You Lift Me Up

The Wild Hunt

Hank Rusch goes for the throat with this stripped down raucous rocker about a fugitive from injustice called The Innocent.  Hank creates a raw precision with his spare but loud use of only drums, bass, guitar. Sweet but grinding like frosting on a cake with a file inside Hank give us just desserts with his slide guitar work. Hank's voice brings an authentic dimension to the song as he recounts the first person story of a man wrongly convicted, escaped, on the run.  Hank's screaming falsetto in tandem with his high slide guitar ends the song like a war cry... as if to say, Today is a good day to die, but I will fight for one more.

The Innocent
I went down to the River
I saw somethin' no one ever should see
The law did somethin' bad
They pinned it all on me

On my way to Leavenworth
the train it left the tracks
Everybody broke their backs
But I walked out without a scratch

So they put me in Joliet
on a back to back 30 stretch
But me and a road dog found a way
to put a hole in the fence

We ran and ran in our prison stripes
til' we found a old garage
We put on mechanics uniforms
and hot wired the owner's Dodge

We put some miles between Joliet
We drove without the lights
I wished the darkness would never end
It started gettin' light

They caught my partner and they made the Dodge
he went down in a blaze of bullets
I watched it all from the café
as I stuffed my hungry gullet

I slipped out of town on a mail truck
your letters might be a little late
'cause they shot it full of lead
I crawled into a sewer grate

I met a woman in St. Paul
She liked me and she took me in
She believed I was innocent
as long as I gave her good lovin'

But I saw her sittin' in a G man's car
I could tell from the government plates
They had the goods on her for somethin' else
She gave me up and turned states

I've been runnin' for five year now
I've used every alias
What I saw the law do that night
they'd hang if I was to witness

Listen to my story
I got to tell it before I'm gone
I swear to you I'm the innocent
There's more where I came from

I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent
Lord have mercy on my soul
I'm The Innocent, I'm The innocent
Don't try to give me your back door parole
I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent,
If I stop runnin' I'll never get old
I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent
Lord have mercy on my soul

The Innocent

A song about the dangers of apple juice #folk #pop #acoustic #guitar #singer 

Rain and snow

Hurlevent, une histoire peu ordinaire, ou s'entremêlent l'enfance, l'amour, et les vents de terre, dans une région âpre comme les sentiments..
Paroles:
Quand elle était une enfant,
Elle rêvait prince charmant,
Heathcliff était si troublant,
Dans les Hauts de Hurlevent.
Quand elle était petite fille,
Si lointaine et si fragile,
Elle rêvait de doux matins,
Elle rêvait de beaux chemins.
Mais le temps jauni les feuilles,
Que l'automne mit sur sa route,
Marguerites que l'on effeuille,
Une à une, pétales du doute, du doute.


Hurlevent c'était hier,
Hurlevent, c'était naguère,
Une histoire peu ordinaire,
D'enfance et de vent de terre.
Sur les collines balayées, 
Par les vents du nord glacés,
une histoire à tout jamais,
Hurlevent dans le passé.

Aujourd'hui elle est si grande,
Qu'elle semble ne rien attendre.
Et pourtant quand la nuit tombe,
Lui revient comme une bombe.
Heathcliff c'était ses quinze ans,
Au plus haut  de hurlevent,
Alors elle ferme les yeux,
Et son coeur se serre un peu, un peu.

Hurlevent c'était hier,
Hurlevent, c'était naguère,
Une histoire peu ordinaire,
D'enfance et de vent de terre.
Sur les collines balayées, 
Par les vents du nord glacés,
une histoire à tout jamais,
Hurlevent dans le passé.

Hurlevent c'était un jour,
Hurlevent c'était un jour,
Hurlevent c'était toujours.

Christian PERUTI - auteur, compositeur, interprète

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Hurlevent

Para escuchar la versión instrumental https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/tarde-de-lluvia

Tarde de lluvia

Hoy la tarde se viste de gris                          
y la lluvia susurra al cristal                            
una canción que da serena paz.

Cada gota aporta su elixir
y la tierra invita con su olor                                              
a disfrutar de esa sensación.
   
Estribillo

Pero del bulevar se esfumó el calor
de la reunión y de la amistad.
Todos van en tropel a buscar protección
y poder sentir la seguridad.

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En el bar se ve la agitación
y la gente opina sin parar
del temporal y de qué pasará.

Todavía hay nubes de carbón 
que el viento quiere disipar
para volver a ver el sol brillar.

Estribillo

Rainy afternoon

Today the afternoon is dressed in grey
and the rain whispers to the glass
a song that gives serene peace.

Each drop brings its elixir
and the earth invites with its smell
to enjoy that sensation.

Chorus

But the warmth
of the meeting and friendship has vanished from the boulevard.
Everyone goes in droves to seek protection
and to feel safe.

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In the bar you can see the agitation
and people constantly give their opinions
of the storm and what will happen.

There are still clouds of coal
that the wind wants to dissipate
to see the sun shine again.

Chorus

Tarde de lluvia

Winter

Lights come on, the stage is set,
Promises made, but do they forget?
The people wait, the nation sighs,
Hoping truth ain't drowned in lies.

[Verse 1]
The chamber’s full, the lights shine bright,
The leader steps into sight.
He speaks of dreams, of work well done,
But half the room just bites their tongues.

[Pre-Chorus]
One side cheers, the other sneers,
The cycle’s lasted years and years.
A handshake turns to cold, clenched fists,
Tell me, how’d we end up like this?

[Chorus]
The pendulum swings, left to right,
Back and forth, we fight the fight.
But somewhere between the black and blue,
There's a place for me and you.
Not too high, not too low,
Meet me where the middle grows.

[Verse 2]
A soldier stands, a hero true,
But only half rise in the room.
A mother’s son beats all the odds,
Yet silence cuts like cannon shots.

[Pre-Chorus]
A simple truth, a helping hand,
Shouldn’t be a party’s brand.
We’re losing sight of what is real,
Trading vision for the deal.

[Chorus]
The pendulum swings, left to right,
Back and forth, we fight the fight.
But somewhere between the black and blue,
There's a place for me and you.
Not too high, not too low,
Meet me where the middle grows.

[Verse 3]
They talk of change, they shout and swear,
But nothing moves when no one dares.
It ain't about just red or blue,
It’s what this country’s meant to do.

[Bridge]
Compromise ain't giving in,
It’s where new roads begin.
No more echoes, no more spin,
It’s time to build again.

[Final Chorus]
The pendulum swings, left to right,
Back and forth, we fight the fight.
But somewhere between the black and blue,
There's a place for me and you.
Not too high, not too low,
Meet me where the middle grows.

The Pendulum Swings

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Dream Dust

Marco Lucchi : synthesizer and tape

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Rex Potam: A Journey Through Song and Symphony

With a voice seasoned by nearly four decades of singing, Rex Potam embarked on a new creative chapter in 2016. Though professional circumstances led him to step away from the choir, his passion for music found a fresh outlet in composition.

Rex is a self-taught singer-songwriter, drawn to crafting music that paints vivid sonic landscapes. His style seamlessly blends classic influences with an acoustic sensibility, evident both in his solo songwriting and collaborations with other artists.

But Rex's musical spectrum extends far beyond the realm of song. He delves into the world of classical composition, creating pieces that resonate with the richness and depth of the tradition. Whether composing for piano, tackling ambitious projects like concertos and symphonies, or even venturing into the sacred grandeur of a Requiem mass, his versatility shines through.

This dual identity – singer-songwriter and classical composer – defines Rex's artistic journey. He finds inspiration in the emotional intimacy of lyrics and the grand narratives of symphonic storytelling. His commitment to tonality ensures his music remains accessible and emotionally engaging, leaving a lasting impression on listeners.

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