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FROM A MAN TO A MAN
KNOWING WHAT WE CAN GET THROUGH
WHEN COMES THE DROWNING IN THE BLUE
DARK BLUE

GIVE A HAND TAKE A HAND
DON’T MIND KNOCKING AT MY DOOR
KNOWING I’VE BEEN YOU BEFORE
LIKE A NEW BORN ON THIS SHORE
DARK SHORE

YOU CAN SAY I HAVE A NOTION
OF THIS SOLITARY OCEAN
AND THOSE ICY WINDS THAT CUT YOU LIKE A KNIFE
YOU CAN HOPE FOR REVELATION
SOME FORTHCOMING MAGIC POTION
THAT WILL BRING YOU BACK TO LOVE TO LIFE

FROM A MAN TO A MAN
SEE THAT BOTTLE ON THE SAND
IT WILL OPEN AT DEMAND
MY FRIEND

I WOULD FLY ACCROSS THE OCEAN
WITH MY BAG FULL OF EMOTION
AND A COOL BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE FOR A START
I WOULD LOVE A REVOLUTION
TO BRING BACK THE HOLY NOTION
OF SO MANY SOULS FOR ONE ONLY HEART

TAKE A HAND SHAKE A HAND
SEE THAT BOTTLE ON THE SAND
SEE ME COMING AT COMMAND
MY FRIEND


FROM A MAN TO  A MAN - to you (lyrics)

IL ÉTAIT UNE VOIX 
QUELQUE PART DANS LE MONDE
UNE BÊTE AUX ABOIS
CACHÉE DANS L’OMBRE

ET DANS L’ÂME EN ÉMOI
DE CETTE BÊTE IMMONDE
ENTENDRE CETTE VOIX
EUT L’EFFET D’UNE BOMBE

IL ÉTAIT UNE FOIS
LE LOUP-GAROU DE LONDRES
SÉDUIT COMME IL SE DOIT
PAR L’AUTRE BOUT DU MONDE

IL ÉTAIT UNE VOIX
MAGNÉTIQUE UNE ONDE
ET AU FIN FOND DES BOIS
CELA CHANGEA LE MONDE

IL ÉTAIT UNE VOIX...

IL ÉTAIT UNE VOIX... (lyrics)

An Unwanted Goodbye is a piece for solo piano, cello and violins, born from the need to give voice to a farewell that was never chosen.
Like doves, who remain loyal to one partner for life, this music tells the story of a love torn apart — not by time, but by a sudden shot fired for “sport.”

The piano unfolds with a slow, silent bass line, while the strings weave a fragile, cinematic melody — expressing disorientation, absence, and the quiet pain of losing everything in an instant.
There are no screams. Only silence. The kind of silence left by hunting, when a life is taken for fun, leaving behind only emptiness.

This composition stands as a statement against hunting, against the cruelty that destroys innocent lives in the name of entertainment.
Sometimes, within that emptiness, a melody is born.
And this is mine.

Composed by Francesco Adornetto (piano) & Jane Johnson (strings).

An Unwanted Goodbye

Atmospheric 80s saxophone from the wonderful Jörg: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Remixes

The night turns to gray

The night turns to gray feat. joerxworx

Back

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

Poème de Mélanie Waldor (1796-1871).

Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour
Mon souffle, comme une caresse,
Glissera sur le pur contour
De ce beau front qu'avec paresse
Tu reposes sur mes genoux.
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence,
Hors la branche qui se balance,
Souple et frêle, au-dessus de nous ;
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence.

Sous mes baisers clos tes yeux noirs,
Tes yeux où brillent tant de flammes,
Qu'on les croirait les deux miroirs
Où se reflètent nos deux âmes.
Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour ;
Je suis jalouse de tes rêves,
Comme du temps que tu m'enlèves
Avec le monde chaque jour...
Je suis jalouse de tes rêves !...

Le soleil glisse à l'horizon.
Pas un souffle, pas un nuage...
Un rayon d'or, sur le gazon,
Reste comme un heureux présage !
Nos riches tapis ne sont pas
Aussi doux que ce lit de mousse
Où, folâtre, ta main repousse
Le brin d'herbe effleurant mon bras.
Dors sur l'herbe, les fleurs, la mousse...

Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour :
Mon souffle, comme une caresse,
Glissera sur le pur contour
De ce beau front qu'avec paresse
Tu reposes sur mes genoux.
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence,
Hors la branche qui se balance,
Souple et frêle, au-dessus de nous ;
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence.

Dors à mes pieds !

Original music, arrangement, electric piano, organ, bass guitar, drums, J.J. Terrell 
Electric Guitar (Yamaha SG) and final mix by Neno J. https://on.soundcloud.com/PXYrpPzyD5IiT2VfTb


Eruption (Collab with Mr. Neno J.)

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement and mix

Hi Everyone!
The seasons change, but I still surf... on my guitar board 😎
This is a new version of my older track called „Born to Surf”.
I hope you enjoy the blend of surf rock and synth pop beats 🔆

This new version is dedicated to my friends: J.J. Terrell, Josh Clary and Håkan Skeneby (Well) 🍀

The cover image was downloaded from Pixabay.

Many thanks for listening and support!
Artur

Still Surfing

Dazed

Cast of Characters:

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST Middle Eastern instruments (Duf Drum, Daire drum, Darbuka, Riq, Qanun, Zurna horn, Ney flute, strings), female vocal sample, 'ululation' (high pitch yodel), and composition
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Custom fretless 5-string bass 
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals and lyrics
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – saz, shakuhachi, and synth
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken — cymbals and Chinese percussion
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — traditional gourd-body sitar and mastering.
From me, 
 "My heart breaks for the people of Palestine, who are experiencing a genocide in real time. They had such amazing music there, too, which I fear may die out along with the population. I also love my Jewish brothers and sisters, too. And my true hope is that they all can allow their children to grow up without perpetuating the same cycle of hate that has devastated Palestine and caused so much suffering in Israel, as well." --Me
  Josh had the idea for doing a traditional Palestinian song, as he is an avid fan of their music. He wanted to raise awareness of this music and tie it to the idea it may cease to exist as a living musical tradition sooner than later. Everyone in the band was immediately on board with this idea, and set about to make it happen. 
  Mark, who is an expert percussionist, learned a basic traditional Palestinian drum pattern, in a very authentic fashion. He laid it down, along with an Arabic sounding modal melody line portrayed by the quanun, which is a kind of zither. Josh found this pattern fascinating, and added his five string fretless bass to the it shortly after. Carl jumped in very shortly thereafter, and came up with some really amazing vocal melodies, as well as wonderfully prescient lyrics. He even learned more than several phrases in Arabic, which he sang in there, too. We were all very impressed by this, of course.
  JJ was next up, adding his magical, melodic, and exotic saz, shakuhachi, and synth to the mix. Ken threw in next, adding his perfectly timed brass and Chinese percussion to the mix, too. Last, but certainly not least, Stephen recorded his subtle, exotic, traditional sitar to the piece. 
  Once we had it all recorded, we turned it over to Mark for a mix, as the whole thing is really his baby. Stephen mastered it, though, as he is our resident professional producer.
  Our hope is that this song inspires you to dig into Palestinian music, and through that, you recognize the magic and the humanity of millions of Palestinian people who are suffering unimaginably right now. But most of all, we hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Sisters and brothers
Daughters and Sons
We would give you food
But the road is blocked to sun
Proud Palestine
Brave brethren
Our hearts are with you
Our souls are weeping

Inhumane blockade of bread
Pains collective minds 
We want gone this dread
Let's find our kind
Please be strong
As we right this wrong
Hope prays that day will not be long

We pine with your God
To find a normal truth
Where your kids can grow and learn good youth
Sisters and Brothers
Daughters and Sons
We are with you Palestine
Sending love through song

The eye sees but the arm is short ( العين ترى والذراع قصيرة )

We are in the same boat ( نحن في نفس القارب )

Winds do not blow as the ships wish ( لا تهب الرياح كما تشاء السفن )

Being alone is better then being with someone bad (أن تكون وحيدا أفضل من أن تكون مع شخص سيء )

What is hidden is more then what has happened ( ما هو مخفي أكثر مما حدث )

Every problem has a solution ( لكل مشكلة حل )

Good intentions count for as much as good actions ( النوايا الحسنة لها نفس أهمية الأفعال الحسنة )

All is well that ends well ( كل شيء على ما يرام إذا انتهى بشكل جيد )

Oh My Darlin Palestine (Eclectic Collective)

"The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the grandest intention." 
 - Oscar Wilde.

A composition inspired by the idea that a simple gift can have a lasting impact as others continue to pass it on. This theme of "passing it on" is represented in the track by the repetition of the main musical theme.

A Simple Gift

IN HIS EYES SOMETHING BLURRY
IN HIS HEART FADED FURY         
HERE’S THE LAST ON THE LIST
YOU CAN TELL THE MAN IS LOST

IN HIS EYES SOMETHING BLURRY
IN HIS LIFE NO MORE HURRY
KIND OF GHOST FROM THE PAST
YOU CAN SEE THE MAN IS LOST

VAGUELY HAPPY MOSTLY SAD
PARTLY LIVING LIVING DEAD

IN HIS EYES SOMETHING WEARY
NO MORE SORROW NO MORE SORRY
ALWAYS FIRST IN THE MIST
YOU CAN TELL THE MAN IS LOST

VAGUELY BODY MOSTLY SOUL
OUT OF ANY CONTROL

IN HIS EYES SOMETHING BLURRY
IN HIS HEART ONE BIG LORRY
HE’S THE FIRST OF THE LAST
YOU CAN TELL THE MAN IS GONE


THE MAN IS LOST (lyrics) Chorus : Christophe Richomme

YOU DID’NT ANSWER THE QUESTION I DID’NT ASK
I NEVER KEPT THE PROMISE I NEVER MADE
YOU SOMETIMES SHOW AFFECTION
BUT OFTEN CHANGE DIRECTION
AND I JUST LIKE A LEAF AM BEING BLOWN

I NEVER READ THE NOTE YOU DID’NT LEAVE
AND I DON’T HAVE THE HOPE YOU DID’NT GIVE
BUT I STILL KEEP AFFECTION
AND I WON’T CHANGE DIRECTION
AND TILL THE SEEDS OF MY LOVE WILL BE SOWN

I WILL SING MY SILENT SONG
ABOUT THE RIGHT TO BE WRONG
AND WILL BLOW IT IN THE AIR
JUST IN CASE YOU’RE THERE SOMEWHERE

I NEVER ANSWERED THE QUESTIONS YOU DID’NT ASKED
YOU NEVER SAW MY FACE BENEATH THE MASK
BUT YOU GOT INTUITION
AND I GUESS YOU HAVE A NOTION
OF THE SMILE HIDING THERE UNDER THE FROWN

I WILL SING MY SILENT SONG
ABOUT THE RIGHT TO BE WRONG
AND WILL BLOW IT IN THE AIR
JUST IN CASE YOU’RE THERE SOMEWHERE
MY SON


SILENT SONG (lyrics)

J’AI BEAUCOUP VOYAGÉ EN RÊVE
VISITÉ DES CONTRÉES DE RÊVE
A TRAVERS MES FUMÉES J’AI AIMÉ
DES GAMINES EN PAPIER MÂCHÉ

DES SENTIERS ESCARPÉS DES GRÈVES
J’AI BEAUCOUP CHEMINÉ EN RÊVE
SUR MES TERRES BRÛLÉES J’AI SEMÉ
DES SOLEILS EN PAPIER COLLÉ

MAIS LE FIL DE L’ÂGE ME RONGE
ET PARTIR POUR DE BON J’Y SONGE

JE ME SUIS FAIT TATOUER EN RÊVE
SUR LA BOUCHE UN BAISER DEUX LÈVRES
À TRAVERS MES FUMÉES J’AI AIMÉ
DES BEAUTÉS EN PAPIER GLACÉ

TOUTES CES ANNÉES PASSÉES À FUMER
ENVOLÉES EN PAPIER GOMMÉ

MAIS LE FIL DE L’ÂGE ME RONGE
ET VIVRE POUR DE BON J’Y SONGE

PUIS TU M’ES APPARUE EN RÊVE
MON PARADIS PERDU MON EVE
ET TU M’AS DISSIPÉ EN FUMÉE
TOUS MES TIGRES EN PAPIER TIMBRÉ

OUAIS LE FIL DE L’ÂGE ME RONGE
ET AIMER POUR DE BON J’Y SONGE

SILENT SONG (lyrics)

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