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This song was written in Nov 2021 during a composition challenge, in a limited time (4 hours). At this time, it was obviously a very small part of it, blurred in reverb, not mixed and sung in only one shot. 
After some digging and mixing, I'm pleased to show you here the entire song. As usual, my voice is not supposed to be definitive here. I just want to show the intention. Any collaboration proposal with a singer is welcome.

* Richard Gonfrier* copyright ©. 2023

Never Say Goodbye

Watch the music video:  https://vimeo.com/949369795

Quantum theory brilliantly explains the physical universe. But the certainty of every quantum state is dependent on an "observer" and physicists are wrestling with what that means: Consciousness is the foundation and source of everything. 

And quantum theory cannot explain consciousness any more than it can explain love, the perception of color or sound, or the taste of chocolate. Because consciousness (or spirit) creates the physical universe, not the other way around.

Lyrics:

Super Colliders

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders
I could barely pass mathematics
But I knew that I was on fire
And I knew you were to me
More than just matter energy
And I'm going to have to find the answer

But when I sought the implicate order
The wave collapsed into water
And I know you don't want to hear it:
Underneath it all we are spirit
A voice is whispering in the ear of Mr. Verlinde:
Four universes remain chaotic

Now they find the conscious mind is driving everything
I confess this consciousness once heard the angels sing
I'll make it back to heaven's gate winding a golden string
And smile at the absurdity when I should be laughing

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders
Done my share of mental gymnastics
But my heart keeps taking me higher
The gravity of it all is emerging as we fall
The irony is not lost on me

Now they find the conscious mind is driving everything
I confess this consciousness once heard the angels sing
I'll make it back to heaven's gate winding a golden string
And smile at the absurdity when I should be laughing

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders

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Super Colliders

Alchemical [Fusion] is a haunting progressive rock epic that conjures the eerie specter of nuclear annihilation. The song's narrative is woven from the words of J. Robert Oppenheimer, who famously declared "I am become Death, destroyer of worlds" as he witnessed the first atomic blast. The track's haunting harmonies and driving rhythms evoke the apocalyptic consequences of nuclear war, as eerie audio clips from Harry Truman's announcement of the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki eerily underscore the song's themes. Through a maelstrom of soaring guitar solos and pounding drumbeats, "Alechmical [Fusion]" probes the dark heart of humanity's most devastating creation, leaving the listener to ponder the devastating consequences of our destructive potential.

Alchemical [Fusion]

Music by Earnest Woodall Produced by Woodall Productions

www.ewoodall.com

Confusioning Dilemma

A soundscape describing a WW2 air raid. Nothing jingoistic here, it's meant to describe the horror and twisted logic of 'total war' and how it destroys the line between civilians and soldiers.

Blitz

Heads...or...or...hmm...Mongoose?!?!

UNTAPPED feat. IPG1
This is an open collaboration from IPG1 / Ian Greaves
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/untapped-voxes-92-bpm
IPG1: Lyrics and Vocals
Lillithe: Music, Arrangement and Production
Lyrics: 
Off the top ———-is where it’s at unwrap this —————-gift RAP hitting the streets—-it’s ——pure crack Stone cold —-this trap ——TRACK! Pool of knowledge ——-untapped going —-in —-hard——we do that  Better —-tighten up —-them bootstraps  ———SAY-——-“what the hell ——did Lou snap!!!” swag baby —-The recap  no snags—nah—we stop that!!!
Break the game down--it's a new map Flow so rich--- better check that NASDAQ Eyes on the prize---go the full lap concrete jungle---stuck in the trap
[Verse] From the alleys to the skyline---watch us elevate Living large in the boroughs where we demonstrate Every word a heavy weight--- every rhyme we detonate New York state of mind---watch the Empire State
We on a mission---ain't no intermission, snap back Murals on the walls--- street art on the subway track Ambition in the air, we the kings--- claim the throne Spittin' bars like bullets--- in this zone--- we at home
Icons of the asphalt--- legends in the flesh Droppin' beats so heavy--it’s poundin' in your chest From the 5 boroughs, anthems——- on full blast Queens to the Bronx-- Brooklyn —-movin' fast Elevate the hustle---the spirit never cracks Struggle in the verses —-resilience in the—— tracks

UNTAPPED feat. IPG1

Written, produced and performed by Enijs Maiks
Elektrikana Rekordz, 2024

April (2024) ER TK-224

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 **

"There is initiative required to pursue a relationship with a woman or a musical instrument; how often they are alike in their demands ... Ultimately, we are destined for forced labor where no thinking is required" (words of David Dunham, taken by his comment here below). Is artistic imagination destined to disappear, and will humanity indulge in total creative laziness (in music, art, literature), delegating to artificial intelligence the fulfilment of needs that have contributed to human progress? 

Lyrics: Mick Hansan
Music: AI

When I started going to school
I wondered why it was necessary to waste my time
days locked in a classroom listening to
of history mathematics physics, it was a crime

Then I finally got my high school diploma
I got the most with the least effort
I cheated the teachers with great serenity
luckily I wasn't forced to enrol at university

Of course, it was time to work
I didn't know how to do anything.
I worked at McDonald's, at Amazon, at Burger King
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
never having anything to will

I got married to a good woman
all house, church, shopping, baloney
Being from a good family
there was no shortage of money

We didn't have children, I didn't want them
It would have been too much work to bring them up
Besides, she chose in her spare time finally
working for free as a baby sitter in other families

I kept on doing my daily job
I didn't know how to do anything.
I worked at McDonald's, at Amazon, at Burger King
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
never having anything to will

One day my wife asked me for a divorce
I'm sure she didn't have another man
All she said to me was: ‘I'm not your watchman
and it's time to take an holiday from you.
A very long holiday: until I die, or you’

Deep down I didn't even mind
it was better to have an empty house
where I could safely indulge in idleness
without anyone pointing it out to me
renouncing any form of activeness

On the other hand I kept working
even though I didn't know how to do anything.
I worked at McDonald's, at Amazon, at Burger King
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
never having anything to will

One day I thought: why not learn to play the piano?
It takes time and effort, maybe is better the ping pong
The guitar? And to do what, 
sing a Frank Sinatra's old and awful song?

But a night while yawning I'm surfing the net
I read about these new programmes, I read about AI
they say that this is quite a little something
without be a hard set
what a beautiful perspective, so eye-catching!
you could write songs 
without even knowing how to do it
make everyone listen to all them 
while you sit in your armchair

That was it, now I ride the wave
I signed up on different platforms
I don't have to use my name
I'm me but I'm not me

I produce several songs a day
have thousands of followers 
they are the flies, 
and I am the spider

I can't play anything
I can't sing
I have not to write what I think
but I became a successful songwriter

they are the flies, and I am the spider
I can't play anything
I can't sing
I have not to write what I think
but I'm a successful songwriter
they are the flies, and I am the spider

And if my wife had not already 
asked for and obtained the divorce
I would have done it by now

2. A talented man [lyrics in the description area]

Take You Out

KRAE- 'WATER' - (KENNA-RAE PRODUCTION)

experiment song

Cosmo Light, Shine in My Soul (5)

to work:

That thy foot may be dipped in the blood of thine enemies, and the tongue of thy dogs in the same.

Perro Verde

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