Name: MagJazz - Despairtango by magmavander
Duration: 4 min 23 s
Description: A Jazz oldie. Sometimes you feel dark and sad. I used here electronic drum machine sounds instead of "real" drums. No looped samples, just one shot samples for the drums, same for other instruments.

Very nice song. Cool rhythm, nice solo's!!

The wonderful jazz tone and atmosphere. I admire it.

This year I've been studying jazz.
Have fun!

Jazztastic

Daniel

Elenor Rigby

recorded on June 3rd, 2024, in Tiohtià:ke (Montréal)

enclosed empty parking lot at the Olympic site

Stade - Stationnement 1 (Raw)

A Jazz oldie. Sometimes you feel dark and sad. I used here electronic drum machine sounds instead of "real" drums. No looped samples, just one shot samples for the drums, same for other instruments.

MagJazz - Despairtango

4-2-25

Coldheart: rhythm guitar and vocals 
Casio: percussion and bass line
120 bpm  soft rock beat
Key of F#

Mistress

I’ve just found that I’ve a mistress
And music is her name
Though she boards between the chords
She’s with me every day 

And she dances through my hands
Dreams with me in bed
She sings to me
Incessantly 
This mistress in my head

And she sings the songs of life to me
That only I can hear
Fragments echo furiously 
As they vanish in thin air
And she plays me like a symphony 
That only I can hear
And her whispered notes fall effortlessly 
Like snowflakes through still air

So when the coast is clear
And my wife still sleeps in bed
You know I think she’s known about us
Quite a while
Sweet mistress in my head

Then she laughs just like an orchestra 
But still let’s be discreet 
Is that a sitar that calls afar
Sweet mistress in my head

And she sings the songs of life to me 
That only I can hear 
Fragments echo defiantly 
As  they vanish in thin air 
And she plays me like a symphony 
That only I can hear
And her whispered notes fall
Effortlessly 
Like snowflakes through still air

mistress

Logic Pro, Fender Tone Master, Gibson ES-355, Roland Fantom X8

Elsewhere

made with casio, zoom h1 microphone, and NCH editing software
based off a multitrack casio piece from my old frog based tone poem called frog is melancholy at the gas station and i just improvised  on top
original https://soundcloud.com/fr0ggy5/fr0g-is-melancholy-at-the-gas-station-tone-poem

melancholy improv midsummer night in July 2025

(no genAI involved - my voice and VST instruments)
At 55 years old, I am a grandfather and am rediscovering the magic of a newborn baby. When we see this innocence and fragility, we retrieve in each of us that simple but wonderful thing that is humanity.
(traduit plus bas)
---
It's not another morning
Not anymore
So deep inside me
I'm only starting to understand
Like never before
  
When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
My baby I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising  

My love,my son
Born of your ancestors
Now you're the sun, I'm your universe
You'll find me always there

I never knew the silence
Could speak so loud
You breathe, I listen
The world now slows just to hear from you
And time itself bows down

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
Your smile becomes the meaning
And hope  is softly ringing
My baby, you reveal
These beautiful things
That you imagine

When living is so real
Your tiny hands are dreaming
And my heart is healing
Through my chest I can feel
Your soul, the meaning
A world arising

When living is so real
I'm dreaming
I'm healing
When living is so real
I see the meaning
The world's arising
----
Ce n'est pas un matin comme les autres
Plus maintenant
Au plus profond de moi
Je commence seulement à comprendre
Comme jamais auparavant
  
Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
Mon bébé, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Mon amour, mon fils
Né de tes ancêtres
Maintenant, tu es le soleil, je suis ton univers
Tu me trouveras toujours là

Je ne savais pas que le silence
Pouvait parler si fort
Tu respires, j'écoute
Le monde ralentit maintenant juste pour t'entendre
Et le temps lui-même s'incline

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît
 
Quand la vie est si réelle
Ton sourire devient le sens
Et l'espoir  sonne doucement
Mon bébé, tu révèles
Ces belles choses
Que tu imagines

Quand la vie est si réelle
Tes petites mains rêvent
Et mon cœur guérit
À travers ma poitrine, je peux sentir
Ton âme, le sens
Un monde qui naît

Quand la vie est si réelle
Je rêve
Je guéris
Quand la vie est si réelle
Je vois le sens
Le monde qui naît

When living is so real

Mac , music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty , guitar , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics , vocals

I’ve been listening lately 
To the shite that they play on the radio daily
Nothing quite can excite ,too frothy to sway me 
 It’s all far too light more like coffee than gravy

Where’s all the rock stars gone 
The ones who leave it all in their songs
The ones who grab you by the balls and make you sing along
And I’m not joking , these kids today
Not even smoking all far too gay 
And I mean that in the very best way
That your supposed to use it nowadays 

Ladies and gents I don’t know the answer
We need 4 ill raised scally’s 
Not sixteen shit dancers

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

Tell me, folks, what's your recipe?(grilled cheese )
First, lose creativity. (Yes please)
Make it bland for all the sheep
who walk blind through life, superficially. (Not deep)
Take their voice, give 'em words to speak  (thought free)
nor a choice but to hit repeat. ( bought three)
Prey on them 'cause their minds are weak, 
and likely to fork out about a g per seat, (fuck me)
buy your merch, wear it in the street.(ok)
Advertise your shit for free. (No way)
To feel a sense of community
though nothing you say or do is unique.  (Per say )

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

Over saturation splitting at the seams
Radio rubbish just don’t appeal to me
Shiny shit , opium for the masses
Not about tunes 
Just folks shaking asses
It’s gone too far to save
Sgt pepper and the walrus turning in their graves

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

MagJazz - Despairtango

magmavander

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