Magnifique chanson qui touche par son texte et ton interprétation très douce sur ce petit air de country fort seyant.... très beau début d'année cher Imre

Oh~~~Wonderful Ride...Always your vocals and sound draw my ear....Amazing!!!

il y a besoin de toujours pour te ecouter Imre --j'aime ta jouissance et ironie!

jadore   les paroles  pleines d humour  et l accompagnement musical bien rythmé  bravo

Chanson clef mec! Tu l'as clouée sur le mur du studio aux Pays-d'en-Haut P'tain t'en feu! Bises.

MOVING ALL THESE NEW BEAUTIES !!

We have had another magic invite from Mamoru, and Jamie and I have had a lot of fun working with him on this fab classic. It came together quite quickly, as we all felt a lot of empathy with the song and Mamoru's arrangement.
When I finished the vocals, I realised I had sung "take a chance" instead of "shake a hand" on the last line of the second verse..lol.. we left it in!
We hope you enjoy listening as much as we did creating it!

Composed by the Trumpeter and Bandleader Joe Morris and originally recorded by Faye Adams in 1953
Mamoru - Rhythm Guitar, Bass, Drums, Mixing
Jamie - Piano, Hammond Organ
Lizzie - Vocals
L.Pentland - Cover Picture

Shake A Hand ( Mamoru Tsuzuki/Jamie Rhind/Lizzie Taypen)

This is a fun song dedicated to.........Well we  all know at least one...enjoy 

Just for fun not based on anybody that I know ...if you see yourself here it is just a coincidence ...ha ha 

Johnny

Look at me ( The Narcissist's anthem )

IL FAUDRA BEAUCOUP DE JOURS POUR M’AIMER
BEAUCOUP DE TOUJOURS POUR M’OUBLIER
BIEN D’AUTRES AVANT TOI S’Y SONT ESSAYÉ MAIS
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ

TOI OU LUI OU QUI QUE VOUS SOYEZ
POUR FAIRE DE MOI LE GRILLON DU FOYER
FAUDRA BEAUCOUP DE PATIENCE EMPLOYER YEAH
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ

JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE L’ON VIOLE EN SCELLE
NI BELLE, NI MOCHE NI PUTAIN NI PUCELLE
JUSTE UNE ETINCELLE QUI S’ÉTEINT DANS LE CIEL
SI TU T’ACCROCHES TU CONNAITRAS LE GOÛT DU SEL

TU M’AS PRIS POUR UNE POUPÉE YÉYÉ
DE CIRE OU DE SON UN DISQUE RAYÉ
AVEC UNE SEULE IDÉE, TE L’ENVOYER MAIS
JE N’ÉTAIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYIEZ

JE NE SUIS PAS DE CELLES QU’ON CROISE DANS LES MISSELS
NI BELLE, NI MOCHE NI PUTAIN NI PUCELLE
JUSTE UNE ÉTINCELLE QUI EMBRASE LE CIEL
SI TU M’APPROCHES TU CONNAITRAS LE GOÛT DU MIEL

A CORP A CRIS TU PEUX LARMOYER
A JAMBES EN L’AIR ET GORGE DÉPLOYÉE
BIEN D’AUTRES QUE TOI S’Y SONT FOURVOYÉS YEAH
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ 
OYEZ OYEZ
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ

CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ (Lyrics)

Introduction in English:

Last summer I went wandering in the Black Forest with my oldest friend. After a long day of walking, we stopped at a rather musty inn.   
We were chewing on the overcooked pasta casserole when suddenly the door opened and a young lady entered the inn. With her noble and elegant-delicate appearance she did not fit at all to the stuffy environment.
She sat down together with her family, who hermetically sealed her off, at the next table.
My friend and I immediately had the same association of a "sad beauty". On the outside, she seemed to hold herself together like an extremely well-formed porcelain figure. In her being, however, she seemed deeply lonely, isolated, and almost broken to us.  
For a very brief moment, our eyes met. And in this millisecond-eye gaze into her soul, this chanson was born.  
Since this young woman would have fit more into the Versailles chateau culture of the late 18th century, I sing this chanson in a frail French.

Lyrics in English (for those who don't speak French)

Sad Beauty

You sit there, upright, as if oiled
The hair tamed, strictly gelled

Behind the glazed look,
A shadow falls back
On misfortune

Your face marbled,
Brightly made up, highly decorated
like a disused fairy tale lake
like a nestless animal

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom

Sad Beauty, Sad Beauty, so sad

Your little daughter sits to your left
Wants your answer, but you are silenced

Your mother feeling is completely drained

Your parents look at you
They can't reach you anymore
Your sister is shaking at your garden gate
Even from your beloved ones you are cut off

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom
Sad beauty, sad beauty, so sad

Sad Beauty

Track four from the new solo album 'Automatic Karma Situation' in collaboration with the Verulium project, full album on bandcamp:

amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/auto…-situation

Thanks to all for listening and for your much appreciated support! :)

Automatic Karma Situation

The New Life

Одинокое слово летит в даль.
Серое небо, серый край.
Оно, как чайка над волной.
Закончив круг один,
На перепутье мы глядим.
И все вокруг кричит постой.

И миг, как сотни лет.
Пройдет, а может нет.
Увижу ль я…

И миг, как сотни лет.
Пройдет, а может нет.
Увижу ль я…

Проходит все –
Года и ветры.
И сотни лет сменяют сотни дней.
Вступая в новый мир,
Надежд не счесть нам –
Все будет лучше, чем теперь.

И миг, как сотни лет.
Пройдет, а может нет.
Увижу ль я…

И миг, как сотни лет.
Пройдет, а может нет.
Увижу ль я…

Lonely Word

Primal

Elixation

Bandcamp

Declension

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboard, Master Mix https://soundcloud.com/brian-butts-565934842
Marc Freak - Vocals, Lyrics

What's a name?
The concept is overrated
I took my past and set it on fire
The look you gave me it told a story
I think our paths crossed but I don't know why

CHORUS
My legacy in flames
We're who we are
Forget the fun and games
Remove the scar

I had a dream
Maybe its paranoia
I'm sure you were standing by the corner
In a black dress
The eyes of an apparition
This time you feel a little warmer

CHORUS

Are we both fake?
Mistaken identity
I lost my life lighting the fire

CHORUS

Mistaken Identity (Brian Butts feat. Marc Freak)

Stratospherica

As a friend of mine said, just tune in to the frequency and see what happens. This is what came of that. Love you all so much thanks for listening.

Frequency - Improv #30

Homage to Relativity Theory's Centenary & Mr. Albert Einstein.
Based on a delightful 6/4 main theme by https://soundcloud.com/exploderamera, we offer to the listener some variations on 5/4, 4/4 & 2/4 signatures, relatively round composition, lotta love, and two questions...
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Music: ExploderaMera and E-Ruizzo
Lyrics: Albert Einstein
Vocals & Artwork: ExploderaMera
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There are five houses.
The Englishman lives in the red house.
The Spaniard owns the dog.
Coffee is drunk in the green house.
The Ukrainian drinks tea.
The green house is immediately to the right of the ivory house.
The Old Gold smoker owns snails.
Kools are smoked in the yellow house.
Milk is drunk in the middle house.
The Norwegian lives in the first house.
The man who smokes Chesterfields lives in the house next to the man with the fox.
Kools are smoked in the house next to the house where the horse is kept.
The Lucky Strike smoker drinks orange juice.
The Japanese smokes Parliaments.
The Norwegian lives next to the blue house"

Now, who drinks water?
Who owns the zebra?

ER00EC12

Einsteins's Riddle (with ExploderaMera)

Suspense

Last month my friend Jeff/Stonerjazz sent me a preview of this song he was about to release (https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/01-i-still), and he was so kind to ask me if I wanted to add anything to it. We had been planning a collaboration for months, so I happily started to work on it, recording a few instrumental tracks. I got inspired from Jeff's amazing lyrics and vocal harmonies, and we're both happy about the way this tune turned out to sound.
A wonderful collaboration that we'd like to dedicate to all of you SoundCloud maestros, wishing everyone a happy new year. Peace, love and happiness...

LYRICS:

captured in the eddy of the river bright, the still life painted with the colors of the soul, the dead-eyed and the damaged wander through the landscape of the misty light without compassion for our plight.
even in the darkest night there’s drops of paint, notes from my guitar, and tiny light that usher in such lush delights, though worthless in the merchants eye, the maestro has the wings to fly…
it’s a big mess, got a hole in my chest, taken down and crushed like apples in a press, i confess to everything i’ve ever done. every single one of us… on the run.
when minds are quiet, the stink of revolution floats in the air, and the overlords they waste away in deep despair… slippin in the deep end not so quietly. fantastic sights!!
tin can rattle in the back, living in a tiny shack, standing in the middle of a two lane blacktop gazing at a cloud i saw some thirty years ago.

Stonerjazz : vocals
Teth Sin : electric & acoustic guitars, bass, samplers (mellotron, drums, piano)

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

The Maestro

The Maestro | feat. Stonerjazz

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CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ (Lyrics)

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