Fantastic new song Christy! Terrific vocals and harms with thought provoking lyrics! The things we did When We Were Young! Great job!👍😎✌🏼

La marcha de los inconcientes

 I recorded this in 2018. 
 Author and Singer: Anthony Rocca.

Amor Bipolar.

When We Were Young

When the railway runs along the coast, right beside the sea, there are many tunnels. Sometimes they’re so narrow that two tracks must draw near to one another to pass through. That’s how a strange love story begins between them.
This is a song I wrote around the year 2000, one of my last. I think it has a good mood. I’ve remixed and partially rearranged it.
You can still hear the warm tone of the Washburn, along with the old Yamaha’s sounds (including the flute). The sax — reworked by me  — is kindly provided by Dropgun Samples.
Still, as always, everything is very handcrafted.

Below is the English translation of the lyrics.

They converged at the tunnel’s mouth,
suddenly parallel —
twins of the railway.
They looked at each other, studied each other,
just enough
to not quite grasp
how much the one beside you knows of you.
They hesitated, thinking of the road behind:
companions in adventure,
but now unsure why.
And then they stared at the night gaping inside the tunnel:
a magnificent promise
to be traveled on the thread of fantasy.

“Inside this darkness, maybe we will never part,
under this shadow, maybe you’ll finally know me,
after this night, who knows where you’ll fall asleep —
perhaps closer to the sea…”

They parted at the tunnel’s edge,
but a narrow wall concealed a silence
charged with jealousy,
shaped like fear — fear of that strange kind of courtesy,
fear of the light,
fear of the end of the tunnel.
“Parallel track,
mirror born of the railway,
traitorous twin,
lover made of parody.
Don’t tell me that
after this darkness we’ll never part,
that under this shadow you’ll finally touch me,
that after this night, who knows where you’ll take me —
perhaps down by the sea…”

And at the end of that masterpiece of engineering,
only one of them
came rushing out of the tunnel;
on instinct, he turned and saw
that the sea was beside him,
and under the sea, the sky,
and beneath the sky — who knows what lies...

“After this darkness, surely we will never part,
inside this shadow, surely you’ll let go,
after this night, I cannot say where you’ll fall asleep —
perhaps closer to the sea…”

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Confluirono all'ingresso della galleria
improvvisamente paralleli 
gemelli della ferrovia.
Si guardarono, si studiarono quel tanto che
non basta a misurare sino in fondo
quello che hai di fianco cosa sa di te.
Indugiarono, pensarono alla strada dietro di sé:
compagni di avventura,
ma ora non capivano perché.
E poi guardarono la notte spalancata nella galleria:
magnifica promessa
da viaggiare sul filo della fantasia

"dentro questo buio forse noi non ci separeremo mai,
sotto questo scuro tu finalmente mi conoscerai,
dopo questa notte poi non so dire dove ti addormenterai,
forse più vicino al mare ..."

Si congedarono sulla bocca della galleria,
ma parete stretta nasconde silenzio
fatto a carica di gelosia,
fatto a forma di paura di quella stranissima cortesia,
paura della luce
paura della fine della galleria.
"Binario parallelo,
specchio generato dalla ferrovia,
gemello traditore,
amante da parodia.
Non dirmi che 
dopo questo buio noi non ci separaremo mai,
che sotto questo scuro tu finalmente mi toccherai,
che dopo questa notte poi chissà dove mi accompagnerai,
forse giù vicino al mare ..."

E alla fine di quel capolavoro di ingegneria,
di loro uno solo
usciva di corsa dalla galleria;
d'istinto si voltò e vide che
c'era il mare di fianco a sé,
e sotto il mare il cielo,
e sotto il cielo chissa cosa c'è ...

"dopo questo buio certo noi non ci separeremo mai,
dentro questo scuro tu sicuramente ti abbandonerai,
dopo questa notte poi non so dire dove ti addormenterai,
forse più vicino al mare ..."

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Composed by Michele Ansani (1999)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, May 16

Down by the sea [Viaggio di nozze] *

written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

Tales from the street By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule and his friends

NB4X - Journey of Life

Mormor (Grandma) got a kiss, Hilma on the ride, Yeah Nr 4.

"Shamanism is a spiritual practice that involves a practitioner (shaman) interacting with the spirit world through altered states of consciousness, such as trance..." Thaaaaaaaanks Wikipedia...

Music can deliver a form of Shamanism to us in my pea head opinion. Joining me in this track is TexMex Shaman from Texas in the good old USA.

Connect here: https://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman

Stephen is an incredible human, musician, artist and producer and made this the way more polished piece it is with his wonderful lead guitar and mix and master skills. I just handed him my splat and he made it the five pointed star it is with more Actual Intelligence from a human being brain. Nice one bro!

Lyrics

Yeah... Meet a musical bear 🐻

Sounds vain,
Bigging up my own brain.
Blame the world,
This status quo
The fake and fucked up reality show
I can't watch artificial grow
Without musical smells to make it go
Life is art and art is life
Fake the steak for a weak minded right
Go live your FUD
Go live in pain
I'll sing real truth!
Soul gain!
From indie to metal to rock to rhythm and blues and jazz...
Human algorithm

Yeah.. I'm liking this musical bear 🐻 😆

Make a style
Be a new way
Create a world that says new day
Create a world that honours history
Where artists spirits expand our mystery
These spirits are sad with your fovia fake
Art 'aint random when a human make!
So regurgitate your souless take
It all sounds the same this AI bake
So grab an instrument and express real heart beat
(Guitars / Samplers / Keyboards / Saxophones... all music that is expressed whether that's banging rocks or playing a harp)

FUCK AI MUSIC
Ask your soul to prove it
Chuck the lazy loser... you!
You lost!
Now hear those waves where life is not a cost...

Waaah

This project is one of multiple styles of the same song. The more fake bs skip to result splats I hear from ai typers the more I want to try and upgrade what goes into my own real music. Sir Isaac's 3rd law says what we need to do with that poison! So for me thats the only positive so far from ai music... It inspires me to make it the insignificant random arrangement of plagiarism it is... Sometimes I go soft in my head on some ai typers... but they need to have that reckoning with the technology as individuals too.. They robbed all of our musicians work and they're probably going to steel all of ours here eventually too... Like social media, for me from a creativity stand point it just adds to the general limiting of our abilities and desire to develop skills being happy with some heroine result instead of a grind to get there... If ai artists were honest with themsleves, listen to what they make and what every other complicit plagiariser makes... It's the same fake sounding music! Who are you inspiring with that? Usually as far as I can tell the individuals artists ego and thats it... It's the indifference towards the artists that taught it without permission... Thats the real shallow Merovingian in the system and the people that feed it. Piano/Keyboard - two directions... left and right. My tip... start there

Imagine a bank with all the cash. It's everyones cash... Then some dude comes along and builds a bank beside it and prints the same amount of cash and says! Look at me I have all the money lets play here.. If your head is poisoned by money too... thats not fair obviously... what ai companies have doen to artosts is worse. They took their fucking souls and will now profit on them for years to come because of the lack of political will to regulate or stop big corps doing this bs. It's too late to save the soul of their art fully but we need to get it reigned in fast

Actual Intelligence

Original demo recorded: 2015
Remaster: 2025

The Twists And Turns Of Youth

Love just speaks softer now.

A little more up tempo than what I am used to so if you're here, thank you for sticking with me! I've been humming along to this for a while now and hoped that I could share the same earworm with others :)

Still Us

I'm a singer song writer.  I hope you like my songs!! These are all demo songs, short versions.

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