beautiful work - very much enjoyed 💛🎵

This music makes me cry, dear Marco... we came home a couple of days ago... so much emotions 💜

Will the lonely oak tree remember the embrance of its sisters? 
What will she fell when she shades the men who left her orphan?
Will the human being ever learn that without enviroment there is no future for humanity?
Will it then be too late?

THE TREE THAT WAS FOREST

Short music clip from a new music composition I'm working on for an artist. It's called HUSH.

Thanks to artsnb.

Hush

In The Dead Of Night

an evening at the apartment after fixing an old yet sturdy road bike in my brother's garage pt. 1-2

RETURN TO HOME... (from Symphony n°5)

A fusion of Techno and progressive rock music ,This song is a collaboration with the lovely KatarinaJovchevska.  She was kind and asked me to join her for this song of hers,   We hope you enjoy this one !

Hard Time  /  Katarina Jovchevska & Robert James

Nowhere Bound

1904, March 27, Genoa.
It is said that by studying well and taking advantage by the direction and strength of the wind, Étienne Bugnion that day, at Ponte Carrega, had scored Juventus a goal from the middle of the field.
Will it be true?
It matters little. It was the only goal in the final of the italian national football championship (senior category). The Genoa Cricket and Foot-ball Club was taking its third consecutive title, winning therefore also (and definitely) a silver cup put up for grabs by its president, George Fawcus, and to the same entitled. Very nice - you can see the remembrance photo (a bit touched up, you can tell); the gentlemen posing are footballers and are holding on to it, but to be honest there was little risk of that the cup would end up in different hands.
Of seven national trophies awarded until then, only one did not show itself in the Genoa's FC trophy museum; twelve games at all since 1899, six titles won. How many clubs in the world can boast such an average?
At its dawn in Italy, it was skimpy football, a game that few could really play.

The song was composed by Manuel. I slightly arranged and mixed it, and wrote the related story.

Sulle ali del vento (with Manuel Davide Pietra)

Written by Terry Reeves, 1981
Recorded in a dusty attic, Wallington, Surrey, 1983
Terry Reeves: Vocals/ Guitar 
Brian Reeves: Guitar
John Palmer: Bass
Gary Reeves: Drums

Back in 1981, there was a major news item on the front of the tabloids involving two young teenagers who had committed suicide in a car. They left a note saying that there was no point in carrying on living as they had no job and no money. Unemployment was the highest it had ever been at that time, so it made the headlines. This song was my comment. There was nothing great about the Thatcher government and yes, I was there. (Terry Reeves)

LYRICS

Work hard at school and you will succeed
Get the pieces of paper that you need
You will get there if you are the best
But what happens to us, all the rest

CHORUS
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Discipline will curb your greed
Much more training's what you need
It's better now than it's ever been
Hard times like these we have never seen

CHORUS X 2

Lets tell the truth and not live a lie
No piece for us of that money pie
The youth are the future that's what we're told
But what will they tell us when we're too old

CHORUS X 2

So what's the point in carrying on
Growing up is just one big con
Haven't listened to a word that's said
Perhaps you'll listen when I'm dead

NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Final Choice - Root Division (1983)

Challenge was to make one of my shorter songs with one of my longer lyrics, so I 'had' to craft it into an amalgam of 9/4 and 4/4 signatures. Thus, it may feel crazy on verses but I hope also catchy on refrains.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)  /  I ask only not to have desires (I don’t want to imagine anymore)

¿Puedes explicarme qué es lo que me pasa?  /  Can you tell me what happens to me?
Señor, llévate de mí esta confusión.  /  Lord, take away this confusion.
Quítame el don de la inteligencia,  /  Take the gift of intelligence from me,
pues si no pensara tanto, sería feliz.  /  because if I didn’t think so much, I would be happy.

Siento que este mundo me es extraño,  /  I feel this world is strange,
estoy a disgusto con mis sentidos.  /  I get displeasure from my senses.
No puedo comprender su funcionamiento,  /  I cannot understand their functioning,
ni siquiera amoldarme a él.  /  nor even get used to it.

Sólo pido no tener deseos,  /  I ask only not to have desires,
ya no quiero imaginarme nada.  /  I don’t want to imagine anything anymore.

Esta situación siempre es pasajera,  /  This situation is always temporary,
pero se repite una y otra vez.  /  but repeats itself again and again.
Este malestar de cuerpo y alma  /  This discomfort of soul and body
me hace desear dejar de ser.  /  makes me wish to stop being.  

Pienso entonces en todos los que me quieren,  /  Then I think of all those who love me,
o al menos en los que a veces lo parecen…  /  or at least about those who sometimes seem to…
¿Por qué es tan difícil la coexistencia  /  Why is coexistence so difficult
en medio de una sociedad inteligente?  /  in an intelligent society?

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

No deberías dejar pensar a algo imperfecto,  /  You should not allow something imperfect to think,
sino limitarlo a cumplir su función social.  /  but limit it to fulfilling its social role.
Sólo quiero ser un engranaje más, señor,  /  I only want to be one more cog, Lord,
en tu rebaño de almas, sin preguntas.  /  in your flock of souls, without questions.

Esta vida que me has dado, señor,  /  This life you have given me, Lord,
me tortura, de modos insospechados,  /  tortures me, in unsuspected manners,
a buscarle un sentido a mis dudas,  /  to look for a sense to my doubts,
lo cual, tal vez, sea precisamente su fin!  /  which, maybe, is precisely its purpose!

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

ER43FI10 97-18

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)

To our son

01 - Spitfire Audio - Ólafur Arnalds Stratus - Rhythmic Attacks
02 - Spitfire Audio - British Drama Toolkit - Ensemble - Woodwind Ens Long
03 - Spitfire Audio - Woodwind Evolutions - A simple Start
04 - Sonuscore - The Orchestra Complete - Grand Piano Lib Open - Grand Piano Lib Closed - Viola Staccato - Double Bass Pizzicato

Part Two coming soon... 😉

RETURN TO HOME... (from Symphony n°5)

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