Some great songs from some Fantastic Artist's/Bands.

AB Playlist 101 Part 1

Sunshine of Thanks: Much gratitude for all your playlists and comments on I Hold Them Lightly Pt. 1

SHAKE YOUR LIVERS (LIKE SWAN AND HALCYON DO)

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Fantaisies tracks (courtes) series no. 259

creation: 2022/06/26

These tracks were uploaded to SC between 04/2022 and 06/2022,
except for the following, older ones:

. . -
[TO BE COMPLETED]

Happy listening!

* Soundcloud time: 1 year = 12 - 23 months.

HK_Fantaisies_tracks_259

July 2022

CLICKETY DANCE IS ONE ODYSSEY

One Humankind: 25 Tasty songs from the SoundCloud community

The Latest songs from some fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own,

Playlist 104

Synths, Guitars, Production and Mix: COtu

Mastered by Marc Felish

Michael

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Resonant

A'BECKETT STREET
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2022 AB Music
https://youtu.be/6CvNYcb_pao

JAMMING LOUD AT A'BECKETT STREET
106 A'BECKETT STREET
LOCK THE DOOR KEEP THE COLD OUTSIDE
TAKING OFF ON A REAL COOL RIDE

JAMMING LOUD AT A'BECKETT STREET
THE CITY'S DEAD BUT NOT A'BECKETT STREET
WE'RE PLAYING HARD ON A REAL COOL LINE
TAKING OFF ON A REAL COOL RIDE

HANGING OUT AT A'BECKETT STREET
106 A'BECKETT STREET
FORTY'S FOOD TASTE JUST REAL COOL
I'LL HAVE A HAMBERGER AND A CUP OF CHIPS TOO

A'BECKETT STREET

A'BECKETT STREET (see info for video link)

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

With You

fata morgana (2021), for organ
performed by Huw Morgan at Mainly Slow Organ Music, St Thomas the Martyr, Bristol. 14th May 2022

fata morgana

Dick sent me this great instrumental long ago, full of details and different sections. I was too busy then, now I've enjoyed working on it at last !!

https://soundcloud.com/oorlab: composition, drums, bass, synths, guitars... all before 0:20 and most after that.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, lead guitar, pocket sax, and 40 years old school flute.

Letra  / Translated Lyrics:

(Coro:  /  Choir)
De coger café yo vengo  /  From collecting coffee I come
A coger café voy  /  To collect coffee I go

(Solista:  /  Lead:)
Quisiera ver lo que no vi,  /  I’d like to see what I didn’t see,
quisiera ir donde no fui,  /  I’d like to go where I didn’t go,
quisiera hacer lo que nunca hice…  /  I’d like to do what I never did…
… pero veo lo que no se ve,  /  … but I can see what cannot be seen,
voy donde nadie nunca fue,  /  I go where no one ever went,
y hago lo que no hace usted. /  and I do what you don’t do.

Picture by Carlos Duque Rangel: "Recolectores de café"
https://www.artelista.com/obra/2345713654034411-recolectores-de-cafe.html

De Coger Café (with Oorlab)

SAD RIVER- DOUG ROOSSIEN /Music & Mastered NO KILLIE FISH 
@johnnymc2 ,...Johnny McFarlane May 25, 2022

I used …to feel your passion… running through my veins 
like horses full of freedom, we were runners in the rain 
Been trying too hard to hold you but my walls just made you run 
It only made your waters rush and your borders come undone 

First day of September, I started loving  
Like rivers full of passion, our colors every hue 
Came the whites of winter, and the quiet of the fires 
Kept the love light burning with your rivers, rivers of desires 

(CHORUS)
You  know …Nothing can hold …sad river      
Nothing can stop that river run … 
Nothing can hold… hold …sad river 
Ain’t no canyon on this earth, big enough, to hold my love 

My tears are falling down like water from this well 
I need to learn to swim before I drown myself 
The ashes from our fire all washed up on the shore
When she hurts sad river, she don’t run , don’t run to me no more 

(CHORUS)
You know, Nothing, can hold …sad river      
Nothing can stop that river run … 
Nothing can hold… hold …sad river 
Ain’t no canyon on this earth, big enough, to hold my love 

I used to feel your passion, running through my veins  
like horses full of freedom,  we were runners in the rain 

(Sad river) Chorus ~ Instrumental …
Ain’t no canyon on this earth, big enough 
Ain’t no canyon on this earth, big enough, to hold my love 

(Final tag)
My tears are falling down like water from this well 
I need to learn to swim before I drown myself …
In Sad River, Sad River, Sad …River, Sad River 


https://soundcloud.com/johnnymc2
 Johnny McFarlane Rocked out on this backing track I’ve waited for since I wrote this song in 2015
For two years SAD RIVER was pretty much the one song I would always play at open mics, and with other musicians so I was really excited when Johnny agreed to do this
Love working with Johnny …he has really helped me get this recording process down , we did Never Sailed Goodbye previous to this   https://soundcloud.com/doug-roossien/never-sailed-goodbye-mastered-featuring-no-killie-fish

Since I bought my new ZOOM portable recorder …So many un-recorded or less than productions that he is making it possible to learn the ways of utilizing my equipment before my voice is completely gone…
Please visit him at his music …he’s so versatile sensitive and powerful both.

SAD RIVER - DOUG ROOSSIEN /Music & Mastered - NO KILLIE FISH

Underground Maze

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
                                                     ****************
In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
                                                   ********************

Notes:  More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
                          **************
Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
                         **************
An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

@keithtimmonsmusic : Melody and Lyrics - Keyboards - Vox
@man-on-a-grill : Beats - Bass - Acoustic and electric guitars

A tale of horror.

Keith TimmOns w/mOag - Sour Tides

Lyrics

I don't want to live in this world anymore.
People have gone crazy.
Life is virtual.
A life made of smiles
that we send each other while being sad.

I don't want to live in this world 
I don't want to live in this world
I don't want to live in this world 
where everyone does the same thing.

To be nothing among all.
I don't want to live in this world anymore.
People have gone crazy.
Life is virtual.


I don't want to live in this world. 
I don't want to live in this world.
I don't want to live in this world 
where everyone does the something.

I don't want to live in this world. 
I don't want to live in this world.
I don't want to live in this world 
where everyone does the same thing.

I don't want to live in this world. 
I don't want to live in this world.
I don't want to live in this world 
where everyone does the same thing.

To be nothing among all.
Alone in the subway 
I go forward but I go backward 
I sleep to forget 
I sleep to see nothing 
It's like being dead.
I have forgotten.
That we have a destiny.
I forgot to say.
Take care of yourself.
I forgot the meaning of life.

Anyway

I forgot the meaning of life

I Forgot The Meaning Of Life

I am so blessed that Evelyn reached out to me to work on another song together. Evelyn and I made some classics on my page including:

La Luna: https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents/reiki-run-rampant-heartscore-janine-and-the-problem-calebass-couch-la-luna-ill-dub-master?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Tighter: https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents/reiki-run-rampant-and-the?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

My Heart Is Open: https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents/calebass-and-the-couch-king-ft?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Llorona: https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents/reiki-run-rampant-llarona-500?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And here are two really old songs we made together on YouTube:

Them Sweet Chains: https://youtu.be/Ijgde3KTXrk

Why Don’t You Do Right: https://youtu.be/w7FNxitTDYM

I am so glad that making music has maintained our friendship and kept us together. Some people maintain friendships through going out to eat, watching sporting events, doing family things together, etc. I make music with my friends. 

Thanks to Russ and Jon for being my musical friends as well. Jon is so awesome, I can say, let's try making a late 60’s psychedelic cumbia inspired track, and he can then say, sure! And Russ is always down for the ride, thanks for taking over the wheel while we trip on some shrooms, lol!

Evelyn Salguero: Lyrics and Vocals and Song Art
Jon Lock: Bass, Guitar, Horns
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
https://jonlock.bandcamp.com
the Couch King: Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Visit Evelyn's Instagram page for more beautiful art:
https://www.instagram.com/handinhandhenna

Lyrics:

I Hold Them Lightly

Evelyn Salguero, Jon Lock, Russ Sinfield & the Couch King - I Hold Them Lightly

DRIVEN 
Backing track open collab: Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/driven-paploviante-open-collaboration
Lillithe: adding Trumpets, Sax, Harmonica, Vox, Cuban Horns and sound effects
Lillithe: Arrangment and Production

DRIVEN - Lillithe & Paploviante

Having a little fun with my new Nord Stage 3 - all sounds except the percussion are native to the Stage 3 (synth and organ engine). No sequencers were used, but I did enjoy using the pitch stick.

Thinking a bit about a Black Swan event as I produced this, the 1st half representing life as usual, the event as a synth "solo" and the altered reality afterwards. Towards the end I was inspired somewhat by the soundtrack to Dunkirk as the planes harass the troops on the beach and I have to admit that Vangelis Chariots of Fire was on my mind throughout the track although I skipped adding any piano.

A black swan is an unpredictable event that is beyond what is normally expected of a situation and has potentially severe consequences. Black swan events are characterized by their extreme rarity, severe impact, and the widespread insistence they were obvious in hindsight. [according to Wikipedia]

Black Swan

bad tape measure

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

About Many 140 BPM

Maze In A Dream

- Kalisto

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/307c6N3b6CwsZXhmg6B0vN?si=0_P5lwTDTHmh5uDBH8-3jA

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
-------------------------------------------------------
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
-------------------------------------------------------
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]

You lift Me Up
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Here I am sitting,
With the men of this town,
They want to know what’s so special,
That makes me want you around.
And I tell them once again,
What I’ve told them as my friends,
Many times as has arisen,
Of all the women I have known,
And I’ve known many as been told,
You’re the only one if they listen.

You lift me up when I am down
You lift me up to solid ground,
You lift me up to a proper place,
You lift me up when all else fails,
You lift me up when all is despair,
You lift me up to your strong embrace.

You lift me up when am not sound,
You lift me up when I’m the clown,
You lift me up to not lose face,
You lift me up when I don’t care,
You lift me up from my chair,
You lift me up to save me from disgrace.

You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
All day.
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
Is all I can say.

So when I sit at the gates,
Your love has turned away all hate,
And all I can hear is your praise,
And when it comes my turn to speak,
I stand and tell them what they seek,
You lift me up all day.
And when night falls,
You’re right there with me in the hall,
To cast away all of my pains.

You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
All day.
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
Is all I can say.

You lift me up when all is black,
You lift me up when I have lack,
You lift me up, don’t turn back…

You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
All day.
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
You lift me up,
Is all I can say.

You Lift Me Up (All Day)

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

Humankind (with Janine Levinson)

Flo T. - Odyssey
You Tube Video: https://youtu.be/ztwRY3CK_fY

Odyssey

Download

a little grab from a recent gig in our home town of Hobart

Live@The Founders Room Kirby/Ward

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & production

From the age of 15 when I first stepped into the world of employment I was told it would be a major advantage to get a job that lasted through to the State retirement age of 65. At the time I'll admit it was not something I took at all seriously.  When you’re that age, the last thing on your mind is bloody retirement.   

However, by the time I reached my early 50’s and had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, my mind became a little more concentrated on reaching what might now  conceivably prove to be an eminently missable target.  In the interim, the UK government decided that, given the population was living considerably longer than it once had, they would incrementally be raising the retirement age, meaning that mine now became 66. 

Our dear old Nan was a dedicated Bingo player and knew that number callers used particular phrases for certain numbers, one of the best known being 66, known as  ‘Clickety Click’.  So reaching pensionable age became inextricably linked to Bingo, hence the title and subject matter of this song.   

The number one - ‘Kelly’s Eye’ - seemed a good place to start and having done some fascinating research, I worked my way through the Bingo calls, choosing the ones whose scansion worked best, until I reached the magic ‘Clickety Click'.  

As the chorus explains, there were no guarantees I’d actually get there, it was just a target.  But I did get there and this song celebrates the fact.  

The song ends with the traditional exclamation of the player who has won the game, being either ‘House!’ or ‘Bingo!’.  When I was recording the vocals, my constant and beautiful companion Marvin (it is he who is pictured in the cover art) reacted to my shouts with a loud bark, perfectly in time, so we decided to keep it in.  Marv is with me at 99% of the recordings and enjoys being involved when the opportunity presents.

As always, huge thanks to the wonderful Hans Albers for another brilliant backing track which is, as I think you’ll agree, perfect for the song.  That man is a genius.
Thanks so much for listening.   (Terry Reeves)


It all started with Ned Kelly’s eye (1)
A cup of tea (3) to stop going dry
Tom Mix (6) wearing hat, riding fast
Monkey’s cousin (12) hanging, trying to last
Key of the door (21), two little ducks (22)
Paid half a crown (26), keep up the luck
In a state (28), rise and shine (29) but alive
One dirty knee (33) to help jump and jive (35)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six, a target to achieve

Half way to laugh, more than eleven (37)
As life begins (40), time for fun (41) isn’t heaven
Up to tricks (46) towards four dozen (48)
Five-0, Five-0, it’s off to work (50) with percussion
Danny la Rue (52), a man at the door (54)
The snakes are alive (55) but don’t wriggle more
Shotts bus (56) to Scotland, check the sign
Variety of Heinz (57) to the Brighton Line (59)

Sixty six not to preconceive
Sixty six a target to achieve

A baker’s bun (61) all tickety boo (62)
Tickle me (63), almost retired (64) laughing too
Retirement age(65), it should have been fun
Clickety click (66), getting paid
Take the money and run  
Route 66, nearly there
Clickety click, the sound of my wheelchair

CLICKETY CLICK - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 07/2022.
Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

- Which one is me -
 
Sometimes,
I wonder,
Sometimes,
Where is my mind,
Sometimes,
will I finally find,
Sometimes,
stop counting the time,

Which one is me...

Which one is me

Which One Is Me

I have always loved Elvis's version of this classic song. My first time to TRY singing this great love song.

Always On My Mind - Cover by Tony

WHAT'S IN YOU
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2022 AB Music

IT'S ALL THE COIN YOU'VE GOT
AND ALL THE LOVING IN ONE HAND
THERE'S A CHANCE TO TAKE THE LOT
UNTILL YOU FIND THE KEY, IT TURNS TO SAND

IF I COULD UNFOLD THIS MYSTERY
THE OLD MAN SAID NOTHING COMES FOR FREE
IT COULD TAKE YOU LIFE, WITH WHAT YOU CHOOSE
THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO

WHAT'S IN YOU

SOMEDAY YOU'LL WIN A TRICK IN A HAT
YOU BETTER WISH REEL HARD, IN ONE HAND
IS ALL THE TRUTH TO MUCH
MAY'BE  IT'S ALL, IN TWO HANDS

I GUESS YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT IS TRUE
YOU'VE LOST THE BIGGEST PART OF YOU
IT COULD TAKE YOUR LIFE, WITH WHAT YOU CHOOSE
THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO

WHAT'S IN YOU
(break)
IF I COULD UNFOLD THIS MYSTERY
THE OLD MAN SAID NOTHING COMES FOR FREE
IT COULD TAKE YOU LIFE, WITH WHAT YOU CHOOSE
THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO

WHAT'S IN YOU

WHAT'S IN YOU

JEANNE D’ARC 
Jeanne d'Arc (1412 - 30 mai 1431) est considérée comme une héroïne de la France pour son rôle dans le siège d'Orléans et le couronnement de Charles VII de France pendant la guerre de Cent Ans contre l'Angleterre. Après avoir mené avec succès plusieurs actions militaires françaises, elle a été capturée, remise aux autorités anglaises, condamnée comme hérétique et brûlée sur le bûcher en 1431. Vingt-cinq ans plus tard, sa condamnation a été formellement annulée. Près de 500 ans après sa mort, elle a été canonisée comme sainte par l'Église catholique romaine.
Joan of Arc ( 1412 – 30 May 1431) is considered a heroine of France for her role in the siege of Orléans and the coronation of Charles VII of France during the Hundred Years' War against England. After successfully leading several French military actions, she was captured, handed over to English authorities, convicted as a heretic, and burnt at the stake in 1431. Twenty-five years later, her conviction was formally overturned. Nearly 500 years after her death, she was canonized as a saint by the Roman Catholic Church.
Backing track: Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/mythic-paploviante-open-colas
Lillithe : Production and Arrangement.
              Adding: sound effects, synths.

JEANNE D’ARC - Lillithe & Paploviante

Michelle Rescigno & Unguided Express
New Electronic Pop I was working on & Michelle joined me to take it to the next level with stunning Lyrics & vocals .
and the concept is about someone stepping into their power and feeling like a new version of them self.

New Wave
(Whoa)
I’ve been going through changes I’ve been feeling brand new
 (Whoa)
You might not even recognize The girl you thought you knew
There’s no more tears in my eyes
I’m a little magnet for all the good things in my life
 There’s nothing left to cry out
I’m a little magnet for all the good things that I’m about
Hello, it’s nice to meet ya again
I might look the same
But I’m on a new wave
And I don’t have to reach for the stars ‘Cause they’re reaching out to me 
And I fall right in their arms
Say goodbye to every ‘me’ that lives in your memories 
(She’s gone, she’s gone)
(Whoa)
You could not even fantasize who I’m about to be
There’s no more tears in my eyes
I’m a little magnet for all the good things in my life 
There’s nothing left to cry out
I’m a little magnet for all the good things that I’m about
Hello, it’s nice to meet ya again
I might look the same
But I’m on a new wave
And I don’t have to reach for the stars ‘Cause they’re reaching out to me
 And I fall right in their arms
Hello, it’s nice to see ya this way I might read the same
But I’m on a different page
And I don’t have to look very far ‘Cause you’re calling out to me Falling right into my arms
 
On a new wave, a new wave
Oo yeah, you thought you knew me But, surprise, you don’t
I’m so evolved
I’m in my zone
Oo yeah, it’s nothing like the way it used to be My eyes are dry
My soul is free
There’s no more tears in my eyes
I’m a little magnet for all the good things in my life 
There’s nothing left to cry out
I’m a little magnet for all the good things that I’m about
Hello, it’s nice to meet ya again
I might look the same
But I’m on a new wave
And I don’t have to reach for the stars ‘Cause they’re reaching out to me 
And I fall right in their arms
Hello, it’s nice to see ya this way I might read the same
But I’m on a different page
And I don’t have to look very far ‘Cause you’re calling out to me Falling right into my arms
On a new wave, a new wave
Oo yeah, you thought you knew me But, surprise, you don’t
I’m so evolved
I’m in my zone
Oo yeah, it’s nothing like the way it used to be To be
MCG Inc 2022 ©

Next Generation

New Wave

NEW WAVE Unguided Express & Michelle Rescigno

Once I wrote a longer description here: a love song in 7/4 ¿or 14/8?

Silvia II (Lo que siento por ti) /  Silvia II (What I feel for you)

Es de difícil clasificación  /  It is difficult to be classified
dentro de las variedades del amor  /  among all varieties of love
lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  what I feel for you, what I feel …

Sólo sé que no puedo vivir sin ti,  /  I only know I can’t live without you,
no puedo ver sentido a mi vida si no estás aquí.  /  I can’t find sense to my life if you are not here.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

Cuando todo va bien  /  When everything goes fine
lo que me une a ti es tu forma de ser,  /  what joins me to you is your way of being,
es muy fácil ver  /  it is very easy to see
todos tus encantos de mujer.  /  all your woman's charms.

Una idea que no puedo soportar  /  An idea that I cannot bear
es verte en brazos de otro, en otro lugar.  /  is seeing you in other one’s arms, in another place.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

No puedo imaginar  /  I cannot imagine
tu voz susurrando a otro compás.  /  your voice whispering to another compass.
Lo que siento por ti, lo que siento…  /  What I feel for you, what I feel …

Cuando algo va mal,  /  When something goes wrong,
puedo contemplar tus defectos con claridad.  /  I can behold  your faults with clarity.
Cuando algo va mal,  /  When something goes wrong,
sólo quiero escapar a otro lugar.  /  only I want to escape to another place.

Grab it !!

Silvia II (Lo que siento por ti)

First track of a new album where I'll try to be more eclectic, with closer approach to some genres. Experimented on this one over-editing vocal line on the left, and getting midi files out of organic guitar melodies, which I could play with virtual instruments. I hope you'll enjoy a different Ruizzoid shape.

Dedicated to Germán Coppini’s ‘Golpes Bajos’, one of my favorite groups of the Spanish ‘Nueva Ola’.

Pic: “Trapped in the past”, taken by me casually in the street.

Lyrics (original/translated):

NO TODO ACABA (JUGUETES ROTOS)  /  NOT EVERYTHING ENDS (BROKEN TOYS)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hay cosas en la vida que no cambian nada.  /  there are things in life which don’t change at all.
Hazme pensar que no estás gastada,  /  Make me think that you are not worn,
que el paso de los años no te cambió nada.  /  that the passing years didn’t change you at all.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Juguetes rotos, muñecas olvidadas,  /  Broken toys, forgotten dolls,
la imagen de mi espejo parece cansada.  /  the image from my mirror seems to be tired.
La voz de la noche ya no me llama,  /  The voice of the night doesn’t call me anymore,
me  resisto a pensar que todo se acaba.  /  I refuse to think that everything ends.

Hazme pensar que lo nuestro no acaba  /  Make me think that our thing doesn’t end
cuando despierte por la mañana.  /  when I wake up in the morning.
Hazme pensar en ti con calma,  /  Make me think about you calmly,
hazme creer que te tengo amarrada.  /  make me think that I get you tied up.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hazme creer que aún estoy en casa,  /  make me think that I’m still at home,
hazme pensar que duermo entre sábanas,   /  make me think that I sleep between sheets,
hazme pensar que nada cambia.  /  make me think that nothing changes.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

ER31FI01 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016

No todo acaba (Juguetes rotos)

Seven Minutes of HipHop

A tribute to my friend Jesse 2019
Original Lyrics by Tony that inspired Glen (listed below)
Vocals, Music and Mix by Glen Granthem

BORN IN THE COUNTRY
A FEW MILES FROM TOWN
LOVE GOSPEL AND COUNTRY
THAT ROCK N ROLL SOUND

A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE
MAY HE REST IN PEACE………
PLAYED AWESOME GUITAR
ALWAYS THE CENTERPIECE

I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME
I HEARD HIM PLAY……... 
HIS AWESOME PLAYIN'
BLEW MY MIND

HIS NAME WAS JESSE
COULD PLAY THEM BLUES……
AND ALWAYS READY
TO EXPLORE NEW AVENUES

(CHORUS)
WISH I COULD GO
BACK IN TIME………
HEAR HIM PLAY AGAIN
LIKE HE DID BACK THEN
YEA, HEAR HIM PLAY AGAIN
LIKE HE DID BACK THEN

YOU DIDN'T NEED VOCALS
WHEN JESSE PLAYED……
HE WAS A SELF-MADE
GUITAR DECIPLE

TWO OF SOUNDCLOUDS BEST
TOM ADAMS AND ROGER B-TRAIN……
THEIR PLAYIN' INSANE
ARE TRULY BLESSED

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(Rockin' Guitar Solo to honor Jesse)

2018 ©  Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

Jesse (Like He Did Back Then) - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Glenny G's One Man Band - Original

Don't miss the video: https://youtu.be/2UHmsC965Vw

Para Lia
No Time For Butterflies
Album: Gone With The Flow
Image: from the video by Stelios Trichandiris / Angels PR / Athens / Greece

paralia.bandcamp.com/album/gone-with-the-flow
Vinyl / CD / Digital

What's the story behind this song and the album as a unit? Find it out: Visit the 3D virtual art exhibition, realized by SophisticatedApe, with the great work of Louis Renzoni and the music of Para Lia with a lot of background information here:
https://www.sophisticatedape.com/gone-with-the-flow-exhibition/
It is like an interactive visit in a gallery: Use your mouse and the left button to walk around, use the arrow keys on your keyboard or the W-A-S-D keys (forward, left, back, right, respectively). On mobile devices, touch and drag in the direction you would like to move.

words and music by René Methner
mix and production: René Methner
mastering: Thomas Heimann-Trosien, TurnstyleMastering, Berlin

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cold shivers have bitten the flowers in the garden's mind
and the fever trees try to lighten the hall of the blind
the blind faith in progress decided on how the world runs
and sooner or later the killing of eden is done
 
it's no time for butterflies
when the whore of babylon is on the way to the sky
no time for butterflies
anymore

the trees are sending s.o.s. from the roots into the crown
and the creation's crown explains it was all the time the same, an up and down
but this time maybe it's a little bit different
when the sea breathes plastic we're close to the start of the bitter end

it's no time for butterflies
when the whore of babylon is on the way to the sky
no time for butterflies
anymore

Maze In A Dream

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