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In this intimate, dreamy and heart- breaking journey back into childhood, Inyha invites us into her most precious memories with her father, who left this world too soon.

This minimal yet thoroughly arranged French chanson feels as if the artist is sitting right beside us — with soft, whisper-like spoken words at times and dramatic passages that go straight to the bone.

Deeply emotional and authentic, with influences ranging from Charlotte Gainsbourg to Romy Schneider and Léo Ferré, this melancholic piece full of nostalgia does not leave the listener untouched.


////// Paroles (English translation hereunder )

La traversée
De l’herbe pleine de rosée 
Le matin
Dans notre grand jardin 
En tenant ta main
En tenant ta main
Avec ma petite main

La moto
Bleu ciel de l’autodrome 
Pour enfants
Après une journée de plage 
Les étés en Italie
Ces étés en Italie
Des jours heureux 
Épanouies

Et la lune
Qu’on cherchait ensemble
Si haut dans le ciel en hiver 
Et les étoiles brillaient
Et mon étoile dansait
Et ton étoile m’accompagnait

Et ces étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, les étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra

Le temps passe
Et ton visage s’efface 
Dans ma mémoire
Si loin, si loin
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
A peine 7 ans

Mon regard effrayé
Face à toi et tu me disais 
Tout blanc
Que je devrais pas avoir peur 
Que c’était toujours toi
Que c’était toujours toi
Mon papa, mon papa

Le lapin en papier
Qui était censé
Veiller sur toi
Le jours et nuits loin de moi 
Mais qui est revenu
sans espoir
Avant la fin des temps 
Avant la fin de ton temps

Mais je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra.


////// English translation:

Crossing Dew-laden grass
In the morning light 
In our big garden 
Holding your hand 
Holding your hand 
With my little hand

The sky-blue motorcycle 
At the children’s Autodrome
After a day at the beach 
Summers in Italy
Those summers in Italy 
Happy days
Full of joy

And the moon
We looked for together
So high in the winter sky
And the stars were shining bright 
My star was dancing
And your star was guiding me

And those stars up there speak to me 
And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again 
Yes, those stars up there speak to me And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again

Time goes by
And your face fades In my memory
So far, so far away
I was only a child
I was only a child 
Barely 7 years old

My frightened eyes
When I saw you and you said 
All pale
That I shouldn’t be afraid
That it was still you
That it was still you
My daddy, my daddy

The paper bunny
That was meant to
Watch over you
The days and nights away from me 
But it came back
Without any hope
Before the end of time 
Before the end of your time

But I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one day we’ll meet again
Yes, I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again.

Le lapin en papier

"19th. Degree Blues" (Jack Miller) [06.02.25]

19th. Degree Blues [06.02.25]

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/yogur-de-fresa-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/yogur-de-fresa-ver-texto

YOGUR DE FRESA

Esta es esa niña bien
que por descender de familia
se cree dama distinguida
de la cabeza hasta los pies.

Como no es su fuerte estudiar
se acomoda en una revista
donde hará las entrevistas
a los famosos de verdad.

Tampoco le va madrugar,
por lo que resulta gracioso
contemplar su rostro a las ocho
haciendo la entrada triunfal.

Cuando llame el apetito
se comerá las galletas
y el ritual yogur de fresa
que componen su almuercito
y contará que el domingo 
se fue a una sala de fiestas
donde conoció a un atleta
a un cadete o a un médico.

Esta es esa niña bien
que aunque su mamá lo intentara
no pudo nunca ser nombrada
como la chica más fetén.

Fracasó la idea de hacer
de una infeliz una gran dama
haciendo que se codeara
con el retoño de un burgués.

Lo mismo ocurrió en la elección
de la reina en fiestas de barrio
soñó que vivía en palacio
y luego ¡ni aun dama de honor!

Ha de estar de manifiesto
que  esta ocasión los culpables
fueron los imponderables
que trajeron desarreglos
consecuencia de los nervios
y estar tan insoportable
para que se la mandasen
a tomar el viento fresco.

Esta es esa niña bien
que aunque se las dé de moderna
sus modos denotan la escuela
que la condujo a ser quién es.

Dice ser mujer liberal
sin ningún tabú ni prejuicio
y que al tener un sueldo fijo
pronto se independizará.

Y luego poderse marchar
por ahí buscando aventuras
sin pensar que esa “película”
es para mayores de edad.

Oye bien lo que te digo
niña tonta y consentida:
no te creas que la vida 
aceptará los caprichos
que hasta hoy has tenido
siempre a punto en tu alcancía
pues te sentirás perdida
en el más amargo olvido.
	
STRAWBERRY YOGURT

This is that well-to-do girl
who, because she comes from a family,
thinks she's a distinguished lady
from head to toe.

Since studying isn't her strong suit,
she settles down at a magazine
where she'll interview
real celebrities.

She's not an early riser either,
so it's funny
to see her face at eight
making her grand entrance.

When hunger strikes,
she'll eat the cookies
and the ritual strawberry yogurt
that make up her lunch
and tell everyone that on Sunday
she went to a nightclub
where she met an athlete,
a cadet, or a doctor.

This is that well-to-do girl
who, even if her mother tried,
could never be named
the hottest girl.

The idea of turning
an unhappy woman into a great lady
by having her rub shoulders
with the offspring of a bourgeoisie failed.

The same thing happened during the queen's election at a neighborhood festival.

She dreamed she lived in the palace,
and then she wasn't even a lady-in-waiting!

It must be clear that this time the culprits were unforeseen events that brought disorder,
a consequence of nerves,
and being so unbearable that they sent her
out into the cold.

This is that good girl,
who, although she acts modern,
her manners reflect the schooling
that led her to be who she is.

She says she's a liberal woman,
without any taboos or prejudices,
and that, with a steady salary,
she'll soon become independent.

And then she can go off
looking for adventures,
without thinking that this "movie"
is for adults.

Listen carefully to what I'm telling you,
foolish and spoiled girl:
don't think that life
will accept the whims
that until now you've always had
ready in your piggy bank,
because you'll feel lost
in the most bitter oblivion.

Yogur de fresa (Feat. Hugo Iglesias Olmos)

Guitars, Bass And Keys By Robert Grigg.
Drums By Yamaha Keyboard.
https://youtu.be/YSVuA7X4n0k?si=rMhc8MzPxUzu7QN4

The Ghost Walk

Guitarist Hank Rusch releases the first song from his much anticipated new album entitled Along The Mississippi. It is a bonafide rocker.  Hank's growly voice imparts the lyrics, with a great recurring guitar riff following each line, eighth notes hammering away, a killer lead guitar solo with Hank playing with the abandon of an animal loosed from its cage....He's long gone and out of sight.

GOOD BAD AND BLUE
By Hank Rusch

My lady left to today she left a note on the table
We're diggin' lots of trench but we ain't got no cable
The boss is breathin' down my neck he wants us to work faster
but with half the crew missin' it's a big disaster

My buddy saw her cheatin' but I played it cool
but now it's official so I guess I'm a fool
We're short on supplies and I'm the last man standin'
But I'll keep on pushin'
cause that's what lifes' demandin'

Well, I work just hard enough to feel good
But not enough to make it right like I should
My hearts' gettin' heavy but I'm gonna get through
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue

I'm the only man I know who ain't got a bad back
But today I slipped my sacroiliac
Still, the ladies don't mind I guess I still got my charm
I walk in the place with two on my arm

The weekend's comin' I can finally kick back
But the boss wants more hustle I ain't feelin' that
Heart's heavy with memories, I don't know what to do
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue

The weekend's here I can kick back and breathe
My boss keeps on pushin' it's hard to believe 
Heart's heavy with echoes of what we once knew
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue

Well, the more I work the further I'm back
I'm chasin' my tail like a crazy cat
I'm pourin' my sweat but my paychecks are light
I'm gonna keep on keepin' on and fight the good fight

The weekend's here I can kick back and breathe
My boss keeps on pushin' it's hard to believe 
Heart's heavy with echoes of what we once knew
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue
Just livin' this life of good bad, 
good bad, good bad, and blue

Along The Mississippi

Good Bad and Blue

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Mastered by A7 Recording Studio

This songs describes where I'm at these days.

Lyrics:
You think I’ve reached the day, when things have stopped goin’ my way,
It’s scary to consider,  my feet turnin’ into clay,
But there’s that breeze, the greens of the trees,
The beauty makes my head pop so I’ll  keep
Livin’ each day, prayin’ to stay,
Keepin’ that body together.
                                           
I heard the doctor say, 
To stop skippin’ over the ocean,
You know I’ll surely pay,
For acting on every notion,
But look at the sky, the sun flyin’ by,
It’s calling me on and on so I’ll keep
Livin’ each day, praying to stay,
Keepin’ that soul together.

That pile of pills seems to grow bigger every day,
If something gets me they’ll be evidence exhibit “A”,
So head for the hills, forget about wills,
Soak up all the nature and calm and just keep
Livin’ each day, praying to stay,
Keepin’ it all together.

Keepin’ it all, keepin’ it all together.
Keepin’ it all, keepin’ it all together.
          
Yeah, I heard the doctor say, 
I should stop skippin’ over the ocean,
And I’ll surely pay,
For acting on every notion,
But look at the sky, the sun flyin’ by,
It’s calling me on and on so I’ll keep
Livin’ each day, praying to stay,
Keepin’ it all together.

Keepin’ it all, keepin’ it all together.
Keepin’ it all, keepin’ it all together.

Keepin' it All Together

"Quelqu'un de différent" est le titre le plus  introspectif de mon répertoire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcmhDmsez-4
Paroles:
Comme un navire se joue de tous les récifs,
Tu dis que pour toi y'a pas de château d'If.
Et tu ressembles un peu, aux oiseaux qu'on blesse,
Qui partent un jour, sans laisser leur adresse.
Chercher de l'air quand la vie les oppresse,
Si loin du doute et des matins de stress.
Si haut qu'un jour pourtant se sont brûlés,
Tu dis quand même que tu n'seras jamais:

Quelqu'un de différent,
Qu'on bâtit, qu'on façonne.
Tantôt noir tantôt blanc,
Qu'on prend, qu'on abandonne,
Aimer, ne pas souffrir,
Comprendre sans le dire, 
Connaitre sans subir,
Le meilleur et le pire.
Quelqu'un de différent.

Tu me dis que tu n'vis que pour la musique,
Tu vibres aux sons des guitares électriques.
Je t'dis pas ça pour que tu réagisses,
Méfies toi quand même, les guitares vieillissent.
Changent les sons quand passent nos années,
Restent tes notes sur les cordes d'acier.
Fidèle à elles sincères dans tes pensées,
Tu crois en elles et tu n'seras jamais, jamais:

Quelqu'un de différent,
Qu'on bâtit, qu'on façonne.
Tantôt noir tantôt blanc,
Qu'on prend, qu'on abandonne,
Aimer, ne pas souffrir,
Comprendre sans le dire,
Connaitre sans subir,
Le meilleur et le pire.
Quelqu'un de différent,
Quelqu'un de différent,
Tantôt noir, tantôt blanc.
Quelqu'un de différent.

Christian PERUTI 
Auteur, compositeur, interprète.

"Someone Different" is the most introspective title in my repertoire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcmhDmsez-4

Like a ship plays with all the reefs,
You say that for you there's no Château d'If.
And you resemble a bit, the birds that we wound,
Who leave one day, without leaving their address.
Looking for air when life oppresses them,
So far from doubt and stressful mornings.
So high that one day they got burned,
You still say that you will never be:

Someone different,
Someone we build, someone we shape. 
Sometimes black, sometimes white,
Someone we take, someone we abandon,
To love, not to suffer, 
To understand without saying it,
To know without enduring, 
The best and the worst.
Someone different.

You tell me that you live only for music,
You vibe to the sounds of electric guitars. 
I'm not saying this for you to react, 
Still be careful, guitars do age. 
The sounds change as the years go by, 
Your notes remain on the steel strings. 
Faithful to them, sincere in your thoughts, 
You believe in them and you will never, never be:

Someone different,
Someone we build, someone we shape. 
Sometimes black, sometimes white,
Someone we take, someone we abandon,
To love, not to suffer, 
To understand without saying it,
To know without enduring, 
The best and the worst.
Someone different.
Someone different,
Ssometimes black, sometimes white.
Someone different.

Christian PERUTI
Author, composer, performer.

Quelqu'un de différent

The Thrillers' Gone

The Biz

This was originally an instrumental track and featured on my album 'Cosmic Waves'. I decided to produce a vocal version and put the original audio into Suno. I made poor Suno produce about twenty versions, all based 100% on the original audio. The only words I put in initially were 'Free Free Free'. Eventually I chose three versions, from which I could take sections to add to the original audio and then wrote some lyrics. I went through a similar process as before and found two or three sections I felt I could use effectively. I then recorded my vocals, mixed the Suno sections with the original audio in LogicPro and this is the version you have before you! I'm pretty pleased with the result so I hope you like it too! The lyrics are below.

Free 

As free as the air
light as breath
surrounds us
unshackled 

As free as the wind,
slipping through valleys
blowing over fields
untamed and unruly

As free as the ocean,
horizon-bound,
restless and infinite
its tides knowing no master

As free as the sun on a summer’s day,
glorious and golden,
spilling warmth with abandon,
answering only to its own rising

As free as a leaf in the wind
tumbling swirling,
destination unknown
answering to nothing but motion

As free as a mountain bird
wings stretched wide
soaring past ridgelines
never knowing a cage
never knowing a cage

Freedom spoken
freedom won
freedom 

Freedom spoken
freedom won
freedom 

Freedom spoken
freedom sung
freedom

Lyrics by Phil Hawker

Free

John Ball (1335-1381): "Quando Adamo arava e Eva filava, chi era il nobile?
[verso 1]
So che è utopia
So che è un cammino così lungo
Prima o poi bisogna marciare
Per cuocere le vesti del conte
[strofa 2]
Sempre nuove speranze
Sempre nuove rivolte contadine
Vedo occhi vuoti
Fissano la pila di cadaveri
[bridge]
I cadaveri chiamano il mio nome:
"Vendicate la nostra amara sofferenza"
Questa notte moriranno
prima la stirpe dei conti

[strofa 3]
Anche se affonderemo tutti
affondassimo maledicendo
berremo comunque
berremo il sangue dei conti
[ritornello]
So che è un'utopia
So che è una strada così lunga
Prima o poi bisogna marciare
Per cuocere gli abiti del principe




Rivolta dei contadini + Lyrics

I have always loved music. I learnt piano as a child and have dabbled with guitar without ever learning it ... until now! I have been in choirs most of my life but have not really delved into making music until the last few years. After initially playing around with Garage Band, I moved on to Logic Pro and that's how nearly all of my music has been produced.

I use digital software, guitar and keyboards to produce my original music. I compose and edit using Logic Pro. Other people's vocals or collaborative vocals for any track really are very welcome! 

I love the interaction on Soundcloud and the comments from other musicians and composers are so helpful and supportive. Keep making music everyone!

If you like the artwork on many of these tracks, please visit www.summerlandsart.co.uk