pompeii (lovely piano)

missing words 10.3.25

New Age Improvisation with the Nord Wave 2.  

Mont Blanc

All instruments, drums programming, production and Mix : Al' Z (https://soundcloud.com/al-zheimer-un-autre-jour)
Lyrics & vocals : Livra LB
Picture: free adaptation of Cristiano Suarez's poster
#EleNão #FreeLula #FreeBolivia #FuckFascism #FreeChile #PowertothePeople #AmericaLibre

(Lyrics)

Dark Side Of The Clown

stupid minds club
presents new show 
dark side of the clown
evil wants more
millions of idiots
paid to see
the pure justice
raped by the beast

spell is done
distorting one by one
like Dio said
the Sun is going black
but what does it matter
in the reign of blindness?
brain sucking process
in the develish way to success

The Dark Side of The Clown (All'Z Collab)

Holly Golightly
If I could make a deal with God, thats perfect. 
Although hes quite an awkward sod its worth it. Cos her eyes are full of multicoloured promises (though the boys all know the truth).
Holly Golightly, as good as she needs to be. Ever so slightly took my heart & very discreetly embedded her hooks in me. Ever so sweetly she goes on & on.
Far away is far enough..its tragic.Shes just a girl who can`t say yes..fantastic! And her songs are filled with nicely crafted metaphors but that still don`t make them true.
HG, its love as its meant to be. Call it unsightly but its ours. To paraphrase Gandhi  "where there is love we`ll be" which is all very handy but its hard.
She says that "ornamental pearls look good on fake & plastic girls" and though its just a joke she still believes it.
Holly Golightly its love as its meant to be etc etc.
Written by Chris Underwood. Copywrighted. 
Thomas Brekling-Lead guitar & percussion.
Aske Jacoby -Bass
Chris Underwood -Guitars, Bass overdubs, Piano,Synth, Yamaha organ,Vocals & Backing vocals
Produced by Thomas Brekling at Granny Studios & by Chris Underwood at home in Northern Denmark. 

Holly Golightly

Ce moment délicieux qui suspend le temps... un slow avec la personne espérée.
Une collaboration avec Tom Régnier déjà publiée,  mais que j'ai souhaité Remixer  ( une version avec l'orchestration + présente )  Merci à Tom pour sa confiance  @tom-r-gnier
Tom Régnier ( composition et interprétation piano solo )
Pascal Basso ( arrangements, orchestration, mixage )                                       This delicious moment that suspends time ... a slow with the person you hope.
A collaboration with Tom Régnier already published, but which I wanted to Remix (a version with orchestration + present) Thank you to Tom for his trust @ tom-r-gnier
Tom Régnier (composition and solo piano interpretation)
Pascal Basso (arrangements, orchestration, mixing)

Letting Go 🎈 ( Tom Régnier .  prod pb  Remix )

a lonely archaeologist leaves the hotel in Cairo and goes out to the dig alone in the middle of the night. 
he stumbles and falls into the pit disturbing some ancient hallucinogenic spores which he promptly inhales and before he can pick himself up he is face to face with the image of a goddess on a broken urn and falls madly in love and repeats the same verse to himself until he is awakened to the worst sun burn and hangover ever.

very big thanks to my friend nic for all the vocal work he did. please check him out:
https://soundcloud.com/nic_nic_nic
also check out our project with more friends:
https://soundcloud.com/user-248282456

Morningstar - Featuring nic

Trummor & Gitarr Jens-Joel Evaldson
Gitarr & Bas Magnus Lödberg

Honungskruka

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

'Microcosms Of The Macrocosm' is straight ahead Jazz Fusion track....

Dancing Forests and Singing Sands

Microcosms Of The Macrocosm

Old tune from 2014. Wrote it while driving 6000 miles alone across the country, taking time lapse photos of the milky way and some landscapes in the day while living out of a tent. A whiskey and guitar were always in hand.


Whole Wild World

I've been beat up
I've been bruised
Wasn't born to lose
I've been on the run for way too long

I need a partner in crime
Someone to keep me in line
A beautiful muse for my next song

--Harmonica

Maybe I'll find her in the mountains
Where the water flows free
Wonder if she's even ready for me
With my guitar by my side
And a bottle of rye
What's the future supposed to be?

--Chorus
I will search around this whole wild world for you

I've spent most of my years defeated in love
I've failed too many times to speak of
It's just so hard to forget
I don't have one regret
This emptiness fits my soul like a glove

--Chorus x 2
--Harmonic again!
--Chorus x 2

Wander

Whole Wild World

Hello .  Thank you for your visit . I'm just a modest amateur.  Trying to do emotional music.  Sometimes personal compositions and I also like doing instrumental arrangements and mixing-mastering for collaborations.  Always with heart. Without Ai here for posts (except for some reposts) Hope enjoy your listening.   Pascal :)