Love is here
and always be
even with the broken chain
this lie remains to be
where I once found my home 
"sold" hangs under this for sale sign alone
Echos of laughter and joy bring me here
from all the walls of yesterdays gone lost tear
screams and fights, don't need remind
a sense of hope doesn't feel to familiar this time
repercussions of your crimes (broken tree)
Never excuse the time

Blame it on the sun
I've been thinking for some time you see
maybe it's not as bad as it seems
The guilty ones show me still nothing's changed
tell me how we can make the change
don't blame it on the sun
through the broken trees
Blame it on the sun

BLAME | T-Bone Gregory

Potrei sbagliarmi
Potrei ricordare male però 
Queste cose le ho già viste 
(le ho già viste) lo so 

Se non vado errato
Son passato varie volte qua
Una musica nota 
Mi suona sconosciuta 

Anche tu straniera del giorno
Amica della notte
Mi confondi coi tuoi mille volti
E il tuo profumo 

Sogno/realtà 
Dimmi tu che differenza 
(che differenza) fa
Una parte di me
Ha bisogno (bisogno) di te 

I miei occhi
Sfumature del cielo scrutano
È proprio vero o no 

La terra umida
Che tocco con le mie mani 
Ci sarà ci sarà domani 

Anche tu amica del giorno
Straniera della notte
Mi confondi coi tuoi mille volti
E il tuo profumo 

Sogno/realtà 
Come pagine di un libro
Letto per metà
Una parte di me
Ha bisogno (bisogno) di te 

Sogno/realtà 
Dimmi tu che differenza 
(che differenza) fa
Una parte di me
Ha bisogno (bisogno) di te


Copyright 2023 All Rights Reserved

Sogno

AURORAS

Auroras

From the Album: "Arrhythmia & Blues" 2024

Oh well, the sign on the door
Says she opens up at 6AM everyday
But then she saunters in at 8:15
And everybody seems okay
You could some order eggs over easy
(extra greasy)
The hash brown scramble
She's not a good cook
But her beauty is hard to handle
I'm falling in love
At Rosies's Cafe
Falling in love every single day

I stumbled in there late one night
After a , uh, let's just call it a little fender "bender"
If you will
She brought me a cup of instant coffee
Mixed with Pepsi
And a slice piece of pie
I looked into her chestnut eyes
I fell into a dream...

Flap jacks
That look like mud flaps
Home fries with gravy
That would sink the navy
Her hash brown scramble
Her good looks are hard to handle
I'm falling in love
At Rosie's Cafe
Every single day

Rosie's Cafe

As a child growing up in Liverpool during the eighties, I witnessed first hand the struggles people had to endure because of the government’s neglect of our city. The government got away with neglecting its children, whilst Yosser and no doubt many like him had theirs taken away.

Yosser Hughes, the fictional character from Alan Bleasdale's incredible television series 'Boys from the Blackstuff', depicted a single father unable to find work whilst trying to look after his three children. 

The perception of Yosser back then, and probably still now is that he was a crazy, weak, and dangerous person. The reality though, is that Yosser’s behaviour was fuelled by many factors, not just povery, lack of work, and a broken relationship that we witness on screen.

Mental health awareness was zilch back then and most men today like Yosser find it impossible to talk about their struggles in life. This is largely due to the stigma of being perceived as weak. The only person he felt that he could open up to was a priest behind a veiled confessional box, who seemingly offered no help, support or guidance.

There will have been many traumatic events in Yossers life, all as a result of a cycle of poverty and lack of support and understanding that was generationally passed down. 

Yosser struggled on with his failing mental health, but clearly his love remained for his children. He kept looking for work, feeding his children, doing the best he could with what little he had. He like many was unfortunately doomed to succeed, and yet if he had been given help and support he could have brought his children up and been there for them. His wife, like Yosser just another casualty of the continuing cycle of victims, and sadly their children next.

Anyone struggling with their mental health should break free from the societal  stigma and speak to someone. You’re only human and can’t carry that weight alone. You are not alone and It’s ok to be vulnerable, it’s what makes us human. Just please ask someone for help!

Additionally, If you know someone who may be struggling with things, ask them if they want to talk, lend your ear, normalize their worries or concerns, and encourage them to seek help and support.

Thanks to Liverpool artist Mikey Gannon, for letting me use his artwork: http://ko-fi.com/mikeygannon

Yosser hughes

Yosser Hughes

THE MELLOW SIDE OF MOON // Perhaps a different way of listening??
@docfritz // Composition, Arrangement, Soundscapes, Rhythm Design, Artwork, Mix & Production 
© 2024 | Peter Pasch @ ORCHESTRA OF ELECTRIC SPACEJAZZ

THE MELLOW SIDE OF MOON

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I Wanna Be A Monkey

Live Lite + VST + M-Audio Keystation MINI32 + udio.com for vocals
Special thanks goes to @r-u-r-pl for consultations and help with generating udio vocals.
Original lyrics (not too complicated 😜) by kavvka:

Gdzie serca splecione w skowronkach?

Jasieńku, Jasieńku czemuś ty zły na mnie?
Jam Ci to życie chciała ułożyć jak w niebie.
Dlaczegoś, dlaczegoś mnie zostawił dla niej?
Jam Ci to chciała jeno wyjść za ciebie.

Oj dana,
oj dana,
oj dana

Powtórzenie
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English translation:

Where our hearts bounded in skylarks melody?

Oh Johnny, oh Johnny why are you mad at me?
I wanted this life maked into heaven.
Why, oh why you left me for her
I only wanted to be your wife 

Oh dah-nah
oh dah-nah
oh dah-nah

Repeat.

Art by Grzegorz Kawka - https://www.deviantart.com/grzegorz-kawka

Jasieńku, dlaczego (Why, Johnny? udio.com vocals)

‘Colorful crochet’ fisherman wanders the streets sipping a calyx staring blankly colorful crochet unknown a poster half torn with the portrait of a woman with close-fitting dress with calyx-shaped breasts breasts wanting to coming out he drops the calyx Busting red wine flows through the maze of sidewalk the wine activates the planet the planet begins to turn he puts the hands in the pockets tear the lining of the pockets a child shoots him with a plastic pistol and goes away jumping and laughing he faints into the liner of the pockets: the long corridors of dreams where tears come together in the wishing well where poets taste the sault the salt that breaks the chains of fear where the voice strips the shadows

Colorful Crochet - with Luciole Langevine in vocals - texte in description

06/10/2024

Gratitude w/Daniele Turani

-Infinite Heart-

 La musique et le son sont des moyens de passer au dessus les frontières du temps et de l'espace. #electro#creative#intriguing#music#art#Mokito