Voice of the nation

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Sierra Maestra

Ideal voices and much beloved
Of those who died, of those who are
Now lost for us like the very dead;
Sometimes within a dream they speak
Or in the ticking brain a thought revives them.

I am thinking back to the time when for the four of us, the known world hardly existed; days became simply the spaces between dreams, spaces between the shifting floors of time, of acting, of living out the topical… a tide of meaningless affairs nosing along the dead level of things, entering no climate, leading us nowhere, demanding of us nothing save the impossible— that we should be. 

Justine would say that we had been trapped in the projection of a will too powerful and too deliberate to be human— the gravitational field which Alexandria threw down about those it had chosen...

from Justine in the Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell

written & produced by naldo & guillaume
orchestration by guillaume

hear more of guillaume's music here: soundcloud.com/guillaumelecompositeur/tracks
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Justine In Alexandria

Original demo recorded: 2015
Remaster: 2025

The Twists And Turns Of Youth

Cover
Written by Eddie Cooley and Otis Blackwell
Originally recorded by Little Willie John (1956)
Most known by Peggy Lee (1958)

Fever (Cover)

Another great tenor solo from My mate Georg !!!

BRUTAL w/ Georg Boehme

Well it is time again for a guitar song with my fine and good friend Stephen of TexMex Shaman--The Brilliant production work is his as is the rather hilarious artwork, some of the percussion recordings , a whole stadium full of screaming fans that he found somewhere, and of course his kick-ass electric guitar play--i in turn added some guitar noise a little synth, and some percussion recordings from my Roland/Boss bass and drum player--Hope those of you that find your way here enjoy this as much as we do:):)

who said anything about a Bridge  (with TexMex Shaman)

'keep everything'

note: I recently found this old journal and this riff was played live on my phone upon my front porch during a rain storm this evening. This particular entry was from June 18, 2014.

I was stagnant at work this evening and ventured outside to catch some air and to stretch my legs. The air was thick and stuck to my skin, leaving a glassy resemblance, caught by mine eye, while vainly glimpsing at my reflection in the moonlit window of a fellow employee's sedan. With literally hours until my next deadline, I opted to put some kilometers behind me, and make my way, by foot, towards the local University. 
While venturing through the streets inhibited by, both, students, and families, I found myself drawn to a well kempt bungalow, lit dimly by lamplight, with the sound of classical piano fluttering imperfectly through the screened windows, out into the quiet, darkened street.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I stood, admiringly, for what seemed like several moments, staring dumbfoundedly at the house, only picturing, within my head, the scenes that may be taking place within.
Something about the modesty of practiced, yet, un-perfected art struck me as beautiful and elegant. Perhaps it is because it is something I, myself, can relate to in my endeavors, whether it be sport, music, painting, writing, or anything else I've indulged in within my life.
Nonetheless, something about this moment inspired something within me, and, as I pulled myself away from the scene and continued my evening walk, my inner dialogue began dancing frivolously in my brain. So often these thoughts want to be blurted out by voice, finger picked on guitar, or bled out of a pen, but my anxiety, and utter refusal to let loose my inner creativity, my personal experiences, my soul, has previously crushed my desire to even remotely achieve some sort of self-satisfaction. 
Although words have been written, melodies have been played, and songs have been sung, from now on, there will be no filter. Journals will be kept, rather than torn out and thrown away, edited or deleted. Keep Everything. Every thought. Though, initially, they seem irrelevant, irrational, erratic...anything...they still are the soil from which an idea may grow from, flourish, even. So, even now as I carry on aimlessly, rambling, carrying on...I must say thank you to the pianist for airing my embers with their beautifully imperfect notes.

keep everything

A cold day and a quickie of one of my many favs from the master songwriter Gordon Lightfoot.........cheers for having a listen


Cold On The Shoulder By Gordon Lightfoot

All you need is time All you need is time time time to make it bend
Give it a try don’t be rude put it to the test and I’ll  give it right back to you
It’s cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day

Take it around take it to town Try to defy what you feel inside You better be stong your love belongs to us 
It’s cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day

All you need is is trust  All  you need is trust trust trust to make it show
I don’t want to know everything you’ve done if you get a tip then tell it to the eskimos 
It’s cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day.

All you need is faith All you need is faith faith faith to make it nice
Kick it around don’t be rude if you gonna make a mistake don”t you make it twice 
It’s cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day.
It’s cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day.

Cold On The Shoulder (Gordon Lightfoot)

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Vocals & lyrics : Janne Hennie

I hear your laughter, I see your smile
Even though it's been a while
since you waved goodbye to Mother Earth
I can feel your presence, strong and clear

Chorus:
All the good memories of you
Will always be a big part of me
You have a special place in my heart
Makes it beat strong, wherever i go

You are my smiling memory...

You said so many kind words, you were never rude
Even when you had a reason to be
Took care of those who needed a hand
It didn't matter to you, woman or man

Chorus:
All the good memories of you
Will always be a big part of me
You have a special place in my heart
Makes it beat strong, wherever I go

You are my smiling memory..

I look at the sky, and I see you
A dancing light, waving at me
You still bring a smile to my face
And I can feel your presence, strong and clear

Chorus:
All the good memories of you
Will always be a big part of me
You have a special place in my heart
Makes it beat strong, wherever I go

You are my smiling memory...

My Smiling Memory

TIMELINE / Open collaboration from IPG1
IPG: Vocals and Verses
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/timeline-vocals-97-bpm
Backing Track : Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/enigmatic-paploviante-open-collaboration-offer
Lillithe: Arrangement and Production

The Twists And Turns Of Youth

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