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Pain behind the smile

A simple chord progression I stumbled on gradually evolved into this piece.

Umbriel

Dulcinea – Testo e Musica di Flavio Pozzaglio

L’onda sopra il mare sta per arrivare (2v)

Tra qualche giorno io mi vado a sposare (3v) 
E Papà sta male, traspare come un’ombra e stringe le fedi in mano 
lasciato solo alle consuetudini, dice a tutti che gli sembra strano

Tra qualche giorno io mi vado a sposare (3v) 
Primo in un mare
Discorsi e giorni senza un nome
di un bene libero amore al sole
ma l'etichetta non ha ancora il benestare del signore

In un tuo sguardo sembri proprio Dulcinea
Un’ amore appeso a un filo, un mio abbaglio una dea
Sono Alonso contro il vento, sognatore con te al mio fianco
e ci si lancia felici contro i mulini a vento

L’onda sopra il mare sta per arrivare (2v)
Tra qualche giorno io mi vado a sposare (3v) 
E Papà sta male, traspare come un’ombra e stringe le fedi in mano
lasciato solo alle consuetudini, dice a tutti che gli sembra strano

Da un tuo sguardo sembri proprio Dulcinea, un amore appeso a un filo sei il mio tutto, una dea
svetta la fascia tricolore è la repubblica del nuovo amore 
e da domani  questo sacramento non farà più sparlare.

L’onda sopra il mare sta per arrivare (2v) La vita va bene se la prendi come viene (2v)
Solo per te mio rinnovato amore, bellezza che non potrà mai sfiorire



Dulcinea - Text and Music by Flavio Pozzaglio

The wave above the sea is about to arrive (2v)
In a few days I'm going to get married (3v)
And Dad is sick, he shines like a shadow and holds the wedding rings in his hand
left alone to habits, he tells everyone that he seems strange to him

In a few days I'm going to get married (3v)
First in a sea
Speeches and days without a name
of a good free love in the sun
but the label does not yet have the approval of the gentleman

In one of your eyes you look like Dulcinea
A love hanging by a thread, my mistake a goddess
I am Alonso against the wind, dreamer with you by my side
and we hurl ourselves happily at the windmills

The wave above the sea is about to arrive (2v)
In a few days I'm going to get married (3v)
And Dad is sick, he shines like a shadow and holds the wedding rings in his hand
left alone to habits, he tells everyone that he seems strange to him

From one of your eyes you look like Dulcinea, a love hanging by a thread you are my everything, a goddess
stands the tricolor band is the republic of the new love
and from tomorrow this sacrament will no longer cause people to gossip.

The wave above the sea is about to arrive (2v) Life is fine if you take it as it comes (2v)
Only for you my renewed love, beauty that will never fade

Dulcinea

Midnight lamb lost in the park

... made in the shortest time - from scratch: beat, keyboard, arpeggiated synth, Danmoi & flute; all synthwork & physical instruments by me - enjoy the flow !!! .......... photo by: Emile Guillemot, unsplash

trance

The Mystery Of Motion

Jeremy J Saks - The Mystery Of Motion

Same Time, Same Place : Bluebottles : December 2016

Hylda from Balham, our No. 1 fan, has set up a "Facebook page" devoted to the band. We'll be contributing new songs, archive photos and, of course, road-tales/philosophical musings from my autobiography.
https://www.facebook.com/Bluebottlesnewwave/

There's always a tendency at this time of year for people to focus on the things they think they need rather than being thankful for what they've already got. 

Swept along by the consumerist tide, it's so easy to lose perspective.
It reminds me of an opportunity which came our way in the late seventies when we'd relocated to the States and were gathering rave reviews from the style, culture and origami magazines. 
In fact, there's a chapter in my autobiography dealing specifically with our ahead-of-its-time TV series

{The book is available for a limited time in a collector's edition complete with genuine gas station receipts and an unused ticket for our 1980 "Tea with the Shah" concert. A must for all true fans}

"The network guy was confident the new serial could make us the next Charlie's Angels. 
A mystery-solving undercover rock band comprising an attorney from Brooklyn, a former Belgian racing driver turned playboy and a hard-bitten ex-cop from Boston, solving crimes in between sell-out stadium gigs. 

As he was fond of saying  : They're gonna love you, baby.

He wanted to get production underway before a rival network launched their new series about a crack commando unit, sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit, still wanted by the government and surviving as soldiers as fortune. Judging by that synopsis their plan would never come together.

We cancelled the lucrative Jimmy Carter-Second-Term gig on the advice of the focus groups, all of whom were confident that Gold, Franconchamps & Murphy would be a ratings smash."

A sobering reminder that things don't always turn out how as planned....
Which is why the new Bluebottles personal organiser app makes an ideal present for 2017.
And why not make next year's brand new Bluebottles album your first event-reminder ?
{ Only compatible with MS-DOS ver 3.3 & later}

Guitars & Bass : ELT
Drums : Gary Reeves
Vocals : Gordon M
*****
Same Time, Same Place

Every TV show and every song I hear speaks to me
Every advert knows my name, every jingle rings a bell
A Christmas movie, two hours that I won't see again
Here's to Capra, Dickens, Crosby, to imaginary 
Friends, friends, friends. 
This silent night

Pass the parcel, rip the wrap, party spirit 1-2-3
Hear the music, when it stops, take a seat they're always free
Drain another glass, smile, a joke I've heard before
Lines are fumbled, not my key, wake me up when wassailing's
Done, done, done
Down, down, down
Have I ever been.... solo

All washed up, the tide rolls in
A kind of Crusoe for today
Empty bottle SOS
Have I missed the postage date?
Guess I've missed the postage date
Yes, I've missed the postage date

Was it one wise king who sang the Lonely Christmas thing?
Or just some other man trapped inside a tribute band

Same time, same place, next year

Same Time, Same Place - {ELT--Gary Reeves--gordon m}

#je suis Lola too 
Vincent Carayol: texte,chant,
Tom Regneir: Musiquehttps://soundcloud.com/tom-r-gnier/letting-go
Illustration : N.L

Il y a deux mois, Tom Regnier, un ami de la communauté soundcloud, et dans laquelle nous suivons mutuellement nos activités musicales, avec beaucoup de plaisir et d' affinités, m' a proposé une collab'
C'est à dire qu'il m'a envoyé une de ses musiques ,piano principalement, en me proposant d'en faire faire une chanson, et carte blanche pour moi
Classe, Trés classe, Merci infiniment, Tom,
Alors, après quelques écoutes, m'est venu cette idée, ce titre, et l'ambiance..et de suivre ce fil là..petit à petit
Ecrire de façon spontanée sur sa musique,
Exercice inhabituel pour moi
Et c est justement là que c'est interessant
se frotter à l'inconnu.
Alors, j' ai imaginé Lola,
Personne seule , fragile et forte à la fois,
à un moment particulier de sa vie intime
Dans sa solitude comme dans sa liberté
Lola, c'est
Toi,
moi
C'est nous

Merci à Tom pour son esprit de partage, son empathie, et sa patience

C'est Une histoire simple......
J'espere juste qu'elle vous parlera
Merci

Lola, ou la dernière Plage

Dimanche soir, six heures moins le quart,,
Au 28, rue des 40 èmes rugissants
Lola se remet la dernière plage de l’album
Comme tous les soirs
C’est toujours à cette heure là, que ça peut partir en vrille
Entre chien et loup, ça ne plaisante pas
Ca fait pas de cadeaux
Elle s’est accrochée comme une dingue à ce disque,
De plage en plage, de caresses en baffes, de rage en déferlantes…
D’hommes venus, d’hommes partis,
Lola s’échoue sur…

La dernière plage
La dernière plage
La dernière plage

La vie est dure, alors Lola s’accroche aux branches,
C’est la meilleure façon de ne jamais perdre le ciel de vue
Lola se sent invisible, mais elle est fière et forte
Comme tous les humbles flamboyants
Ni princesse ni sorcière,
Lola ne veux pas rentrer dans les cases
Lola veux juste qu’on lui foute la paix
Après tout, elle ne l’a pas volé
Elle n’a pas de comptes à rendre.
Elle a fait ses preuves
Elle est libre, non ?
Lola sourit
Au beau milieu de

La dernière plage
La dernière plage
La dernière plage

Lola ferme les yeux,
La dernière chanson,
Sa préférée, bien sur,
Cette voix qui la caresse, qui la rassure, ces mots qui content une histoire, peut-être son histoire, elle se dit :
Qui sait, peut-être que c’est pour moi toute seule ?
C'est tellement drole
Comme ça me ressemble
Et comme ca fait du bien…
De se retrouver sur..

La dernière plage
La dernière plage
La dernière plage

Approximate translation:
The last beach
the last track, too, i precise, because in French, track and Beach are the same word" plage"..;o)

Sunday evening, a quarter to eighteen,
At 28, 40 emes roissants streeet
Lola is playing again the last track in the album
Like every night
It's always at this time that it can go into a spin
Between "dog and wolf", ain' no time to laught
Nor gifts
She hung on this record like crazy,
From beach to beach, from caresses to slaps, from rage to breaking waves…
Men came, men left,
Lola runs aground on ...

The last beach
The last beach
The last beach

Life is hard, so Lola clinbs to the branches,
It's the best way to never loose sight of the sky
Lola feels invisible, but she is proud and strong
Like all the flamboyants humbles
Neither princess nor witch,
Lola don't want to go in the boxes
Lola just want to be left quiet
After all, she didn't steal it
She is not accountable.
She made her proofs
She's free, allright?
Lola smiles
In the middle of

The last beach
The last beach
The last beach

Lola closes her eyes,
The last song,
His favorite, of course,
This voice which caresses her, which reassures her, these words which tell a story, perhaps her story, she says to herself:
Who knows, maybe it's all for me alone?
It's seems so strange
How it's looks like me
She says to herself, Lola, and how good it feels ...
To end up on.

The last beach
The last beach
The last beach

Album inconnu (01/02/2020 17:16:38)

Lola, ou la dernière plage

You might like to watch a video for this track at https://youtu.be/gEGUNGA_sKo or https://vimeo.com/465584816

This was primarily an ambient track, but then a harmonic and rhythmic content showed up in my mind, and a couple of lines of lyrics immediately followed, so I guess it turned to be some kind of experimental ethnic desert blues... I don't know whether I'm right or wrong, I'm not so good at labelling music.
It's all about Africa, quite obviously. What if the same panic that many people in Western countries are experiencing now because of COVID-19 was a permanent condition? What if beside epidemics we had to face wars, famines, poverty, rapes, violence and structural corruption every single day of our life? I had these and other questions in my mind while recording this tune...

Teth Sin : acoustic guitars, vocals, Cretan lyra, samplers

Original composition, arrangement, lyrics, mix, mastering & cover artwork design by Teth Sin

What About Africa?

En Penumbra

The path from breakdown back to balance is long and hard, with many a back-breaking night staring into ceiling and countless days self-incarcerated via the tangle of bedsheets. 

But don't give up, because you CAN reach your destination, no matter how scary the road.

****************************************************

LYRICS
Just Go -- 
Walk my troubles astray
Please mask the strain
Find myself new ways to pass the day
Life 'Lix, a stone for all-chemical brain

How can hours be so hard to while away
When you feel the drag, this constant drain

Lately 
I 
Seem 
More ebb than flow, 
The swell inflames The pain 
The pain too easy stains
The will and why not while away 
Stay in Bed, 
Why not just stay in Bed, 
Why not just stay in Bed, 
Why not just stay in Bed, and sleep away

***

Another night, mind eye wide agape
Don't know what was sleep, 
What was food for thought, 
What part was pray
Can't be sure my moral gray
still points where self-care books escape
If the wicked weren't meant to rest, 
Then what cards are left to play?

I am trying so goddamn hard this time
I won't let myself give up, drop out, fall down... slip away