Belle collab ! Une musique et un chant qui colle au thème. On se laisse facilement porter en écoutant, et avec l’accordéon, c’est super🙂🎶

👋 Salut ! Oui très chouette morceau folk française et oui je rejoins Esteban the late artist il y a dans ta voix ton chant un côté Bashung et que j'apprécie beaucoup ( ta voix ! 😉 ) peut-être trop en retrait , mais les chœurs l'accordéon , bravo .. Jolie collab d'avec Bribinvoile que je n'aurais forcément reconnu sur ce titre .. Bonne continuation musicale 🙏 MarC

je fais les devoirs avec ma fille, cette musique est parfaite

J'ai retrouvé ta page et écouté à nouveau cette chanson: bravo !!

Silent Nemesis In The Mirror

A second edition, if you will, of David's "Angels". I am very grateful to David for trusting me with his music.  You can hear more of his peaceful guitar music
@david-dunhamuser589535203.
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

On Angels' Wings : Second Flight (with David Dunham, Guitar)

.. and what will our centurions say when all the colors fade to gray where they used to run wild and free?
Put a fence around it.
You can charge admission then. 
If we raze it they will come. It's not "if" but "when".
And, all the money makers say God's beauty shouldn't be free.
Some see our perfect world: others opportunity.
Put a fence around it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5zX60WCycU

Put A Fence Around It

The Grand Spiral Galaxy
June 2022
Duration: 2:30
Listen to the Cosmic Soundscapes Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/cosmic-soundscapes
Special thanks to John-Marc Ventimiglia @john-marc-ventimiglia for the tinkling star bells
This image from NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope released May 30, 2022 features the Grand Design Spiral, NGC 3631, located approximately 53 million light-years away in the direction of the constellation Ursa Major. The “arms” of grand design spirals appear to wind around and into the galaxy’s nucleus.  A grand design galaxy’s spiral arms stretch clearly across the galaxy through many radians and may be seen over a considerable proportion of the galaxy’s radius.  Close inspection of the grand spiral arms reveals dark dust lanes and bright star-forming regions along the inner part of the spiral arms. 
For strings, flutes, celesta, field recordings, virtual instruments and percussion.

The Grand Spiral Galaxy

After a few months of absence, here is a new title ! 
I used a vocoder for the voice of the robot, in short I had fun making this one ! Its sounds very different from the others, as usual :)
I hope you enjoy and listen u soon :)

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Rödkålsdansen

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

Foratroca

Auteur : Ze Scott (https://soundcloud.com/jerome-scotto-di-vettimo)
Compositeurs : Ze Scott & Bribinvoile (https://soundcloud.com/bribinvoile)

Crédit photo : Stéphane Badoud / Le Journal du Nord de l'île (https://www.jdnio.com/)

Paroles : 

Et je reviens toujours au crépuscule
Comme les vagues lentes viennent et reculent

Même océan, mêmes étoiles
Mêmes coques de noix au fond avec leurs voiles

Je suis gardien d’une tour d’un bout de monde
Fouettée par les bras sortant des eaux profondes

La brume avance, la lune brille avec peine
Lorsque la houle et les vents se déchainent

Le seul repère sur un plan agité 
Rassure les marins gorgés d’humidité

Que m’est-il arrivé, c’est bien ma chance
Une bourrasque m’a fait basculer, je pense

On a oublié jusqu’à mon existence
Et toujours je veille sur la lumière intense

Au point du jour, rempli d’embruns salés
Je descendrai les marches et m’évanouirai
Prendre mon repos diurne sous les galets

Gardien d'une tour d'un bout de terre

Gardien D'une Tour D'un Bout De Monde

A Chemically Complex Sphere.WAV

Challenge was to make one of my shorter songs with one of my longer lyrics, so I 'had' to craft it into an amalgam of 9/4 and 4/4 signatures. Thus, it may feel crazy on verses but I hope also catchy on refrains.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)  /  I ask only not to have desires (I don’t want to imagine anymore)

¿Puedes explicarme qué es lo que me pasa?  /  Can you tell me what happens to me?
Señor, llévate de mí esta confusión.  /  Lord, take away this confusion.
Quítame el don de la inteligencia,  /  Take the gift of intelligence from me,
pues si no pensara tanto, sería feliz.  /  because if I didn’t think so much, I would be happy.

Siento que este mundo me es extraño,  /  I feel this world is strange,
estoy a disgusto con mis sentidos.  /  I get displeasure from my senses.
No puedo comprender su funcionamiento,  /  I cannot understand their functioning,
ni siquiera amoldarme a él.  /  nor even get used to it.

Sólo pido no tener deseos,  /  I ask only not to have desires,
ya no quiero imaginarme nada.  /  I don’t want to imagine anything anymore.

Esta situación siempre es pasajera,  /  This situation is always temporary,
pero se repite una y otra vez.  /  but repeats itself again and again.
Este malestar de cuerpo y alma  /  This discomfort of soul and body
me hace desear dejar de ser.  /  makes me wish to stop being.  

Pienso entonces en todos los que me quieren,  /  Then I think of all those who love me,
o al menos en los que a veces lo parecen…  /  or at least about those who sometimes seem to…
¿Por qué es tan difícil la coexistencia  /  Why is coexistence so difficult
en medio de una sociedad inteligente?  /  in an intelligent society?

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

No deberías dejar pensar a algo imperfecto,  /  You should not allow something imperfect to think,
sino limitarlo a cumplir su función social.  /  but limit it to fulfilling its social role.
Sólo quiero ser un engranaje más, señor,  /  I only want to be one more cog, Lord,
en tu rebaño de almas, sin preguntas.  /  in your flock of souls, without questions.

Esta vida que me has dado, señor,  /  This life you have given me, Lord,
me tortura, de modos insospechados,  /  tortures me, in unsuspected manners,
a buscarle un sentido a mis dudas,  /  to look for a sense to my doubts,
lo cual, tal vez, sea precisamente su fin!  /  which, maybe, is precisely its purpose!

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

ER43FI10 97-18

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)

Je fais de la musique pop-rock. Je joue guitare, claviers, basse, batterie, triangle, je tapote du pied ou du stylo sur mon bureau au boulot, ce qui a tendance à agacer mes collègues. Mais c'est plus fort que moi. Je voudrais faire une chanson qui ne ressemble à aucune autre, mais c'est dur de se libérer de ses influences.

Gardien D'une Tour D'un Bout De Monde

Ze Scott

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