Ivan Stepanov

Cambodian

Vocals & Lyrics by FRAWSTAKWA
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa

Produced by Cosmic Keanu

I Am Alive (FRAWSTAKWA & Cosmic Keanu)

LYRICS

Living times
Lifetime's gone,
Crisp at dawn
Mellowed by the sun.

Golden horizon, all at stake,
People arrive at the fray.

No one knows the roots of our past.
No one shows, we've given our best.

Times have come
Times have gone,
Past tense
Is the chosen form.

Till the plain, caught up surrounding 
Our heart, our soul, our own.

No one knows the roots of our past.
It goes to show it's gone too fast.

Shear moonlight through my window.
Riding sideline, drawn-out timeline.
Taste so quaint, virtuoso.
Hello blueprint: unchecked, untried.

See the way
Script what may,
Humbled by the song
Promises go on.

What is this, hold on exist,
Gotta love our land, our smile, our pain.

No one knows the roots of our past.
No one grows enliven the guest.
It goes to show it's gone too fast.
No one knows the roots of our past.

The Roots of Our Past

Party Overture

Bolero's sands ✞*:･

Cast of characters:
mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- synth

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–electric guitar, banjo, production, and mix
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ—clavichord and theremin
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
cgmaness-- @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris -- electric guitar
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – five-string fretless bass, electric guitar, seed idea 
Composition--The Eclectic Collective 
  This song began with me coming up with the bass line and accompanying guitar chords that make up that part of the rhythm section. Ken was next to add his funky drums, thus completing the rhythm section. JJ also added to the rhythm, however, with his driving clavichord, soon after. He also added the trippy theremin you hear in the break part, too. Chris added some far out guitar parts that fill in the sound throughout, too. Mark then jumped in and she some of the synth you hear in the break part, too. Stephen came along to complete the sound with his cunning banjo, as well as fiery guitar in the break part. He also produced and mixed this superbly as always for us. 
  This is another purely Eclectic Collective production, and almost of us were able to add our voices to this, except Tez and The Mysterious Decibel. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Time is Our Only Enemy (Eclectic Collective)

Suburbia

This is a song I wrote in 1989, as a gift for a girl-friend on the occasion of a rendezvous we had arranged ten years earlier, well in advance, and perhaps imagining that it would be difficult, after all that time (at a young age ten years seems like an infinite time), to still have meaning in each other's lives. In reality, those two never lost sight of each other.
I produced several versions of the song and obviously don't like any of them anymore today. So I asked @pianofran permission to whisper and to recite the words (I can no longer sing very good) using a beautiful piano composition of hers as the basis (https://soundcloud.com/pianofran/doxology). This is the result. Thank you very much, Francess!

Cover photo from Michele Ansani: Centrale Montemartini, Roma.

Original lyrics here: https://mikeansani.blogspot.com/2022/10/1979.html
English (very, very rough) translation

at the first stop she told him 'I am almost home,
greet me with a hug a little caress
take care of yourself and don't forget to look at the world
see you again when you're thirty
see you again in ten years'

after a long stop the train threw her into the darkness
Of a desert station a pale refuge
she coloured her hair, lifted her head and let herself be carried
by the night that took her without giving time to breathe
He looked around a bit, had nothing more to do
had no particular certainties to conquer
but the journey was still long
and at every town the sky became clearer
Occident was lowering
and his head brushed by the sun
slowly fell asleep

'in ten years' time you will have two grown-up children and a big house
a room just for the books and a little of nostalgia
of men by the sea, of women walking in the middle of the road without ever looking around
and when I'll come looking for you
don't offer me rose gardens
or iced drinks'

but presentiments are only false temptations
are dangerous mists at the border crossings
are like pinwheels of secrets,
are images of the evening
are like white horses that wander aimlessly
are the shadow of a restless face

no he will not have his hands tied but two big wings
boxes full of candies and special cigar cases
His voice will be even louder
His silences always full of words
the promises he will have kept
the stakes of every bet he will not have lost

she will hide instead in her ten yellow jumpers
and wear them proudly in spite of the passing years
she will chase ghosts, will try variations on the theme of destiny
will have hair of two colours
and burnt skin of an intense marine flavour

and on the day of the rendezvous in a city by the sea
they will have no thoughts or particular certainties to conquer
will look around, look for something to tell each other
then they will laugh hard
And once again
they will believe to resemble each other

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Lyrics by Michele Ansani (1989); music by Francess Harris (2024)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, July 24.

Il giorno dell'appuntamento (Day of the rendezvous) [Michele Ansani & PianoFran] **

FREEDOM COME

Tall Tales style remix of a Moby track from mobygratis.com - made with Suno v4.5

Summer

Made in collaboration with Jeremías Pistarelli on the vocals and percussion and Félix Amadeo on creative consulting and producing.

DubYeye

I was interested in music in my early youth... so I soon got my first synthesizer and set up a small home recording studio.
over the years i played keyboards in 5 bands...the direction was rock...pop...blues and soul.
in the meantime i have discovered my enthusiasm for creating my own songs.
it makes me happy when I can compose...arrange...mix...produce and create something new.
it's like a passion to experiment with different styles of music... and it gives me a lot of joy.
the only limit is your imagination...
is my motto.
and everything is possible...you just have to try.

music is pure magic...and part of the soul...
no one can escape her
let the music guide your mind...and that's the only way you'll get the freedom...you've always wanted

Party Overture

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚

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