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Just another song from my "spanish heart".

New Flamenco Improvisation II (For two guitar)

MOSANCTUM

the way to Mount Hira

Misk - Dawn (Lofi Hip-Hop)

English
This Movement IV of my Symphony No. 5 “Autumn” is a musical expression that tries to represent a day of work dedicated to the tasks of harvesting an abundant harvest in this especially productive season that nature offers us.

The action begins at dawn on the first day destined to collect the fruits expected during the year, when people begin to get up, get ready and go to the workplace to begin a promising day. The music begins by trying to describe the first light of day before the sun rises. Then, at 2:35, the Harp announces the dawn with the appearance of the first rays of sunlight, to which other instruments and the choirs join, which together foretell a radiant and beautiful day; Once the solar disk is above the horizon, flute trills can be heard that attempt to represent the birdsong…

The waltz that follows at dawn symbolises the harvesting work, in which, as the day progresses, the different stages of these tasks occur, where the castanets add a touch of festivity and celebration for this year's good harvest until the work day ends, night falls and a new day begins… at dawn…


Español
Este Mov. IV de mi Sinfonía No. 5 “Otoño” es una expresión musical que trata de representar un día de trabajo dedicado a las labores de recolección de una abundante cosecha en esta estación especialmente productiva que nos ofrece la naturaleza.

La acción comienza al alba en el primer día destinado a recoger los frutos esperados durante el año, cuando las gentes comienzan a levantarse, prepararse y dirigirse al lugar de trabajo para comenzar una jornada prometedora. La música comienza tratando de describir la primera luz del día antes de salir el sol. A continuación, en el momento 2:35, el Arpa anuncia el amanecer con la aparición de los primeros rayos solares a la cual se suman otros instrumentos y los coros, que juntos presagian un día radiante y hermoso; una vez el disco solar se encuentra por encima del horizonte, se escuchan trinos de flautas que tratan de representar en canto de los pájaros…

El vals que sigue al amanecer, simboliza las labores de recogida de la cosecha en la que a medida que va avanzando el día se suceden las distintas etapas propias de estas tareas, donde las castañuelas aportan un toque de fiesta y celebración por la buena cosecha de este año hasta que finaliza la jornada de trabajo, llega la noche y comienza un nuevo día… al Alba….

The Harvest

Sinf. No. 5- Mov. IV - The Harvest

"End Game" is a pop, rock, down tempo, Lo-Fi electronic track with progressive influences, featuring vocals, piano, modular synthesis, effects, electric guitar, Bass Guitar, acoustic drum set and other percussion instruments,

Pray it's a good weekend for you all with many blessings !

A track for relaxation, mood enhancement.

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Vocals : Azar Breakey
Written, produced, performed, recorded, programmed & arranged by Azar Breakey of Spirit Sound Innovators

Lyrics :

Verse 1 :

All around me I can see
Different feelings of anxiety
On the edges of insanity
We watch it every day on TV
The war lords calling 
The tear drops falling
I’ll watch and wait
And give it till morning
When the sun comes up
When the sky is blue
When the birds in the trees 
Are singing for you

Chorus:

Did you listen
To what they sing 
Have you ever seen
A life been saved for free 
Yes once but only on TV 
Yeh once but only on TV
 
 Verse 2 :
Every day I wonder why
The rich get richer 
While the poor man cries  
 
Chorus :

And said hey man
I see em drive in their porches
And sometimes even in their daddy’s rolls Royce’s 
I don’t care any more
We’ve lost the game
I’ve tried to see myself been the same 
But hey
I hear too much anyway
Every day on the news
Every corner I turn
I pray some day
We all may learn to see
Our destiny yeh
And not just on TV

Verse end:

All around me I can see
Different feelings of anxiety
All around me all around me
I see em drive in their porches
And sometimes even in their daddy’s rolls Royce’s 
I don’t care any more
We’ve lost the game

End Game - Mix 1 - Master 1

J'ai voulu reprendre cette magnifique chanson de Julien Clerc.
Un classique de la chanson française, probablement inconnu à l'étranger.
La mélodie, les accords, le sens, tout correspond à ce que je cherche à composer moi-même.
Cette version se veut un peu plus dramatique en accord avec le texte 
(translated below)

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"À quoi sert une chanson si elle est désarmée?"
Me disaient des chiliens, bras ouverts, poings serrés
Comme une langue ancienne
Qu'on voudrait massacrer
Je veux être utile
À vivre et à rêver

Comme la lune fidèle à n'importe quel quartier
Je veux être utile à ceux qui m'ont aimé
À ceux qui m'aimeront
Et à ceux qui m'aimaient
Je veux être utile
À vivre et à chanter

Ah-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

Dans n'importe quel quartier d'une lune perdue
Même si les maîtres parlent et qu'on ne m'entend plus
Même si c'est moi qui chante
À n'importe quel coin de rue
Je veux être utile
À vivre et à rêver

Ah-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

"À quoi sert une chanson si elle est désarmée?"
Me disaient des chiliens, bras ouverts, poings serrés
Comme une langue ancienne
Qu'on voudrait massacrer
Je veux être utile
À vivre et à rêver
Comme la lune fidèle à n'importe quel quartier
Je veux être utile à ceux qui m'ont aimé
À ceux qui m'aimeront
Et à ceux qui m'aimaient
Je veux être utile
À vivre et à chanter

"À quoi sert une chanson si elle est désarmée?"

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“What good is a song if it's disarmed?”
Chileans said to me, arms open, fists clenched
Like an ancient language
That one would like to massacre
I want to be useful
To live and to dream

Like the moon faithful to any neighborhood
I want to be useful to those who have loved me
To those who will love me
And to those who loved me
I want to be useful
To live and to sing

Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

In any quarter of a lost moon
Even if the masters speak and I'm no longer heard
Even if I'm the one singing
On any street corner
I want to be useful
To live and to dream

Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

“What good is a song if it's disarmed?”
Chileans said to me, arms open, fists clenched
Like an ancient language
That someone would like to massacre
I want to be useful
To live and to dream
Like the moon faithful to any neighborhood
I want to be useful to those who have loved me
To those who will love me
And to those who loved me
I want to be useful
To live and to sing

“What good is a song if it's unarmed?”

Utile (Julien Clerc - cover)

cold night

سلام خوش اومدید به اپیزود اول.
امیدوارم که دوسش داشته باشین
یک تشکر هم از تمام کسانی که توی پادکست من شرکت کردن و صحبتای قشنگشون رو باهامون به اشتراک گذاشتن.
از حمایت شماهم ممنونم.
لطفا نظرات خودتون رو بهم منتقل کنین😍

رادیو مسخ اپیزود 1.mp3

Jamiroquai's accapella vocals of "You Give Me Something" to create a Motown Vibe.  Instruments played by me:
Drums
Piano
Roundback Acoustic Guitar
Bass Guitar
Percussion
Synthesiser
Synthesiser Pad Northern Winds
I have worked with the acapella's to create a dreamy motown affect

Jamiroquai's lyrics
When I met you
You were so unique
You had a little thing I'd love to keep
Every movement
Carried much mystique
I knew right then I'd carry on
To you, I knew my heart belongs
You know, you
You give me something
Something that nobody else can give
And my heart
Started thumping
You know now, you're the one I truly know I dig
Like the sunbeams from a perfect summer day
Heaven only seems a step away
When I'm with you, I just celebrate
I'm hoping my message gets through
There's never been someone like you
I had nobody, but on you, I'd lean
'Cause you got these little things that I
I know I've never seen
You know now, you
You give me something
Something that nobody else has got
And this love
That I've been wanting
Oh baby, is turning out to be too fast to stop
You know now, ooh
You give me something
Something that nobody else can give
See my heart
Has started thumping
You know babe
You're the one I truly know I dig
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
You give me something that nobody else can give
Ooh, will you give me something?
You give me something that nobody else can give
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me something?
Ooh, will you give me-

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney
Australia

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

You Give Me Something

Ocean's Abyss

Musikerin & Musiktherapeutin aus Berlin
www.mosanctum.de

the way to Mount Hira

Lena Molfa