It’s Christmas time, it’s here again
Time to be with my friends
It’s Christmas time, I’m gonna be
Home with my family

All the people in the street you see
Are happy, happy as can be
It’s the Christmas spirit in the air
It’s falling, falling everywhere
Everywhere I go
Dancing in the snow
It’s the thing to do
It’s up to you

It’s Christmas time, it’s here again
Time to be with my friends
It’s Christmas time, I’m gonna be
Home with my family

Jingle bells is ringing at my door
It’s Carol and a whole lot more
What a joy to see them standing there
There’s singing, singing everywhere
Everywhere I go
Dancing in the snow
It’s the thing to do
It’s up to you

It’s Christmas time, it’s here again
Time to be with my friends
It’s Christmas time, I’m gonna be
Home with my family
All the people in the street you see
Are happy, happy as can be
Jingle bells is ringing at my door
It’s Carol and a whole lot more
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year

Funky With You

It's Christmas Time

Remixed and remastered 6 January 2025
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I wrote the following song about the  1969 draft lottery.  The number that were selected ranged form 1 to 366 and were associated with your birthday.  If you were male and the right age you had a number picked.  a low number meant your chances of being drafted were very high.  
I got the number 366.  The best you could get.

Here are the lyrics:

Verse1:
Why were they making us play that game
There were no winners you could only lose
They signed us up on the day we were born
It wasn't something you got to choose
Nobody I knew ever wanted to play
But we could only wait for that call
All of us were living out on the edge
Waiting for a hammer to fall

Verse 2:
Didn't seem to be a way out of the game
Though I kept trying year after year
No matter what I did everything kept looking
A whole lot worse than I even feared
The rules kept changing and you never knew
How they'd choose who'd they get to own
Those were the ones that they could put in the grinder
While the rest of us, they just might leave alone

Chorus 1:
They put numbers in a barrel gave it a mix
Everybody got a number. I got 366
The final number. The best it could be
I won my life, in a lottery
366
366
366
366

Verse 3:
I didn't want to watch 'em playing with numbers
Didn't like what they were doing it for
But after a while someone whispered to me
They'd given me the very highest score
I should have been happy about 366
But I kept wondering what I could say
To whoever it was who had to play in my place
What kind of price did they have to pay

Chorus 2:
They put numbers in a barrel gave it a mix
Everybody got a number. I got 366
The very final number. best I could get
I'm just not ready to get over it yet
366
366
366
366

#OUTRO
It really happened I swear it really happened
It's hard to believe that it happened back then
If we're not careful, if we don't pay attention
Then they're going to find a way to play it again
366
366
366
366

Three Sixty-Six

Remedies!

ASIDERAL SPACE

Este Tema surgio como una idea para una produccion cinematografica muy especifica, ellos querian que no tuviese letra pero si sentimiento, que mezclara sonidos del #Blues y #rnb , con una atmosfera dramatica e inquietante, a la final no quedo como ganador. Se los regalo por aca a todo mi comunidad. Espero sea de su agrado.

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An album of six songs based on the concept of atonal progressive music. Its alternative sounds bring to life a mix of avant-garde music and an electronic texture enriched with concrete sound elements.

Simulated mirages

I hope that I won't be that wrong anymore, 
And maybe I've learned this time. 
I hope that I find what I'm reaching for, 
The way that it is in my mind. 

Someday I'll get over you. 
I'll live to see it all through. 
But I'll always miss, 
Dreaming my dreams with you. 

But I won't let it change me, 
Not if I can. 
I'd rather believe in love. 
And give it away as much as I can, 
To those that I'm fondest of. 

Someday I'll get over you. 
I'll live to see it all through. 
But I'll always miss, 
Dreaming my dreams with you. 

Someday I'll get over you. 
I'll live to see it all through. 
But I'll always miss, 
Dreaming my dreams with you.

Dreaming My Dreams With You (Waylon Jennings Cover)

Le violon de Zied ZOUARI donne une certaine émotion à la chanson dont le texte est sensible, et Juan SAUBIDET toujours aussi sobre et efficace, tient la contrebasse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnUPSN2jeqg
paroles:
Un jour, ils viendront te chercher,
Tu entendras leurs pas légers.
Crisser sur le pâle gravier,
De ton enfance écartelée,
De ton enfance écarte les.
Ils te prendront dans leurs filets,
Comme un papillon esseulé,
Tes ailes mauves déployées,
Tu chercheras à t'envoler.
C'est comme ça quand la raison te quitte,
C'est comme ça quand la folie t'invite,
Quand les vagues déferlent,
Comme un collier de perles.
Et le temps ne t'appartient même plus,
Et le vent ne te parvient même plus,
Ta mémoire sombre fuit,
Comme une ville engloutie.
Comme une ville engloutie.
Regard absent que rien ne change,
Reflets de la folie qui mange.
Dans tes tiroirs secrets tu ranges,
Le vert, le bleu, le gris l'orange,
Le vert, le bleu, le gris l'orange.
Vénères tu un dieu, un diable,
Comme une denrée périssable.
Un écolier sans son cartable,
Aux matières, tu retires la table.
C'est comme ça quand la raison te quitte,
C'est comme ça quand la folie t'invite,
Quand les vagues déferlent,
Comme un collier de perles.
Et le temps ne t'appartient même plus,
Et le vent ne te parvient même plus,
Ta mémoire sombre fuit,
Comme une ville engloutie.
Comme une ville engloutie.
Un jour je te ressemblerai,
Et j'entendrai leur pas légers..

Christian PERUTI

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Le vert, le bleu, le gris, l'orange

Le vert, le bleu, le gris , l'orange

The Illusions' Edge

Crysera - The Pain I Manage 

Official Release
#sadmusic #2025 #crysera 

Crysera - The Pain I Manage

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As a composer, guitarist, and poet, Giuseppe Bonaccorso is firmly attached to atonal, avant-garde, and highly experimental music. A countercultural artist, he works out his music through original compositional processes never tied to mainstream culture.
#Guitar #Composition #AvantGarde