Beautiful instruments. Amazing composition

NIGHT FLOWER

special thanks for their acapella to : Ashes and Dreams
Additional voice " On sight"  thanks to :  Deadbitctrosa.....

Lyrics : 
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you

You got jump-scared so bad in your waking hours
You thought you were seeing stars
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you

Gonna see it, gonna see it, gonna see it, gonna see it
Gonna hear it, hear it
Only when you’re not listening

Gonna hear it, gonna hear it, gonna hear it, gonna hear it
Gonna see it, see it
Only when you’re not looking

It’s the same from Winnipeg to California
Punishing your intuition in the corner
It’s the same from Winnipeg to California
Punishing our intuition in the corner

The clue stuck to the bottom of a shoe
The mud trail she tracked through the living room
Told you what you already knew

The truth
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you

THE TRUTH. 🎧. Feat  Ashes and Dreams

That guy is me, exactly 50 years ago, after a soccer match. I was a decent, fast young footballer, but I stopped when I went to university. I  didn't grow tired of running after a ball, simply having other things to do; thinking I'd start again sooner or later. It only happened occasionally, over the years. Today I could go back to kicking a ball on a football pitch, but it's unlikely that I'd come out of there alive. And so, officially, I bury that part of my life in the archive of memories and play a little (and not sad) 'requiem'.

Saxophones (reworked by me) are courtesy of Gareth Lumbers (via Komorebi Audio - Sunset Jazz) and Tokyo City Pop Tapes.
Composed by Michele Ansani (2023-2025).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, March 19.

Requiem for a footballer *

OWEN STAGG HE IS VERY PUNCTUAL
JUST LIKE ME
ALWAYS CARRIES A STONE IN HIS POCKET 
SO DO I

AND WE BOTH AGREE THAT HERB STRIPPER
WOULD BE THE RIGHT NAME FOR A KITCHEN DRAG ACT`
but
I AM NOT OWEN 
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
DODECAPHONIQUE
YES HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

HE HAS A GREAT DISPLAY OF JUMPERS AND CARDIGANS 
ME I DON’T
HE IS GOOD AT CHESS AND SAXOPHONE (IN A CUPBOARD)
MOI NON PLUS

HE KNOWS SO MANY THINGS I DON’T, LIKE THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN FRENCH AND GERMAN BOW STROKES

I AM NOT OWEN
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
EN PATAPHYSIQUE
HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

ME WHAT DO I KNOW ABOUT WARM HUGS AND OLIVES
RIEN DU TOUT
BUT OWEN HE FEARS A BAD BBQ PIZZA 
I DO TOO

HELLO HELLO, HELLO OWEN CAN’T HEAR YOU ME
I CAN’T HEAR YOU
OH MAN YOU’RE SO DIFFICULT TO CONVERSE WITH
ON THE PHONE



I AM NOT OWEN (Lyrics) song for Owen

Greece, an ancient, mystical, bright and dark country...no matter how many times I walk around Parthenon (which I do really often) it never gets boring to look at it. Always exciting and giving me chills each time! I hope you are enjoying your own countries too :) Cheers to that!

Mystic Land

Behind the light mid-tempo 70s vibe, the blunt statement of the title, Sick of the Sun is an ode to optimism (because we have no other choice), to commitment, and to the creativity so sorely lacking in our leaders…
Derrière l’ambiance légère midtempo années 70, le constat brutal du titre, Sick of the Sun est une ode à l’optimisme (parce que nous n’avons pas le choix), à l’engagement et à la créativité dont manquent cruellement nos dirigeants…

- Lyrics -

What can I do for you son?
What can I do for you girl? 
Sick of the sun, sick of the sun
I go to work on my bike
Planning an anti car strike 
Sick of the sun, sick of the sun

What about thinking collective?
Sick of the sun, sick of the sun, sick of the sun

No choice but to be optimistic
Dreamers are the new realists
No choice but to be an activist

What can I do to keep rain?
What can I do for mother earth?
Sick of the sun, sick of the sun

I try to stop eating meat
Not to be fashion addict 
Sick of the sun, sick of the sun

What about thinking collective?
Sick of the sun, sick of the sun, sick of the sun

No choice but to be optimistic
Dreamers are the new realists
No choice but to be an activist
We need creators in politics
No choice but to be optimistic

What can I do for you son?
What can I do for you girl?
Sick of the sun, sick of the sun, sick of the sun

Sick of the sun

Sick of the sun (2025)

5 Les Paul tracks and one Peavey bass track.
This is the latest in my 'fools rush in' series. 
Composed with one of the masters in mind : )
Base photo for artwork by Yevhenii Denshko on Unsplash

Salt

Vidéo par Muette : https://youtu.be/TirWU1LibgI

By The Way             (Translated after the French text )
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

T’as vu, d’puis quelques temps,
J'te prends plus dans mes bras.
Lorsque tu rentreras,
Tu trouv'ras dans l'frigo
Un gigot piqué d'ail.
By the way, faut qu'j'm’en aille.

Je s'rai plus là dimanche
Mais embrasse tes parents
Qui m'aimaient bien je crois.
Dis-leur qu'c'est moi qui flanche,
Que c'est moi la méchante.
By the way, je m'en vais,

Avec le minimum,
Sans meubles et puis sans homme
Aux angles obtus et durs.
Je m'en vais habiter
Une maison sans murs.
By the way, j'en suis sûre.

Le linge est repassé,
La vaisselle est rangée.
Je n'ai pas su ôter
La petite poussière
Qui t'avait recouverte.
By the way, j’fais place nette.

J'ai beaucoup réfléchi
Mais tes mots sont du bruit
Qui ne frappent plus au cœur
Mais seul'ment au tympan
Et je sais qu'il est temps.
By the way, il est l’heure.

By The Way

You've seen, for a while now,
I can't hold you anymore.
When you come home
You'll find in the fridge
A leg of lamb spiked with garlic.
By the way, I've got to go.

I won't be here on Sunday
But give your parents a kiss
I think they liked me.
Tell them I'm the one who's flinching,
I'm the bad guy.
By the way, I'm leaving,

With the bare minimum,
No furniture and no man
With hard obtuse angles.
I'm going to live
A house without walls.
By the way, I'm sure of it.

The laundry is ironed,
The dishes are put away.
I haven't been able to remove
The little dust
That covered you.
By the way, I'm tidying up.

I've thought a lot
But your words are noise
That no longer strike at the heart
But only to the eardrum
And I know it's time.
By the way, it's time

By The Way  avec Muette

RPR09_56

Dear Friends, this is a fairytale about my wonderful little Grandson.
Ok. I am not telling the exact truth. He is just 1 1/2 years old! He is constantly talking, but noone can understand what he says!!

Lyrics in English

A Visit to The Stream

Yesterday when we were walking with our little Grand son
we walked to the little stream that is near his home
it’s a reminder of how we must behave
it’s all the beauty that we saw when the steaming water had catched our souls

We discussed a lot of things that is important these days
the boy is nearly two years old but he is so bright
and he could listen to all problems the world has
and he could give me a suggestion how to solve all the problems in the world

We discussed the administration of Trump’s U S A
it seems to be a mess and the world doesn’t know
what new descitions this man has found out
and how to turn the boss in Russia to a warm and kind gentleman

It was amazing to see when the boy walked behind
his Grandmother like a duckling over logs and stones
and every time when he fell to the ground
he just laughed and he shouted with joy over this little mishap


Kära vänner, detta är en saga om mitt underbara lilla barnbarn 
Texter på Svenska

Ett besök vid bäcken

Igår när jag promenerade med min lilla barnbarn
gick vi till den lilla bäcken som är nära hans hem
det är en påminnelse om hur vi måste bete oss
det är allt det vackra vi såg när det strömmande vattnet hade fångat våra själar

Vi diskuterade många saker som är viktiga nuförtiden
pojken är nästan två år gammal men han är så klok
och han kunde lyssna på alla problem som världen har
och han kunde ge mig ett förslag på hur man löser alla problem i världen

Vi diskuterade administrationen i Trumps U S A
det verkar vara en enda röra och världen vet inte
vilka nya beslut den här mannen har hittat på
och hur man gör chefen i Ryssland till en varm och snäll gentleman

Det var fantastiskt att se när pojken gick bakom
hans mormor som en ankunge över stock och sten
och varje gång när han föll till marken 
skrattade han bara och han skrek av glädje över detta lilla missöde

Lovely Celt (music by philippe blanc)

philippe blanc - composer

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