Sounds sentimental and lovely❤️ Lovely voice too!

wonderful song.......brilliant production!

this to me sounds like a completely proffessional recording!

Wonderful!! Lovely intro! Lovely vocals and lovely melody and music play!

Epically frozen

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

I had this tune in my head for quite a while, and now I finally recorded it. It's always fun to take new approaches to the recording process. It's certainly not as clean and polished as it could be, but there is another version in the works with the Laybow-legacy studio project. 

lyrics:

look, it's the sun that's coming back to shine
even the rain has never felt this fine

and the trees turn back to green
all the colours that you haven't seen for a long time
this past time, fading
to make place for a new day
a new scent is calling
and I will be falling in love again

look, there's a new bird in the sky
circling upward like it never got that high before

and the flowers in the street
so many faces new to meet
all our paths that intertwine
like the bees back to the hive
build another piece of life
like the bird that got so high
it's the only way to fly

always in springtime
a new scent is calling
I will surely be falling
in love again

v2; some vocal corrections

A Song For Springtime

Don't Squeak Unless You Are Squoken To (acoustic guitar instrumental)

Behaviours are so important going forward. Going to have to be some selfless work from everyone - be exemplary. 

Exemplary

We look out the window and we see it’s our turn
We want to, we need to
The river is rising and grass is burnt
It’s a headache, it’s a heart ache
So we’re walking through the streets so purposefully
We’re marching, some are running
We’re shoveling sand, we’re hosing the land
We’re a commune, to the rescue

Ba da ba da - We’re exemplary
Ba da ba da - We’re exemplary

Children are leaving their classes in droves
They’re frightened and enlightened
They’ve worked it all out, they actually know
They can see it, they’re not stupid
It’s everywhere they look, vapid posturing
It’s so obvious, it’s so odious
It’s all about ownership and total control
They detest it, they reject it

Ba da ba da - They’re exemplary

Mother and daughter father and son
By the 60s we could be gypsies
Everyone a nomad everywhere a land grab
Fight it – be united
Ba da ba da - Be exemplary

EXEMPLARY

This piece was inspired by listening to a piece of music by my good friend Jean-Pierre Dubois (JiPé)....he allowed me to use his theme, for which I'm very grateful....

I hope you will enjoy listening...

Art picture is by Larisa-K on Pixabay.....

Une Fantaisie Poétique

Leo is the penultimate piece of the Concept and it is the one that gives the most charge and energy to the whole work♌

You can listen the whole Concept on:
https://on.soundcloud.com/dRH8R

Cover Art design Rosa Scognamiglio 

This is a little bit like the Everly Brothers version of Lucille but a bit heavier. I have used mostly the original lyrics as well as some in Everly brothers version and half a line of my own.

PS I love Little Richard's original version...Albert Collins and Little Richard wrote the song in 1956. It was recorded on 30th July 1956. Happy 67th birthday Lucille!

Words

Lucille, you don't do your daddy's will
No no no no no Lucille, you don't do your daddy's will
There ain't nothing to you but I love you still

Lucille, please, come back where you belong
Lucille, please, come back where you belong
I've been good to you, baby, please don't leave me alone

When I woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight
I asked my friends about her but all their lips were tight

Lucille, please, come back where you belong
I've been good to you, baby, please, don't leave me alone

Break

When I woke up this morning, you were not in sight
I asked my friends about you but you'd taken off that night

Lucille, you don't do your daddy's will
There ain't nothing to you but I love you still

Lucille, please, come back where you belong
Lucille, please, come back where you belong
I've been good to you, baby, please, don't leave me alone

Lucille

Lucille (cover)

Bonjour,j'ai chopé cet air et ce thème sur les rochers des falaises de Pénestin,en Bretagne,bien sûr!!!. En rentrant,je me suis enfermé dans mon studio,j'ai écris et jouer un peu de musique!!!!. Je vous en livre le résultat en espérant vous embarquer avec moi sur ce vieux chalutier et son "Fameux Capitaine".......... Bien à vous,Mr. Madeleine.

Le vieux Capitaine.

The increasingly frequent scenes of human destructiveness inspired me for this composition. There is no beauty there. I tried to show the destruction, fear, panic... As if the Angel of Destruction was hovering over us. If we sow the seeds of evil, what can we expect? The answer my friend is blowin in the wind... (Dylan)

Apocalyptic Visions

Violin played by Steven Lehnhof.

PARAÍSO PERDIDO
Não me vai servir de muito ter nascido em Portugal:
somos todos as cobaias de uma experiência global.
Louvamos o crescimento, as empresas de sucesso,
os triunfos do momento a que chamamos progresso.
Transparece nessas histórias o optimismo dos catraios,
o canto de aves simplórias poisadas nos pára-raios.
Quando batermos no muro, iremos ver com horror
que buscámos o futuro num espelho retrovisor.
E, no dia do desaire, o optimista ainda dirá:
"Não se assustem, que esta noite decerto o Sol brilhará!"
Não me vai servir de muito haver camas no hospital:
Somos todos as cobaias de uma experiência mortal.
Exaustos, no movimento a que chamamos progresso,
sentimos no desalento a saudade de um regresso.
Mas não há nada no regresso.
Não há nada nesse tempo sem angústia ou sofrimento,
na monótona existência sem fracasso e sem sucesso
duma estéril inocência.

PARADISE LOST
It won't help me much to be born in Portugal: We are all guinea pigs in a global experiment. 
We praise economic growth and successful business, the triumphs of the moment that we call progress. 
The optimism of little children transpires in all these praises, like the singing of naive birds perched on lightning rods. 
The day we shall hit the wall, we will discover with horror that we have driven towards the future while looking at a rear view mirror. 
Still, in the middle of disaster, the optimist will keep saying: Don't be scared, tonight the sun will surely shine. 
It won't help me much to have beds available in the hospitals: We are all guinea pigs in a deadly experiment.
Lost in this frenziness we call progress, we feel in our dismay the longing for a return.
But there's nothing in that return. 
There is nothing in that time without anguish or suffering, 
in that monotonous existence, with no failure or success, 
of a sterile innocence.

Paraíso Perdido

I've been making music with Pedro Castro since 1972. At the time, we created the alternative rock band Petrus Castrus. The music I'm placing here are just the home recordings of ongoing projects and ideas. I created a few playlists (Inéditos) according to language (PO - Portuguese; EN - English; SP - Spanish; FR - French; IT - Italian), and also for concept albums (Três Jardins). There are two long tracks (Mediterrâneo and Isaías) for full concept albums. A playlist called Synergies gathers the collaboration projects with other musicians in the fantastic SoundCloud community.

Petrus Castrus edited records can be found on Spotify and Soundcloud. See the Facebook Petrus Castrus page for more details, including comments about the recordings uploaded here. 

We are both amateur musicians, i.e. music lovers. As for me, I'm just an electrical engineer with a master in AI that really loves creating music and use it to share ideas. That is why all tracks include lyrics or texts.

Enjoy!

Paraíso Perdido

José F Castro - JFC (Petrus Castrus)

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