Top notch instrument and production work. Love your vocals,writing and lyrics. I really enjoyed listening to this(:(:

absolutely amazing rock song!! beautiful melodies and great vocal work..fantastic storytelling ability through lyrics..stellar production!! Best wishes ✨

This fun, bouncy tune is wonderful. I really wish I could create a lively and fun tune like this.

Composer/ Bass : Scott Wisenbaker 
Strings/ Songwriting : Moe Howard
Drums: Pete Midipunk 
Guitar/ Guitar Solo : Francois Graiouf 
Mixing Engineer :Marios Y JP 
Producer / Master Du Brae 
Songwriting Lyrics/Melody  and Vocals : Ana Ros

Stay - Scott Wisenbaker ft. Ana Ros

Dreams Haunting

Esperanza [instrumental]

picture by LittleFawn 2013
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Two Worlds

J’aurai du le voir venir, la détresse dans son sourire,

Enfant de la pluie, sans toit, sans loi, sans voix, sans ami,
Enfant de la pluie, un vieux carton en guise d’abris.
Dans la cour des miracles, les regards sont éteints.

Dors, citoyen,tu n’y peux, rien,
Dehors dans la rue, les enfants sont nus.

Des coups de tête, 		
des coups de latte,	
Une déchirure, 	
un artefact,
Des coups de sang(s)	…abris,			
Des coups de sang(s)	…envie,

Je te cherche, dans les rues qui défilent, 
Et je fouille, tous les faubourgs de la ville,
Je parcours les tunnels et les ponts,			
Je ressens, une peur indicible,	      
Et je sens, ta présence invisible,			
Je soulève le moindre carton,
L’eau coule sous les ponts,

J’aurai du le voir venir, la détresse dans son sourire,

C’est l’histoire d’une fugue mineure, dont l’espoir n’est qu’une gageure,
C’est une traversée sans fil, d’un funambule au dessus de la ville,
C’est la marche des ombres, inconnues de ce monde.

Dors, citoyen, tu n’y peux, rien,

Enfant de la Pluie 2023

Enfant De La Pluie 2023

We are pleased to present track 2 from our new album, 'Squaring The Circle,' the fourth solo album by Amanda, music by Verulium, full album now available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

https://amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/squaring-the-circle

Squaring The Circle

Breaking Away

ANARS ! Sujets Brûlants

This song is taken from a Japanese classical Rakugo (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rakugo), Manjukowai. 
The story: 
Several young people in the long house who had free time gathered and talked about things they don't like and scary things. " One of them arguing with ghosts, spiders, snakes, bats, caterpillars, and ants, "It's pathetic that good young people are afraid of silly things. There is a man who pretends that there is something scary in the world. When another man asks, "Is there really nothing scary?", the man who was lying reluctantly confesses, "There is a truth." " Then, what do you hate?" The man mutters "Manju" in a low voice. After that, the man said, "I feel sick just by talking about manju," and falls asleep in the next room (or going back to his own house).

The remaining men said, "I don't like him, so let's attack the manju and threaten him," and put out money, buy a lot of manju, pile it up in the tray, and bring it to the room where the man is sleeping. The man who woke up raised his voice when he saw the manju and was very upset, but he ate all the manju by saying, "Let's eat such a scary thing and lose it" and "It's too delicious, it's scary." The men who were looking at the whole thing noticed that they were deceived by the man. Angry men tweed the man and said, "What are you really scared of!" When I asked, "I'm afraid of a cup of strong tea around here."

And here's my interpretation (lyrics of this song)
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Verse 1:
A pranker Tuber thought he was clever
Looking for a dude to mess with forever
He saw me walking, yelled "You're on my show!"
oh man, which way to go...

Chorus:
He said "I'll scare you, here's what we will do!"
I tried to protest but he wouldn't let go
I said,
"Sashimi, sushi terrify me, they make me shake!"
"Nasi Goren,  Tom Yum Kun for your viewers' sake!"

Verse 2:
He just shrugged and got me trays
Of sushi neatly on display
I cried "Oh no I'm so scared of fine cuisine!"
But ate it anyway 

Chorus:
He said "I'll scare you, here's what we will do!"
I was so tired but he wouldn't let go
So I said 
"Foie gras,  Truffles terrify me, they make me shake!"
"Buy me some more and more, for your viewers' sake!"

After I finished, he chuckled in delight
Said "You got pranked, ain’t I bright?"
I smiled and said "What scares you now, my friend?"
He gulped "...The large bill in the end !"
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Written and performed by Kyo.
Hope you enjoy!

Prank Tuber

I hope this summertime fever dream blues warms your winter!  
(BTW Sacramento California summers are notoriously hot)

Lyrics:
It's a nitroglycerin bomb sniffing skirt
That's a lollipop night stick
She only hits you where you need to hurt
A Marie Laveau shotgun shack
Don't ya know there's gambling in the back?
In a shotgun shack
I'm reading the tea leaves  by the smoke stack
We've all been bitten by the maharishi's baby teeth
It's hotter than a Sacramento summer
(And I don't mean that as a bad thing)

I'm gonna have to lay real low for awhile
My trouble follows me
I'm waist deep in the marsh
That's been thickened up with
Gumbo voodoo mule skin starch
I hear the Hellhounds on my tail
And I don't know what their motivation is
Maybe it's the Mississippi hog maw fizz?
If you think you know me
It's because I'm the guy that shows up
And all the trouble begins
Hotter than a Sacramento summer
(I don't mean that as a bad thing)

I'm down at the racetrack
I'm sleeping on a mattress made of blister packs
It's hotter than a Sacramento summer
(I don't mean that as a bad thing)

Oh, I'm up on the rack
The executioner is sharping his ax
He says: the world is ruled by fools
"And I'm sorry man, but I don't make the rules"
It's hotter than a Sacramento summer
Wherever I'm going
I'm looking forward to what the cool weather brings...

Hotter Than A Sacramento Summer

10 years ago, on February 22th 2014, Leo Vroman died at the age of 98, a Dutch poet and scientist (known for the Vroman effect), living in Forth Worth (Texas). A most wise and talented man, born in 1915 in Gouda, near to the city I live in. As a poet he is widely known for four lines:

Come tonight with tales /  how the war has disappeared /  and repeat them a hundred times /  all times I will weep

These lines are part of the poem ‘Peace’ he published a few years after WWII. He fled The Netherlands for the Nazi's and saw his fiancé only back after the war in America (surviving a Japanese camp during te war).

When he died, I recorded this song of the first three verses of his poem, using the well-known last lines as the chorus. I mixed it again (better understanding mixing now) and I'm still impressed by the power of his poem and its timeless message.

[rough translation]
PEACE
Comes a dove of hundred pounds,
an olive tree in its claws,
near to my ears with his mouth
full of sweet corn women,
full of cooing stories
how the war is gone
and repeats them hundred times:
All times I will weep

Since I so unexpectedly
jumped into a taxi
leaving a hole in the night
that’s becoming ever larger,
Since my soft tearful darling,
drought blushing of misery
stood still, stood still 
so that flint bounced in her loins
My skin is too dense and dry
in order to sweat in prayers,
creases tweaking, nontheless,
and ‘peace’ grinding, ‘peace’, ‘peace’

Love is a stinking miracle
of decapitated desires
if I have to live without peace
peace, God damned, peace;
As the ripping sound
with which I was separated from my love
scares me even now from the bed
where sometimes we both dream
that the war of yesterday
returns on felty feet,
that we, no longer fit for everything, 
yet again must lie down, run
and also scream in each other’s ears,
so desperate that we almost
dream we can hear ourselves.

[May I not curse 
when the fire of a long rebuilt city, 
rolling forth of a chamber wall,
blazes and keeps me awake?
It’s not the roasted kid, 
becoming fireworks, 
I feel terrible, terrible about,
It’s the age that nothing is happening,
when suddenly, in the middle of the house,
rises a tower of dirt,
long forgotten cellar mud,
quickly becoming unusable furniture,
blood-red flames and flaming
red blood, the surrounding air
wallpapered with living parts of dead yet
nice people, the eternal silence before the
surprised child in this column
is strangled and already raises the arms]

come tonight with tales 
how the war has disappeared 
and repeat them a hundred times
all times I will weep.

Vrede

VREDE (alle malen zal ik wenen)

Mastered & produced by BotNikStudio2. Follow our joint efforts on:
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MANTA RAY AT PLAY

Thanks for listening! I am a weekend song writer/guitar player living  in Ibaraki/ Japan. All my postings are my original works, unless noted. 
I have a lifelong obsession with recording melodies that fell on my head. 

Let me know how you feel about my music.



Hope you enjoy!

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Prank Tuber

Kyo Arakane

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