Sandro Cavazza, Georgia Ku - Love To Lose (KooKerpo Remix)
Genre: Tropical House

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Sandro Cavazza, Georgia Ku - Love To Lose (KooKerpo Remix)

Night Flight

Coming Home.

So pull up a chair, I’ll buy you a beer  
Tell me your news, kick off your shoes,  
It's been years since I've heard anyone from home.  
And how's the old pair, are they still there?  
Mam in the kitchen, and Dad in his chair,   Reading the paper and putting the world to right.

Send my love to them in the morning,  Please tell my Mam that I'm coming home.

And how is young Mary, is she still contrary?
  I remember her smile, the sweetest in Kerry,  
I wonder if she ever thinks of me?  
I swore I'd send for her, when I had the money,  
I'd bring her to Brooklyn, we'd marry in Joseph's,  
And live the good life, in the heart of New York City.

Send my love to her in the morning  Tell her I think of her night and day.

I came here in '90 with nothing but hope,  
A second-hand suitcase tied up with rope,  
With the name of someone who was a friend of a friend of a friend.  
He got me a job washing down trailers,
In a meat packing plant, down near the Hudson, 
The smell was God-awful, but the money wasn't too bad.

Let's raise a glass to him in the morning,  And tell my Mam that I'm coming home.

I drank in the night-time, I drank in the day,  
I fell in with low-life's, the lost and the strays,  
We banded together in low-lit bars and Inns.  
Then I lost my job in the meat packing plant,  
Too many absences, and nights in the tank,  
The friend of a friend stopped taking my calls since then.

Let's raise a glass to him in the morning,  And tell my Mam that I'm coming home.

Tell them, I’m coming home

Picture of Time's Square 1980's courtesy of Douglas Corrance.

Coming Home (with Mark Bennett)

"I have written this song for my wife for Valentines Day 2023"

A love song - "I Know I Will Love You Until The Last Night Of My Life"

I know I'll need you 
until the last night of my life
I know I want you 
until the last night of my life
I am so proud of you 
I say "Hey, this is my wife"
I know I'll love you 
until the last night of my life

If there is only us in a room
I'll take the seat next to you
And if we are laying in rest
I want your hair on my chest
It's never dark in a space
Because you light up the place
I honestly don't know what I would do without you
Would life even make sense?

I know I'll need you 
until the last night of my life 
(I don't want it to end)
I know I want you 
until the last night of my life 
(Let time never break just bend)
I am so proud of you 
I say "Hey, this is my wife" 
(All my love I will send)
I know I'll love you 
until the last night of my life 
(No, I don't want it to end)

I know I'll love you 
until the last night of my life 

No, I don't want it to end

Featuring the Heart House Records family outro.

© Heart House Records 2023

Written, recorded, performed, produced and mixed by Heart House Records
Mastered by DOLBY

I Know I Will Love You Until The Last Night Of My Life

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/HCdojXw_I3k

Sur le rebord du monde

Alors que la nuit tombe et que les ombres rampent.
Un sentiment étrange et violent m'envahit
Un trouble  au fond de moi comme un frisson glacé
Un manque, un désir, un vide dans ma sombre vie.

C'est un regret lointain  mais  un refrain constant
qui doucement aliène et souvent nous tourmente
Il m’entaille  le cœur et laisse des trous béants 
Nous sommes des êtres étranges sur le rebord du monde 

I tug at your precious heart and leave my mark.  
You can't escape my total control over you  
 Under your skin like a never ending story.
Of love and desire, of forever regretting me

Je ferme mes yeux douloureux , consumés par ce feu qui ne s’éteint jamais
Des rivages des naufrages  des sorcières des ravages la tête dans les sommets

perdus dans le temps , vaincus par le temps ,surpris par le temps  rattrapés par le temps violent
 nous sommes des êtres étranges sur le rebord du monde

I have long hoped by constraining my mind 
but now I know that love that lasts is too hard to find
You were moving too fast, and you couldn't see
That all I ever wanted for us was you and me.

Séparés face à face alors que la nuit tombe
Des sentiments étranges bientôt nous envahissent
des regrets  violents comme des prisons glacées 
Un silence , un  trouble un vide dans nos deux sombres vies

Des colères lointaines mais un orgueil constant
qui toujours nous retient en bousculant nos mots
Il nous entaille le coeur et nous laisse pantelants 
Nous sommes des êtres étranges sur le rebord du monde

Sur Le Rebord Du Monde

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Watch the Video https://youtu.be/XHstjCowl7s 🎬

LONDON:
The summer of 1666 was hot and dry. From the end of August, a warm southwesterly wind blew through London, feared by many as the bringer of plague. The danger of fire, on the other hand, was part of daily life for Londoners - matches were not invented until 1820, fires were started with tinder or with glowing coals that were transported from house to house in buckets. People often left the hearth fire burning overnight for convenience, and fires were not uncommon. The Great Fire broke out in the early Sunday morning of September 2 in the bakehouse of a royal baker in Pudding Lane near the Thames Embankment. The baker, Thomas Farynor, had probably overlooked the embers in the oven when he locked up his bakehouse that evening. The baker was awakened by the fire during the night and managed to escape with his family; his maid became the first victim.

At that time, it was common to build each floor overhanging the one below (frame construction). This type of construction caused the already narrow alleys to become narrower towards the top, and the houses almost collided at the height of a second floor. Although both the half-timbered structure and the clay-framed construction are difficult to ignite, defective spots on the houses in the poor quarter favored the spread of fire through flying sparks. Thus, the fire easily jumped over streets and alleys; it was able to spread quickly due to the strong wind and the easily flammable building materials of the houses, which were mostly made of timber frame.

Within a few hours, the fire destroyed the wooden-built houses of Pudding Lane. The Star Inn, a public house on London Bridge, burned down, and the fire spread to Thames Street. Commodities in the warehouses there, such as oil, hemp, flax, pitch, tar, rope, hops, and brandy, further fueled the fire, which spread to the adjacent wharfs where lumber and coal were stored. However, Sir Thomas Bludworth, the Mayor of London, who was roused from his sleep, said, "Pish! A woman might piss it out!" and went back to bed....

Video 🎬😊

City Of Ember (1666)

The Wind Remixes the Past

Hemogloss is a cathedral-shaped stratum sculpted from the blood of other worlds. The rivers that run through its sanctums, streets, and altars do not originate here — they are the shed memories, violence, and sacrifice of other strata, siphoned through the Void and woven into sacred purpose. Every spire bleeds. Every threshold is a wound. Every drop of blood is holy.

Stratum VIII: Hemogloss

Waves of Emotion.mp3

This song was inspired by my Brother's
Stars and Stripes Honor Flight 2019
Photo by Margaret Weir
              BROTHERS CADENCE

It's 1969 and your number's up
You've been drafted in for processing and training
For the call of duty, God and Country

When the time for you to serve, knocks at your door
You Put your life on the line for liberty
Pride and honor, home and family
To the left, to the left, to the left-right
To the left, to the left, to the left-right

As kids not long ago, Army Games we'd play
Sticks for rifles made, mudball grenades
Playing make pretend, Cowboys and Indians
Cops and Robbers, Knights in shining armor
Now it's you in far off war

Now you're a soldier, of the highest regard
Of strength and of character, American proud
It's the price we pay, it's the price of freedom
To the left, to the left, to the left-right
To the left, to the left, to the left-right

Repeat chorus ending with
Now it's you in Vietnam

Sandro Cavazza, Georgia Ku - Love To Lose (KooKerpo Remix)

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