THE EPIC OF DAILY LIFE

AB Playlist 076 Part 2

Evocative song to listen to without hurry... most serious job I've done lately, say no more.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

SI TÚ ME FALTARAS  /  IF I MISSED YOU

Abre tu risa mis ojos,  /  Your laugh opens my eyes,
olor a café por la mañana…  /  smell of coffee in the morning…
Para murmurarte un beso  /  So as to whisper you a kiss
me levanto de la cama.  /  I get up from the bed.

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

Me despierta muy temprano  /  Wakes me up very early
el olor de tu cuerpo a mi lado.  /  the smell of your body beside me.
Para que se haga de noche pronto  /  So that it gets dark soon
rápidamente me he levantado.  /  I have got up fast.

Siento que mi vida se desliza por el sabor tan suave de tu cuello y de tus besos.  /
I feel my life slips along such a soft flavor of your neck and your kisses.

Puedo ser ligero como el aire y filtrarme con mi fuego en tus sueños y en tus deseos.  /
I can be as light as air and percolate with my fire into your dreams and your desires.

Busco el momento cada día de volver para gozarte, para olerte, para amarte…  /
I look for the moment every day to come back so as to enjoy you, to smell you, to love you … 

para amarte, sí, aaaay! para amarte.  /  to love you, yes, aaaay! to love you.

Juega tu lengua en mi cerebro,  /  Your tonge plays in my brain,
recorren mi espalda tus caricias.  /  your caresses cross my back.
Miro el reloj y suspiro,  /  I look at the clock and sigh,
deseando que acabe el día.  /  wishing the day to finish. 

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

ER40FI07

Si tú me faltaras (de tedio moriría)

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

Interstate

40 years of popular music, 17 inspirations, one fluffy cacophony. We are living in a world of wool!

The Definitive Sheep Song

Is it too late to re-set??
Alto saxophones follow clarinet sequence.

Sign To Rewind

After our last song together Jim had the idea to make a power ballad. Well, here's the result. Let me introduce... "Curly Sue"
Please also visit the incredible Jim here https://soundcloud.com/7th

Vocals: Jim Miller
Lyrics: Alexander Schwarz/Jim Miller
Music: Alexander Schwarz

What happened to us-- are we really through?
Am I awake or dreaming-- is this the end of the road?
Was it just a one-way street?

Out of the blue you came into my life
You were a picture, text and voice
So near and yet so far away,
but you were always with me, in my thoughts.

I took the last flight back into my past
Surrounded by darkness, I was blind
Now the cold makes me freeze
Curly Sue - l love you
This tale was meant to be true-- no, this can´t be the end

Then one day the dream came true
as if by magic you were made flesh and blood
The door opened and you stood there
Kissing you was a revelation, making love with you was surreal
You taught me how to fly; outgrew myself, I was free

I took the last flight back into my past
Surrounded by darkness, I was blind
Now the cold makes me freeze
Curly Sue - l love you
This tale was meant to be true-- no, this can´t be the end

SOLO

Shadows of the past have caught up with me
Wrapped me in darkness and cold
Took my wings-- then I crashed
A silent cry is all that is left, A silent cry is all that is left, all that is left, all that is left.

I took the last flight back into my past
Surrounded by darkness, I was blind
Now the cold makes me freeze
Curly Sue - l love you
This tale was meant to be true-- no, this can´t be the end

with Jim Miller  "Curly Sue"

A track from the album Time and Tide, available on Bandcamp
amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/time-and-tide

Lyrics, music, mixing, production: Verulium
https://verulium.bandcamp.com/releases
Vocals: Amanda Kim Sanderson

Selene, the goddess of the moon 
Mercurial and hewn 
From ashen rays of afterglow 

High, presiding through the night 
Her veil of silver light 
Cascading over all we know 

Deep in my subconciousness 
Arcadia survives 

In the dismal days of 
Emptiness 
We try to turn the tide 

Before my eyes 
The truth in a strange disguise 
So I ran and I ran 
But the future had a plan 
To catch me out 

If you attune 
To the phasing of the moon 
Like chasing a ghost 
From the pillar to the post 
It wears you down 

Turn the tide 
By leaving the past behind 
Buried in the sands of time 

So in the end 
The phasing wins again 
Come the dark, come the dawn 
Come the chasm of the morn 
It wears you down 

Turn the tide 
By leaving the past behind 
Buried in the sands of time

credits
from Time and Tide, released June 4, 2020
license
all rights reserved

Time and Tide

Buried In The Sands Of Time

MIDNIGHT HOUR
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 1988/2015/2020 AB Music

MIDNIGHT HOUR, YOU SAY THERE'S NO LAW
IN THIS HOUR, YOU GO ALONE

CHANGING YOUR NAME, IT'S NOT REALY YOU
AND IN THIS HOUR, YOU'LL MAKE, YOU'LL PAY
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
AND NOW YOU ARE TORN

THE KIDS ARE ALL SHOUTING, PLAYGROUNDS A SONG
CATCHING THE COLDNESS, I'M ALL ALONE

MIDNIGHT HOUR, YOU'RE UNDER THE LAW
IT'S IN THIS HOUR, YOU ARE ALONE
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
AND NOW YOU ARE TORN
(break)
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE

Another  World

MIDNIGHT HOUR

Like a duck on the pond. On the surface everything looks calm, but beneath the water those little feet are churning a mile a minute.”
— Gene Hackman

Always fun to collaborate with Belial who seems to have discovered the fountain of youth with regard to ambient sounds. 

Rhodes, Bass, Percussion, Synth: Jan Schonander
Ambient sounds, Percussion, Synths: Belial Pelegrim 
https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim

Faux Chill

Faux Chill | Belial Pelegrim & TheGat(s)

Music Is Life

https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-rock-show-single/1842375564
https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/album/4lE3hGItYsq686bfbDivuU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UoluLw5OfYE
https://touchofthewood.bandcamp.com/track/the-rock-show

I'm just having fun!
Hope you enjoying too!
Thanks for listening.

The Rock Show

A Decade of DAWs and almost 2 decades of regular instruments. Welcome to my page!

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