Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.    October  2021

Cantata Triste

Music for film. Listen the full album!
Cover illustration: Alain de Maximy© - Elements from NASA

The Fate Of Destiny • XV

Into the feilds, 
We run as winter turns to springtime
It's all mine.
Like Sunday is my day to shine.

We've made our deals.
With whoever dealt our lots out. 
I-won't-shout.
If you don't touch mine.

It's just my little pile.
I don't care about your in-style.
In a short while.
We'll all just fade away, one day.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Living for the vanity.
Soon, you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

Stare into the sun.
Have a debate upon the currents.
And wheth-er-they.
Belong in our buns.

Into the hills.
The crocuses are growing rotten.
In the bottoms.
I've forgotten more springs than you've seen.
(In your dreams)

All of our opposing wills.
Won't ever stop the sun from shining.
It's ti-ming-out.
The days of our lives.

Oh, it's all insanity.
Is this for the vanity.
You'll have to find your way home.
The money you had stowed away.
You saving for a rainy day?
Let's just let the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

A new guy on the scene.
And he's packing in the dreams which floated away.
Win-ter-days.
We all hide away.

To the feilds, 
At the lightest hint of springtime
Still, it's all mine.
It's my day to shine. 
All mine.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Live for the vanity.
Soon, you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.
Home.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Springtime [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

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06 Little Drink

05 Call And Response

The Continuing Bonds theory proposes that rather than letting go of a deceased loved one, people maintain an ongoing, internal relationship with them.

 This theory challenges traditional grief models that focus on detachment, suggesting that grief involves a transformation of the relationship, not its termination. 

Continuing bonds can manifest as tangible keepsakes, memories, a sense of the deceased's presence, or even ongoing dialogues, allowing the bereaved to find new ways to connect and make meaning in their lives after loss.  

Save Me a Seat in Heaven

The city breathes in neon gasps and diesel fumes...
I'm a ghost in its machine, a beat-down prophet in the concrete cathedral.
And in the refraction of a million raindrops on a taxi window... I see her.
A silhouette sketched on the fog, a whisper tangled in the subway's roar.
My Mirage.

Just a flicker in the corner of my eye!
A face in the crowd that I memorize!
A promise that the static world denies!

I'VE BEEN CHASING A PHANTOM! A SHADOW ON THE WALL!
A ECHO IN THE CANYON, JUST WAITING FOR MY CALL!
YOU'RE A VISION, A RELIGION, THAT'S CRUMBLING AS I CLIMB!
THIS BROKEN IMAGE IS ALL I CAN EVER FIND!

Him: Saw you on the platform, 2 AM, the A-train's scream.
You were a sonnet written in the steam.
Her: "Hey, you look lost. Need a light? A name? A clue?"
Him: "I'm looking for... a feeling. Someone I thought I knew."
Her: "Your eyes are searching, man, but your soul's not home."
Him: "Your voice... it's wrong. The frequency, the tone.
I had your lexicon, your cadence memorized in my bones!
But your words are just flat stones you're throwing, no poetry, no fire!"
Her: "I'm just a girl. You're projecting your entire
Requiem onto a stranger. That's a lonely kind of danger."
The syntax of her smile was all wrong, a foreign language on a familiar tongue

Just a flicker that I tried to make real!
A wound I'm desperate to feel!
A fiction that I'm destined to seal!

I'VE BEEN CHASING A PHANTOM! A SHADOW ON THE WALL!
A ECHO IN THE CANYON, JUST WAITING FOR MY CALL!
YOU'RE A VISION, A RELIGION, THAT'S CRUMBLING AS I CLIMB!
THIS BROKEN IMAGE IS ALL I CAN EVER FIND!

All this time... burning maps to a kingdom that wasn't there.
Chasing a reflection in a sea of empty stares.
And she was... the quiet harbor... while I was lost at sea.
The steady rhythm... to my frantic, broken melody.

AND NOW I SEE! THE GHOST WAS IN MY HEAD!
AND THE REAL WOMAN... THE ONE WHO SPOKE MY SOUL INSTEAD...
WAS THE ONE POURING COFFEE, MENDING THE SEAMS...
A REAL, BREATHING MIRACLE, LOST IN MY DAMNED DREAMS!

AND NOW SHE'S GONE! WITH A MAN WHO SEES HER FACE!
NOT SOME HOLOGRAM! NOT SOME GHOST IN SPACE!
HE TOOK HER HAND! AND I JUST WATCHED THEM FADE...
WITH THE SPECTER OF MY MIRAGE, A DEBT THAT CAN'T BE PAID!

The mad ones... the ones who are mad to live... we burn out our eyes staring at suns we invented.
And the real moon... the one that guides the tides...
We never even saw it shine.
Just a phantom...
...just a phantom.

Chasing Phantoms

Wir Fahren

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Credits list:

Written & Played By Tiziano Marzocchi

Lyrics By Tiziano Marzocchi

Instruments: Ibanez Universe, Bare Knuckle Pickups, SDGR Bass,
Ovation guitar, Bulb Overdrive, Kemper Amp 

Mixing and Mastering: Johnny (https://www.youtube.com/c/ForTiorIJohnny)

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I'am an italian guitar player.
My setup: Neural DSP Quad Cortex, Ibba Universe with Juggs Pickups, HB with EMGx, SDGR Bass and HB Bass.

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