Your Heart

bumped up 35% in speed / 33.3 to 45rpm
speedbump album on bandcamp soon (free)
all music and stuffs by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman, pretzels malone)

lofi nuclear war to relax and study to

Lullaby

For me, Rabbit on the Rooftop is more than just a song; it’s a chapter of life, an invitation to lift your gaze from routine and venture beyond imposed limits. This song is inspired by all the dreams and risks I’ve taken in life, by the freedom I feel when I’m in Italy, or when I lose myself in the chords of a jazz concert.

I’ve learned that life isn’t just about achieving success or stability; it’s about those moments when you listen to your heart and follow those wild impulses. The rabbit in the story is a part of me – that brave part that keeps dreaming and trying, even when it knows it might not reach the desired destination. This song is for everyone who still has a dream to chase, even if life’s paths have taken them elsewhere.

The jazz and folk in this song come from my love for freedom and spontaneity, the same things that draw me to live music and Italian culture every time. I’ve been playing piano since I was little, and I love to write down my thoughts, and, in a way, Rabbit on the Rooftop gathers everything I’ve lived: the unfulfilled love for Alessandro, the nights in Italy, and the smiles of the customers in my restaurant.

In the end, this song is an invitation: Hop little rabbit, don’t you ever stop. Get up and run after your dreams, even if everyone else tells you you’re crazy. Every step is a chapter in your story. I hope that, through this song, I can remind you that life is more than just a road... it’s an adventure.

Rabbit On The Rooftop

A jazz study in -plets that doubles as a bleak wide-angle shot of the artificial ways we humans divide ourselves.

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Divisions

Hurlevent, une histoire peu ordinaire, ou s'entremêlent l'enfance, l'amour, et les vents de terre, dans une région âpre comme les sentiments..
Paroles:
Quand elle était une enfant,
Elle rêvait prince charmant,
Heathcliff était si troublant,
Dans les Hauts de Hurlevent.
Quand elle était petite fille,
Si lointaine et si fragile,
Elle rêvait de doux matins,
Elle rêvait de beaux chemins.
Mais le temps jauni les feuilles,
Que l'automne mit sur sa route,
Marguerites que l'on effeuille,
Une à une, pétales du doute, du doute.


Hurlevent c'était hier,
Hurlevent, c'était naguère,
Une histoire peu ordinaire,
D'enfance et de vent de terre.
Sur les collines balayées, 
Par les vents du nord glacés,
une histoire à tout jamais,
Hurlevent dans le passé.

Aujourd'hui elle est si grande,
Qu'elle semble ne rien attendre.
Et pourtant quand la nuit tombe,
Lui revient comme une bombe.
Heathcliff c'était ses quinze ans,
Au plus haut  de hurlevent,
Alors elle ferme les yeux,
Et son coeur se serre un peu, un peu.

Hurlevent c'était hier,
Hurlevent, c'était naguère,
Une histoire peu ordinaire,
D'enfance et de vent de terre.
Sur les collines balayées, 
Par les vents du nord glacés,
une histoire à tout jamais,
Hurlevent dans le passé.

Hurlevent c'était un jour,
Hurlevent c'était un jour,
Hurlevent c'était toujours.

Christian PERUTI - auteur, compositeur, interprète

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Hurlevent

Mix/Master: Mcallisterstudios

LYRIC
You don’t have to know why, why, why
You can just go and cry, cry cry
To your mother and sigh, sigh, sigh
Life isn’t fair

You (contributed) blood and sweat
Took out cash to place a safe bet
A pile of nothing is all you get
Life isn’t fair

The wheel of fortune rolls through
Across all your dreams
If circumstance controls you
Don’t cry at the loss of your dreams

We can offer a second chance
You just have to pay in advance
If your wallet’s in your other pants, well
Those are the breaks
We all make mistakes
I've no wisdom to spare
But this much I’ll share
Life isn’t fair

The winners all got lucky
You tell yourself that still
Well what you’re calling lucky
Might well be
The greatest skill

You can give one more try, try try
Tape some wings on and fly, fly fly
Then you fall from the sky sky sky
Well say hi for us
To Icarus 
Time to face facts
You chose wings made of wax
Why do you think they call it a dare?
Life isn’t fair

Life Isn't Fair

Bro Bro (prod. mcflurryrap)

Dit Is My Reg

Wedding Day

inspired by the gentle, dreamy mood of Amelie,capturing that quit spark of longing and imagination.

Almost Yours

I'm a musician and producer influenced by various musical styles. My music is shaped by the imaginary worlds in my mind, which I transform into sound.

Almost Yours

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