relaxing interlude Sonni my dear friend ❤

Magnifique pièce chargée d'émotions 💐 😍 🙏 🎧🎶

Reading back on comments when on music that ways made years ago is walk part of the journey as I continue to learn how to make music. One of my personal is in life.

So beautiful.Your piano tones always speak something to my heart…

Wonderful track, Sonni. Beautiful, emotional performance.

@david-dunhamuser589535203  I totally agree. I don't have an abundance of days left. At the end of each day it's important to look back at it and see what value you created. Every moment counts. As kids we couldn't wait until we were adults and make our own decisions. Now I'd love to spend a week as a five year old kid, playing kickball outside with the neighborhood kids. Good memories.

yes, music like poetry is built on silence

Here is a song (an old-fashioned ballad) composed and recorded in 1998. I didn't feel the need to add anything, except for the vocals in places where it was too low in volume. The song journay now is over, I hope: from the Korg to a CD, from the CD to a tape, from the tape to the PC, from the PC to SC.
Cover picture is from Pietro Corrao.

Because of the bad English translation, I add something about the story the song tells (that in part was inspired by a short fable I published only in 2003). Martina is a servant of a rich man; she is a poor, widowed woman, the dreamer and deceived mistress of a no-good sailor who is now in prison for stealing everything she had.

ENG / ITA LYRICS

furious Martina 
cuts potatoes and guesses
who knocks at the door 
who brings silver to the master 
at six in the morning
curious morning
fancies and outbursts 
not Martina's habit
to follow the footprints left by cats 
on frost roofs

but Martina thinks back 
to summer nights 
tales of fairies
to encounters 
to evenings spent 
dreaming of ships that have sailed away
Martina gave me the house keys 
the photos of her children and of her as a child
Martina used to run on skates 
and often fell first...
furious Martina

if I marry Martina 
we'll have a party in the hills
I'll give her a song
a rose a raspberry 
and a starfish
jealous Martina 
herbal teas and hot flashes
not Martina's habit
stringing necklaces 
waiting for the snow to come
hidden in the cellar  

but Martina thinks back 
of burnt nights 
to summer tales
to encounters 
to evenings spent 
dreaming of ships that have sailed away
Martina gave me the silver from home 
the photos of her children and of her as a child
Martina ran on skates 
and often fell first ...
furious Martina

haughty Martina 
turmoil and bells is not like Martina
to follow the tracks left by thieves 
escaped into the hills
if I marry Martina 
we'll have a quiet party
I will give her a song 
a dirge and the sermon 
of the priest of this prison 

but Martina thinks back 
of burnt nights 
to summer tales
to encounters 
to evenings spent 
dreaming of ships that have sailed away
Martina gave me the silver from home 
the photos of her children and of her as a child
Martina ran on skates 
and often fell first ...
furious Martina

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furiosa Martina 
se taglia patate indovina
chi bussa al portone 
chi porta l’argento al padrone 
alle sei di mattina
curiosa mattina
mattane e caldane non è da Martina
seguire le impronte lasciate dai gatti 
sui tetti di brina

... ma Martina ripensa 
alle notti d’estate 
ai racconti di fate
agli incontri 
alle sere passate 
a sognare le navi che sono salpate
Martina mi ha dato le chiavi di casa 
le foto dei figli e di lei da bambina
Martina correva sui pattini 
e spesso cadeva per prima...
furiosa Martina

se sposo Martina 
faremo una festa in collina
le regalerò una canzone 
una rosa un lampone 
e una stella marina
gelosa Martina 
tisane e scalmane non è da Martina
infilare collane 
aspettando che arrivi la neve 
nascosta in cantina  

... ma Martina ripensa 
alle notti bruciate 
ai racconti d’estate
agli incontri 
alle sere passate 
a sognare le navi che sono salpate
Martina mi ha dato gli argenti di casa 
le foto dei figli e di lei da bambina
Martina correva sui pattini 
e spesso cadeva per prima ...
furiosa Martina

ritrosa Martina 
buriane e campane non è da Martina
seguire le tracce lasciate dai ladri 
scappati in collina
se sposo Martina 
faremo una festa in sordina
le regalerò una canzone 
una nenia e il sermone 
del prete di questa prigione 

... ma Martina ripensa 
alle notti bruciate 
ai racconti d’estate
agli incontri 
alle sere passate 
a sognare le navi che sono salpate
Martina mi ha dato gli argenti di casa 
le foto dei figli e di lei da bambina
Martina correva sui pattini 
e spesso cadeva per prima ...
furiosa Martina

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Music and lyrics by Michele Ansani (1998).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, August 17.

Furiosa Martina **

Baby Rocks

MY LITTLE PLEASURE // A Little Challenge Of My Own ...
@docfritz // Musical Soundscapes, Rhythm Design, Drums & Percussion, Cover, Mix & Production
Composed, Arranged & Performed by DOCFRITZ  // © 2024 // All Rights Reserved

MY LITTLE PLEASURE

Wilderness

Free Album

K G G - Arctic Express

Torn
Words and Music Copyright 2009 by Mark H. Davis

Credits:

Vocals - Mark H. Davis
Drums - Mark H. Davis
Keyboards - Mark H. Davis
Rhythm, Lead and Bass Guitars - Mike Burstein
Production - Mike Burstein

Follow Mike https://soundcloud.com/michael-a-burstein

Photo by cottonbro studio: https://www.pexels.com/photo/man-wearing-a-cross-earring-6503742/

Lyrics:

If you could see inside
These torture walls
Then you would realize
The reason for my call

There’s a storm that’s been brewing inside of me
Nothing new – it’s always been a side of me
It’s the truth that there’s an evil desire in me
So tell me who I am

Cause I’m torn
Torn
Torn
Torn
Torn
I was born for You
Please help me to true

If you could step inside 
These frozen walls
Then you could feast your eyes
And have yourselves a ball

There’s a vision in my mind you have to see
I’m afraid you’d wanna live my fantasy
It’s all I do – it has a power over me
So tell me who I am

Cause I’m torn
Torn
Torn
Torn
I’m torn
I was born for You
But I was torn from You
I can’t be true
Now I’m torn

Don’t put that in front of me
You don’t know what it does to me
I don’t wanna look away
I gotta look the other way
Running from insanity
My fantasy enslaving me
I’m begging you to pray for me
Gotta tear myself away – yeah!


If you could slip inside
These prison walls
Then you would recognize
Your faces on my wall

And I know this isn’t how I was meant to be
Filled with God and yet I sin incessantly
Every prayer is consumed with agony
So tell me who I am

Cause I’m torn
Torn
Torn
Torn
Like you – I’m torn
Torn
Torn
Always embracing You
Always defacing You
Because I can’t be true

If you could step inside
These torture walls …

Torn

c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶r̶o̶a̶d̶s̶ original full length remaster here: https://soundcloud.com/david-attic/f1d04f52-a6da-497d-970b-386c51b8f6ee

Down The Road (✞w▲Lk rmx)

This is a track from Mia Serinity we help promote because we find it pleasant! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0J7EFptNh6K6Qebrsrcx8d?si=ae32df247fdd4a1d

Reverie

Things happens at times, then it repeats and then it repeats.

Hello From A Moment In Time Now Lost

Child in Time (Cover)

From 2004
Alot of emotions here... 
Recorded on an old eMac using Garageband.

Sleepwalking

This is music for the chapter titled "The Value of a Letter" in the book being written "Inside the Forbidden Outside' due out by the end of the year.  The book is about the life of Jamie Cummings, who has been incarcerated for for 14 years - a gentle man with epilepsy who has never been allowed to touch his son even one time.  The book is about the injustice and racism of our prison system in the US.

Silence Is So Loud

My music pieces are all piano improvisations expressing emotions. It is music telling stories without the words. In my earIy years I sang and played piano in piano bars or fronted bands of different styles, from country to heavy metal and to 40. I've been composing, teaching and performing most of my life.  I'm getting old(er) now 😔 but the great thing about creating music is it gets better the longer you play, and you have more to write about! 

This is what I leave of me to my generations to come who wonder where their desire to make music comes from. My mother, grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My son is also exceptional.  My great grandmother and gr grandfather sang and danced in minstrel shows (vaudeville) in the early 1900's. Kids today have no idea what life was like before moving pictures.  I now have great-grandchildren. They will know who I am through my music. When I am gone my music will still be here. What a wonderful thought! 

Silence Is So Loud

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