An original song dedicated to my parents. I grew up in a small town in the Allegheny mountains of western Pennsylvania. This tune is a remixed version of the original.

Lyrics:

Sam and Rose, from the Allegheny Mountains
Their love was as deep as the river streams
Lived In the old red house on George Street
With their three sons they dreamed

Through the seasons, they weathered the years
Their bond unbreakable, crystal clear
In the quiet of the night, under starlit skies
Until the end their love shined bright

Mountain love, strong and true
In the heart of those two
Through the storms and the rain
Their love in eternity remains

In the western hills of Pennsylvania
Their love was like a melody
Sung by the wind and the trees
Together forever and free

Mom and Dad, in the big old red house
Their love a beacon in the night
In the Allegheny Mountains of Pennsylvania
Their story of eternal love forever bright

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk Copyright 2024
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea 2025
Image: Copilot

Sam and Rose

Ruby

Another try at a more electronic vibe for this month’s song. I’ve actually mixed this one with headphones in mind. If you get a chance to listen in this way you might hear more of the more subtle effects I’ve worked into the song. I’m trying something different here from the last few songs so I always welcome  your feedback on how successful I’ve been. 

Hooked

Lyrics:

I was king of the world, walked the land so free
Mountains bowed to me, no danger to see
But I felt the winds change, heard the sky break wide
A fireball’s coming, there’s nowhere to hide

The ground shakes beneath my feet
The air's grown stale, yet bittersweet
And I can see the end, it’s written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

I called the comet just a spark
A flicker meant to light the dark
I said that God would let us be
That fire was never meant for me
We crowned the beast and closed one eye
Then dared the world to split the sky
But soon the leopards bare their teeth
And tear the lies from underneath

We carved our thrones from wax and pride
Then struck the sparks we couldn’t hide
Laughed at crows that lined the wires
Mocked the smoke before the fires

The fireball splits the skies
To advertise my lies
are just maggots and flies

Now I see the end 
is written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

First came silence, fear and dread
The world shuddered and mourned the dead
Crows took flight with silver cries
To peck the rot and eat the flies

Then came the dawn, with truth ablaze
Children yelled through smoke and haze
Science grew roots, the wise made rain
And broke the world out from my chain

They scrawled my name on walls of shame
Unmasked the lies that fed my name
My echo burned, my shadow banned
No idols left, no thieving hand

I fed the lies until they screamed
I kiss the storm I make-believed
The old wax throne, just melt and bone
Ground to dust by minds full grown

The fireballs coming
I made it so
Truth is not a democratic show
It is a force of nature though
It doesn’t ask
It only shows

Fireball

This is a piano piece with cello arrangements. A peaceful look into nostalgia and memories, composed from the wonderful island of Mallorca. Greetings to all of you who have been following me for years. 

Where we used to be

Paroliers : Lucien Morisse - André Michel Charles Salvet
Musique : Jacques Dutronc \ ASCAP : 884349551
Label : Disques Vogue
Sortie : 1962

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English translation below the French

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Hommage à Françoise Hardy disparue le 11 juin 2024
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Je fais honneur à la chanson française et aussi aux Followers "Français" 😊

Petite parenthèse : Je suis d'origine Vietnamienne, née au Laos 
où j'ai vécu pendant 10 ans étant petite.
Je vis en France depuis un certain temps et un temps certain...
Et mes goûts musicaux sont anglo-saxons. (Compliqué !... 😩)

Je suis navrée de ne pas faire beaucoup de reprises de chansons françaises...
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Cette chanson était connue dans le monde, même au Laos. 😁
(Le Laos faisait parti de l'Indochine Française)

Il y avait même une version italienne "L'Età Dell'amore"

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Tribute to Françoise Hardy, who passed away on June 11, 2024

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I honor French music and also my “French” followers 😊

A little aside: I am of Vietnamese origin, born in Laos 
where I lived for 10 years as a child.
I have been living in France for quite some time now...
And my musical tastes are Anglo-Saxon. (Complicated!... 😩)

I'm sorry I don't do many French covers...
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This song was known around the world, even in Laos. 😁
(Laos was part of French Indochina)

There was even an Italian version, “L'Età Dell'amore.”
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Vocal : Anh
Arrangement (Yamaha PSR-SX900) : Phong
Recorded : July 24, 2025
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Le Temps De L'Amour - Cover (Françoise Hardy)

Atmosphere

Torbjørn: vocal, instrumental and vocal composition https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv
Oddrun: vocal and vocal composition
Mastering: Njål Frode Lie
Poem: William Blake
"Ah! Sun-flower" is a poem by William Blake, published in his collection Songs of Experience in 1794. The poem explores themes of longing, weariness, and the human desire for something beyond earthly existence, using the sunflower as a symbol. 

A big thank you to you Torbjørn, what a great joy to sing this beautiful poem.

Poem: William Blake

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.

Ah! Sun-flower. Torbjørn Vagle. Oddrun Eikli

Opus84

Fountains of Joy

Solo Piano.  Created in Real-Time LIVE at St. Wenceslaus Church, St. Loujis MO.

Photo provided by Greg Carr, my brother.

Year of Music: September 5, 2025

 My musical background is varied. I started studies in music theory and violin at the age of 8. At the age of eleven, I started with  guitar. I 'm a self-taught guitarist. One year later I started in  a school to study harmony and modern piano for six years. In 2006 I moved to Madrid to study visual production and sound.

I'm part of several bands which plays different styles: Rock, pop, heavy ...

My favourite music style  is classical music and rock. I do not think that both worlds need to be exclusionary.

My musical instrument is the piano. I spend my time playing it with complete devotion.

Some samples that can be heard on SoundCloud serve to show the variety that I can cover. I give special priority to  symphonic samples.

Where we used to be

Nacho Sistal Composer