Brilliant, love this beat and those guitars 🥰

Oh, this bassline, good work!!😎👍🙂

In Euripides' tragedy 'The Suppliants', a group of Argive mothers travels to Eleusis to plead with Theseus, king of Athens, to help them recover the bodies of their sons, who fell during the failed assault on Thebes. The Thebans, in fact, refuse to return the corpses for burial. These mothers, immersed in profound grief, represent the universal symbol of maternal mourning in the face of the loss of their children in war.

Cover picture: Theseus and Amphitrite with Athena looking on. Interior from an Attic red-figure cup, 500–490 BC. Currently housed at the Louvre Museum of Paris (inventory G 105).

Composed by Michele Ansani (2023-2025).
Female vocals courtesy of VOX.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, April 4.

The Suppliants *

New Recording 63

slon ispod stola(demo)

Link to video where I tell the story behind the song : https://youtu.be/cilXaNM0IoI?si=IbBwc2wlxYTwoADH 


In Catholic school, whenever I misbehaved, the nuns used to pull my hair.
If I could go back in time and do it all again, I’d gab some clippers and shave my head bare.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive  
My first-grade teacher was a nun, who if you’re penmanship was sloppy
She’d make you take all your books and stand there holding them in the back of the room.
She was like a witch except instead of a pointy hat she wore a habit
She carried a crucifix instead of broom.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic School
I was never the kid who was considered cool
The cafeteria food tasted horrible, but I had to eat it
I had to wash it down with milk that was warm and sour
I’d try to fold my plate in half and throw it away, but the nuns would catch me and make me eat it
It’s like they had this secret food wasting detection superpower
Every year your birthday, it was customary for the kids in the recess yard,
To grab you and kick you and punch you for every year of your age.
I still have flashbacks of a girl with pointy hard black shoes kicking me really hard in my rib cage.
My fifth-grade teacher Sister Margaret she’d been teaching for way too long
It was time for her to retire but they let her teach another year and that was wrong
She had long grey whiskers growing out of her chin
She’d sit at her desk and trim them with of scissors and you sure as hell better not grin
She’d tell cautionary tales about innocent kids who got into cars strangers
She seemed to enjoy describing all the bloody graphic details of the danger.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive

Catholic School

Lyndon B. Johnson - ”If you can convince the lowest white man he's better than the best colored man, he won't notice you're picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he'll empty his pockets for you."
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/lbj-convince-the-lowest-white-man/

John Philpot Curran, "The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime and the punishment of his guilt.
https://www.bartleby.com/lit-hub/respectfully-quoted/john-philpot-curran-17501817-2/

Patrick Henry - Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
https://avalon.law.yale.edu/18th_century/patrick.asp#:~:text=Is%20life%20so%20dear%2C%20or,liberty%20or%20give%20me%20death!

No Surrender

Now convince the lowest man that he's better
And he won't even notice you're picking his pocket
Hell, give him someone to look down on
And he'll empty his pockets for you

If ya wanna be free, live your life own way 
Then eternal vigilance is the price ya pay
Cause  Servitude is the consequence
If you’re too damn complacent  

No surrender, to the powers that be
No surrender, to autocracy
No surrender, no surrender 

It’s a lie, It’s a lie, It’s a lie
It’s a crime, It’s a crime, It’s a crime
Of the time, of the time, of the time
It’s a low down stinking lying crime of the time.

Is life so dear or peace so sweet
To be purchased at the price of slavery 
Some will bend the knee and kiss the ring
For me I say let freedom ring 

If ya wanna be free, live your life own way 
Then eternal vigilance is the price ya pay
Cause servitude is the consequence
If you’re too damn complacent 

No surrender, to the powers that be
No surrender, to autocracy
No surrender, to the chains of tyranny

No surrender, to the powers that be
No surrender, to a wanna be king
No surrender, no surrender

NoSurrender

The Earth Love II

Wooden Frog (Remix)

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Vibraphone solo, Hammond B3 Electric Organ solo. Soprano Saxophone solo. Acoustic Stand-up Bass Rhythm. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm with Bass Peddles. Drums Full Acoustic drums kit. Percussion Rain Tree, Tree Chimes, 22" Zildjian Crash Cymbal. 

Carmel

Summer Breeze

Note: another shitty live spontaneous phone recording. 

Goodbye, my baby.
Farewell to pain.
Or will we make up,
do this again?
It feels so real, though,
we always pretend
it's not the real deal, so,
perhaps we should end.


goodbye, my baby

Sweetness as an act of defiance in a time of cruelty

Sweetheart Mine

još jedna boca na polici(demo)

For Earth Day, an electro hymn at a chill 70 bpm

In praise of water 
Created before we 
of land and sea came to be 
Glory to water 
Magic elixir 
Life sustaining 
Half of it containing 
My body 
Fills oceans rivers lakes 
And thirsty tree
Fatefully 
Where it chooses 
Water never loses 

Sacred aquifer
Whose travels blaze 
the paths we sail
To raise a glass of wine
To water!
To living well 
To drink of grapes that streams 
Feed over time 
To the majestic flow 
On and on and on we go 
Like a slave’s escape to liberty 
Wade in the water, children
Set yourself free 

With props to Ramsey Lewis, Wade In The Water, 1966.

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 DAW: Apple Logic Pro X 
MIDI: Akai Professional Keyboard 
E-INSTRUMENTS: 
Concert Grand piano 
SoCal Ballad Piano
Mexican Guitarron
South African Singers  
Momentum synth
 Lunar Strings synth  
Deep Round Synth Bass 
E-DRUM KITS: 
Drum ‘N Bass Remix  
Trip Hop Remix  
Trip Hop Remix Phaser 
Trance Remix
 2-Step Remix  
African Kit
 Latin Kit

Audio of running water recorded live on April 20, 2025.

COVER ART is a composite using AI-generated images created by the DaVinci app and then designed in Photoshop.
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