Impros on FIVE STRINGS

Newly remastered Darkness
You're such a goody two shoes - don't smoke you don't drink booze - sometimes i wonder - how i hooked up with you - you never let your hair down - hardly ever come around - is it that you think your just too good for me.
I'm starting to think can't handle the pressure got a My Little Pony on your dresser for Christ's sake - still believe in elves and Santa Claus - wonder what's really in those dresser drawers -  every time i walk in i have to pause waiting for the moment you take out your claws I'll never believe your really this nice - accepted a man that's cold as ice.
I can see your bright eyes shining through my window i can see your kindness your tranquility - I'm thrown off by your good deeds you'll never suit my needs i just need some darkness you're way too bright for me
Your so conceited when you show the goodness in you and every time i falter you throw it in my face - I'm such a disappointment yet you still come back for more - in spite of all your sweetness your really a disgrace - 
I'm starting to think that i should run this relationship just isn't fun for me no more - still believe in hugs and holding hands you're so blind that's not who i am - may have been back then who i was - used to hit you up all the time just because but that type of shit's all in the past - you can shove your righteousness up your ass
I can see your bright eyes shining through my window i can see your kindness your tranquility - I'm thrown off by your good deeds you'll never suit my needs i just need some darkness you're way too bright for me
I'm starting to think the roof's caving in  I used to believe I was one with the one who made me sin - truth is i really don't care could really give a shit if you're elsewhere darkness has a hold on me open up my arms and welcome him in even if I'm damned for eternity - i don't give a fuck you're too bright for me 
Chorus

20 years in the making

The Darkness

The Storm

I keep looking back – for that one thing – that used to make me smile – non-existent – if only for a while – I could find that smile again
Keep Pumping through the files in my Vortex – realized that smile – was a reflex – was anything worthwhile - or was my time spent here in vain.
Chorus
If you’re looking for me - I’ll be gone and - sorry that I didn’t give good warning but I was in a rush to get out of this place– don’t think ill ever see another morning – baby dry eyes and live on my love I’m gone – you’re gonna make it through this storm……..
When there just aint nobody calling – not listening – nor even paying attention – what’s the fucking point – Why do we hold on
There’s no need to catch me while I’m falling – it’s already written in his story – aint no turning back – I must be moving on……
Chorus
If you’re looking for me - I’ll be gone and - sorry that I didn’t give good warning but I was in a rush to get out of this place– don’t think ill ever see another morning – baby dry your eyes and live on my love I’m gone – you’re gonna make it through this storm……..
Though I’m no longer here babe I see you – I’ve never loved you more so I freed you – I'm right here by your side – You’re going to make it through this storm
Chorus
If you’re looking for me - I’ll be gone and - sorry that I didn’t give good warning but I was in a rush to get out of this place– don’t think ill ever see another morning –  Baby dry your eyes and live on my love I’m gone – you’re gonna make it through this storm……..

Eric Festa's Album

The Storm

25 years we’re out on the town-and we live it on up to forget our frowns-but as the night rolls in it seems even more upside down-And we drink to forget the day ahead- as demons still dance around our bed-though tonight we’ll sleep well I’d rather be inside you instead – “My friend” 
My attention is drawn to the shadow on the wall-and he’s laughing at me-but I see through it all and baby it’s not that bad so what the fuck are we doing?
And ooooohhhhhhhh I’m inside of you again my Friend and ooooooohhhhhhh I can’t feel where I begin and you end 
I search the corners of time I pull the puzzle apart so I can piece back together the hole in my heart I thought that right from the start I was your everything
You walk away from it all think your way too good – as I fumble about with this semi-wood – and I know in the end that this ain’t just a white man’s hood
And ooo  oohhhhhhhh I’m inside of you again my Friend and ooooooohhhhhhh I can’t feel where I begin and you end 
It’s 1Am and we’re still at the club what are we searching for all we need is love or is that just something someone coined one time – But hey look in my eye if you need something else and  I will oblige cause 
  I’m throbbing inside and baby if it’s over till that fat lady sings oh oh – let me apologize in advance – I requested our song if you want to dance cause come morning my love the two of us wont’ remember my friend
And ooooohhhhhhhh I’m in love with you “my Friend” and ooooooohhhhhhh I can’t feel where I begin and you end

"Inside of you" Acoustic

"Paroles, Paroles " is a wonderful song which became very popular in the early seventies after DALIDA and Alain DELON  have published their version.
It was also my first song which I performed on the guitar in my life. 
It is for me a very sentimental moment to present this recording now, many years later...
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(I tried to sing with Dalida´s French accent)
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More words,  always words, the same words
Just words, easy words, fragile words,
 It was too beautiful, 
 Well to beautiful,
But the time of dreams is over
Memories also fade when we forget them....

Caramels, candies and chocolates.
Thank you, not for me,
But you may as well offer them to another,
Who loves the wind and the perfume of roses,
For me, tender words covered with softness,
Posed over my mouth, but never over my heart.

Words, words, words.
Words, words, words.
Words, words, words.
Words, words, words, words, words,
Still words that you sow in the wind.

Still words, always words,
The same words.
Magical words, tactical words,
Which sound false
Yes, so false
If you knew how much I wanted,
A little bit of silence.

Caramels, candies and chocolates.
Thank you, not for me,
But you may as well offer them to another,
Who loves the stars over the dunes,
For me, tender words covered with softness,
Posed over my mouth, but never over my heart.

Words, words, .....

Paroles, Paroles (with English lyrics translation ), comp. by G.Ferrio,LChiosso, G.Del Re

Epave en cuisine - Version 1.0 (2018)
Debout dans la cuisine par un jour de pluie - Fin été 2018
Impro sur 4 cordes

(Audio .ogg qualité smartphone)

Wrecks

Wreck Beginnings Like Ends

And oh, life goes way too fast - I look to the past and all i see is you
and you were my shining star - better than the last - I better watch my breath
its fading fast - I know that you are here but you seem to disappear in all of my despair - I die again
I have to face the truth - that everything I am I am because of you
and you I know you feel it too cause everything that we've become we've never come undone
And oh this alcohol is killing me - sometimes i drink so much I cannot see - and you never bat an eye - stand by my side - no matter how rocky the ride 
and oh --- I know that your are here but you seem to disappear in all of my despair - I die again 
and I have to face the truth - that everything I am I am because of you - and you I know you feel it tooo- cause everything that we've become we've never come undone
remembering  when life was oh so simple back in the days
now I spend all my nights looking down at your grave 
its oh so dark and desolate this hell blowing in my face
I need you to have my back just one more time
and oh I know that you are not here but you seem to reappear in all of my despair I die again
and I have to face the truth that every thing I am I am because of you

Because of you (I die again)

Rien d'extravagant. Juste joué en 2018 sur une guitare 5 cordes (6 dont il en manque 1), debout dans la cuisine par un jour de pluie avant de sortir... puis retouché un tantinet sur Audacity en 2023, c'est à dire hier. A la recherche du son imparfait qui nous plaît.

Et comme on aime l'aventure on le rejouera si possible en mieux à la 6 cordes tantôt pour faire la version qu'on espère finale ou proche de la finalité. D'où la version II-III ici.

Mini-Wreck en Ré inachevé II-III (Impro 2018 feat 2023)

Piece de facture classique destinée a devenir bande son.

The Last Scene

Years have passed and I will never forget my one regret. A friend of mine jumped off of the Tobin Bridge in Boston because of the pressure his family put on him to send money back to them in his native country - They should all be crucified. This is my recollection. I should have been there for him that day - instead I was looking to be seen "AGAIN" - always craved attention... Full lyrics below
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who was I to you guess I was just a ghost reached out to everyone and played the clown but it turned out you needed me the most I wish i never ever let you down - but I was just a kid and i was oh so blind blinded by the selfishness that swallowed up my time craving the attention I missed out on as a child and made you feel alone that day in your darkest hour please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't do.
Was in the lunchroom making a cup of Joe - when you walked in trying to compose yourself - I felt like there was something I should know - but i bit my tongue cause I didn't want to pry - saw it in your eyes you were alone but carried on as if I didn't care truth was I was having a bad day consumed with all the problems of my own - but I was just a kid and I was oh so blind blinded by the selfishness that swallowed up my time craving the attention I missed out on as a child and made you feel alone that day in your darkest hour please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't do.
The next morning state police had questioned me they said that you had jumped the night before and even though they placed no blame on me - my aura showed that I was ugly
but I was just a kid and I was oh so blind blinded by the selfishness that swallowed up my time craving the attention I missed out on as a child and made you feel alone that day in your darkest hour please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't do.
please forgive me cause I cant forgive myself so many days go by when I wish I was someone else I was just a kid wasn't there for you I know it wasn't what I did it was what I didn't d----

One regret (for Diego)

This music illustrates the introduction of a film set in a dystopian universe

Twilight

I sit on your doorstep - waiting for you to come down - i know that you are up there trying to turn your world around - As you put on your make-up you think about our breakup and how its affected you but still you're okay - and I put on my make-up and think about this breakup and i am surely not okay with what it's been doing to me - then you walk out you doorway yeah and I am waiting right there - your agenda is cold shoulder and the night just keeps getting colder and colder - then you you just graze right by me yeah - guess I'm a ghost from your past - what was it that changed you - am i - am i the one who changed you - should i wait for you to come home - no my friends would call me a creep - but I would own that label - if you would just talk to me - wish I could come upstairs made a mix tape of all the songs you love we can listen by the fireplace that's all that's all I've been dreaming of - I guess that I'm just getting old - and all the things that meant so much to us - have vanished in a cloud of dust - woman  woman who can we trust - then you walk out your doorway yeah I am waiting right there your agenda is cold shoulder and the night just keep getting colder and colder - I pass by your doorstep yeah everyday on my way to work and even though you haven't lived there for years i still see your face - was creeping on your Instagram - got a family and I'm still who I am I'm lost without your tenderness oh woman I'm so lost

Doorstep-

Sound Of Silence cover

L'Icare originel version contemporaine de la fin qui s'approche à pas de géants au dessus des foules fourmilières.

Ne sera jamais à la hauteur des sons qui s'entendent ici comme ailleurs. Fait seulement et de justesse sa petite musique dans un coin, l'antre solitaire loin de tout ce qui s'entend de loin, avec les minuscules moyens ridicules du bord.

De l'ancien revisité, du nouveau qui balbutie, beaucoup de temps passé à (re)produire autrement du peu qui passe inaperçu. Tant pis, n'est pas Mozart tout quidam qui respire.

On espère juste des oreilles et des sons en accointances, en proche syntonie, se lover à distance, se bercer d'un même univers ou proche, se donner la douce illusion de ne plus être seul au monde avec notre sensibilité qui se veut personnelle et l'art qui sauve du pire, si modeste soit-il... 

Bienvenue si tu te reconnais.

Tentative de réactualisation (arrangements, mixs, versions) de mes anciennes (compos, impros, reprises) via Tuxguitar remixé sur Audacity ou enregistrements guitare seule (1, 2, 3 pistes)si possibilité ou temps disponible.

Emmuré dans la réclusion ermite d'une allergie croissante de l'humanité irrespirable... liberté si chère tombée dans l'oubli... caillou futile (au bord du chemin et pour peu dans le ravin). L'art comme bouée.

Explication (pour les rares qui me retrouveraient au terme d'un long périple de silences entrecoupés de musique et vis versa) :

Emporté par les nombreux passages à vides qui se disputent mon trône comme un trophée, tantôt gouffres, tantôt paniques et urgences, tantôt bras baissés, explosions atomiques, dérives désolantes... et autres joyeusetés du même acabit, depuis ma présence aléatoire sur le précieux réseau (2012) de l'anonymat nombreux et des partages pas évidents avec les moyens du bord, via X comptes abandonnés ne sachant quasi que se copier-coller les uns les autres :

Je tente ici, comme un adieu au monde, une synthèse ou réactualisation de bafouilles musicales, selon le temps libéré, les galères imposées par le quotidien qui se veut de moins en moins aisé ou commode ou disposé... muraille gorgée d'urgences à traverser, dans quoi il faudra creuser des ouvertures infimes pour respirer... donc musique, vaille que vaille !

Poussière de graviers dans l'univers immense des montagnes. Etroit sentier broussailleux dans l'infini splendide. Et tant de talents inouïs à découvrir tout autour ! Peu en appétit de glorieux, plutôt l'intime, l'infime, le profond ou l'inédit sans feux d'artifices et le passant inaperçu qui a du soi à faire sentir et fait vibrer quelque chose en moi : nos cordes sensibles, un diapason à portée.

Keellian

''Petit'' Post-Scriptum technique :

Ma technologie en cours ne permettant pas de poster de l'audio HQ, je ferai le possible avec ce que je sais faire, le peu qu'on peut. Musicien pas technicien.

Merci pour l'écoute, likée ou zapée, vite oubliée dans ce qui nous divise ou imprimée dans ce qui nous rapproche, votre passage rare ou fréquent, nos échanges fructueux ou infertiles. La bienveillance sincère, l'oreille à l'écoute qui fait avancer la musique en soi dans la jungle où se noyer est plus aisé que se démarquer et ne se démarque pas toujours le plus beau, parfois le plus maitrisé, original, encouragé. Cet autre admirable assurément admiré.

Ma fenêtre cherche l'air qui se respire du dedans parce que dehors l'asphyxie partout encercle l'espace clos.

Bavard ici car plus rien à dire en musique. Mes notes parlent sans mots. Des discours entiers a entendre à l'intérieur. Ecoutez... si le coeur vous en dit.

No beats here, no high symphonie, no perfect track, nothing to sell, nothing to buy. Listen & play enjoy !

Thanks a lot
Merci

Ex poète guitariste en chambre nylon nicourt Compos Impros & Tuxguitar 2001 > 2012 > 2021

Mini-Wreck en Ré inachevé II-III (Impro 2018 feat 2023)

My name is Keellian

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