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"Missing Dogs" from the album "Last".

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Missing Dogs

מוקי ילד של אבא

מתנות קטנות

Down To The Sea (live rough demo)

אהוד בנאי - בלוז כנעני | Ehud Banai - Canaanite Blues

עומר אדם - מודה אני

موسيقى تصويرية لرواية " مِسيَّا " للكاتب الروائى عمرو الجندي 
الرواية صادرة عن الدار المصرية اللبنانية 
غلاف : أحمد مراد 
موسيقى تصويرية : مهاب رمضان 
الرواية بجميع المكتبات وقريبا بجميع الدول العربية .

الموسيقى التصويرية تجسد الرواية من خلال بداية الرواية التى تبدأ بسيناء ثم انتقل إلى الغموض الممزوج بالموسيقى اللاتينية ليجسد لنا الجرائم فى الرواية ثم تنتقل الموسيقى إلى الروح الدينية كما فى الرواية داخل أسوار متحف أيا صوفيا بتركيا وينتقل بنا بحرفية إلى أسوار الفاتكيان بموسيقى مهيبة ثم ينهى موسيقى بشكل مشوق يجسد الرواية مع أحداثها الأخيرة المتصاعدة بشدة فى تصوير حى لمدينة لندن بانجلترا لتعبر فى النهاية الموسيقى عن الأجزاء الخمسة فى الرواية .


The Messiah - A novel by Amr Al Gendy
Available now at bookstores in the Middle East.
Score by Mohab Ramadan
Music evolves as follows: Egypt - Action in Egypt - France - Mysterious Murders in France - Arrival in Turkey, Istanbul -   Italy inside the Vatican - England for the final action scene.

All rights reserved - Mohab Ramadan. Do not copy or upload to any other site or use without my permission.

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Music Theme: The Messiah Novel | موسيقي رواية مسيّا

02 There Is A Time

04 The Light Of You

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Me, The Summer And You

See u again at Wiz kalefa ft. Charlie puss

Inspirational earworm originally performed by Wiz Khalifa & Charlie Puth, from the magnificent Fast & Furious 7 official soundtrack.

See U Again (Cover) [Vocal mixed by Tiz]

Silento Watch Me (Whip- Nae Nae) Questo Rmx Kuduro

Brown Bird "Bilgewater"

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Count on Me - Bruno Mars <3

I walk past a wayfarer, 
Her attire soiled by  muck and mire, 
What distances did she traverse,
Where has she been, does she tire,

Her solemn gaze steals my sight, 
There is wisdom in her wrinkled visage, 
As she peers on into the night, 
Whereto do you travel, 
In this darkness with little light

I feared she would not answer, 
For strangers often offer their spite,
She betrayed my fear, 
And spoke her plight, 

I visit the shores of Sirius, 
I hear heaven is in the stars, 
Lord of Sirius, I pray that it is not far, 
I am told it is brought near, 
To hearts that love and fear, 
Hate the heartless but adore, 
Strive to mirror greatness, 
And more, 

I speak words of a forgotten future, 
Of Gabri-eel and Micha-eel
Of Jacob and Isra-eel, 
Of Noah and Moses, 
Of Prophets of Old, 
Would that the fate of humanity unfold, 

I am told, it would come in time, 
In a world that would sing in sin, 
And godlessness their hymn and rhyme,
In a world filled with baseness, 
With no limit to their crime, 


Let the heaven's withhold their tears, 
For clouds of darkness reign upon its sands, 
Deserts in the breasts of men,  
for the sons of Adam no longer roam its lands, 
Only, their flesh, with hearts cold from satan's hands, 

Even satan now follows their lead, 
The sons of Adam, nay, they are of a different breed,
God save these children,  oh how I pity  this seed, 
That is now all but born, to soar to its Lord, 
Now abased by the hands of its own deed,

Oh how we walk arrogantly upon its land ,
That by uncovering function that makes them  grand, 
God forgive this foolish band, 
How it rushes to erase the authors name with his  own pen, 
But there are no limit to the letters of God, 
And no limit to the foolishness of men

So let those who recognize glory ascend
 the foolish will only  live their lies  and  pretend, 
I pray God forgives me and forgives them in time, 
For fate spares no falsehood 
and man, will surely  plummet to his end


The Wayfarer

Those Poor Bastards - No One

Koti & thee Immigrants
album "The Relaxing Sounds From tinsley Prison" 
(Klaus Koti - Fon Fon Records)
Curitiba - PR - 2012
album for download at:
www.mono-informativo.blogspot.com

No ano de 2012 teve mais um lançamento pela Fon-Fon records, é o disco da banda "Koti and Thee Immigrants"  intitulado "The Relaxing Sounds From Tinsley Prison", é o último trabalho encabeçado por Klaus Koti.
Após sua turnê por alguns países da Europa excursionando com sua "monobanda" "O Lendário Chucrobillyman" Klaus Koti teve problemas com a imigração da Inglaterra e ficou detido por um bom tempo no que os ingleses chamam de "Tinsley House", que é uma cadeia de imigrantes situada em Londres. Na volta ao Brasil surgiu a idéia desse novo trabalho "Os Sons Relaxantes da Prisão de Tinsley", "Encontrei dentro da cadeia de imigrantes gente do mundo todo desde chineses, bolivianos, paquistaneses e etc diz Koti". Do sincretismo cultural nasceu a concepção do disco que é explorar a fusão de estilos que soam díspares mas que pertencem a um lugar comum, como a fusão de elementos de diversas referências sonoras, que vão desde a referências latinas, como Curro Fuentes a referências ao pos-punk rock, ao garage vanguardista, trilhas de filmes de aventura exóticos e etc. Várias canções citam o problema em estar na prisão e em algo espiritual que o faça sair de lá, o Voodoo também é citado em diversas músicas como "Voodoo Evil Obsession", "Voodoo on You"  e tambem a umbanda em "She Put Macumba on Me" que traz nos vocais a participação da compositora e vocalista "Marina Gasolina", o instrumento que conduz todo o disco é o banjo, mas tocado de uma maneira que soa mais a um "Charango", instrumento muito utilizado na música chilena e argentina, do que à maneira americana ou europeia, o disco possui também várias faixas com a participação de Maestro Alexandre que também toca na banda "Os Penitentes" sendo a última faixa de sua autoria

01-Send me Trought the Gate Lord - Koti & Thee Immigrants

Those Poor Bastards - Sacrificial Lamb ("behold the abyss")

Those Poor Bastards - Sacrificial Lamb

Those Poor Bastards - He Of Cloven Hoof ("behold the abyss")

Those Poor Bastards - He Of Cloven Hoof

From The Devil Dancing. Buy at http://brownbird.bandcamp.com/.

Brown Bird - Down to the River

Tam O' Shanter.  Short song made from the Robert Burns poem.  In the style of a children's Scottish folk song.


TAM O' SHATER - ROBERT BURNS


When chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,
As market days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
And getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame.
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, 
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, 
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses 
For honest men and bonie lasses.) 

O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise, 
As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice! 
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, 
A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; 
That frae November till October, 
Ae market-day thou was nae sober; 
That ilka melder, wi' the miller, 
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; 
That every naig was ca'd a shoe on, 
The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; 
That at the Lord's house, even on Sunday, 
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday. 
She prophesied that late or soon, 
Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; 
Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, 
By Alloway's auld haunted kirk.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, 
To think how mony counsels sweet, 
How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, 
The husband frae the wife despises! 

But to our tale:-- Ae market-night, 
Tam had got planted unco right; 
Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, 
Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely 
And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, 
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; 
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- 
They had been fou for weeks thegither! 
The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter 
And ay the ale was growing better: 
The landlady and Tam grew gracious,
wi' favours secret,sweet and precious
The Souter tauld his queerest stories; 
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: 
The storm without might rair and rustle, 
Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. 

Care, mad to see a man sae happy, 
E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy! 
As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, 
The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: 
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious. 
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! 

But pleasures are like poppies spread, 
You sieze the flower, its bloom is shed; 
Or like the snow falls in the river, 
A moment white--then melts for ever; 
Or like the borealis race, 
That flit ere you can point their place; 
Or like the rainbow's lovely form 
Evanishing amid the storm.-- 
Nae man can tether time or tide; 
The hour approaches Tam maun ride; 
That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, 
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; 
And sic a night he taks the road in 
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. 

The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; 
The rattling showers rose on the blast; 
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd 
Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd: 
That night, a child might understand, 
The Deil had business on his hand. 

Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg-- 
A better never lifted leg-- 
Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire;
Despisin' wind and rain and fire. 
Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; 
Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; 
Whiles glowring round wi' prudent cares, 
Lest bogles catch him unawares: 
Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, 
Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.

By this time he was cross the ford, 
Whare, in the snaw, the chapman smoor'd; 
And past the birks and meikle stane, 
Whare drunken Chairlie brak 's neck-bane; 
And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, 
Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; 
And near the thorn, aboon the well, 
Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'.-- 
Before him Doon pours all his floods; 
The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; 
The lightnings flash from pole to pole; 
Near and more near the thunders roll: 
When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, 
Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; 
Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; 
And loud resounded mirth and dancing. 

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! 
What dangers thou canst make us scorn! 
Wi' tippeny, we fear nae evil; 
Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!-- 
The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, 
Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. 
But Maggie stood, right sair astonish'd, 
Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd, 
She ventured forward on the light; 
And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight 

Warlocks and witches in a dance; 
Nae cotillion brent-new frae France, 
But hornpipes, jigs strathspeys, and reels, 
Put life and mettle in their heels. 
A winnock-bunker in the east, 
There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; 
A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, 
To gie them music was his charge: 
He scre'd the pipes and gart them skirl, 
Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.-- 
Coffins stood round, like open presses, 
That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; 
And by some develish cantraip slight, 
Each in its cauld hand held a light.-- 
By which heroic Tam was able 
To note upon the haly table, 
A murders's banes in gibbet-airns; 
Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns; 
A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, 
Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; 
Five tomahawks, wi blude red-rusted; 
Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; 
A garter, which a babe had strangled; 
A knife, a father's throat had mangled, 
Whom his ain son o' life bereft, 
The gray hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', 
Which even to name was be unlawfu'. 
Three lawyers' tongues, turn'd inside out, 
Wi' lies seam'd like a beggar's clout; 
Three priests' hearts, rotten, black as muck, 
Lay stinking, vile in every neuk. 

As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, 
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious; 
The piper loud and louder blew; 
The dancers quick and quicker flew; 
They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 
Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, 
And coost her duddies to the wark, 
And linket at it in her sark! 

Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, 
A' plump and strapping in their teens, 
Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, 
Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linnen! 
Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, 
That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, 
I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies, 
For ae blink o' the bonie burdies! 

But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, 
Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal,
Louping and flinging on a crummock,
I wonder did na turn thy stomach!

But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie:
There was ae winsome wench and waulie, 
That night enlisted in the core, 
Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore; 
(For mony a beast to dead she shot, 
And perish'd mony a bonie boat, 
And shook baith meikle corn and bear, 
And kept the country-side in fear.) 
Her cutty-sark, o' Paisley harn 
That while a lassie she had worn, 
In longitude tho' sorely scanty, 
It was her best, and she was vauntie,- 
Ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, 
That sark she coft for he wee Nannie, 
Wi' twa pund Scots, ('twas a' her riches), 
Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches! 

But here my Muse her wing maun cour; 
Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; 
To sing how Nannie lap and flang, 
(A souple jade she was, and strang), 
And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, 
And thought his very een enrich'd; 
Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, 
And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; 
Till first ae caper, syne anither, 
Tam tint his reason ' thegither, 
And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" 
And in an instant all was dark: 
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, 
When out the hellish legion sallied. 

As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, 
When plundering herds assail their byke; 
As open pussie's mortal foes, 
When, pop! she starts before their nose; 
As eager runs the market-crowd, 
When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; 
So Maggie runs, the witches follow, 
Wi' mony an eldritch skriech and hollo. 

Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin'! 
In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin'! 
In vain thy Kate awaits thy commin'! 
Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! 
Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, 
And win the key-stane o' the brig; 
There at them thou thy tail may toss, 
A running stream they dare na cross. 
But ere the key-stane she could make, 
The fient a tail she had to shake! 
For Nannie, far before the rest, 
Hard upon noble Maggie prest, 
And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; 
But little wist she Maggie's mettle - 
Ae spring brought off her master hale, 
But left behind her ain gray tail; 
The carlin claught her by the rump, 
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. 

No, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son take heed; 
Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, 
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind, 
Think! ye may buy joys o'er dear - 
Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare. 


Tam O' Shanter - Longshot Nelson and the Disjoints

Our new mini album recorded at Stealth Recording Studios Glasgow.
Original Tracks - 
Fire and Rain (D.Young)
Mary Brown (J.Murray)
Kickin' over fences (D.Young)

Made Of Stone

Formerly Longshot Nelson. Album available here:
https://cheapwinerecords.bandcamp.com/album/whispers-in-the-fireplace

Tam O' Shanter - Longshot Nelson and the Disjoints

Ghost of Bennane