my life as a fisherman 
Sailing out on the waves

I live in a cottage on a cliff, 
I never move far from the sea
I live on fish and homegrown peas
And sleep with a bible close to me

The only things I respect in my world
Are god and the sea 
For they both have claimed the lives of many who meant so much to me
(I say) I never fall in love any more
I’ve been hurt too many times
 (I tell them) I know all loves pitfalls 
I’ll leave that game to the fools! 

They call me John the fisherman 
They say that I’m so hard to please
I disagree with war and many policies 
And dislike people who criticise me

All my friends and family have long since gone
And I’m left with memories 
Some say I’m mad because I talk to myself 
It’s only because I’m lonely 

I wish I had someone to love
Someone to share my life
Someone to talk to on the cold winter nights
And cheer me as I grow old
I wish that I had grandchildren 
Who would smile and sit on my knee
I’d tell them stories of my life and would love them dearly 

They call me John the fisherman and I can be seen every day
Working and risking my life as a fisherman 
Sailing out on the waves

(Hymn to the sea) 
The sea provides but takes away 
It’s power demands respect
Our care and love are ours to give
To guard and to protect 

Our thoughts and prayers are offered up
For those at risk each day 
To feed us all, may they be safe
Working on the waves

James Whiteman 1981 Copyright 
 (Hymn to the sea James Whiteman 2020) Copyright

John the Fisherman

Supplicant

Heart - Shaped Hippy

I fly between two paths
above or below
But I'm the one who decides
the course of my destiny

Don't let me be your servant
I don't want a number on my chest
Of this world I reserve
Power makes you wicked

What will be of me
(daddy)
this is how i want to be
I do not regret

the course of my destiny
the course of my destiny


And it's been a long time
And I feel the same pain
Today I went a little crazy
And I don't want your love anymore

Don't let me be your servant
I don't want a number on my chest
Of this world I reserve
Power makes you wicked


What will be of me
(daddy)
this is how i want to be
I do not regret
I do not regret

No Me Arrepiento

This is a song in which I mixed atmospheric sounds with a touch of pop
framed by a text that is autobiographical.

Ambition

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 02/2021.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti
Special thanks to my friend Nadège for the beautiful photo of Venice.
I take this opportunity to thank all my friends who kindly wished me my birthday. Born on February 14, Valentine's Day.

Romantic Love

Born on Valentine's Day,
i have romantic love,
today or yesterday,
i would stay romantic love,
romantic love,

Like a trip to Venice,
i will be forever a romantic love,
and when I fly to the sky,
I would take with me my romantic love,
my romantic love...

Romantic Love

Autodidatta Musicista Polistrumentista, Arrangiatore e  Cantante. inizia sin da giovanissimo  a manifestare una spiccata e istintiva propensione per il ritmo e la musica  
E' Compositore, Autore e compone nel cd Il Cuore fa di Irene Fargo il brano Libellula, "canzone che in una veste apparentemente delicata, descrive il grande dramma della pedofilia vista dagli occhi di un bambino".
One Man Band della musica pubblicata qui, alla composizione al master.  ;))
Buon Ascolto! se vi va lasciate un commento o un like mi farà piacere! GRAZIE!🌟

Tu

Flavio Pozzaglio (Rufus)