Some of you will be familiar with this tune, and indeed it has been modified to include a bit of audio which was the basis of the theme. This bit of audio is the original recording of Stephen around 1982. I had looked for that recording for decades to be included just before the start off this song. Also, most recently I had redoubled my effort to find it to play for my beautiful wife as  she lay on her death bed. But, alas, I was only to find it the very day after her passing.

As you might imagine, the old cassette tape was full of hiss. So, my good friend and mentor, Sander (https://soundcloud.com/wane-of-summer), volunteered to help subtract that flaw and render Stephen's little voice to crystal clarity. Well, that is very much part of Sander's trademark. Thank you, Sander.

And below follows the original description of the song:


This is a song from a child which has no voice of his own. Having succumbed to the side effects of a childhood vaccination, he was never able to learn the spoken word...though through some miracle he seems to have developed perfect pitch. 

How would I know? Well, if I pick up various objects which can make a tone if they are blown into, though he may have heard it only once before, he will sometimes sing the note as it is being picked up. Blow into that object and, sure enough, he is in tune with it.

He was only about 3 years old when we were trying in vain to get him to speak into a tape recorder. Instead, he came up with this tune, which I decided to just add accompaniment. The original recording actually had his voice on it, but it has been lost over the years.

Stephen's Song (REMIX)

Proof Of Work 1

The song has a remarkable age, and I changed it several times. This is the today version, recorded (guitar and vocals) with a RØDE NT-USB+; you can hear dogs barking in the distance (but I don't think they were protesting at me). The outro is from an earlier version.

LYRICS (ENG / ITA)

Break the biscuit of a only word
Dip it in the milk, see if it drips
A verse or something to put in my mouth
See what it touches me: the thorn or the rose

Cradle the minutes of some clock
To see them go slower
A precious alarm clock to put in the bank
But still I miss a thorn or a rose

It's the house made of sugar
when darkness falls
has cork steps
and walls of ashes
the inhabitants are sordid
they have a soft soul
they are foolish and perverse
it is the house of verses

Stealing the colours of a famous painting
sell them by the pound to a greedy painter
a murderous night to put on canvas
Will be worth the candle a rose or a thorn

To bet a needle from your haystack
But be a magician and find a thousand
a glorious hunt to put in your pocket
And more is not enough a thorn or a rose

It's the house made of sugar
when darkness falls
has cork steps
and walls of ashes
the inhabitants are sordid
they have a soft soul
they are foolish and perverse
it is the house of verses

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Spezzare il biscotto di qualche parola
tuffarlo nel latte, vedere se cola
Un verso o qualcosa da mettere in bocca
veder se mi tocca la spina o la rosa

Cullare i minuti di qualche orologio
vederli cresciuti andare più adagio
una sveglia preziosa da mettere in banca
ma ancora mi manca una spina o una rosa

E' la casa di zucchero 
al calar delle tenebre
ha scalini di sughero
e pareti di cenere
gli abitanti son sordidi
hanno un'anima soffice
sono stolti e perversi
è la casa dei versi

Rubare gli effetti di un quadro famoso
rivenderli a etti a un pittore goloso
una notte assassina da metter su tela
varrà la candela una rosa o una spina

Scommettere un ago del vostro pagliaio
ma essere un mago e trovarne un migliaio
una caccia gloriosa da mettere in tasca
e più non mi basta una spina o una rosa

E' la casa di zucchero 
al calar delle tenebre
ha scalini di sugherio
e pareti di cenere
gli abitanti son sordidi
hanno un'anima soffice
sono stolti e perversi
è la casa dei versi


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Lyrics: Pier Massimo Forni e Michele Ansani
Music: Michele Ansani (1979)
Recorded in 2024, October 14-15.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, October 16
Cover photo is from Pietro Corrao.

La casa dei versi (House of Verses) **

AMERICAN MESSIAHS

Muumi Mamma ja Muumi Pappa hässivät yhdessä

Reaching for some naïve tones.

Random drawing, uh, I don't know what the heck that is-- thingy by me.

Still A Rugrat

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Escapism 1

self-foregetful

@bloodsekai 

(lyrics)
as i look at you 
you cut me up
you throw me out
you say im not much
you know what you’re doing
youre driving me crazy 
ask if i love you
thats a maybe

as i look at you 
you cut me up
you throw me out
you say im not much
you know what you’re doing
youre driving me crazy 
ask if i love you
thats a maybe

i don’t know what youre talking about 
i got blood in my hair and it’s running down
you know that it gets to me i’m scared
talk about your trauma i had my share

i don’t know what youre talking about 
i got blood in my hair and it’s running down
you know that it gets to me i’m scared
talk about your trauma i had my share

as i look at you 
you cut me up
you throw me out
you say im not much
you know what you’re doing
youre driving me crazy 
ask if i love you
thats a maybe

as i look at you 
you cut me up
you throw me out
you say im not much
you know what you’re doing
youre driving me crazy 
ask if i love you
thats a maybe

as i look at you 
you cut me up
you throw me out
you say im not much
you know what you’re doing
youre driving me crazy 
ask if i love you
thats a maybe

as i look at you 
you cut me up
you throw me out
you say im not much
you know what you’re doing
youre driving me crazy 
ask if i love you
thats a maybe

romantic killer prod bloodsekai *all plats*

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