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🎵 Title: A Fireside Fairy Tale
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 03:17
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Jazz / Lounge Jazz / Smooth Jazz / Remix / 
🎧 Mood: Christmas, Romantic, Nostalgic, Magical
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📝 Description

Imagine the sound of a perfect Christmas Eve, captured in a timeless jazz trio. This is it.

This track is a warm, intimate jazz reimagining of the original "Christmas Fairy Tale":

https://michaelherter.bandcamp.com/track/christmas-fairy-tale-fun-magical-romantic-christmas-new-year-orchestral-jazz

At its heart lies the velvet touch of a grand piano, the soulful hum of a double bass, and the gentle whisper of brushed drums. It’s the feeling of a cozy hug by the fireplace, blending sweet nostalgia with pure holiday magic.

This is more than music — it's the soundtrack for your most cherished memories. Press play to unwrap your Christmas fairy tale.

🎼 Key: Es-Dur | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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A Fireside Fairy Tale

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Fuckin’ Hate You

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Guitar Solo by the great Rob Kleiss, Cheers to you in la France!

The driver said: Keep your eyes on the road that you ride on, stay on
And don't be a fool to dream your time away
I'm thinking about time, is it more, is it less than six weeks
On the beach? Or forty boring cloudy windy days?

Oh, na na na nai

Yeah ooh, wo-o-wo-o
I work too hard in the morning. I get up at seven
I shut my shades. All day long I don't do a single thing
And I don't have much more than a dreamboat to sail away
Six strings and a song to sing

Solo

There's a beautiful girl in the hills of Wales and I love her, mm-mm
And I can't give her nothing but my love
The driver said: You'll be dead if you touch my sister, mister
I know damn well what you're thinking of

Oh, na na na nai
Ooh, woh woh woh, na na na nai

Oo-ooh
I work too hard, I work too hard in the morning. I get up at seven
All day long I don't do a single thing
The driver said: Keep your eyes on the road that you ride on, stay on
And don't be a fool to dream your time away

Celar Aged Wines

The Driver

Transcending ourselves from the physical to the spiritual realm. A state of mind where our material belongings do not hold much value and our consciousness reaches a point of a more heightened awareness. A consciousness free of all pain and suffering. It's a state of mind void from all the troubles of our blue planet, an awareness full of peace and joy.
Special thanks to Haider Mahmood for the cover picture.

On A Higher Realm

Un temps ou il ne faisait pas bon être différent, ou manquer de foi. 
paroles:
On dit qu'il est né, dans le sombre d'un puits,
Qu'il aimait le feu, comme on aime la vie.
On dit qu'il vivait de vols et de larcins,
D'autres modérés, le devinaient malin.
Jusqu'au jour ou vint, l'envie de voir en lui,
Sorcier confirmé, bien plus qu'un apprenti.
Qui courait la lande aux herbes mystérieuses,
Chantant à tue tête, d'une voix pleureuse.

Moi je sais pas lire, moi je sais pas écrire,
Mais je sais les routes qui tracent votre avenir.
Moi je sais pas lire, mais je suis bienheureux,
Car je sais le fluide qui enlève le feu,
Et j 'ai vu l'hiver descendre à la rivière,
Il ressemble à vos terres.

Est ce par vengeance, ou pour se protéger,
Qu'ils ont décidé de brûler le sorcier.
Sur la place sombre bucher lui fut dressé,
Puis il apparut sous les regards inquiets.
Lui n'aura de cesse de chanter son bonheur,
Même quand les flammes ont grignoté son coeur.
Ce temps là n'est plus, mais laisse une question,
Exclusion n'est elle, forme d'inquisition?

Moi je sais pas lire, moi je sais pas écrire,
Mais je sais les routes qui tracent votre avenir.
Moi je sais pas lire, mais je suis bienheureux,
Car je sais le fluide qui enlève le feu,
Et j 'ai vu l'hiver descendre à la rivière,
Il ressemble à vos terres.

On ne sait pourquoi,
Depuis ce jour là,
Une voix s'élève,
Venue d'autrefois.

Le feu est ma maison,
Il détruira vos terres.
Le feu est ma raison,
Vous connaitrez l'enfer.
Ah, ah , ah.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

A time when it was not good to be different, or to lack faith.

Words:

 They say he was born in the darkness of a well,
 That he loved fire, as one loves life. 
They say he lived off thefts and petty crimes,
 Others, more moderate, guessed him to be clever.
 Until the day came, the desire to see within him,
 Confirmed sorcerer, much more than an apprentice.
 Who ran through the moor with mysterious herbs,
 Singing at the top of his lungs, with a weeping voice.

I can't read, I can't write,
 But I know the roads that trace your future.
 I can't read, but I am happy,
 Because I know the fluid that extinguishes the fire,
 And I have seen winter descend to the river,
 It looks like your lands.

Is it out of vengeance, or to protect themselves,
 that they decided to burn the sorcerer? 
In the dark square, a pyre was set up for him,
 then he appeared under anxious eyes.
 He will never cease to sing his happiness,
 even when the flames have gnawed at his heart. 
That time is no more, but it leaves a question: 
is exclusion not a form of inquisition?

I can't read, I can't write,
 But I know the roads that trace your future.
 I can't read, but I am happy,
 Because I know the fluid that extinguishes the fire,
 And I have seen winter descend to the river,
 It looks like your lands.

We do not know why,
Since that day,
A voice rises,
From times long past.
Fire is my home,
It will destroy your lands.
Fire is my reason,
You will know hell.
Ah, ah, ah.

Christian PERUTI
author, composer, performer

L'inquisition

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Ed Buryn's "Vagabonding in America" was a highly successful guide on alternative living and travelling, published in the 1970s, and (sadly, but I strongly assume) not very appliable in many aspects nowadays. Anyway, there are nice "Off the tape" inserts, one of them is "Beach Walking". I transferred these words into a (fake) recording and even a song (second half of the track). Enjoy ... 

Beach

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Spotify: 
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