Beautiful, Michele, in every sense of the word — from the instrumentals, the melodies 🫶 to this great final mix👏😀✌️

What a beautiful, natural composition with transparent sounds! Bravo, Michele!

Very relaxing music: it unites and reconciles body and spirit!

Meet ___________ (insect and spider species, when my computer is fixed)

Calm and Steady tracks series no. 571

created: 2025/06/29

Picture CREDIT (none yet, there's no picture so far ; )

Capitalized tags in the "Additional tags" field are SoundCloud's.

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Emisarios   

La noche me encima queriendo desanimar.
la lluvia decide trayendo un tesoro
Es agua del cielo, me dijo prestá atención.
Sos hijo del suelo, sos savia, sos bendición.
hablan sin hablar, cuando estamos solos.
y a su corazon recibo igual.


El tiempo me envuelve, sumando me arrastra,
Mi alma y el cielo, son fuego que basta.
Son flama que grita, son guerra sin rendición,
son  furia del trueno, caida y resurrección.
Hablan sin hablar, cuando estamos solos
y a su corazon recibo igual.

Hablan sin hablar, cuando estamos locos
y a su corazon recibo igual. 

Letra y Música: Pichy Sotomayor
Picture: Princess Mononoke by Hayao Miyazaki (1997)

Emisarios

Anxious Chill

'Dont Smudge The Ink' is an easy listening laid back track and soundscape.

Dont Smudge The Ink

05 DOOM 5. live recording

Wide Awake

I had posted a year ago the row version of this track recorded back in 2015 (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/bosque-redondo)
I thought that, after all these years, it was time to remake it, without altering the melody or the atmosphere.
Regarding the context evoked, see for example here: https://americanindian.si.edu/nk360/navajo/long-walk/long-walk.cshtml

Composed by Michele Ansani (2015-2025).
Bansuri is courtesy by Aahro.
Cover photo: Navajo girls at Fort Sumner, Bosque Redondo era, New Mexico, 1864-1868(?). Palace of the Governors Photo Archives, negative number 038208.

RePosted on SoundCloud: 2025, June 16

Bosque Redondo (final version)*

TPC SC 404 - Over You

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
A HAS BEEN NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
SHUFFLING WIND NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

ONCE A KING TWICE A CLOWN
I'VE BEEN SNEAKING AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

WHISPERING TO THE WIND 
LOVELY SWEET LITTLE NOTHINGS
SOMETIMES LOVE IS A SOLITARY THING

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND





I'VE BEEN UP (Lyrics)

Third track from "Cathedral of Ecstatic Sounds", a set of collab with Damga.

Cathedral of Ecstatic Sounds III - Dark Poetry of the Stars

Chills (2025) Remastered

Shine, Shattered captures the moment when brilliance fractures—wrapped in a haze of retro synths and dark textures.Bouncy, analog-inspired electronic tones dance over shadowy undercurrents, evoking a broken yet beautiful vision of a forgotten future.The contrast between rhythmic playfulness and atmospheric melancholy defines this dark retro-electronic track.

Shine, Shattered

Breathe (Clip)

'In The Citadel Of The MInd' is an exploration really of the imagination...the creative mind, or in my case, "In The Citadel Of The MInd". Utilising mixed genres, as the mind has many portals and avenues to wander down and through.. 

In The Citadel Of The MInd

"There is always a road back, if we have the courage to look for it, and take it." - Louise Penny

"The road back is always longer than you think, but generally never as long as you fear. " (Usually attributed to F. Scott Fitzgerald)

This composition draws inspiration from those who've traveled "the long road back"—whether to find their way home, reclaim their health, or revive a cherished dream. The composition begins slowly and tentatively, mirroring the first steps of such a journey. Around the 2:20 mark, the music gains momentum, signaling that the end of the long road is near. The piece ultimately resolves on a major chord, symbolizing a successful and hopeful return.

The Long Road Back

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Solitaire (guitar version)

Genocide, June 2025:
Israel is only the executioner, every nation which has armed that country in the past year is an accessory to that genocide, an accomplice, a facilitator.  We cannot talk about war crimes because when you target unarmed civilians, mostly women and children, we are talking about a massacre, like terrorists do, not a war. The people who orchestrated that massacre, in the US, the most duplicitous, followed by those of the UK, Germany, France, and probably a few lesser ones should be tried for crimes against humanity just as well as Netanyahu and his cabinet, because it has been going on for two years, generously reported by media of all kinds, so the enablers knew exactly how the arms were to be used, as a tool for revenge, domination, and humiliation of the Palestinian people.  The conflict has ceased to be about the defense of anything for months.

The parties responsible have made a mockery of decency, morals, fairness, proportion, or justice, not to mention empathy.  Of what little there was, these concepts will be a lot longer to come back than they were to be struck down.  

Is it 1984 already?!?!
 ...

I have not been able to recover access to my other account [https://soundcloud.com/ha-kekong] for a couple of years.  I have tried a few times to get back into it but SoundCloud doesn't trust me.  Same phone number, same email addresses, and they still claim that they can't verify my identity.  I created that account about three years ago as a substitute to my regular account which SoundCloud temporarily closed.  They closed it as part of some upgrade procedure in their system, the result of a bug that affected many accounts, about two years ago.  Since SC did not inform its users I didn't know if that was permanent or not, so I created that other account which I can't access.  Don't be mad if I have not replied to your message in the past two years, that's because I never got them ; ) ... You can always reach me here though.
...

This one here (957729823) is for regular folks.

I love you, both.

...

You can't see it because of the angle with which I took the shot, aiming down, but beyond those blocks is the sea.  To the left is the Mediterranean, to the right is the Atlantic Ocean.  No it's not Gibraltar, but a little bit further West. ... Actually I checked recently and it is further North more than West, I thought I was facing South when in fact I probably was facing the Atlantic ocean, which is why I suppose the waves were of a decent size where we were.
...

My face and the bike are a courtesy of Joël Vaudreuil
[https://vimeo.com/user8897093]  ... Merci Joe!
I then went ahead and butchered his work with a borrowed helmet.
... Sorry Joe. =(
...

I'm trying to promote what I think is good music, so if you want to help out a bit I'd rather you [like] or [repost] my *playlists* rather than my field recordings, if you don't mind, unless you are a die hard fan of those things. Thank you ; )

I speak French, so if you send me a private message, and that you are a francophone, please write in French, thank you.  ... I mean, you don't absolutely have to, but I would prefer it. 

All my field recordings (except for when I record a person) are public, freely downloadable by anyone who is able to click on the button.  I encourage anyone interested to use them in any way whatsoever, on purpose or accidentally. No need for permissions or credits or any other kind  of administrative maneuvers.
...

Anarchists give me hope.

I'm a big fan of EFF.  Love ya EFF.  (no connection with the above line)
... and of course Richard Stallman and Linux and all the others.  Bless yous.

Now don't be lazy, go find out what it is this "EFF" that I'm talking about.  I'll give you a hint: it has to do with computers.

You have a nice day now.  Hugs & Kisses.

Hello! I’m a university professor of history who enjoys playing guitar and piano/keyboard, and occasionally composing — unpretentiously, just for fun.
Most of my recordings (made with a KorgD8, Audacity, and more recently Reaper for MIDI and the Spitfire Audio libraries) are entirely homemade and decidedly imperfect.
My music includes old songs (all written back in the last century; here I’ve only shared the ones I’ve reworked in recent years) as well as both old and new instrumentals — usually in several versions, some of which eventually disappear because they’re simply unlistenable.

Thanks for stopping by and giving something a listen; in the description you’ll often find explanatory notes or translations of the lyrics.
Here I’ve discovered a community of talented musicians and songwriters, and plenty of beautiful music to enjoy. Whenever I like, comment, or repost a track, it’s always the result of attentive listening. For the same reason, I’m not interested in trading empty “likes” without real engagement, and I won’t reply to messages from would-be promoters — follower counts don’t matter to me in the slightest.

By popular demand (well, actually just my daughter’s — she insists it’s the “cooler” platform), I’ve finally started putting some of my music on Spotify too...

Update (2024, September 9). Completed the "AI & (fake) songwriting project". Here: https://soundcloud.com/mick-hansan 

P.S.: A prayer, a humble request to those who publish songs: use the description area to make the lyrics available... This would make listening to them more complete and enjoyable!

I've posted some 'live' homemade performance here: https://www.instagram.com/michele_ansani/

Bosque Redondo (final version)*

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