"Your music is incredible! So much talent and passion shines through. I'd love to help bring it to life through dance choreography. Interested in discussing how we can visually showcase your art?"

Similar to R I.P.  A bit of fun with a Dylanesque type blues.

A Little While

It's a special honor that my dear friend Michele Ansani asked me if I would like to work on a song he wrote years ago called 'Alla Fine della Fine delle Fini' (To the end of the end of the ends) which is a great track. When I listened to it I said to Michele that I thought the song is already finished and asked what I supposedly could do with it. He said, that he wasn't going to publish it and wanted me to work on the root idea of the song to create something new.  Thank you so much Michele for being so generous to leave the basic song idea to my purposes (all flaws are mine).

Listen to his wonderful music here, you all know him anyway: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani

Michele Ansani: Seed idea
Me: Instruments, vocals, lyrics, arrangement.

Photograph from the top of Half Dome, Yosemite NP, CA, USA by A. Besinger  2022

One day I walked the shores of time
Wiping away the footprints left behind

Tossing stones into the sea  
Just to watch the ripples making their way back to me  

What if these dancing rings were just memories
Would they come to life once more to set me free?


Abandoned this place that I called home ￼
and took that boat I was hiding for so long 

Facing the storms, past the sirens song
The love of gods in mind may have led me wrong

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread 

When I stepped through the gates of Plutonion
Caught between Scylla and Charybdis I would be found

Sacrificed the ones to whom I belonged
A wise man would rather be envied than being wronged

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread 

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread

Off the Edge of the World (with Michele Ansani)

Cette chanson est un ovni
J'ai eu envie de me faire plaisir avec une mélodie qui date de 2 ans que je n'avais jamais finalisée.
Signature 7/8 et 3/4, structure improbable, progression d'accord complexe : un rock progressif dans un format de 3'30 !
(translated below)
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In every country
At war, endlessly
Everybody pays,
But there's nobody
Who wins, really
In the leaders' plays

And now you want so badly revenge for the past
Nobody can say who'll be last

And if you sacrifice each of us, pawns in a set
It will only add blood to the paint

There's no good end to war, future remains the same
Someway it will just start again

Everybody
Wants peace, simply
A sign to move on

Everybody
Is making a plea
Can we step beyond

In every country
At war, endlessly
Everybody pays
But there's nobody
Who wins, really
In the leaders' plays

Every man, no
Each woman, no
Every child, no
There's nobody
Who wins, really
In the leaders' plays

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Dans tous les pays
En guerre, sans fin
Tout le monde paie,
Mais il n'y a personne
Qui gagne, vraiment
Dans les jeux des dirigeants

Et maintenant tu veux tellement te venger du passé
Personne ne peut dire qui sera le dernier

Et si tu sacrifies chacun d'entre nous, pions dans un jeu
Cela ne fera qu'ajouter du sang à la peinture

Il n'y a pas de bonne fin à la guerre 
L'avenir reste le même
D'une manière ou d'une autre, ça recommencera

Tout le monde
Veut la paix, simplement
Un signe pour aller de l'avant

Tout le monde
Fait une supplique
Pouvons-nous avancer plus loin

Dans chaque pays
En guerre, sans fin
Tout le monde paie,
Mais il n'y a personne
Qui gagne, vraiment
Dans les jeux des dirigeants

Chaque homme, non
Chaque femme, non
Chaque enfant, non
Il n'y a personne
Qui gagne, vraiment
Dans les jeux des dirigeants

Everybody Pays

Words and Music Dave Rose
I was a nurse for a number of years and witnessed the impact of Alzheimer’s on partners and families and thought I would try writing a song about it.
Apology for such a sad subject to write a song about but it may resonate with people.
Also I have sung the second verse in French, for my French listeners, so apologies if it sounds wrong to French listeners.
Headphones recommended.
Lyrics

No regrets, no memories
of life of love of home of family

They say it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all
But looking at you now i'm not so sure

Aucun regret, Pas de souviners
De la vie, de l'amour
De la maison, et de famille

They say it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all
But looking at you now I'm not so sure

But now and then this darkness lifts and a light returns
And this flame that seemed to flicker out ignites again and burns
And a smile returns
And you take my hand 
then say these words...

I've no regrets, I've only memories
Of a life, of love of home of family
I've no regrets.......

No Regrets

After a slight break to do some necessary "Christmas related things", My latest offering ( updated with the help of SUNO v4) is this song which I wrote in the sixties. As usual, lots of editing - I am getting to know audacity quite well, at least a lot better than I did for my demos with the ukulele.

Great Advent Calendar free vocal from ghost hack.
Serum Synths
Apple Drums

Brighter Than The Rest

This is more of a story than a song , the wise words of Tony Harris , I just did some music and sang the chorus .
It really works , we hope you think so too ! On the 1st of Feb' me and Charlotte have a belter of a song released , this is closely followed by a great Blues/Rocker by me and Dave Cooper , with the one and only Glenny G on lead guitar . Then a song by myself , and me and Charlotte are working on a beautiful ballad . I did say I'm slowing things down this year , so it'll be longer spaces between releases . Don't forget the album Hopes and Dreams by Charlie and the Fox
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

Tupelo Honey and Rock n Roll

Riding the Storm of Life

Soma Holiday – Terrycloth Mother (1997)

Baltimore alt-rockers, Soma Holiday’s debut EP, Terrycloth Mother, is a three-track ride through the bands diverse influences, blending anthemic melodies, improvisational chaos, and brooding intensity into one raw, electrifying package.

Captain Trips – A radio-ready rock anthem with soaring harmonies and a nod to Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land. Big guitar riffs paired with an even bigger chorus. 

Shakedown on Baker St. – A raucous, improv-fueled romp capturing the wild energy of a house party getting broken up by the cops. Loud, loose, and unfiltered.

Injured Soul – The darkest, hardest-hitting track, dripping with gothic undertones and heavy, brooding riffs—somewhere between early Tool and Alice in Chains.

For fans of rock ‘n’ roll best served up loud in a smoky rock club.

Soma Holiday - Injured Soul

Tied-up lucky
She's got a handprint on her neck
Married suitcase bound for Sydney
Fire in her head
I'm a better man dead

Cash-out tourist
Spent her the day she swore us
The heat invades
A church bell waved
Pots and pan serenade
A plughole in my brain

So we fitted like a hand to a wrist
Your V8 motor for a ring that fit
The devil's in the detail
And he's spinning his twist
You throttle on the rope
And I can feel the burn
And ooooh he's in that office
Doesn't know she's gone
And running and running
And ooooh she's got a hold of me
Pull me to the ground
Right back where it started

So we got it wrong
Interesting family
I learned to deafen my ears
Fill my journal with notes
And please tie not to inflame the incident

Turn the page
It was the handprint story again
Less applied to myth
A living and breathing animal
But I couldn't raise my hand to call foul

So we fitted like a hand to a wrist
Your V8 motor for a ring that fit
The devil's in the detail
And he's spinning his twist
You throttle on the rope
And I can feel the burn
And ooooh he's in that office
Doesn't know she's gone
And running and running
And ooooh she's got a hold of me
Pull me to the ground
Right back where it started

Rope Burns

Another cover of one of my favorite bands

Don't answer me (Alan Parsons Project - cover)

Semi retired computer graphics engineer - Keyboard Player Originally from Bracknell now Swindon Based.  I 
Write compose and play all my Tracks at Home using only Keyboards. Love all types of Music as long as it makes the hairs on my neck stand up. 
I record using  Logic pro and all or Arturia software and effects , Recently added  Omnisphere 2.8 software suite,  Spitfire Albion 1 and BBC Orchestra,Kontakt suite. Love to compose sound tracks and  if anyone wants to work on collaborations on tracks - projects my time is free please message me .

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