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AB_REPOSTS Playlist 158 The Latest songs from some fantastic
Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

Playlist 158

AB Playlist 155 The latest songs from these fantastic Artists & Bands.

AB Playlist 155

El 16 de septiembre se celebra la independencia de México,es el mes patrio,y estás 2 piezas , bien mexicanas,para celebrar con mis amigos 🌇🌋🎉🫂

CATS FALL IN LOVE IN A WILDFLOWER GARDEN

20250921 MIX

Here are a few songs that we like a lot, acoustic ones, all written and composed by real people . Some of these persons became "soundcloud friends". That is precious. Take care, relax and play music!

Acoustic

Sur un texte de Michel Benoit
musique, arrangement, instrumentation ,interprétation et enregistrement  par Alban Jacques Bouquette au Studio d'Azy

A Decize,    
Y’a des filles qui sourient,    
Quand on chante des chansons,     
Et les toits des maisons
Qui jouent d’l’accordéon,           
A Decize,

 Sur L’Aron,     
C’est la fête aux copains    
La guinguette est ouverte          
Et au son des flons flons
Les pêcheurs font la quête             
Aux Poissons,

Y’a tes yeux,  
Qui me disent je t’aime        
Et ne me quittent pas,            
Mais Decize c’est une ile,
Qu’on franchit pas à pas,        
Par les ponts,
 
Y’a La Loire,    
Qui s’écoule lentement        
Au rythme des chansons,     
Sous les yeux des amants
Qui se fiche des saisons,        
A Decize
 
Y’a le canal,          
Quand l’printemps refleurit             
Les écluses s’envolent,          
Pour Avril ou Fleury
En une farandole             
Sous les halles,
 
Au rocher,      
Y’a Saint-Just            
Qui nous parle,   
Et qui nous tend les bras
Qui nous montre Paris,     
Et nous dit ça ira       
ça Ira ,
 
C’est l’été,    
Sur un air de Monnot,            
Genevoix fait des claquettes,          
Et au fil de l’eau     
L’piano joue à tue-tête        
Au café  
  
Y’a tes yeux,       
Qui me disent vient voir,           
La Loire est un miroir,           
Qui nous parle le soir
Et nous conte son histoire,          
A Decize,
la la la …
Y’a des jours,        
Venus de St Leger,           
De Champvert ou d’Verneuil,         
On vient pour partager
Le bonheur sur le seuil            
De Decize.
Y’a tes yeux,       
Qui me disent vient voir,           
La Loire est un miroir,           
Qui nous parle le soir
Et nous conte son histoire,          
A Decize,

Y’a La Loire,     
Qui s’écoule lentement        
Au rythme des chansons,     
Sous les yeux des amants,
Qui se fiche des saisons,                             
A Decize

A Decize

Six Feet Never Felt So Far. By Glenny G November 8th 2021
SIX FEET NEVER FELT SO FAR
I RIDE ALONE IN MY CAR
I LOOK TOWARDS A DISTANT STAR
WONDER IF THERE'S LIFE ON MARS
WENT TO FISH MY FAVORITE LAKE
WHEN THE GROUND BEGAN TO SHAKE
I'VE NEVER FELT A REAL EARTHQUAKE
AM I ASLEEP OR AM I AWAKE
I CAN'T DENY IT I SEE THE SIGNS
AS THE SUMMER FRUIT ROTS ON THE VINE
NOW THEY SAY THERE'S CLIMATE CHANGE
STORMS AND FIRES HAVE MANY NAMES
WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHO'S TO BLAME
LIFE ON EARTH IS NOT THE SAME
THE WILDLIFE DISAPEARS
WE NEVER SHED A SINGLE TEAR
WE JUST BURN OUT ANOTHER YEAR
THEN LOOK OURSELVES IN THE MIRROR
BUT THERE'S A GOOD LIFE STILL AHEAD
I'M STILL BREATHING AND GODS NOT DEAD
GODS NOT DEAD NO GODS NOT DEAD 
SOLO/CHORUS
THERE SEEMS TO BE TWO DIFFERENT TRIBES
WE'RE CUT IN HALF AND THEN DIVIDE
ALL ALONG IT DON'T SEEM RIGHT
SIX FEET APART NO END IN SIGHT

Six Feet Never Felt So Far (Original) With Lyrics

Interpretación y arreglos : Jesús Flores.


Producción y Mazterizacion: Arturo Guevara G.
The Noise Infection Studio

100 Años

Jarabe Tapatio

High recommendation of headphones, to fully enjoy sound adds and effects.

Letra / translated lyrics:

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la vieja madre...   /   the old mother...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la tierra extraña...   /   the strange land...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


Son tus raíces   /   Your roots are
más profundas que el tiempo.   /   deeper than time.
Olvida tu vida   /   Forget your life
que ahora es desierto.   /   which is now a desert.

Tus raíces de sangre se han perdido,   /   Your blood roots are lost
y tu exótico mundo ha envejecido.   /   and your exotic world has got old.
La llamada de la selva ha convertido:   /   The call of the jungle has turned:

tus batallas en guerras,   /   your battles to wars,
y tus bosques en hambre,   /   and your forests to hunger,
y tus hombres en tierra.   /   and your men to soil.

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
tus cantos lejanos...   /   your distant singings...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
ahora están muertos...   /   are dead now...
ahora están muertos.   /   are dead now.
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


... 1995 E-RUIZZO - 2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS

Google Play

África (Hombres de tierra)

When there is a wind, she shakes her head. She is dancing.

Everything played by hands (vs midi programming) on Roland VerseLab pads for extra loose and lively feel. Cover art: California Poppy in rare red color. California State flower since 1903. iPhone, Tomales Bay, California, Summer ‘25.

Musically yours! ~ S.P. ~
~ @samprock ~ @prockjet ~ @art-of-nonsense ~ @silentzen ~

Love

Wildflower

Most Definitly 2

I always wanted to make a sonic companion to the last song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I made together, “What Difference Does It Make.” I finally got my chance. This one came together real fast. Bitzone sent me a raw beat, I asked Frawstakwa to kick it off, and then I made some arrangement adjustments and laid down my lyrics and vocals based on Frawstakwa’s. Bitzone then finished it up and bada-boom, gotta move, gotta shake!

Massive thanks to Frawstakwa for bringing the fresh ideas and original verse and chorus vocals. And big thanks to Bitzone for always make the tracks more vivid than I could imagine. 

May there always be at least a little time to bounce in your week! 

Track Credits:
Bitzone: Music, Production, Arrangement, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net/
Frawstakwa: Verse and Chorus Lyrics and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
the Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Samples
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Intro: Louis Bloomfield

Lyrics: 

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

Here we are
Coming through
With whatever it takes
Full force
On these fools
All up in your face 
Show and prove
Break it down
To the drum 
And the bass
That good old
One two
Gotta move 
Gotta shake
Bada-boom
Something 
That you can feel
But wait
If you could feel 
Anything at all
Feeling great
Letting it flow
Mind body and soul
On my way
That’s how it goes
So the people them know
See you later

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I’m just your everyday reverie of an emcee
You see
I’m but a memory of the way 
You say it be
On this beat 
You project the street 
On the hit of the kick 
The click 
Boom, respect it’s the fire of the heat 
It’s the sweat dripping from the meat 
You expect flowing from that bass 
That slow tempo that’s got you feeling 
You on the creep, you on the chase
Brace fo the bounce putting you in the some headspace 
Race everyone to hear every ounce so tie up yo shoelace 
And let’s go 
Yo, lettin’ the people know

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

The flow is
Summoned 
On command
Dig deep
Within 
Without a plan
Improvise
And
Ka-blam 
That is called conviction
Can you understand
The definition
What is your religion?
Damn
It takes blind faith
To hope that one can trust
In what is true 
What is real
For real
So what it do?
We are here to
Be seen
Be heard
Be who
We truly are 
Hold up then
Please
Tell us
Who are you?
 
Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I got the feeling the bounce is appealing
Now that the ceiling’s been breaked
We got the unwilling to denounce appearing 
How it is that they never been waked 
Allow the revealing of the fake
Watch out we congealing as we get baked 
Take out that sponge cake, make no mistake 
It got that spring, there’s no remake 
Can feel the earth quake 
The beat is shaking
The bass is rumbling
So deep you feel your belly ache 
What’s at stake 
You gotta know
It’s that flow state 
We on a roll 
So slap on the butter baby
We gravy 
Grab a plate and
Before you go

Bounce
Bounce
To the boogie
The bang
The beat
Box
About
To bring it back
The breakdown
For the block
For my people
I see you
Gimme a pound
Tell me how
Have you been
For now
The breakdown
I’m here for you
Hear me loud 
And clear
We are responsible
For where we’re 
Bound
The breakdown
Heading out
Gotta beat the crowds
To get home
Put my feet up
While I eat on the couch
The breakdown

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

Break Down The Bounce

Bitzone, RS Frawstakwa & the Couch King - Break Down The Bounce

a song about Australia my home ……a little piano improv at the end with some bush sounds I recorded and the phenomenal playing of native instruments by the elders..........these are the sounds I remember as a young fella, having just immigrated from Belfast  Northern Ireland during the “troubles”  in 1980,  swapping petrol bombings and the sound  of patrolling army boots for the  song of the lyrebird and the scent of the bush is something I’ve not forgotten ,  so I’ve tried to capture that feeling a bit here……….cheers and peace for listening



sun on the face, warm is the night
red dust underfoot, desert rose growing high
the smell of the eucalypt hangs in the air
corellas in the oak tree, cockatoo doesn't care

it's the land i love the roads i walk
the people i know, the language we talk
i'll never leave i'm never alone
my life is here, this is my home

the afternoon storms blow in from the west
to offer relief 39 in the shade
the sound of distant thunder makes the kookaburra cry
ooh my cooinda, katjeri sky

it's the land i love the roads i walk
the people i know, the language we talk
i'll never leave i'm never alone
my spirit's here, this is my home

it's the land i love the roads i walk
the people i know, the language we talk
i'll never leave i'm never alone
our spirit's here, this is our home

Home

guardame los gatos..subanstrjbaj

The phrase Thy kingdom come is part of the Lord’s Prayer, a prayer that Jesus taught His disciples (and all future servants of His kingdom) as a pattern for prayer.In Luke 11:1, the disciples observed Jesus praying and wished to learn from Him how to pray. They recognized that Jesus’ day-to-day actions flowed from His intimate prayer life with God, and they wanted their lives to reflect the same. So Jesus taught them this model prayer: “Whenever you pray, say, Father, your name be honored as holy. Your kingdom come. Give us each day our daily bread. And forgive us our sins, for we ourselves also forgive everyone in debt to us. And do not bring us into temptation” (Luke 11:2–4, CSB).A fuller version of the Lord’s Prayer features in Matthew 6:9–15 as part of Jesus’ extensive teachings in the Sermon on the Mount. In both passages, Jesus includes the statement Thy kingdom come.

Let Thy Kingdom Come

LES PASSANTS DE LA PLUIE 

Tu rentres à l'aube ébouriffé comme un soleil 
A la lune, ta plume saigne de tout ses maux 
Tu rases les ruelles, les murs et les poubelles 
Découpent ta vie en lambeaux 

Trop vrai pour porter un costard dans leur parade 
Epingler un sourire au col de leur boutade 
Et dans les "places to be" jouer à qui ment le mieux 
Trop intact pour être comme eux 

Il faudrait faire semblant, jouer à être vivant 
Continuer d'être morne jusqu'à la fin des temps 
Mais mieux vaut être libre et se sentir en vie 
Que marcher dans le gris des passants de la pluie 

Dedans c'est le foutoir d' une chambre insalubre 
Alors tu prends ton paredessus usé de solitude 
Dehors le froid du nord mord déjà les passants 
Mais toi, ta liberté n'a pas de prise au vent 


Il faudrait faire semblant, jouer à être vivant 
Continuer d'être norme jusqu'à la fin des temps 
Mais mieux vaut être libre et se sentir en vie 
Que marcher dans les pas des passants de la pluie 

Si pour être soi-même il fallait renoncer 
Au confort, aux écrans, à la facilité 
Mieux vaut être Poète à poil devant la vie 
Qu' être clown à la fête des passants de la pluie
                                                             dlb2025

LES PASSANTS DE LA PLUIE

SUCH IS LIFE
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2025 AB Music

V1
IT'S ANOTHER ECLIPSE OF THE CITY
SOUNDS LIKE YOU'VE BEEN AWAY
S S SAILING AWAY
WHEN I FLOTE INTO YOUR EYE'S
LOOK'S LIKE YOUR FAR AWAY
THERE TO STAY
(CHORUS)
IT'S ALRIGHT, YOU'LL BE FINE
GET OFF THE GROUND, TO TAKE MY HAND
AND FALL AGAIN, TO FALL AGAIN
WE CAN HIDE AND TRY TO DEFINE
SUCH IS LIFE
V2
WE ALL LIVE IN THE CRIME OF THE FUTURE
FEELS LIKE THE END OF TIME
REALING AWAY
NOW YOU'VE SLID INTO THIS STYLE
IT'S NOT THAT YOU HAD TO STAY
I'M HERE TO SAY
(CHORUS)
IT'S ALRIGHT, YOU'LL BE FINE
GET OFF THE GROUND, TO TAKE MY HAND
AND FALL AGAIN, TO FALL AGAIN
WE CAN HIDE AND TRY TO DEFINE
SUCH IS LIFE
(BREAK)
(CHORUS)
END

SUCH IS LIFE

Tout m'est merveille - Remix

Fragile

Daydream V2 (version soundtrack )

Oh Baby I need you   (Open collaboration offer Paploviante)
Backing Track: 
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/still-think-positive-open-collab-offer
Lillithe: Mix, Arrangement and Production

Oh Baby I Need You (Open collaboration offer Paploviante)

QUE FONT NOS DIRIGEANTS

New Version of a song that I wrote in 2015

WELL, THE POSSUM, HE IS GONE
THE MAN IN BLACK, IS GONE TO
OLD NUMBER ONE IS GONE
THE HAG IS GONE TO

SHOTGUN WILLIE IS STILL AROUND
HE'S MISSIN' OLD NUMBER ONE
COUNTRY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
WHO'S GONNA TAKE THE BLAME

WISH I COULD GO BACK IN TIME
WHEN COUNTRY WAS MIGHTY FINE
DOWN HOME STORYTELLIN'
AND FINE FIDDLE PLAYIN'
THEM DAY'S ARE LONG GONE
YEA, THEM DAY'S ARE LONG GONE

MY DADDY LISTENED TO OLD HANK
PLAYED HIS TUNES ON HIS HARP
I CAN STILL HEAR HIM PLAYIN'
HEY GOOD LOOKIN' WHAT'S YOU GOT COOKIN'

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
OLD COUNTRY WILL BE BACK AROUND
NEW GENERATIONS WILL WONDER WHY
IF WE LET TRADITIONAL COUNTRY DIE

WISH I COULD GO BACK IN TIME
WHEN COUNTRY WAS MIGHTY FINE
DOWN HOME STORYTELLIN'
AND FINE FIDDLE PLAYIN'
THEM DAY'S ARE LONG GONE
YEA, THEM DAY'S ARE LONG GONE

(REPEAT VERSE 3, 4 AND CHORUS)


2015 © Lyrics by Tony Harris

Them Days Are Long Gone (New Version) - Lyrics by Tony Harris

World Premiered by Katherine Cheng	(violin) and Jeongmin Oak (piano) Kilbourn	Hall,	Eastman	School of Music Rochester,	NY | 
Friday, November	22,	2024

Program Notes:

“Tea with Debussy & Pärt in Casablanca” is a musical dream born from a vacation in Havana, Cuba. This piece imagines an encounter with the esteemed composers Arvo Pärt and Claude Debussy in the vibrant city of Casablanca, over Moroccan tea. It is not an imitation of their styles but rather a heartfelt conversation between us, infused with elements of both composers’ musical languages. Originally commissioned by Vincent Delorme for viola and piano, the piece was premiered in Montreal. The clarinet version, performed by double Grammy-nominated clarinetist Tasha Warren and pianist Yun Hao, premiered at the Mostly Modern Festival in Saratoga Springs, NY, in June 2024. Katherine Cheng, inspired by both the clarinet version and her experience performing in the sextet premiere of the first movement of my Suite “Moroccan Dances,” felt a strong connection to my compositional style. Her expressive playing and nuanced interpretation are well-suited to the music’s blend of minimalist and impressionistic elements. Katherine’s excitement about this collaboration led to the creation of this violin and piano version, marking the beginning of our artistic partnership. The piece begins with minimalist touches, a nod to Pärt’s recent works, where the piano introduces serene arpeggios that intertwine with expressive violin melodies. As the music progresses, it incorporates Debussy’s harmonic richness, weaving a tapestry of sound that captures the essence of typical Moroccan conversations—dynamic, lively, and filled with unexpected turns.

Tea with Debussy and Pärt in Casablanca for Violin and Piano - World Premiere

It’s been a while….. Hope you are enjoying your summer! Just a little chilled ditty for your perusal!
Thank you for all of your kind plays reposts and playlists!💐

Water Colour

Pierre and Jean-Claude Bordetti productions (c) 09/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.

Visage (Lyrics/Paroles)

J'ai aperçu son visage, mais ce n'était qu'un mirage, 
Comme un reflet dans l'orage, une illusion de passage,
Son regard m’a fait naufrage, dans un monde sans rivage,
Où l’amour n’est qu’un langage, perdu dans le vent sauvage.

Elle danse dans mes pensées, comme une ombre sans visage, 
Chaque nuit je veux l’aimer, mais je n’ai que son mirage,
Un soupir, un doux présage, puis le vide en héritage, 
Je poursuis son doux sillage, prisonnier de son image.

Visage



Sick of war. Tired of anger. This is a song i wrote just because i feeling tired of the way people die in war. Lyrics are in the description. This was posted yesterday . I was not happy with the mix. So i remixed it.
Lyrics: Tonybluestone
Vocals: Tonybluestone
Base: Eric Peters
Guitars: Eric Peters
Drums: Joe Ginter

Lyrics
Verse 1
I wake up to the sound of rain
Hitting hard against my window pane
Radio's talking 'bout another fight
Same old story every single night
Chorus
Whose war is it anyway?
Who's gonna make them pay?
Whose war is it anyway?
While we all fade away
Verse 2
My brother's boots are by the door
Been there since he left for this war
Mama cries when she thinks we can't see
Daddy drinks and stares at the TV
Chorus
Whose war is it anyway?
Who's gonna make them pay?
Whose war is it anyway?
While we all fade away
Solo
Verse 3
Met a man from the other side
Said his boy had also died
We sat there drinking whiskey straight
Talking 'bout our shared fate
Pre-chorus
Two fathers with the same pain
Standing in the pouring rain
Chorus
Whose war is it anyway?
Who's gonna make them pay?
Whose war is it anyway?
While we all fade away
Bridge
Rich men make the battle plans
While poor folks die with guns in hand
Tell me why we fight and bleed
For someone else's greed
Chorus
Whose war is it anyway?
Who's gonna make them pay?
Whose war is it anyway?
While we all fade away
Outro
Whose war...
Whose war is it anyway...


Whose war is it anyway {Remastered}

PIPI DANS LE JARDIN
UN CHIEN QUI ABOIE AU LOIN
LA LUNE POUR TÉMOIN PAS MOINS
MOI JE FAIS PIPI DANS LE JARDIN

PIPI DANS LE JARDIN
DEPUIS QUE TOUT GAMIN
MAMAN M’A DIT PIPI AU LIT C’EST PAS BIEN
MOI JE FAIS PIPI DANS LE JARDIN

PIPI DANS LE JARDIN
ARROSER LA ROSÉE DU MATIN
JE SAIS ÇA PISSE PAS LOIN
MAIS C’EST BON PIPI DANS LE JARDIN

PIPI DANS LE JARDIN
JE N’IRAI PAS PLUS LOIN
CAR ICI COMMENCE LE DÉBUT DE LA FIN
LES HUILES SONT AU PARFUM
LE MONDE SENT LE SAPIN
ET PUISQU’ON N’Y PEUT RIEN DE RIEN
MOI JE FAIS PIPI DANS LE JARDIN

PIPI DANS LE JARDIN (Lyrics)

Star crossed lovers with an arson problem. A mini musical movie about lovers on the run...
Added to the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept  2025)

(Act 1: Young lovers on an arson spree)
Lyrics:
She puts the gasoline in my truck
And then we drive down
And we like to burn up
Local buildings
And alleys
And trashcans

She likes to come out with me at night
And burn things down
She can't explain it
It's just how she feels
It's what see needs
Simultaneous release
While burning down the Hardee's (a USA restaurant chain)

We got black magic spells right off the shelf
I have a split personality
And I hate Ourselves
We have  a compulsion
To  blow things up
It's all fucked up
Young arsonists in love
Young Arsonists in love (3X)

We have black magic spells
Right off the shelf
The good ones are mixed in
So it makes it hard to tell
We understanding the poetry
Of burning things up
Burning shit up
All fucked up
Young arsonists in love
(End Act 1)


(Act 2 : Chase and capture)
Young arsonists in love (3X)
We're on the run
She says: let's burn down a Chevron

We have black magic spells right off the shelf
The Doctors say we seem alright
But you know that we can't be helped
The Police ask: Is this behavior carnal?
"Officer"
She said:
"Have you forgotten how to marvel?"
Forgotten how to marvel?

Young Arsonists In Love

Retro Wave Synth

Recording sessions from 19/07/2025.
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
________________________________________________________________________
🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / No I.A. / No samples.
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & 4H09
🔲 - Cover art - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile,
Focusrite, Hewlett Packard, Korg, Logitech, Marantz, M-Audio, MSI, 
Samsung, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
________________________________________________________________________

Attic Room No. 9

Attic Room No. 9  ❤️🕊️🙏

Kokon-Less pain

Sexy Dancer (new edit)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGFarTsSW9A

[Verse 1]
Les signes de tendresse le long de ma vie
Représenté par des signes d'affection
Les caresses
Les étreintes
Les baisers
L'enlacement des mains

[Pre-Chorus]
Ils se sont estompés dans ma mémoire
Peu à peu avec le temps
Quand j'essaie de m'en souvenir
Ils se sont effacés avec le temps
C'est difficile à dire
C'est difficile à voir
Avec le temps
Les souvenirs s'estompent

[Chorus]
C'est tout
C'est tout
C'est tout
C'est tout


« La musique est le véritable souffle de la vie. 
On mange pour ne pas mouvoir de faim.
On chante pour s'entendre vivre. »
(Yasmina Khadra, Les hirondelles de Kaboul)

Tendresse – Jours lointains

Titre : Jours lointains
Poète : René-François Sully Prudhomme (1839-1907)
Recueil : Stances et poèmes (1865).
Nous recevions sa visite assidue ;
J'étais enfant. Jours lointains ! Depuis lors
La porte est close et la maison vendue :
Les foyers vendus sont des morts.

Quand j'entendais son pas de demoiselle,
Adieu mes jeux ! Courant sur son chemin,
J'allais, les yeux levés tout grands vers elle,
Glisser ma tête sous sa main.

Et quelle joie inquiète et profonde
Si je sentais une caresse au front !
Cette main-là, pas de lèvres au monde
En douceur ne l'égaleront.

Je me souviens de mes tendresses vagues,
Des aveux fous que je jurais d'oser,
Lorsque, tout bas, rien qu'aux chatons des bagues
Je risquais un fuyant baiser.

Elle a passé, bouclant ma chevelure,
Prenant ma vie ; et, comme inoccupés,
Ses doigts m'ont fait une étrange brûlure,
Par l'âge de mon cœur trompés.

Comme l'aurore étonne la prunelle,
L'éveille à peine, et c'est déjà le jour :
Ainsi la grâce au cœur naissant nouvelle
L'émeut, et c'est déjà l'amour.

René-François Sully Prudhomme.
À découvrir sur le site https://www.poesie-francaise.fr/rene-francois-sully-prudhomme/poeme-jours-lointains.php

Les signes de tendresse

Lyrics:  
Enveloped in the gentle waves
Evening air, a little taste
Sweet scent, getting to the flower in me
Don't misinterpret, there's no wrong intent
I'm just inhaling the incense of desire

Melted gold, murky lighting, enhancing beauty
Senses alert, don't let it stop, sensuous lips
Don't condemn me, there's no bad intent
I'm just inhaling the incense of lust

My solitude when night sets in
Enflames my mind
Comforting blaze
Don't ever change
Time standing still
I'm just inhaling the incense of love 


2025 LB

Incense

A new song written and recorded in the same room while Nettamoon was here in Brisbane visiting from Norway..............cheers for having a listen

Love Is A Thief   written , played and recorded by Netta & Mcgill


heading down the eastern road
looking for another point of view
while i'm trying, to get my head around you

your love is a thief, with a heart like a clown
turns you inside out, throws you upside down
like it's been for the ages, some things are just meant to be
when we're apart, it breaks my heart
that's you and me

look across the country side
remember it in better days
nothing ever grows there now
they're still waiting for the rain

your love is a thief, with a heart like a clown
turns you inside out, throws you upside down
like it's been for the ages, some things are just meant to be
when we're apart, it still breaks my heart
that's you and me

Love Is A Thief

'ANOTHER WAY'
Written, Performed & Produced
By Andrew Borderick Copyright 2018
Re-Mastered By Andrew Borderick OCT 2020

SOMETIMES FAST, SOMETIMES SLOW
ALL THE TIME THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO
SOMETIMES UP, ONLY LOOKING DOWN
ALL MY LOVE HAS NOW HIT THE GROUND

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

SITTING LONELY, WHAT TO DO
THINK I'LL GO BUY SOME FANCY SHOES
I'M IN THE LIGHT, NEVER FELT BEFORE
CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE EVEN HIT THE FLOOR

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
(BREAK)
MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

SOMETIMES FAST, SOMETIMES SLOW
ALL THE TIME THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO
SOMETIMES UP, ONLY LOOKING DOWN
ALL MY LOVE HAS NOW HIT THE GROUND

MAY'BE I COULD FIND, ANOTHER WAY
MAY'BE I COULD TRY, ANOTHER DAY
MAY'BE I COULD FIND,
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU
ANOTHER WAY WITH YOU

Another Way

ANOTHER WAY

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

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