AN EPIC AND ENGAGING MUSIC FOR A SCENE OF PURE ACTION IN A GREAT MOVIE !!!

REDEMPTION

Hello, I present to you my new composition, I am a big fan of the Star Wars world, and discovered the series The Mandalorian, I really liked the musical theme of the series and I wanted to remake it in my own way, in hoping you like it and that Ludwig Göransson won't mind ;)
Good listening

Alexndre

The Mandalorian Theme | Powerful & Motivational epic Music | A Ludwig Göransson Cover

Parlarti d'amor di Flavio Pozzaglio Compositore Autore

Non è un sogno ma sei tu
la mia musica stasera
dolce come una poesia 
stiamo insieme se lo vuoi
Vorrei andar via
vorrei vivere domani
per cercare insieme a te
di giocare con la vita
lascia che sia
vero amore da domani
lascia la malinconia
tra le lacrime di ieri
donna sei qui e accarezzi i miei pensieri
non mi chiedere di più
ti darò amore se lo vuoi

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti d'amor

Passa il tempo insieme a te 
ma il ricordo non scolora
tutto è ancora amore mio 
come lo lasciammo allora
resta così tra le pagine ingiallite
quella foto dove tu salutavi con la mano
lascia che sia in un volo di gabbiani
qe in questo tempo che va via
noi per sempre innamorati

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti d'amor

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti  …. d'amor.
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Talking to you of love - Text and Music by Flavio Pozzaglio

It's not a dream but it's you
my music tonight
sweet as a poem
we'll be together if you want
I would like to go away
I would like to live tomorrow
to search with you
to play with life
let it be
true love from tomorrow
leave the melancholy
between the tears of yesterday
woman you are here and caress my thoughts
don't ask me for more
I'll give you love if you want it

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you about love

Spend time with you
but the memory does not fade
everything is still my love
as we left him then
thus remains among the yellowed pages
that photo where you waved goodbye
let it be in a flight of seagulls
qe in this time that goes away
we forever in love

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you about love

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you…. of love.

Parlarti d'amor

This song is dedicated to my two nieces who sadly lost their mother back in 1999. In Cherry’s last few weeks, we regularly visited her and on one occasion I sat at the piano and came up with a few chords that have always remained with me and reminded me of that sad time. It has taken more than twenty years to get it to a point that I am happy with the song and so, at last here it is. 

It has been named “Cherry Blossom” but it could have been named “Why Did You Have to Leave Us Way too Soon” words that I hear in the melody, but I felt that was too long for a title, so compromised and made it a sub-title. I hope you enjoy the final recording.

Cherry Blossom

Video: https://youtu.be/DKZ1hkMe9s8
The soul tree

Far out, lonely in the barren space
stands an ancient willow tree
still from the heathen times,
gnarled and wrinkled, split and hollow.
No one cuts it, no one dares
to pass by, when it is no longer day,
no bird sings to it in the dry branches,
rustling only the east and west haunt it;
but when in the evening the shadows darken,
you hear it like buzzing and whispering.
And if you approach the willow at midnight,
you'll see it guarded by gray children:
On all branches they crouch close,
Lisping and whispering and not moving.
These are the little souls who far and wide
Had to die before the baptism consecrated them:
In the coffin lies the little body,
The little soul may not enter the kingdom of heaven.
And always new ones, - do you see it? -
In silent flight flit to it.
There they sit now the whole year
Like a sleepy flock of owls.
But Christmas, when the snow lies all around
and over the countries the Christ Child flies,
then it stirs, it chats, it laughs,
Our little buggies have woken up!
They peek out, who sees what, who?
Yes, of course, the Christ Child is coming!
With his bright sky shine
He flies right in between them:
"Little people, now I am here - do you believe in me?
do you believe in me?" They shout: "Yes!"
There it nods with its dear face
and hugs the poor and is not shy.
Then he claps his hands, wraps his arm around the next one
around the next one - upward the swarm buzzes
after him and high above forest and meadow
straight on its way to paradise.

Ferdinand Avenarius (1856 - 1923), Ferdinand Ernst Albert Avenarius

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Der Seelchenbaum

Weit draußen, einsam im öden Raum
steht ein uralter Weidenbaum
noch aus den Heidenzeiten wohl,
verknorrt und verrunzelt, gespalten und hohl.
Keiner schneidet ihn, keiner wagt
vorüberzugehn, wenn's nicht mehr tagt,
kein Vogel singt ihm im dürren Geäst,
raschelnd nur spukt drin der Ost und West;
doch wenn am Abend die Schatten düstern,
hörst du's wie Sumsen darin und Flüstern.
Und nahst du der Weide um Mitternacht,
siehst sie von grauen Kindlein bewacht:
Auf allen Ästen hocken sie dicht,
lispeln und wispeln und rühren sich nicht.
Das sind die Seelchen, die weit und breit
sterben gemußt, eh' die Tauf' sie geweiht:
Im Särglein liegt die kleine Leich',
nicht darf das Seelchen ins Himmelreich.
Und immer neue, - siehst es du? -
in leisem Fluge huschen dazu.
Da sitzen sie nun das ganze Jahr
wie eine verschlafene Käuzchenschar.
Doch Weihnachts, wenn der Schnee rings liegt
und über die Länder das Christkind fliegt,
dann regt sich's, pludert sich's, plaudert, lacht,
ei, sind unsre Käuzlein da aufgewacht!
Sie lugen aus, wer sieht was, wer?
Ja freilich kommt das Christkind her!
Mit seinem helllichten Himmelsschein
fliegt's mitten zwischen sie hinein:
"Ihr kleines Volk, nun bin ich da -
glaubt ihr an mich?" Sie rufen: "Ja!"
Da nickt's mit seinem lieben Gesicht
und herzt die Armen und ziert sich nicht.
Dann klatscht's in die Hände, schlingt den Arm
ums nächste - aufwärts schwirrt der Schwarm
ihm nach und hoch ob Wald und Wies'
ganz graden Weges ins Paradies.

Ferdinand Avenarius (1856 - 1923), Ferdinand Ernst Albert Avenarius

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Bon Voyage Santa Claus

FUNKY GROOVE 7

Dream Dancer

A quiet folk story about the monsters we grow up believing in… and the ones we learn to recognize later. “Real Monsters” follows a lifetime of advice from a father who knows that danger doesn’t hide under beds — it shakes your hand, clocks in at work, and sometimes smiles a little too wide.

Acoustic, warm, and a little bittersweet, this one leans into that front-porch wisdom we all heard growing up. No villains named, no sides taken — just a reminder to trust the good folks, keep your circle close, and not fall for anybody selling fear.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
When I was just a barefoot kid,
I asked my dad, “Are monsters real?”
He said, “Son, they ain’t hidin’ under beds,
they walk on two good heels.
Don’t trust a smile that comes too quick,
and don’t believe every friendly face.
Some folks’ll pat your back real nice
while they’re movin’ you outta place.”

[Chorus]
Real monsters ain’t in the closet,
ain’t curlin’ up out in the dark.
They’re drivin’ to work like you do,
buyin’ groceries, parking their cars.
And you can’t hear ’em growl or howl,
no warning bark or spark —
The real monsters walk among us,
in the daylight, son, not in the dark.

[Verse 2]
Years later when I got a job,
Dad said, “Now here comes the fun —
Some folks’ll trip you on the staircase
just to claim they climbed to number one.
They’ll dress up ambition like kindness,
they’ll swear they’re only tryin’ to help.
Don’t let ’em carve you up, my boy,
just to puff up their own self.”

[Chorus]
real monsters ain’t in the closet,
ain’t curlin’ up out in the dark.
They’re clockin’ in, shakin’ hands,
smilin’ wide in the company yard.
they won’t leave tracks or shadows,
they blend right in with the larks —
The real monsters walk among us,
in the daylight, son, not in the dark.

[Bridge]
But you learn to spot ’em by heartbeat,
by how your stomach knots or calms.
Trust the ones who stay beside you
when everything else goes wrong.
The good ones don’t shine like diamonds —
they’re quiet, steady, true.
Takes half a life to realize
who’s who around you.

[Verse 3]
Now Dad’s old bones are brittle,
but his voice is steady still.
Says, “Watch the suits and papers, son —
the ones who bill you just to bill.
Doctors, lawyers, numbers men,
not all, but some will take you far from home.
Keep your circle small and honest, boy,
you’ll need ’em when you’re grown.”

[Chorus]
real monsters ain’t in the closet,
or swimming with the sharks.
They’re shakin’ hands, makin’ plans,
smilin’ like neighbors in the park.
But love’s the best flashlight we got,
cuts clean through the stark.
The real monsters walk among us —
so keep good people close when things get dark.

[Outro]
And Dad said, “One more thing, my boy —
beware the folks who swear they see
a monster hidin’ everywhere,
and tell you that’s your enemy.
Fear’s a cheap and easy seller,
don’t buy it just ’cause it’s loud.
Keep your heart lined up with kindness,
you’ll stand taller than the crowd.”

Real Monsters

Track # 7 from my album " Angels Are Watching Over Me".

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When The Trumpet Sounds In Glory

Musicians
 Stephen Peragallo electric and classical guitar
 Paul Buono guitar/mandolin
 Dr.Daniel Lewis steel guitar/dobro
 Jim Cabral piano/keyboard
 Jim Hadley bass
 Joe Hadley drums
 Gudula Urban cello
 Brain Silber violin/viola
Josh McAlexander vocals / acoustic guitar / harmonica

Background vocals
 Amy Hamm
 Annette Bednez
 Jim Hadley
 Jim Cabral
 Paul Buono

Produced by; Paul Buono and Jim Cabral
Song / traditional

Will The Circle Be Unbroken

Video for this song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggjYx1Xf65w

One of my heroes has always been Johnny Cash and I wanted to include one of his songs on my cover album. I originally was going to record his version of Depeche Mode’s song “Personal Jesus”. After going through the amazing list of over 1500  songs that Johnny Cash wrote I came across this gem that he recorded in 1974. My immediate reaction was “BINGO” -  this is the song that does it for me. He was clearly a man ahead of his time. To date, he has sold over 90 million songs.
RIP Johnny Cash.

JJ(Johnny) Vienneau:
Drums
Keyboard
Bass
Lead & Rhythm Guitars

Peter Wheeler:
Vocals

Produced by; JJ Vienneau & Peter Wheeler
Recorded at: Rawkin' Productions - Montreal

Don't Go Near The Water - Johnny Cash Cover

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