Hopeful, dreamy, love the ambience, guitars always phenomenal...Awesome Stefano!

Che bel lavoro che hai fatto!! A parte i suoni che sono perfettamente in equilibrio, ma la cosa piu` magica e` il tuo story-telling che sei riuscito a canalizzare senza voci, ma con la padronanza degli strumenti. Tanto di cappello!

amazing guitar -a beautiful sound wonderful

Belle voci di chitarra.. grande atmosfera! Semplicemente fantastica...

Turn The Page

Ordinary Feelings

Written and performed by Stefano Colleoni

Buy on Amazon: https://www.amazon.it/dp/B09Z8M9HXS?tag=songwhip08-21

Streaming Links: https://songwhip.com/stefanocolleoni/a-prayer

A Prayer

Rehearsal.

Produced, Written, and Performed By: IAN GREAVES, DOMINIQUE MONIQUE aka  DOMINIQEFRENCH and RS FRAWSTAKWA 

Instrumental, Mixing and Mastering By: IAN GREAVES

DOWN LIKE THAT RIP-IT-UP

Down Like That  Rip It Up

"Dinner Chats: Together" 
Music composed by Dika Chartoff. 
Performed by Clare Longendyke and Amir Farid. 
Mostly Modern Festival in Saratoga Springs at the Arthur Zankel Hall, Summer 2022
Video of Dinner Chats https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ol1xFzLd-3I
Copyright 2022 ASCAP

Together

Translation above.

Sur le magnifique texte de Lucien Corma, un excellent auteur que je viens de découvrir.
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Oublié

Une carte postale aux couleurs effacées
Envoyée par quelqu’un que je ne connais pas
Me dit que tout va bien, que tout est beau là-bas
Dans ce pays lointain que j’avais oublié

Seul dans cette maison où j’essaie de trouver
Un souvenir de moi un objet familier
Je ne vois sur les murs dans des cadres dorés
Que de fiers étrangers à jamais oubliés

Refrain
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
Oublié ton rire emporté par le vent
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
J’ai oublié ce que je savais de toi

Je suis parti un jour tout habillé de blanc
Je ne me souviens plus si quelqu’un m’attendait
La ville s’éloignait au bout des rails tremblants
J’ai laissé sur le quai un visage oublié

Tous ces gens que je croise à la tombée du soir
Ne savent pas qu’un jour moi aussi je nageais
Dans des eaux bien plus bleues que leur ciel de boulevard
Mais la plage est si loin qu’on l’a tous oubliée
(refrain)

La fraîcheur du matin engourdissait le port
Où le bateaux dansaient avec leurs ventres pleins
Le zigzag de ma vie s’échouait sur le corps
D’une sirène blonde qui me tendait la main

Dans un bar où dansaient des marins enfiévrés
Des filles à moitié nues montraient des dents de loups
Et leurs baisers brûlants me parfumaient le cou
M’emportaient hors du temps, me faisaient oublier
(refrain)
Oublier…

Un voyageur qui part, un autre qui revient
Se croisent sur le quai d’une gare endormie
Partir, puis revenir un jour au même point
Un soir au même point sur le i d’une vie

Paroles de Lucien Corma
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 31 janvier 2023

On the text of Lucien Corma, an excellent author that I have just discovered.
Music and voice : Myckaël Marcovic

Forgotten

A postcard with faded colors
Sent by someone I don't know
Telling me that all is well, that all is beautiful there
In this distant country that I had forgotten

Alone in this house where I try to find
A memory of me a familiar object
I see on the walls in golden frames
Only proud strangers forever forgotten

Refrain
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
Forgotten your laughter carried by the wind
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
I have forgotten what I knew of you

I left one day all dressed in white
I don't remember if anyone was waiting for me
The city was moving away at the end of the trembling rails
I left a forgotten face on the platform

All these people that I pass at nightfall
Do not know that one day I too was swimming
In waters much bluer than their sky of boulevard
But the beach is so far that we all forgot it
(refrain)

The freshness of the morning numbed the port
Where the boats danced with their full bellies
The zigzag of my life ran aground on the body
Of a blond mermaid who held out her hand to me

In a bar where fevered sailors danced
Half-naked girls were showing wolves' teeth
And their burning kisses perfumed my neck
Carried me out of time, made me forget
(refrain)
To forget...

A traveler who leaves, another who returns
Cross themselves on the platform of a sleeping station
To leave, then to return one day to the same point
One evening at the same point on the i of a life

Words by Lucien Corma
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 31 January 2023

Oublié (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

Mermaid Kisses

Written By:  Fuzzy Grubb; Jeremy Brizzi, James Seguin, David Homuth, and Sam Fiorenza.  

Shine

We drove past last night, just to see it shine
Right there for everyone to see and it’s all mine
I felt the soft twist, nerves messing with my mind
Another twenty-four hours and we’ll be under lights

Before tonight, did you know my name?
Shine.  Down on me.

Soft twist turns to nails.  Everything’s sped up.
Some people forget but I can’t figure how.
By the time they draw the curtain, I’ll be ready to play.
Five words live in me – ALL THE WORLDS A STAGE

Before tonight, did you know my name?
Shine.  Down on me.

Sweat displays my ecstasy, every drop like a dream
Living for the hope that you’ll feel the same, that you’ll feel the music in me
I’m alive now, so alive now, step inside and take a ride through my mind.
Take your time, fantasize, step inside, I can feel you shine!

Down on me.
Shine.  Down on me

Did you step inside?  Did you get to unwind?  Did you let it all go and lose yourself in the night?
Did you live the dream?  Did you live it through me?  Did you let it all go?  Did you set yourself free.

Did you get to?  X3 
Shine.  Down on me.

2023

Shine

SHINE (Fuzzy Grubb - 2003)

Guitars by Billionstars

https://www.youtube.com/@bybillionstars

Mixed and Mastered by Past Encounters

Another Universe

Poor soul without a place to call home
plagued by the nagging echoes of the past you've disowned.
Poor soul all alone in the cold
with a drug-addled vision of the future you've sold.

Be in the world but not of the world.

Poor soul working day after day
with all of your worries and those debts to pay.
Poor soul, lines on your face and your hands
reflect the endless procession of mundane demands.

Be in the world but not of the world.

Rise above or fall below...

Poor soul with all your money and power
with your meager view of the world you devour.
Poor soul with all your status and fame,
with the hidden hurts of an ego inflamed.

Be in the world but not of the world.

Rise above or fall below...

Rise Above or Fall Below

Rise Above

Guitarist, musician, composer based in Italy.


For licenses on my music:
https://www.songtradr.com/user/profile/stefano.colleoni

A Prayer

Stefano Colleoni

Recent comments

Johnny Nata

Craig T Elliott

Musichette

Rino Aparo

Related tracks