Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg
Full bathtub
Drinking water from a glass
Closed door
An armillary sphere rises from the rotating water
She sees herself in the reflection
Maze in the head
Asylum security
Clubs
One stick and the fish are stars
Algae are lightning
Crab claws are moons in a bathroom
People whispering at the concert intermission
Loners who pretend to know someone, comical
Cosmic serpents.

Scene 4 - words in description - she writes some notes on the terrace

SEASONS.  Spring & Autumn

Lyrics and music: Michele Ansani (1998).
Inspired by a Robert Musil's short story ("The Perfecting of a Love", 1911).
Cover photo is from Pietro Corrao.

Like some others I have already posted, this is a song from the late 1990s, recorded then with a Korg D8. I remixed the surviving file, working on volume and equalisation after separating the tracks, and adding some stuff. 

LYRICS (ENG / ITA)

nervously looked at the stranger
at that moment his beard lit up for a moment
she guessed there solidity, naturalness
and everything reconnected, she was there...

It flashed in her mind that already other times
The thing had begun in the same way, it was so...
And at the thought for an instant a voluptuous horror touched her
A voluptuous abulic horror
as before a sin yet unnamed

she wondered if he could have noticed
that she was looking at him
and her body filled with a slight sensuality
she seemed to be swimming in darkness before him
dissolved and impalpable like pale foam

so they travelled close
and little by little crept back into her thoughts
that restlessness
she tried to tell herself
that it was only the disturbance
of that sudden solitary journey
among strangers
soon afterwards instead she believed
that it was the wind that enveloped her
in a rigid frost

there was suddenly
a light high and clear on her past
as on an indescribable landscape of mysterious order
was a strange sense of the future
as if everything
that seemed long past
still lived on

furtively she sought the stranger
at that moment his hand for a moment
caressed her
she sensed in it a natural solidity
and everything reconnected
they were there ...

and thought of days
strangely distinct
from all the others
open before them
like a fugue of remote rooms
and joined with a hasty laugh
to the conversation

----

nervosamente guardò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua barba per un attimo s’illuminò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò, lei era lì…

le balenò in mente che già altre volte
la cosa nello stesso modo incominciò, era così...
ed al pensiero per un istante la sfiorò
un orrore voluttuoso abulico
come davanti a un peccato ancora senza nome

si chiese se potesse essersi accorto
che lei lo guardava
e il suo corpo si colmò di una leggera sensualità
le sembrava di nuotare nelle tenebre davanti a lui
dissolta e impalpabile come pallida schiuma

così viaggiarono vicini
e poco a poco ritornò ad insinuarsi nei suoi pensieri
quell’inquietudine
cercò di dirsi
che era solo il turbamento
di quell'improvviso viaggio solitario
fra gente estranea
subito dopo invece poi credeva
che fosse il vento che l’avvolgeva
in un gelo rigido

vi fu improvvisamente
una luce alta e chiara sul suo passato
come su un paesaggio indescrivibile dall’ordine misterioso
era uno strano senso di futuro
come se tutto ciò
che pareva da lungo tempo passato
vivesse ancora

furtivamente cercò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua mano per un attimo
l’accarezzò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò
erano lì ...

e pensavano a giorni
stranamente distinti
da tutti gli altri
aperti davanti a loro
come una fuga di stanze remote
e si unirono con un riso precipitoso
alla conversazione

La Conversazione *

Leon Carter on drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on guitars and I’m on the bass and singing and playing the keyboard.

Artwork by old friend and true Sussex sage Rob Winterson (Wintz).
https://www.instagram.com/wintz_art/ 
~
Lyrics;

Blackcap* at the top of chalky bostal
Burial mounds shrouded in the fog
Our spirit will embrace the loss

Thank you for giving me your roots
For to sit upon and drip upon, I’m ripping off my boots
On your trunk I slump
In the evening sun

Touch my heart with your empathetic eyes
Warm and safe and you’re honest and kind
Counted up my blessings and they multiplied
You guided me through the most difficult of times 
Hug my soul and you saved my life 
Held me tight when I needed a cry
I don’t think that I can thank you enough
Watch me fly cos I’m lifted by your love

Thank you for giving me a family
Welcome me, made me feel at home
You fill me with the hope
That I can give you what you give me

Thank you for the time and for the space
For the panoramic enigmatic place to contemplate
In the fading light
Silently wide eyed

Touch my heart with your empathetic eyes
Warm and safe and you’re honest and kind
Counted up my blessings and they multiplied
You guided me through the most difficult of times 
Hug my soul and you saved my life 
Held me tight when I needed a cry
I don’t think that I can thank you enough
Watch me fly cos I’m lifted by your love

Don’t ever take it for granted
Don’t ever trade it for gold
Don’t ever take it for granted
This is your world

There’s a bliss in the mist
as it rises from the trees
There’s a hustle and a bustle
from industrious bees

There’s a reassuring robin
bobbing in the hawthorn
as the easy going Common Blue
passes through the morning

Hear the wistful thistle
in the middle of the field
Hear it’s whistle in the mizzle
as it drifts across the Weald

See the iridescent luminescent 
vibe-adelic hue
of the twilight effusing blends
of oranges and blues

There’s a forest dwelling moth
gives a reassuring nod
camouflaging with the bark
wings all dusty and soft

There’s a heavenly serenity 
waiting at the creek
and a joyful serendipity 
in the heron’s beak…

*https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/sussex/blackcap

Don’t Ever Take It For Granted

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Standing Stones (2024) Anthology CD1 Track 10

Des textes de chansons qui livrent un message de la vie quotidienne, parlant d'amour, aussi d'histoires humoristiques ou touchantes et abordant aussi d'autres aspects de la vie en générale.
Les gars du coin sont : 

Pat Pépin Larochelle : auteur compositeur,voix , guitares acoustiques et électriques
Steve Roy : Basse fretless 7 cordes
Mike Watkins : Batterie

Ont aussi contribué à l’album :

Jérôme Boisvert : guitares électriques et B3
Julie Lauzon : choriste

Réalisation et mixage :
Jérôme Boisvert enregistré au Studio Momentum, Drummondville Qc, Canada en 2025

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8. Pour le mieux - Les gars du coin

28-4-2025

Teaser d'un film documentaire américain sur la guerre en Yougoslavie

Entering the War

A Small Nothing Across The Horizon ( Brass-Lines/No Mates )

Love That Is True

Curly Compositions from a German Composer.

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Robert Knote