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Try not to screw up - Will & Nikerty

Music and lyrics: Jose Miguel Millán
Vocals, backing vocals and vocal production: Delhya
For more DelhyA please check: on.soundcloud.com/cZwUB
Guitar: Neno J.
For more Neno J please check : on.soundcloud.com/YvYZi

CHORUS
You put 
You put me on a pedestal
And how 
How hard 
How hard was the fall 

VERSE 1
You saw me when 
I had the view 
lost in the 
infinite 
And when you tried 
Tried to take me 
take me back 
was a feat 
Infinite, couldn’t hear, I kept lost on the stars. 

VERSE 2
Trying to get back 
what I never had 
lost my self 
desert land 
I try to cling 
Cling to your voice
But the wind 
dissolved it
But the wind
Dissolved it into a 
thousand notes. 

VERSE 3
Look at that bird 
Flying away 
With fast flap 
flapping wings
You should watch twice 
Twice and hard 
To believe
It was me
It was me, must watch hard
Flapping wings
Flying away. 

ENDING
Never look in to the dreamer’s eye
Never look , but, but you do.

How Hard Was The Fall (with DelhyA and Neno J)

This was unavoidable for me.  Politics aside, I think we can all agree that the mounting innocent victims of global conflict are a tragedy beyond measure.  These casualties should not be ignored as we sit in the comforts of our cushy little lives.


All rights reserved 6/6/2024

So far away 
It rumbles Iike a thundercloud
Eyes to the sky
Illuminated all around

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

The smoke in your eyes
Does not mask the tragedy…
don’t mind the flies
Images in front of me…

Temperatures rising
In the towns 
And over the fields
So many dying
And for what
I do not believe….

Moonlight and shadows
Paint the town
In shades so disarming..
the look in their eyes…
never to see the next morning 

Calling your name
In the pile of rubble under me…
I don’t here a sound
The silence is so deafening…

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

Missiles are raining
From the sky
It’s never ending…
mothers are wailing
like a choir
the tears they are sending

Six thousand miles 
Isn’t really far away…

Awaiting A World

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Montez à bord de notre pédalo ! Jump on our pedalboat !

Lyrics (translation test) Climatic ballad!

It’s not normal
It’s way too hot
Tropical days for everyone
Glaciers melting too soon
The southern lands already drowned
We’re cutting down trees / we’re digging underwater
Only To stuff one animal
In our not-so-global fishbowl
Soon, no stream will flow anymore
On my banjo
I couldn’t care less
I do like the birds, like the cicadas
On my banjo
I’m trying hard
I do like the birds, like the cicadas
Despite tropical cyclones
They invite you to dance on cruise ships
In the newspaper, on the radio
They praise the frugal, they sell you the warehouse
Turn on the AC, switch on the fan
Or play Russian roulette at the casino
We all want to die as eco-friendly men
But not too fast, as Georges sang at Bobino
On my pedal boat
I’m the one pedaling
No more birds, no more cicadas
On my pedal boat
I’m trying hard
No more birds, no more cicadas
A banal depressing ballad
Great fatigue from these scenarios
Wanting to bury my head in the sand
Dancing a ballet of daft ostriches
On my banjo I’m hurting myself
No more birds, no more cicadas
On my pedal boat, I’m the one pedaling
When there’s no more water, we’ll all be in the hold

Balade Climatique - Reggae

Copyright 2024 Joe Stroffolino & Michele Ansani

When Michele Ansani. sent me his initial lyrics for this song, my first thought was that. I wish I had written them because I can relate to much of his musical journey.  He suggested that I turn them into a song so here it is. 

When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers 
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft

But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will like your songs because they’re danceable.

AI is generative and like the sleep of reason generates monsters
And like the sleep of reason generates monsters
the sleep of reason generates monsters

When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what  I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe and beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment 
I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming and saved it onto my PC
The internet and technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?

And now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same 
damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose
And people will like your songs because they’re danceable.

AI is generative the sleep of reason generates monsters
And like the sleep of reason generates monsters
the sleep of reason generates monsters

AI Sucks Song [M. Ansani - J. Stroffolino]

Thank you so much for listening and supporting this song. This is another track from my recently released album.  I was driven to write this song as a response to the school shootings.  This song was started some years ago but I finished it for the album given that the subject was sadly, still relevant. 



© 2024 Lyrics And Music By Brenda Doss 

Lyrics:
How can I trust you 
When you're hiding in the dark
How can I love you 
When you shoot me in the heart
Bury the child 
Who was in the line of fire
Don't want to be numb
I want to feel love

How can I break through 
When you'd never let me in
How can I need you 
When you don't give anything
What's there to live for 
When there's too much not to feel
Don't want to be numb
I want to feel love

No wrong no right
Just a TV screen
Learn black and white
From a magazine
Confusing life much faster
Turn love to stone

How can you hear me
Over din of lead
How can you see me
Through all the blood I've shed
Am I to blame yeah,  
For every life you take
Don't want to be numb
I want to feel love

(No wrong or right)  
No wrong or right 
(Just black and white) 
(From a magazine)
Just black and white
Yeah yeah yeah
Confusing life much faster
Turn love to stone

No wrong no right
A stain of life
No truth inside this darkness
Nothing but stone
I want to feel love
I want to feel love
I want to feel love
I want to feel love!
Only love

Debut

Want To Feel Love

■概要(Overview)
窓を開けたら秋の風が入ってきた。見上げるとあの頃と似た空。
遠くから少年野球の声がする。
・・そんな感じの曲です。
---------
リバーブ多めな感じになりました。へへ・・。
ピアノは無謀にもアドリブにチャレンジだ！(少しだけ)
う～ん、もっと練習しなさい！(と自分に言う)

I opened the window and the autumn wind blew in. Looking up, the sky was similar to the old days.
I could hear the sounds of little league baseball from afar.
This song has that kind of feel.
---------
It has a lot of reverb now. Hehe...
I'm going to recklessly try improvising on the piano!(Just a little)
Hmm, practice more! (I tell myself)

■歌詞
「ひつじ雲」

窓を開けて風が通り抜けていく
グラウンドでは子供たちの声がした
太陽はそこにいるだけ

あの頃にもしも戻れるのならば
懐かしい人たちに会いたい
聞けなかったこと　飲み込んだ言葉
伝えられる気がするから

迷いの中　手探りの中
過ぎてゆくだけの日々かもしれない
だけど　いつも　この世界は
輝いていたんだね

ひつじ雲が浮かんでいる
青空が少し見える
遠くまで来てしまったみたい
あの頃と似てる空
二度と戻れない日々
私の思い出

「あの頃」と思う時がくるなんて
手にするばかりの「今」ではなく
こぼれ落ちたもの　旅立った人も
永遠だと思っていた

未来のため　歩き続けて
たどり着く頃は　何が残るのか
こぼれ　欠けて　この世界は
輝いているんだね

ひつじ雲が浮かんでいる
青空が少し見える
遠くまで来てしまったみたい
あの頃と似てる空
かけがえのない今日を
抱きしめていたい

■Lyrics (Google translation)
"Sheep cloud"

When I opened the window, the wind blew through
I heard children's voices on the ground.
the sun is just there

If I could go back to those days
I want to meet nostalgic people
Things I couldn't ask, words I swallowed
I feel like I can convey them

In doubt, in groping
Maybe the days just pass by
But this world is always
It was shining

A sheep cloud is floating
I can see a little bit of the blue sky
It seems like I've come a long way
A sky similar to those days
Days that can never return
my memories

I never thought there would come a time when I would think of ``that time''
Things that have fallen, people who have departed
I thought it was forever

What will remain after continuing to walk toward the future?
This world continues to shine even as it continues to fall and chip away.

A sheep cloud is floating
I can see a little bit of the blue sky
It seems like I've come a long way
A sky similar to those days
I want to embrace this irreplaceable day

sheep_cloud(ひつじ雲)

Merveilles. (translated after the French text)

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/szflIdLROGY

Texte:      Sanzen
Chant :     Orelya
Musique : Alain Illos

Moi, je vais devant moi, 
tant que je vois le ciel.
Que je pense et que j'aime,
 l'air, les fleurs, le sel.
Un brin d'herbe tressaille, 
au sommet des collines.
Et dans le ciel vaste,
c'est mon coeur qui défaille.
Quand nous étions amants, 
quand nous étions aimants, 
sous le ciel lourd d'octobre, 
quand la nature se change.
Et je vois, dans les prés, 
la splendide fraîcheur. 
Et flotte dans le vent, 
les images délivrées.
Moi, je vais devant moi, tant que je vois le ciel. Je fais un pas de plus, l'air, les fleurs, le sel.
Solo
Les brins d'herbe qui tressaillent, 
la céleste harmonie.
Quand la nature se change, 
quand je pense et que j'aime.
Quand nous étions amants, 
au sommet des collines.
Que dans le ciel vaste,
nous voyions des merveilles.

Wonders

I go ahead, 
as long as I can see the sky.
That I think and love,
 the air, the flowers, the salt.
A blade of grass twitches, 
on the hilltops.
And in the vast sky,
it's my heart that falters.
When we were lovers, 
when we were loving, 
under the heavy October sky, 
when nature changes.
And I see, in the meadows, 
the splendid freshness. 
And floating in the wind, 
delivered images.
I go ahead, 
as long as I can see the sky.
 I take one more step, 
the air, the flowers, the salt.
Solo
The twitching blades of grass,
 celestial harmony.
When nature changes, 
when I think and love.
When we were lovers, on hilltops.
 When in the vast sky
 we saw wonders.

Merveilles avec Orelya

This is new take on a song that Rodolfo and I first worked on 4 years ago. He had always imagined it with fine saxophone and great backing harmonies and now that Continental Collision has a wonderful pool of talent to draw on, that has become a reality, thanks to Ce Mastro and Georg Boehme's beautiful contributions.
The song has been given so much more feeling and emotion.
Thanks to them and Rodolfo for believing that we could succeed  and thanks to all of you for listening.

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix - @rplanes
Me - Vocals and additional lyrics
Javier Rolando - Original song lyrics
Ce Mastro - Backing vocals and chorus vocal arrangement - @cemastro
Georg Boehme - Sax solo and fills - @georg-boehme
Image (Caithness, Scotland): Courtesy of Douglas Corrance

A Stranger In Your Heart - Continental Collision featuring Ce Mastro & Georg Boehme

I don't know what I've done wrong?
I don't know why you have gone?
Though I hope some day,
When I whisper your name,
We'll be together.
But today's too soon.
When I think of you, I dream.
Yet still, I'm a stranger,
Yet still, I'm a stranger in your heart.

Sometimes I feel like a fool.
Never knowing whether you'll,
Give me hope some day,
Still I call your name.
We'll be together.
Is today too soon?
When I think of you, I dream.
No longer a stranger,
No longer a stranger in your heart.

A Stranger In Your Heart - Continental Collision (featuring Ce Mastro and Georg Boehme)

Mystic Unity is a musical journey that crosses borders and shows the beauty in the connection between cultures. Through the fusion of Arabic sounds and Western harmonies, I want to celebrate the diversity and depth of two musical worlds and show what can happen when we are open to each other.

Mystic Unity invites us to embrace different perspectives and discover the unknown ... melodies and rhythms merge in a unique way. I look forward to taking you on this journey and hope it inspires you.

DAW Cubase
Halion Sonic 7
Groove Agent SE
Retrologue 2
Padshop 2
Colors LoFi Tapes
Framedrum X3M
Transverse
Hybrid Hit
Verve
Kalimba
Moroccan Vocal Phrases
Olympus Choir Elements
Mimi Page
Wave Cre 8
Evo Elysium
Flux
Navi Harp
Habitat by Domink Eulberg
Halion Symphonic Orchestra
Kontakt Etheral Earth
Ocular Sounds

125 bpm

Picture by Ralf Seemann on Pixabay

mystic unity

Hold On

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

JE REGARDE LE MONDE

This is one about the election. The first line, I heard a lot on the news and talk shows right after the outcome, reassuring worried people that our country will make it through. I am not convinced we will, either way, it’s going to be a totally different America after these 4 years.

This song seemed a little over the top, so I went ahead and put in a gospel choir and a searing guitar lead just to make sure lol.

Sorry I haven't been on SC very much lately, I'm learning a new software app for my paying job and it is not making life easier, like I thought it would. I will be back soon!

And please pardon the vocals

I believe we’ll be okay
We’ll win this fight another day
Still, I would do it all again, because right is on our side,
And the truth can turn the tide
 
When kindness wins over greed
 It’s true that love is all you need
But If fear rules your life, your humanity will leave you
And then it’s hard to see the light
   
It seems to me // we’re all in this together
Money never will define a person's worth
And I realize, that nothing lasts forever
But we were meant to be good stewards of the Earth

I believe in you
And I hope that you believe in me, too
You  see, love has not died
It is lost somewhere inside
Our  spark will  bring it new life
So don’t give up, neither will I
Be who you        are and never hide 
If we raise our voices to the sky 
Love will not die!

We'll Be Okay

Music/Arrangement/Production/Vocals/Lyrics. Achazia. 

(Little tweak on it. I think bass was a little loud)

Special info: The audio file in the beginning is sounds from Neptune. NASA's Voyager 2 recorded electromagnetic emissions from its magnetosphere. These signals, when converted into sound, produce eerie, otherworldly noises, often described as haunting or ethereal.

Lyrics: Verse 1
I feel nothing.
I am standing alone, watching the dusk turn to dawn. Alone...

There was something—
I could have sworn I saw you there in the distance, alone...

So here I am...

(piano)

Chorus
Where you are now; are you underneath the skies?
Are you lost within misty shadows, holding back, or afraid to rise?

Verse 2
This strange silence keeps me awake;
All I see around me is a hollow, empty space.
My thoughts go deep, but they reach no one.
I feel the loss inside me, ever since you were gone.

Chorus
I wonder where you are now; are you underneath the skies?
Are you lost within misty shadows, holding back, or afraid to rise?

Verse 3
There was a moment.
I went back in time, traveled far in my dreams, with you.

But there was nothing.
You're fading away as time goes by, after all these years, I miss you.

(Solo: Choirs and guitars)

Chorus
I wonder where you are now; are you underneath the skies?
Lost within misty shadows, holding back, or afraid to rise?

(for some reason I cannot replace the file tonight. Stil work in progress)

I feel nothing

PARIS DREAM

RIP Dan Guimond.  Our friend, supporter and inspiration.  A tribute by Imre Lodbrog,  Andrew Doyle, Dom LeBars & Barbara Browning.  Thank you all.  We miss you.

Y’A COMME UN TROU DANS L’AIR
COMME QUI DIRAIT UN TROU D’AIR
OU SUR LA ROUTE UN DOS D’ÂNE

Y’A UN HOMME À LA MER`
NOYÉ DANS SES CHIMÈRES
EMPORTÉ PAR LES EAUX DAN

OH WE MISS YOU DAN
WE MISS YOU
YEAH WE MISS YOU MAN
WE MISS YOU

Honey Man, Amphibian
Internationaliste et Républicain
Au revoir notre plus cher mec
Le fier vieux fils du beau Québec
Enthusiast, innovator
Cher ami and co-creator
Citoyen de notre monde
Making waves across the pond
Un veritable homme des nations
Nous remplissant d'inspiration
Honey Man, Amphibian
Nous remplissant d'inspiration

Honey Man (Mellow Mix) RIP DanLeMiel aka BlueToad.  Collab. with Friends

I wrote this forty years ago as part of the "Scenes of St. Francis" small-town song anthology and thought it might be fun to post as fall is winding down but before the Christmas season gets into full swing.  St. Francis, Kansas is a little prairie town nestled in a shallow river valley and has an abundance of trees, mostly cottonwoods, but a few hardwoods that stand out especially in the fall. And with the trees was an abundance of squirrels always playing chase or hide and seek when they weren't getting into mischief.  They needed a song, and with my daughters being so young, I wanted to make it in the form of a children's song that they could sing along to.  As adult women, they still like to sing along when they hear it which is a good thing since my own singing voice has largely depleted with age.  But it is a nice reminder that once upon a time I could sing:) Rescued and remixed from an old but faithful cassette tape.

Squirrel Song lyrics:
Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
Haven't got a care in the world.
Playing hide and seek 'round an old tree trunk,
I'm talking 'bout my friend the squirrel.

Gathering nuts is a way of life,
But even they know when to play,
And though winter's coming before too long,
They still live life day by day.
Chorus:
Just let their antics entertain you,
From a high-wire act to a tree-top stunt or two,
There's not a dull moment when you see them around,
There's fun wherever they're found.

Instrumental hums then repeat chorus

Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
They have something we need to learn;
That a happy life is made of work and play
When each one gets a turn.

Squirrel Song (from Scenes of St. Francis)

Movie

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