Eryk Sowa's suite "Dalmatia" is a captivating musical journey that draws inspiration from the stunning landscapes and rich cultural heritage of the Dalmatian coast. This suite intertwines traditional melodies and modern orchestration, creating a vibrant tapestry that evokes the region's timeless beauty and diverse influences. Each movement in the suite captures a different facet of Dalmatia, from the serene, azure waves of the Adriatic Sea to the lively rhythms of coastal festivities. Sowa's masterful composition blends folk elements with classical finesse, transporting listeners to a sun-soaked realm where history and nature harmoniously coexist. Through "Dalmatia," Sowa not only celebrates the enchanting spirit of this Mediterranean paradise but also invites audiences to explore its depths and nuances through a compelling auditory experience.

Celestial Symphony: Eryk Sowa's Ten Suites

Eryk Sowa - Dalmatia (Suite)

Lunar Hypnosis

Fasten your seatbelts!

The Dreamy Autumn Version, long overdue!

Vocals and Lyrics by the fantastic Ian Greaves aka @ipg1

guitars, bass, drums, mix and mastering in vampyre style at N.o.b.S. moonshine studios.




Tha Boss with Tha Sauce

Turn that heater up let’s thaw and defrost
heat up that grill as the beat comes across
Blazing out your speaker yeah I’m here to set it off
and of course I keep it dope tha boss with the sauce
like tha boss with the sauce

Seems like they’re all trying to fix me but the mix be dope
I ain’t a rich motherfucker but I sure ain’t broke
I focus on my vision hold on to my hope
this is my life bitches not a practical joke
Ain’t never going to stop keep up stay woke
and don’t act like I owe you cause I put in the work
Ain’t stroking no Egos fuck it if you can’t cope
I’m just doing me and I know the truth hurts
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

On point won’t stop the game’s not done
I’m coming through step aside or better yet run
if you’re too sensitive go on ———gone
trying to stay positive now let’s get along
Underground independent is how I get down
check the narrative it’s on —-it’s on
how many lives I live sum it up one
how many fucks I give sum it up none
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

Don’t hate the hustle or the player———-hate the game———-hate the game
it’s easy when you’re judging from the outside ——looking in
recognize the obstacles———suggest you learn the name
still thinking I’m a target —— check your aim—— check your aim
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

On point won’t stop the game’s not done
I’m coming through step aside or better yet run
if you’re too sensitive go on ———gone
trying to stay positive now let’s get along
Underground independent is how I get down
check the narrative it’s on —-it’s on
how many lives I live sum it up one
how many fucks I give sum it up none
like tha boss with the sauce (X2)

Tha Boss With Tha Sauce 2024 Reissue

Tha Boss With Tha Sauce (2024 Reissue) feat. IPG1

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Léo, poète des âmes perdues, interprété par Michaël du groupe "The lonely of the night" Session enregistrée au studio " 5/5 Production " 2024

Paroles et Musique : Laurentides Music
Arrangements : Laurentides Music
Copyright : Laurentides Music 2024

Léo, poète des âmes perdues, interprété par Michaël du groupe "The lonely of the night"

Original Song
by Phil Dutton & Les Corlett

Lyrics

Everything comes in colours and shapes...

Everything comes in colours and shapes,
The people we love,
And the things that we hate.
We travelled the distance,
Across time and space,
We made our mark but we left no trace.

We all have our reasons and things that we trust,
The same old illusions are starting to rust.
We picked a direction,
But we're straying off course,
All we have left is a buyers remorse.
Rpt. after middle 8

We go through life as if by design,
You've got yours and I've got mine.
We've all got the same wants,
We know what we need.
We're looking for answers,
And to fulfill our dreams.

We all have our reasons and things that we trust,
The same old illusions are starting to rust.
We picked a direction,
But we're straying off course,
All we have left is a buyers remorse.

A BUYERS REMORSE

New York Stories (Chamber Version) (2024)
Music by Robert Paterson | Libretto by Margot Connolly
New York Stories Duration: ca. 60'
Instrumentation: soprano, baritone, and chamber ensemble (flute, oboe, clarinet, percussion, piano, violin, viola, cello), or  soprano, baritone, and piano
Percussion Instruments Needed for Chamber Ensemble Version: small drum set (snare drum, bass drum, hi-hat, crash cymbal, ride cymbal) vibraphone, glockenspiel, bar chimes, temple blocks, medium wood block, high wood block, medium triangle, small triangle
Librettos for five scenes commissioned by Robert Paterson. Crossing The Hudson (lyrics and piano/vocal score) commissioned by the Five Boroughs Music Festival
World Premiere (Chamber Version): Mostly Modern Festival, Modern Vocal Projects, Skidmore College, Arthur Zankel Music Center, Saratoga Springs, NY, June 16, 2024.
Video Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbmEubaaDPFTmiymAlaPLl69TU_ffF2cd
For More Information: https://robertpaterson.com/new-york-stories

New York Stories - Original And Only

A story about an "old friend" entering the house of an "old friend" but the latter doesn't remember him at all...
________________________

"Is that really you Mark? I can't believe I see you after all these years. It's kind of surreal..."

I happened to be just around the corner
I thought I’d just drop by
We could have a cozy cup of coffee
I haven't seen you quite a while

At first I hardly recognized you
But I guess that I look older too
Look at your house, look at your garden
You seem to have changed your point of view...

And I see the pictures on your walls
Faces I don’t know but they seem to mean a lot
And I remember who you were
Frightened of the crowd, never in the spot

"Well eh, what was your name again? Marvin?
Could be my mind is playing tricks on me
Which school did you go to?"

And did we have a thing in common?
I can’t remember where we met
Were you that guy at every party
Who always asked for a cigarette?
Mostly lurking from a corner
Rambling about conspiracies
No one really took any notice
Of your bewildered theories

Yes I have pictures on my walls
Faces you don’t know but you don’t have a role
And I remember who you were
Profit from the crowd, resting on the dole

I’ll leave now but we must meet again
We got something good that needs to be maintained
Old friend, remember way back when
You blindly understood when I had been in pain

Yes and I have pictures on my walls
Faces you don’t know but you don’t have a role
And I remember who you were
Profit from the crowd, resting on the dole

Pot Balrey

Old Friend (Demo)

Old Friend - Pot Barley with Ian Collins (Demo)

L'enfance, ces années de douceur et d'insouciance qui ne reviendront plus, mais qui restent un repère pour moi, dans ce monde de violence d'aujourd'hui.. 
Paroles:
Châteaux de sable, à l'abandon,
Des vents tournants dans les saisons,
Promesses hâtives autour d'un feu,
Lueurs étranges au fond des yeux.
Car l'enfance a de ses batailles,
Traces de poudre et d'épouvantail,
Et les oiseaux de ma jeunesse,
Ont fait nid de nos dernières tresses.
Redécouvrir l'innocence,
Des mots douceurs de son enfance,
Maitresse à tout jamais des lieux,
Privilégiés de nos adieux.
Retrouver l'amour perdu,
Le tout premier qu'on a connu,
Celui qui murmura un jour,
l'éternité des mots velours.
Soldats de plomb dans une cour,
Soldats de feu du temps qui court,
Peintures de guerre, hache enterrée,
Billes échangées, dans le secret.
Car l'enfance a de ses partages,
Quand on part on risque naufrage.
Mais les marins de ma jeunesse,
Hissent les voiles de la tendresse.
Redécouvrir l'innocence,
Des mots douceurs de son enfance,
Maitresse à tout jamais des lieux,
Privilégiés de nos adieux.
Retrouver l'amour perdu,
Le tout premier qu'on a connu,
Celui qui murmura un jour,
L'éternité des mots velours.
Redécouvrir l'innocence,
Des mots douceurs de son enfance,
Retrouver l'amour perdu,
Le tout premier qu'on a connu,
Celui qui murmura un jour,
L'éternité des mots velours.
Celui qui murmura un jour,
L'éternité des mots velours.
Châteaux de sable, à l'abandon,
Des vents tournants dans les saisons.

Christian PERUTI

Léo, poète des âmes perdues, interprété par Michaël du groupe "The lonely of the night"

LAURENTIDES MUSIC

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