Name: Marco Polo by Francesco Cartocci in One Humankind: 25 Tasty songs from the SoundCloud community
Duration: 5 min 4 s
Description: Year 1271. Marco Polo, still a teenager, leaves Venice with his father for a long journey along the Silk Road, a journey lasted years that will take him to China, crossing Asia, unknown places and ancient cities. Trebizond, Baghdad, Samarkand, Beijing up to Xanadu at the court of Kubilai Khan. Years later he will write "Il Milione", the story of that incredible journey.

the piano is like the rhythm of riding a train or floating on a boat and the violas are the scene that pass by the window. on and on and on and on. beautiful and hearfelt

Masterful composition absolutely beautiful

Là aussi , c'est la classe. De la respiration et de la profondeur.

While in the neighborhood, had to give this gorgeous piece another listen.  So beautifully written and performed.

Very elegant work with fine orchestration!

One Humankind: 25 Tasty songs from the SoundCloud community

The Rendezvous

collab with the brilliant @sarahlettes
@robbartholemew sax

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TheTouch

The touch of your hand 
Excites me
The feel of your skin 
Ignites me
And as  I recall 
The rest of it all
I feel as if I’m about to fall
I can’t wait
I just can’t wait 
To see you again

Every moment we’re apart
Cast a shadow on my heart
And when you’re away
the skies turns dark and grey

The sound of your voice
Is like heaven  to my ears
The smell of your perfume 
Is like flowers in full bloom
And as I recall 
The rest of it all
I feel as if I’m about to fall
I can’t wait
I just can’t wait 
To see you again

Solo

There’s no distance I wouldn’t go
No hardship I wouldn’t know
Just to lay by your side
And leave the world behind

The touch of your hand
Excites me
The feel of your skin
Ignites me
And as I recall 
The rest of it all
I feel as if I’m about to fall
I can’t wait
I just can’t wait 
To see you again
I can’t wait
I just can’t wait
To hold you again

TheTouch

Fading Things

Fading things fading after me
 Faded pictures in my mind
 Fragile things break quietly 
 Vultures circling about 

And I’ll ﬂy away with you to a sky all made for you where your eyes get back their youth

Painted wings failing suddenly
 Angels shatter in the dark
 Instincts lead you ﬂee society
 Old desires win your mind

And I’ll runaway with you while the sun delays the moon and your troubles pass you through
And I’ll ﬂy away with you to a sky all made for you where your eyes get back their youth.

Fading Things

A Journal of Nonsense by Clay Young & Becky Coleman

Outlaw Biker Dude

A folk/bluesy kinda feel, bout going with your intuition.

With You

I’m Going home

All the things that I have to tell her remain unspoken
The right words just don’t show up, within my mind
All I ask is How're you doing, are you happy?
Don’t dare to ask if she has a lover, or a child

So long I’ve waited to see her again
And now I don’t know what to do or when
I’m going home
Each night I feel that my lover’s heart is beating only for her
But I’m going home

At last we make a move, our chairs a bit closer
I smell her hair and touch her left knee with my hand
A warm pain runs through my heart as she says no lover
Has ever meant very much to her

So long I’ve waited to see her again
And now I don’t know what to do or when
I’m going home
Each night I feel that my lover’s heart is beating only for her
But I’m going home

After closing time I linger by her blue car
Until we finely kiss and she says goodbye
Then she starts her car and she leaves me standing
Alone with my shadow in an empty parkinglot

So long I’ve waited to see her again
And now I don’t know what to do or when
I’m going home
Each night I feel that my lover’s heart is beating only for her
But I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home

I'm Going Home

Speak For Love (Brian Peters)

Little Lady stepped out into the world
Little Lady was still mama’s little girl
One baby later, she was still twenty-five
Her marriage on the rocks but she was glad to be alive

And love is blinded in innocence
And love is calling out for defence

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

Little Man went walking in his daddy’s boots
Little Man was just following his roots
Wild dreams and schemes on the stock exchanges
Wild oats and loneliness among total strangers

And love is crying out to be heard
And love is holding out the living word

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

**Some talk about the third world debt
Some talk about a nuclear threat
Some talk about inner city crime
Some talk about intelligent design
Some talk about corporate greed
Some talk about terminator seeds
Some talk about the ascetic life
Some talk about simeon stylites**

And love is knocking at the door
And love is undergirding every law

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

**Some talk about global warming
Some talk about turbine farming
Some talk about genetic cloning
Some talk about the lunar landings
Some talk about ghetto thugs
Some talk about the superbug
Some talk about democracy
Some talk about conspiracy

Some talk about the world trade towers
Some talk about a one world power
Some talk about save the whales
Some talk about fairytales
Some talk about visual highlights
Some talk about navigation satellites**
…(to fade)

Speak For Love

Year 1271. Marco Polo, still a teenager, leaves Venice with his father for a long journey along the Silk Road, a journey lasted years that will take him to China, crossing Asia, unknown places and ancient cities. Trebizond, Baghdad, Samarkand, Beijing up to Xanadu at the court of Kubilai Khan. Years later he will write "Il Milione", the story of that incredible journey.

Marco Polo

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Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
My medicine, my medicine
My medicine, my medicine
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I got scars on my liver from this banquet drink
A honey on my mind, she don't feel the same
Running from my thoughts cause' they all cause pain
Tryin' to forget, so I drink it away
Yeah, I drank a fifth of liquor cause' I gotta keep sane
But you always gotta haunt me with your toxic traits
I'll drink it away, I'll drink it away, I'll drink it away
What have I done wrong to be shackled to your scars?
And your insecurities poking at me like a cattle prod
What have I done wrong to be shackled to your scars?
And your insecurities poking at me like a cattle prod
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I'm not enough
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Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
My medicine, my medicine
My medicine, my medicine
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Going on ten long years, I tried
Now I feel myself has died
All those lonely nights I cried
I wanted a girl that would ride or die
Waging war inside my mind
But now we've run all out of time
Hold you up like a star, you'd shine
But now you're damned, no light of mine
My medicine, this heavy sin
You're fuck ups got me fucked up in the head again
My medicine, my medicine
-------------------------------------------------------
Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
My medicine, my medicine
My medicine, my medicine

Liver Damage [feat. Kyle Updyke]

ChopChop

Janine: voice, lyrics, vocal melody, artwork https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson

Jonathan: initial music, instruments, mix

This is humankind
This is humankind

You hear the word god
You hear the word profit
you hear the word bullet
and you find yourself exploding

And although it should be clear
You will make yourself a witness
And the dais is a pulpit
Oh! your reverence is showing

This is humankind
This is humankind

you hear the word them
you hear it from your prophets
you hear the word trigger
and you find yourself imploding

And although it’s antithetic
You will worship disagreement
At your church of unforgiveness
Oh! your reverence is showing

Do not fret your thumping heart
We are humankind
This is just the way things are
This is humankind

This is humankind

To know your opposition
Feels like a new narcotic
You rely on distribution
Your opinion is the tonic

And although it should be clear
You’ll forget that you were something
And the answers will be soothing
Aw your reverence is showing

This is humankind
This is humankind

You hear the word god
You hear the word profit
you hear the word bullet
and you find yourself exploding

And although it should be clear
You will make yourself a witness
And the dais is a pulpit
Oh! your reverence is showing

This is humankind
This is humankind

This is humankind
This is humankind
This is humankind
This is humankind

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Hi!
I am a bass, double bass and guitar player but I like composing on keyboards too. 
Thank you for listening. Peace!

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