2025, May

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The Other Side - all things vaguely classical

Remerciements à Albert-Paule pour ce superbe vocal

yellow banana By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

VeryVolcana Chaos...GoaTrance mash up with a house beat

volcanic goa disco

Thank you to my lovely Sander for mastering this old song of mine. 😊🎶🎹❤️


Lyrics. 
Once in a while
The stars collide
Once in a while
The waves will rise

I’ll be your diamond in the rough


Once in a blue moon
The heart will sing
Once in a blue moon
My heart will sing

I’ll be your diamond in the rough…

Diamond In The Rough

Soul Searching

Ray and I improvised this song together, only not at the same time and not on the same continent. Go figure.

You can visit Ray here: https://soundcloud.com/user-364196783-552705040

Steady

“Butterflies are nature's angels. They remind us what a gift it is to be alive.” 
- Robyn Nola

Chasing Butterflies

Number three of Roger Quilter's "Five Shakespeare Songs" Op. 23, first published in 1921.

Piano by Helen Roberts

It's springtime, be fruitful and multiply ;). We hope you'll enjoy!

Lyrics ( by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), in "As You Like It", Act V, Scene 3)

It was a lover and his lass,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
That o'er the green corn-field did pass.
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the present time
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crownéd with the prime
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.



It was a Lover and his Lass (Roger Quilter - with Helen Roberts)

The axolotl named Julio Cortázar watches Julio Cortázar observing the axolotls swimming in the aquarium.
The sister tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/this-is-them-last-version and https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/this-is-us

Here the short background story:https://ambystoma.uky.edu/teachers_materials/axolitbook/AxolotlByJulioCortazar.html
Picture is from Pietro Corrao.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2025)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, May 1

Is this you? *

URBAN SOULS. is a mix of genres,Jazz and ambient, a walk through the maze of streets where each one reveals its soul....

URBAN SOULS. 🎧

Hi Friends,

I'm pleased to present you Cyber Night.
It goes up from analog to the digital space, full of fresh sound colors.
Lay back and enjoy or dance to trance, all allowed. 🙂
I wish you lots of fun! 🎹🎛️🤖👾🔊🎧
 
Cheers CJ 😎


CJR-Music originals | more info also here: https://www.cjrogersmusic.com

Cyber Night

I seized the opportunity to do this properly :)

piano: Anwen Llewellyn

English lyrics:

Why so the anger, Oh Myfanwy,
That fill your dark eyes
Your gentle cheeks, Oh Myfanwy,
No longer blush beholding me?
Where now the smile upon your lips
That lit my foolish faithful love?
Where now the sound of your sweet words,
That drew my heart to follow you?

What was it that I did, Oh Myfanwy,
To deserve the frown of your beautiful cheeks?
Was it a game for you, Oh Myfanwy,
This poet's golden flame of love?
You belong to me, through true promise,
Too much to keep your word to me?
I'l never seek your hand, Myfanwy,
Unless I have your heart with it.

Myfanwy, may your life entirely be
Beneath the midday sun's bright glow,
And may a blushing rose of health
Dance on your cheek a hundred years.
I forget all your words of promise
You made to someone, my pretty girl
So give me your hand, my sweet Myfanwy,
For no more but to say "farewell".

Myfanwy (Joseph Parry with piano)

Calon Lân

lyrics: Daniel James
music: John Hughes

Brought to you from the valleys of Caerphilly

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The Rugby World Cup 2019 is on, yesterday the Welsh team played Australia, and won - for the first time in 30 years.
That’s a good enough reason for a little celebration.

If you ever saw a Scarlets match in Cardiff, you may have heard this song before, and you may have witnessed the Welshman next to you rising up to his full 5’7’’ hight, and sing their heart out. In unison with every single Scarlets fan in the stadium. 

Maybe you were wondering what they were singing? They’re doing it in their native idiom, which leaves everyone non-Welsh trying to pronounce it with their tongue in knots like a lovespoon. 
Must be something fierce though, after all it’s rugby, not cricket, isn’t it?

Well, dear ffrind, here’s what they’re singing:

I seek not life's ease and pleasures,
Earthly riches, pearls nor gold;
Give to me a heart made happy,
Clean and honest to unfold.
(Chorus)
A clean heart o'erflow'd with goodness,
Fairer than the lily white;
A clean heart forever singing,
Singing through the day and night.

If I cherish earthly treasures,
Swift they flee and all is vain;
A clean heart enriched with virtues,
Brings to me eternal gain.
(Chorus)
Morn and evening my petition,
Wings its flight to heaven in song;
In the name of my Redeemer,
Make my heart clean, pure and strong.
(Chorus)

A pure heart seems like a bit of an odd choice for a rugby anthem you think? Well, we also masquerade as daffodils. Kill 'em with kindness.

Calon Lân (Welsh Hymn, Huges / James)

Sosban Fach (English "Little saucepan")written by Talog Williams, is a traditional, and slightly nonsensical Welsh folk song.

Without further ado, here are the lyrics plus the English translation:

Welsh
Mae bys Meri-Ann wedi brifo,
A Dafydd y gwas ddim yn iach.
Mae'r baban yn y crud yn crio,
A'r gath wedi sgrapo Joni bach.
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân,
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr,
A'r gath wedi sgrapo Joni bach.

Dai bach y soldiwr,
Dai bach y soldiwr,
Dai bach y soldiwr,
A chwt ei grys e mas.

Mae bys Meri-Ann wedi gwella,
A Dafydd y gwas yn ei fedd;
Mae'r baban yn y crud wedi tyfu,
A'r gath wedi huno mewn hedd.
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr
A'r gath wedi huno mewn hedd.

Dai bach y sowldiwr,
Dai bach y sowldiwr,
Dai bach y sowldiwr,
A chwt ei grys e mas.

Aeth hen Fari Jones i Ffair y Caerau
I brynu set o lestri de;
Ond mynd i'r ffos aeth Mari gyda'i llestri
Trwy yfed gormod lawer iawn o "de"
Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tân
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr
A'r gath wedi huno mewn hedd.


English 
Mary-Ann has hurt her finger,
And David the servant is not well.
The baby in the cradle is crying,
And the cat has scratched little Johnny.
A little saucepan is boiling on the fire,
A big saucepan is boiling on the floor,
And the cat has scratched little Johnny.

Little Dai the soldier,
Little Dai the soldier,
Little Dai the soldier,
And his shirt tail is hanging out.

Mary-Ann's finger has got better,
And David the servant is in his grave;
The baby in the cradle has grown up,
And the cat is "asleep in peace".
A little saucepan is boiling on the fire,
A big saucepan is boiling on the floor,
And the cat is "asleep in peace".

Little Dai the soldier,
Little Dai the soldier,
Little Dai the soldier,
And his shirt tail is hanging out.

Old Mary Jones went to the fair in Caerau,
To buy a tea set;
But Mary and her teacups ended up in a ditch,
By drinking rather too much "tea".
A little saucepan is boiling on the fire,
A big saucepan is boiling on the floor,
And the cat is "asleep in peace".

Sosban Fach (Welsh trad)

If there can be something more Welsh than a male voice choir doing Dylan Thomas - I doubt it.

A little prayer for friends near and far.

Thursday's choir rehearsals.

And with that No Good Boyo is up to no good in the kitchen.

Greetings from Llareggub - Enjoy!

Eli Jenkins' Prayer (Under Milk Wood, Dylan Thomas)

"The Vagabond" is the first of nine songs of Ralph Vaughan Williams' song cycle "Songs of Travel", written between 1901 and 1904. The lyrics are drawn from Robert Lewis Stevenson's collection of poems "Songs of Travel and Other Verses".

piano - Anwen Llewellyn

The Vagabond (Songs Of Travel, Ralph Vaughan Williams)

Hi, I'm Rob.

I'm a singer, well you figured that out by yourself if you listened to my music....
I'm also Welsh, so what can I do?

I love music, so listening to all the great talent here on SoundCloud - whether it's raw or refined - is an immense pleasure. Thank you all for that.

I hope you get some joy out of listening to me.

Due to some health issues I'm not always capable to listen to your music, interact as much as I'd like to or reply to your comments in a timely manner. It doesn't alter the appreciation I feel for each and every one of you. Please bear with me.

It was a Lover and his Lass (Roger Quilter - with Helen Roberts)

Robert Llewellyn