Written, Arranged, Performed and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Enfranchisement

When the railway runs along the coast, right beside the sea, there are many tunnels. Sometimes they’re so narrow that two tracks must draw near to one another to pass through. That’s how a strange love story begins between them.
This is a song I wrote around the year 2000, one of my last. I think it has a good mood. I’ve remixed and partially rearranged it.
You can still hear the warm tone of the Washburn, along with the old Yamaha’s sounds (including the flute). The sax — reworked by me  — is kindly provided by Dropgun Samples.
Still, as always, everything is very handcrafted.

Below is the English translation of the lyrics.

They converged at the tunnel’s mouth,
suddenly parallel —
twins of the railway.
They looked at each other, studied each other,
just enough
to not quite grasp
how much the one beside you knows of you.
They hesitated, thinking of the road behind:
companions in adventure,
but now unsure why.
And then they stared at the night gaping inside the tunnel:
a magnificent promise
to be traveled on the thread of fantasy.

“Inside this darkness, maybe we will never part,
under this shadow, maybe you’ll finally know me,
after this night, who knows where you’ll fall asleep —
perhaps closer to the sea…”

They parted at the tunnel’s edge,
but a narrow wall concealed a silence
charged with jealousy,
shaped like fear — fear of that strange kind of courtesy,
fear of the light,
fear of the end of the tunnel.
“Parallel track,
mirror born of the railway,
traitorous twin,
lover made of parody.
Don’t tell me that
after this darkness we’ll never part,
that under this shadow you’ll finally touch me,
that after this night, who knows where you’ll take me —
perhaps down by the sea…”

And at the end of that masterpiece of engineering,
only one of them
came rushing out of the tunnel;
on instinct, he turned and saw
that the sea was beside him,
and under the sea, the sky,
and beneath the sky — who knows what lies...

“After this darkness, surely we will never part,
inside this shadow, surely you’ll let go,
after this night, I cannot say where you’ll fall asleep —
perhaps closer to the sea…”

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Confluirono all'ingresso della galleria
improvvisamente paralleli 
gemelli della ferrovia.
Si guardarono, si studiarono quel tanto che
non basta a misurare sino in fondo
quello che hai di fianco cosa sa di te.
Indugiarono, pensarono alla strada dietro di sé:
compagni di avventura,
ma ora non capivano perché.
E poi guardarono la notte spalancata nella galleria:
magnifica promessa
da viaggiare sul filo della fantasia

"dentro questo buio forse noi non ci separeremo mai,
sotto questo scuro tu finalmente mi conoscerai,
dopo questa notte poi non so dire dove ti addormenterai,
forse più vicino al mare ..."

Si congedarono sulla bocca della galleria,
ma parete stretta nasconde silenzio
fatto a carica di gelosia,
fatto a forma di paura di quella stranissima cortesia,
paura della luce
paura della fine della galleria.
"Binario parallelo,
specchio generato dalla ferrovia,
gemello traditore,
amante da parodia.
Non dirmi che 
dopo questo buio noi non ci separaremo mai,
che sotto questo scuro tu finalmente mi toccherai,
che dopo questa notte poi chissà dove mi accompagnerai,
forse giù vicino al mare ..."

E alla fine di quel capolavoro di ingegneria,
di loro uno solo
usciva di corsa dalla galleria;
d'istinto si voltò e vide che
c'era il mare di fianco a sé,
e sotto il mare il cielo,
e sotto il cielo chissa cosa c'è ...

"dopo questo buio certo noi non ci separeremo mai,
dentro questo scuro tu sicuramente ti abbandonerai,
dopo questa notte poi non so dire dove ti addormenterai,
forse più vicino al mare ..."

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Composed by Michele Ansani (1999)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, May 16

Down by the sea [Viaggio di nozze] *

432 Hz A - 115 Bpm

Cover art designed by Scratch Kelly
https://soundcloud.com/scratchkelly

Lyrics

Lasered to sense,
Even Sir Rich gets moved
When perusing the world of poetic blues
Where articulated real meets perfection
'Found questionable thought to his atomic interjection

Softly, softly says Professor Neil
Let's take their hands when want meets zeal
Dawkins holds that military mind
New domination for human kind

Only truth,
Call out the lies.
There's enough for our youth in sciences prize
It's poetry this reality
Generalized, it's just wonderfully free

This Plato brain does wander away
I try and imagine all sides of all way
Then we connect with everyone
Changing minds doesn't matter
The door is open

Notes
Richard Dawkins is one of the greatest thinkers of our time and possibly the very best at articulating our reality as he honestly sees it. He fights ignorance with such pure truth I'd be scared to debate him on the spirit world .. But I would love to and I think there's a very real conversation to be had asking him how he fills the gaps in science about consciousness and his dismissal of spiritually and an afterlife given those limited explanations of our conscious world... Dawkins is an evolutionary biologist and a wonderful author.

This song was inspired largely by Dawkins and his want, now to project what he sees as the purest of poetry... The truth about our existence. He is well worth a permanent rabbit hole along with his team mate Professor Neil Di Grasse Tyson an Astrophysicist.

So I guess this song is giving them a hand.

Joining me very so amazingly is Scratch Kelly, Sarah from Australia. When I finished making the song Sarah came into my mind immediately as the perfect voice to accompany me. Then Sarah messaged me on another track well we have the wonderful result of our first and without doubt not our last collaboration. Thanks a million Sarah and fair play for making this perfect.

From my few short chats with Sarah I believe we both have a nice grounded view on reality but also like to be philosophical about life in healthy doses. I guess that's where we might find some new normals we can all enjoy together on this planet and that makes me happy to have those positive thoughts to bring from now into the future , expand them and continue our beautiful journey of sharing. This collaboration is a wonderful highlight of that being effortless if we want it to be and still as fruitful as ever. This is true Poetry in Reality as Sir Richard Dawkins wants us to project ✨ & quite poetically we are 17,695 km apart. Thanks Planet Earth and Thank you infinity Sarah

Reality in Poetry

LYRICS

I'm the people pleaser
What can I do for you today?
Today
I'm the people pleaser
Tell me what you need and I'll say
Hey yeah yeah
You need a dime, I'll give a five
You need a lift and I'll buy you a car
I'm the people pleaser
What do you need, I'll make sure
I'll make sure, I'll make sure, I'll make sure

People Pleasing is killing me
People pleasing is wearing me down
People pleasing is killing me
People pleasing is gonna make me leave this town

I'm the people pleaser
I'm scared to say what I gotta say
Gotta say
I'm the people pleaser
Give me what time and I'll plan to stay
plan the day
You need a dime, I'll give you five
You need a lift, I'll buy you a car
I'm the people pleaser
What do you need, I'll make sure
I'll make sure, I'll make sure, I'll make sure

People Pleaser

Storm Tears

Cover art: Publicity photo of American television host, Chuck Barris promoting the June 14, 1976 premiere of the NBC reality talent show The Gong Show.

The world can be an unpredictable dog eat dog kind of place full of all sorts of all sorts of people who can get under your skin
Sometimes you just have to smile and nod and keep your feelings to yourself and try your best just to just to take it on the chin
And there’s people who seem friendly, but they’ve got a knife in their hand behind their back
And they’re waiting for the right moment to attack
There used to be a TV show, where you could dance or sing a song
and if the judges didn’t like your performance, they would strike a gong
It sure would be nice if you could walk around with a mallet in your hand every day
And you had access to a gong you that you could strike and make annoying people go away
It sure would be nice to have that kind of power
Amateur performers of dubious talent, trying to win a small prize
Five hundred sixteen dollars and 32 cents, You could see the hunger in their eyes
Chuck Barris hosting on that Burbank stage, he knew the people competing were toast
But he smiled and tried to encourage them and be a good friendly host
The dinosaurs ruled the earth for millions of years until the asteroid struck
it was like a giant cosmic gong
Mammals arose from the rubble and now humans rule the earth, but we haven’t been around for nearly so long
We’re all just making it up as we go along hoping somebody doesn’t strike that gong
It sure would be nice if real life was more like that old Gong Show
And you could get a large gong attach it to wheels and take it wherever you go
You could follow in the footsteps of Chuck Barris and be your own gong show emcee
And whenever people start to annoy you -you could strike that gong and make them flee
He wrote a book called Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
Chuck Barris was one of a kind.

The Gong Show

She should have left that damn bird alone

Mama Saw A Bird

Dear friends, I sit here philosophizing. Since the beginning of time, reproduction has been essential. Love seems to boost reproduction. And I believe that our bees feel love for the flowers they pollinate!

The Crew of Love

In springtime we may see the busy crew of love begins to act
they create all the wonders that nature provides
it must be something that we hardly understand
how it began, it is a mystery, who made these flowers for us  
They are the signs that life is going on

The crew also consists of creatures who are lively and diligent
it buzzes and it chirps all over our little park
it must be something that we hardly understand
how it began, it is a mystery, who made these flowers for us 
They are the signs that life is going on

The flowers of all our trees create clouds that are fragrant and magical
and I will never leave my dear home
it must be something that we hardly understand
how it began, it is a mystery, who made these flowers for us 
They are the signs that life is going on

I sit here and I think how terrible it would be if bombs start to fall down  
as they do on the Middle, East coast and in Ukraine
it must be something that we hardly understand
how it began, it is a mystery, who made these missisles for them 
They are the signs that life may take an end

The Crew of Love  (Lyrics in description)- 2025-05-31 13.17

Salut, voici Jezibaba en solo joué lors du concert au quart d'heure à Labarthe sur Lèze (31) le vendredi 30 juin 2025, j'espère que cette version vous plaira : 
https://youtu.be/xXj-fzG8M-s

Mathieu Torres est un projet intimiste jazz - rock - blues - funk hip hop - qui jongle entre old school et modernité, porté par un son de guitare rond, vivant, chaud, organique dont l'objectif est d'arpenter des terrains cosys, calmes et poétiques.

Le morceau est téléchargeable gratuitement

Jezibaba - live  //   Video in description   //  Free download

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I couldn't resist revisiting my tilt at this 1980's classic from The Korgis, now with Rick!

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@phil-mcwalter: Learning The Other Stuff

Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime - The Korgis

Change your heart
Look around you
Change your heart
It will astound you
I need your lovin'
Like the sunshine

And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime

Yea ea eah

Songwriting credit: James Edward Warren / The Korgis

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