[Verse]
Silent roads we tread
In this quiet town
Whispers rise then softly drown
Fallen leaves on stone
We trace shadows here
We trace shadows here

Stars fade, they guide
Paths we used to roam
(We trace shadows here)
Still echoes (trace shadows here)
from our soft unknowns
Time forgets us slow
We are stories told
We are stories told

[Chorus]
(Yet) we hold on
In this fragile night
There's still a spark inside
Still a spark inside

[Bridge]
Tiny spark in endless time, 
awake and come alive,
Through the chaos, stars align, 
you're meant to rise and shine.

[Verse]
Awake in shadows' gentle sway
We walk these roads, fade into gray
Yet still a note, so faint, survives
In the emptiness, hope revives

[Chorus]
(Yet) we hold on
In this fragile night
There's still a spark inside
Still a spark inside

[Outro]
Time may drift and seasons fade, 
but one truth still survives,
The moments shared with you 
were the best of all my life.

Still A Spark Inside [Edit]

Opera voices on a disco/house atmosphere. Let's move

01-Tomorrow_the_cliff-Part1

From the forthcoming album Endorfinika Splendara, slated for a 2025 release.

Words & music by d.iorio. Recorded, mixed, performed and produced by d.iorio. All rights reserved 2025

endorfinika splendara

gush

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
In the shadow of the plains, a young heart was torn. 
From a wagon's embrace, to where legends are born.  
The Comanche swept her into their wild, open arms. 
Where the spirit of freedom breathes in ancient charms.

[Chorus 1]
Beneath the endless tapestry of stars and dreams.
She wove her soul into the river's streams.  
With a fire that danced in the night’s quiet grace.
She found her truth in this untamed space.

[Verse 2]
Years like whispers passed through the sage and stone. 
Her laughter mingled with the coyote's lone.  
Bareback she rode, with the wind as her guide.
In the land where the buffalo and eagles reside.

[Chorus 2]  
In the symphony of crickets and the wolves' mournful cries.  
She painted her future in the vast, open skies.  
With the Comanche's heartbeat echoing strong. 
She rewrote her story, where she belonged.

[Bridge]
In moonlit circles of dance and song.  
She found a place where she could truly belong.  
A life of two worlds, yet one heart complete.
A pioneer girl with a spirit replete.

[Verse 3] 
Seasons turned like the pages of an unspoken tale.
Her spirit soared on the wings of the gale.  
In every sunset’s glow, her heart would confide.
This is my home, where the wild ones abide.

[Outro]
Amid the whispers of the prairie’s gentle sigh.
She carved her name in the endless sky. 
With the Comanche fire as her eternal guide.
She danced with the stars, where her dreams reside.

Wild Child

Bruno Sanfilippo's new piano piece, Luke & Sila, conveys a gentle melancholy, wrapped in warm, heartfelt tones that evoke serenity and genuine emotion. This intimate neoclassical composition, part of an EP album, invites listeners on a reflective journey. Released under the ad21 label.

Refugio de Luz

Luke & Sila

Listen

1053 — Piano

[Spoken Intro – Talk]
“When I was just a young child, my daddy gave me a teddy bear.
And he said:
‘Hold him tight in the night…
Love him.
And that teddy – he’ll give you back the love and care you need…
For all your life.’”

[Verse 1 – Barndom]
When I was little, scared at night
I held you close and squeezed you tight
You chased the monsters from my bed
You were the voice inside my head

[Verse 2 – Tonår / ung vuxen]
Through growing pains and teenage fights
I’d talk to you on sleepless nights
When no one else would understand
You were there to hold my hand

[Chorus]
If you can’t sleep and feel some fear
Just take me close, I’m your Teddie Bear
If you feel anger or life’s unfair
Just hold me tight, I’m your Teddie Bear
Outside it’s cold, and the world won’t care
But I’ll be near, I’m always there
Yes, I’m your Teddie Bear

[Verse 3 – Vuxen och ensam]
Now I’m grown, the world’s gone fast
But memories like you still last
In quiet rooms or crowded days
You calm my mind in quiet ways

[Verse 4 – Ålderdom / livets slut]
And when I'm old and dreams are few
And I don’t know what’s false or true
You’ll still be there, my comfort near
A little hand to calm my fear

[Bridge]
When I must cross to the other side
And shadows fall, and stars won’t guide
Don’t be afraid, I’ll meet you there
With open arms, your Teddie Bear

[Final Chorus – soft and heartfelt]
If you can’t sleep and feel some fear
Just take me close, I’m your Teddie Bear
Through every storm, through every tear
I’ll still be here… your Teddie Bear

Teddie Bear

Deux (2008)

Oh! Mine would bleed just
to prove they were human.
Mine would bleed just
to prove they were human.
And they'd succeed
at making sense all the time.
They'd easily succeed
at making sense all the time.

*

She'd make things happen-
miraculous things,
.....marvels of the mind.
They'd inspire the choir
inside me to
.....burst out into song.
She'd make things happen-
miraculous things,
.....marvels of the mind.
They'd inspire the choir
inside me to
.....burst out into song.

*

Oh!  She's so long gone
.....and I am
getting things wrong again.
Everybody needs
a wise person in their life.
Everybody needs
a wise person in their life.

*

Were you never told?
Wisdom is worth
.....a thousand times
..........more than gold.
And gold will never love you.
Gold will never love you.
Were you never told?
Wisdom is worth
.....a thousand times
..........more than gold.
And gold will never love you.
Gold will never love you.
Everybody needs
a wise person in their life.
Everybody needs
a wise person in their life.

*

OH!
.....Gloria.
I've prayed every day
.....that you made it to
..........your glorious country
The story is
.....you finally found
your glory on higher ground.
Is it so selfish of me to wish
.....you were here.
I really miss
.....having you around.
OH!
.....Gloria.
I've prayed every day
.....that you made it to
..........your glorious country
The story is
.....you finally found
your glory on higher ground.
Is it so selfish of me to wish
.....you were here.
I really miss
.....having you around.

*

Oh! Mine would bleed just
to prove they were human.
Mine would bleed just
to prove they were human.
And they'd succeed
at making sense all the time.
They'd easily succeed
at making sense all the time.

*

She'd make things happen-
miraculous things,
.....marvels of the mind.
They'd inspire the choir
inside me to
.....burst out into song.
She'd make things happen-
miraculous things,
.....marvels of the mind.
They'd inspire the choir
inside me to
.....burst out into song.

*

Oh!  She's so long gone
.....and I am
getting things wrong again.
Everybody needs
a wise person in their life.
Everybody needs
a wise person in their life.

*

Were you never told?
Wisdom is worth
.....a thousand times
..........more than gold.
And gold will never love you.
Gold will never love you.
Were you never told?
Wisdom is worth
.....a thousand times
..........more than gold.
And gold will never love you.
Gold will never love you.
Everybody needs
a wise person in their life.
Everybody needs
a wise person in their life.

*

OH!
.....Gloria.
I've prayed every day
.....that you made it to
..........your glorious country
The story is
.....you finally found
your glory on higher ground.
Is it so selfish of me to wish
.....you were here.
I really miss
.....having you around.
OH!
.....Gloria.
I've prayed every day
.....that you made it to
..........your glorious country
The story is
.....you finally found
your glory on higher ground.
Is it so selfish of me to wish
.....you were here.
I really miss
.....having you around.

GLORIA

Buy the full EP on Bandcamp : https://funkon.bandcamp.com/album/paris-funkcity

With Paris Funkcity, Nemo delivers his take on the Parisian scene: a groovy, zesty, funk-infused house sound shaped on the capital’s club dancefloors. This EP distills the energy of late-night sessions and the magic of those first morning hours, when music makes us lose all sense of time.

@nemo_2deep4real

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Paris Funkcity

Snow House

My creative process is based on recording my environment, capturing sounds from the streets, bars, restaurants, or concerts... Anonymous recordings, stolen from the world around me. Nothing original, often very mundane sounds: children playing, birds singing, bells ringing... 

From this base and my guitar, I try to make each track to live like a short film. Whether it is a tale of adventure, nostalgia or dream, each tracks will invites you to visualize your own narrative and for somes one a very personal story. 
To each their own film.

01-Tomorrow_the_cliff-Part1

Pascal Félin