A very beautiful song and a spectacular sound !

The voice fits this backing so well! Great collab

Really well written and performed song.  The vocals fit perfectly and work so well!

We have only ourselves to blame....fascinatng & a little mysterious, lyrically & instrumentally.  And the percussion is downright cool...

You are on a roll Viv. This is a gem. Lovely work and great vocals

Really nice vocals ties the whole song together

Sweet, jazzy vibe and love how you do your vocals. Great lyrics too. Front-to-back a captivating track.

We welcome your feedback!

Composed, produced & performed by Srouly Frank

Impro

July 2021, written quite quickly, I’d taken a picture of the blue house and wanted to write a song with that title, simple as that!  Listen with headphones.


Blue House
 

I live in a blue house,
Blue like the day,
Blue like the sky 
With the clouds blown away.

You had a red house,
Red like a fight,
Red with the shouting
In the middle of the night.

I live in a blue house now,
With Love in a Mist
And Glory of the Snow,
I live in a blue house now,
Not blue like the Blues,
But blue as the water’s flow.

I live in a blue house,
Where everything’s cool,
There’s no place for trouble
In my Casa Azul

You live in a red house,
Of chaos and strife,
I couldn’t stay there 
That’s not my life.


Image taken by CJW

Blue House

This is soundtrack from video.  Cover of Ray Bonneville song

Funny 'Bout Love

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...
                                                   ********************

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

My Island

Out of the Box January 2023
[no information available at this time]

Rub-A-Dub

When the Morning Breaks.

Vocals: Nadia Selvaggi
Instrumental: Mike Polcari: https://soundcloud.com/mikepolcari
Remixed 2023

Jimi Hendrix's The Wind Cries Mary by Mike Polcari & Nadia Selvaggi

The featured "pop song"  from the album Focal- moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/focal

Mood Exhibit - Terra Song [from the album Focal]

What was that? 
A shadow dream 
At the edge of your sight
There is nothing there
but you still take care
and nothing can make it right
Your mind is clear
there is nothing to fear
even in the depths of night
The darkness holds
such terrors
that fade with the coming daylight

The lucidity of  wakefullness keeps you sane
It's as we believe it to be
Who could imagine that the monsters that haunt our dreams
Owe their existence to me
The sunlit uplands call and we think the battle is won
But demons lurk there yet when all is said and all is done

How do we just draw a line
between truth and fantasy
As the organs of the internet
tell us this is our reality
Say goodbye to all  the things 
that you believed were sure to be
Obscure is the truth we seek
Why would you listen to me?

Why Would You Listen To Me (with Gareth)

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Bake-Kujira-s-Woes-951581025

Crookedness

All music, songs and lyrics are original, unless noted.
Collaborations welcome, if you think you can add something to any of my songs, want to sing them, etc, please drop me a note
I advise playing on a good Hi-Fi or at least good headphones, otherwise you will miss all the good stuff going on in the lower frequencies. You don't want to only hear half of the music : )

Why Would You Listen To Me (with Gareth)

Garddwr Porffor

Recent comments

Loue Ghazi Music

David Dunham

Francesco Cartocci

Matt Lives In Space

Related tracks