François TAMBY: guitars, drums, bass, arrangements and production
Aline TAMBY : all voices

   A song that rocked my late teens; I've always loved the lyrics, the "Kenloachian" video, Jimmy Somerville's voice and the melody, but much less the synthetic arrangements and 80s production. It's a world far removed from our own, so we've freely reinterpreted the song in our own way...

 Une chanson qui a bercé ma fin d'adolescence ; j'ai toujours aimé les paroles, le clip "Kenloachien", la voix de Jimmy Somerville et la mélodie, mais beaucoup moins les arrangements synthétiques et la production des années 80. C'est un monde très éloigné du nôtre,  nous avons donc librement réinterprété la chanson à notre façon...

CIACCO-Cover-Smalltown Boy-Bronski Beat

The 16th EP of "past is the verse

-Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/track/1rpku0fIqrleFOZkusq9Ec?si=d0ebedc30d1543d5

-Apple Music
https://music.apple.com/us/album/swinging-single/1745278732

-Amazon Music
https://music.amazon.co.jp/albums/B0D3LDJKQX?marketplaceId=A1VC38T7YXB528&musicTerritory=JP&ref=dm_sh_HTWcOZpJgSZYfQsS65gxpcJhw

-bandcamp
https://pastverse.bandcamp.com/track/swinging

Swinging

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Unlike our previous two collabs, Dan does lyrics, vocals and lead guitars on an instrumental by me.
I made a 7/4 track for him, knowing he can sail odd waves, and here you are the fantastic result !!

https://soundcloud.com/user-276716031: lyrics, vocals, guitar solos and fills, percussion, artwork on logo by WouWou
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: instrumental idea, rhythm guitars, bass, drums

Verse 1:
A promise was made
And It shouldn’t fade
The words were spoken
Then they was broken

We were in the bright sunshine
I thought she was mine
It’s not something you can pawn
And asa now she is gone

I was here forever beau
It was years ago

Verse 2:
But I thought it still held
Like a solid weld

A promise is a promise
Even for a doubting Thomas
It should carry some weight
It doesn’t have an expiration date

But a last I find
That things can unwind
And we are not together
In this Summer weather

Verse 3:
She made her assurance
But I had no insurance
From the broken promise she made
Yes our romance began to fade

Now I am in the dark
What was there was just a spark
Now I Don’t know
Which way to go

No direction in my life
Yes I’m living in such strife
Wondering if life means anything
My joy has no more spring

I am that sad guy you passed by
Not noticing the tears in his eyes

B E T R A Y A L (with Daniel Lockhart)

one upon a time we went to the House of Nanking restaurant and as we sat down a quarter-pounder cockroach strolled down the counter. nobody was bothered and we stayed and ate 'cuz the food was so damn good. still a favorite and inspiration for this exotic musical dish called House of Nanking Blues.

created in Logic audio, guitars by naldo using Rabea plug-in.
artwork by firefly

House of Nanking Blues

SOARING

Dope cool guy-Ry
Be sure to check out his Dope Rap👆https://soundcloud.com/r-parks-481014888
"Manifesting"
Words&vocals-Ry
Beat&prod-Tot.

Manifesting -ft. Ry

This song was wrote a few years back in an acoustic form. 
Mike has transformed it into a beast with his mighty skill set, production skills and most of all his patience .
He really is too modest because he never blows his own trumpet and needs to take full credit for his graft. 
So I am telling you when you listen remember who made it happen.
Nat as added her amazing vocals and always gives a song a different slant, which I love.
Leave both these wonderful people to their own devices and they deliver beyond all expectations on these collaborations. 
It’s a song for all that simple sibling rivalry and for the musicians who have been in bands with their elder brothers  or sisters.
You have to either leave or your sibling as to leave because something always gives. 
Arguing, fighting and always competing for your creative edge to be heard.
I experienced this when I was younger with my older brother but it was the best thing for both of us to part ways musical. 
It allowed me to grow as a singer/ songwriter and gain my own identity. We both went on to establish the things we wanted to do. The experience I gained from constantly playing live with him was invaluable.
It always felt that when I left for a while  I was always playing to him in my head wanting him to just recognise how I had grown and doing my own thing but I don’t think he ever did. 
It was always me more than him and he probably never realised. We never let it put a wedge between us and always got on after and still do.
There are many that have never made up I would imagine and should because life is too short. 

For My Audience Of One 

V1
A creation from the same mother
(Playing rock stars with your elder brother) 
From the council estate to touring Europe 
(You tried to the USA and became a standing tourist )
When your private life takes to the stage
(And the in fighting gets a little harder to gauge)
When your milk chocolate
you  just eat yourself
(And  little old you as been left out to melt)

Chorus 
Everything  is done 
For an audience of one 
And that audience is you 
And sadly it’s true x2)

V2
(And now you don’t even
 talk at all no not anymore )
Just word salad rants and Twitter x squawk
(Your just letting go from your blind panic) 
I’m Living a better life feeling super Organic

Chorus 

Middle 8 

(He left you in the blue hour
the glorious sunset turned sour
Waiting for your new sunrise
To blind those blue 
……Adriatic eyes)

Chorus…….

Outro
Everything is done 
For my audience of one

For My Audience Of One ~ Fox, Brownie & Daniels

Here is a song (an old-fashioned ballad) composed and recorded in 1998. I didn't feel the need to add anything, except for the vocals in places where it was too low in volume. The song journay now is over, I hope: from the Korg to a CD, from the CD to a tape, from the tape to the PC, from the PC to SC.
Cover picture is from Pietro Corrao.

Because of the bad English translation, I add something about the story the song tells (that in part was inspired by a short fable I published only in 2003). Martina is a servant of a rich man; she is a poor, widowed woman, the dreamer and deceived mistress of a no-good sailor who is now in prison for stealing everything she had.

ENG / ITA LYRICS

furious Martina 
cuts potatoes and guesses
who knocks at the door 
who brings silver to the master 
at six in the morning
curious morning
fancies and outbursts 
not Martina's habit
to follow the footprints left by cats 
on frost roofs

but Martina thinks back 
to summer nights 
tales of fairies
to encounters 
to evenings spent 
dreaming of ships that have sailed away
Martina gave me the house keys 
the photos of her children and of her as a child
Martina used to run on skates 
and often fell first...
furious Martina

if I marry Martina 
we'll have a party in the hills
I'll give her a song
a rose a raspberry 
and a starfish
jealous Martina 
herbal teas and hot flashes
not Martina's habit
stringing necklaces 
waiting for the snow to come
hidden in the cellar  

but Martina thinks back 
of burnt nights 
to summer tales
to encounters 
to evenings spent 
dreaming of ships that have sailed away
Martina gave me the silver from home 
the photos of her children and of her as a child
Martina ran on skates 
and often fell first ...
furious Martina

haughty Martina 
turmoil and bells is not like Martina
to follow the tracks left by thieves 
escaped into the hills
if I marry Martina 
we'll have a quiet party
I will give her a song 
a dirge and the sermon 
of the priest of this prison 

but Martina thinks back 
of burnt nights 
to summer tales
to encounters 
to evenings spent 
dreaming of ships that have sailed away
Martina gave me the silver from home 
the photos of her children and of her as a child
Martina ran on skates 
and often fell first ...
furious Martina

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furiosa Martina 
se taglia patate indovina
chi bussa al portone 
chi porta l’argento al padrone 
alle sei di mattina
curiosa mattina
mattane e caldane non è da Martina
seguire le impronte lasciate dai gatti 
sui tetti di brina

... ma Martina ripensa 
alle notti d’estate 
ai racconti di fate
agli incontri 
alle sere passate 
a sognare le navi che sono salpate
Martina mi ha dato le chiavi di casa 
le foto dei figli e di lei da bambina
Martina correva sui pattini 
e spesso cadeva per prima...
furiosa Martina

se sposo Martina 
faremo una festa in collina
le regalerò una canzone 
una rosa un lampone 
e una stella marina
gelosa Martina 
tisane e scalmane non è da Martina
infilare collane 
aspettando che arrivi la neve 
nascosta in cantina  

... ma Martina ripensa 
alle notti bruciate 
ai racconti d’estate
agli incontri 
alle sere passate 
a sognare le navi che sono salpate
Martina mi ha dato gli argenti di casa 
le foto dei figli e di lei da bambina
Martina correva sui pattini 
e spesso cadeva per prima ...
furiosa Martina

ritrosa Martina 
buriane e campane non è da Martina
seguire le tracce lasciate dai ladri 
scappati in collina
se sposo Martina 
faremo una festa in sordina
le regalerò una canzone 
una nenia e il sermone 
del prete di questa prigione 

... ma Martina ripensa 
alle notti bruciate 
ai racconti d’estate
agli incontri 
alle sere passate 
a sognare le navi che sono salpate
Martina mi ha dato gli argenti di casa 
le foto dei figli e di lei da bambina
Martina correva sui pattini 
e spesso cadeva per prima ...
furiosa Martina

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Music and lyrics by Michele Ansani (1998).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, August 17.

Furiosa Martina **

Video: Any views, likes and subs very gratefully received! :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVs0xQeBQJA
A new bossa nova tune for a summer that's slipping away too fast .......

Ordinary Daydreams

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 09/2024.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

Rock instrumental

Rock Entracte

Shibuya Crossing evokes the quiet pulse beneath the surface of Tokyo’s iconic intersection. Slow, deliberate rhythms intertwine with warm strings and plenty of right angles to reflect the hidden harmony within the vibrant chaos of neon lights and endless motion. The piece captures a sense of calm amidst the flurry of life, much like the steady, soothing rhythm of footsteps and traffic, even during a gentle rain. Through its restrained energy and lush textures, Shibuya Crossing offers a meditative glimpse into the balance of movement and stillness at the heart of Tokyo's most beloved crossings.

SOARING

MiloJay