This track is dedicated to my amazing friend Keeana Kee https://soundcloud.com/keeanakee  😍😘🥰 a wonderful woman with a charming personality and fabulous beauty. 

Photo from Keeana's Instagram 
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A FIERY LOVER (mastered)

A FIERY LOVER

COtu: Production, Synths, Guitars
Mastered To Analog Tape by Marc Felish

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Original song about the true story of my tiny 4'11" pioneer grandma, Amy Loader, dancing in the snow to help her girls get out of bed when she had just lost her husband on the trek and her daughters were on the brink of starvation and freezing. I was told this lovely, inspiring story from a tiny girl and decided to write a song about it.

Music/Lyrics/Vocals/Instrumentals by Layna Claunch
Original true story recorded in the journal of Patience Loader (Amy Loader's daughter)
                         
Huddled in the dreary morn
The winter’s early snow
Sleeping on the hardened ground
Such cold I’d never known

Our tent was barely standing
Our neighbor’s tents caved in
Another day to starve and freeze
Let misery begin

I heard my mother calling
To help her start a fire
She pleaded with each daughter
But not one could find desire

Mama pursed her lips
“Girls, this simply will not do!"
She put her tiny hands on hips   
"I’ll have to dance for you!"

I remember Mama 
Dancing in the snow
Her frozen feet so full of life relieved our weary load
I remember Mama 
Dancing in the snow
Smiling through her sorrow on this path of faith she chose

Her tiny hands she threw up high
The cold air froze her breath
Her feet were light and happy
As she danced to challenge death

She started with a jig from home
She sang a merry song
She had no husband, food, or gold
But her heart and soul were strong  

She sang and danced and twirled around
Until we all had smiles 
We lifted up our weary heads
To bravely face our trials

Suddenly she slipped on ice
And fell onto the ground
We all cried out, and rushed to help her 
Gathering around  

She sat there in the snow and ice 
A broad smile on her face
Delighted with her merry plan
Relieved, we all embraced

I knew I couldn’t have my girls 
Just giving up the fight
The journey’s long and weary
But, through faith, our hearts are light
  
I remember Mama 
Dancing in the snow
Her frozen feet so full of life relieved our weary load
I remember Mama 
Dancing in the snow
Smiling through her sorrow on this path of faith she chose

I remember Mama 
Dancing in the snow
Her frozen feet so full of life relieved our weary load
I remember Mama 
Dancing in the snow
Smiling through her sorrow on this path of faith she chose
She chose

Wonderful book about true faith:
https://a.co/d/2lmZSfq

Dancing In The Snow

Music and Lyrics. Thierry Clua 07/07/2024

En Moi

Live Reflexion#013

From the album "Röckers" (2024)

Lyrics:
Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet
Yeah, it's not the closeness
But the distance
That make people reveal themselves to you
Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet

Sitting in an airplane seat
Next to my ticketed passengers
Maybe it was the tight seating that created a false sense of intimacy
Maybe she was just covering up the silence
She told how she had been sick as a child
And how she always secretly blamed her mother.
Maybe she had taken comfort in an anonymous and friendly face
I've always been told I have an anonymous and friendly face

Primordial ooze climbed from the sea
Marauding villagers freak
A curated killing spree
Birds of prey stick together 
And so should we

Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet
They will unburden themselves to a total stranger
All their lovers
The family secrets
Anthropologists say that human beings by nature  are a trusting species
It's our shared sense of community survival
Well, I've seen a change recently
Everybody suspicious of everybody else
What have we done?
To reverse thousand of years of human evolutionary behavior?

Primordial ooze climbed from the sea
Marauding villagers freak
A curated killing spree
Birds of prey stick together 
And so should we

Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet.

Strangers Are The Most Interesting People That You'll Meet

Rising For Air (G. Di Nunno)

It's now to throw aside and bleed
Out the poisons I've collected
That span that took more than gave
Open arms to leave rejected

All that pressure building
Attempts at fitting in
Followed scripts as written
Left stricken from the spin
That rise for air
Rising.

Remembered how you laughed me down
Once the aura lost its luster
And joined the band of lonely ghosts
Isolated, cold, to shudder.

Friends fled through the back door
As scissors cut the ties
Got the hand-down remnants
With footprints left by spies
That rise for air
Rising.

It all depended on a former vision
The effort given rewarded with tension
A lightened hatred as the months were flying
Became a new scene; tell me how that happened?

Where stares were hard
A lightened mood
Has entered here
And washed away.
What led to this
Is memory
To part and go
Not looking back.
Rising
Rise for air
Rising
Rise for air.

All lyrics and musical performance by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2024.

#8. Rise For Air

a fragile thing (tribute)

Introspection about loss and rebound. Southern rock with a shoegaze slant. Southern Rock with Americana with Deep South sweat and Southern Gothic nostalgia.

Vocals - Darren Blanchard
Vocals - Lisette
Drums/bass/Guitar/Programming _ Mazz

Produced and written by Mazz

Tear at the Soul

I wish that you could see it from here on Ellis Island.
I wish that you could feel it the way it felt back then.
I wish that you could hear the waves gently crashing on the shore.
I wish that you could sense the freedom from this island.
I wish that you could taste those words form in your mouth.
I wish that you could hope the hope felt on this island – give me your – tired & poor – room for more.

There used to be a light, always shining, always bright.
You could see it ‘fore you reached the shore.
The light is still there, last I checked,  no one cared.
I don’t think it’s shining anymore.
I’m cry - ing, I’m try - ing to understand just what the light was for.
They all swear the light’s still there but I don’t think it’s shining anymore.

There used to be a song, we’d be singing all night long.
Singing it would	keep us on our toes.
No one sings it now, it won’t matter anyhow.
I think they forgot the way it goes.
I’m crying, I’m trying to hear the song above the rocket’s roar.
They all say, “We still sing that song today, but I don’t think they sing it anymore.

There used to be a dream, dreamers were abundant then.
There was nothing getting in our way.
We were living free, purple mountain’s majesty
I don’t think we’re dreaming still today.
I’m crying, I’m trying to make a little sense in what they say.
The longer I’m awake, the more I see the big mistake. I don’t think we’re dreaming still today.

She’s not ready to call it over; she’s not ready to quit.
You probably see it if you really know her she’s not giving in a bit.
It’s common knowledge she can be stubborn, she’s a feisty gal.
I don’t suppose this will even slow her, she’s not quitting now.
It’s just a little bump in the road for her, like Teapot Dome and Watergate.
She’s gonna survive and thrive, you’ll see, she’s gonna turn out great.
I know it looks bad, but take my word, she’s running up her pole.
She’s got it under control, wait and see, she’s Lady Liberty.

She’s seen worse than this and she’s recovered. She’s seen darker nights.
Don’t forget all the wars she’s covered, don’t forget Civil Rights.
She has the courage, she has the wisdom,  she has the wherewithal.
She has you and me to   keep her going, she’s gonna need us all.
It’s just a little bump in the road for her, like the Crash of 29.
She’s gonna survive and thrive, you’ll see, she will be just fine.
I know it looks bad, but take my word, she’s running up her pole.
She’s got it under control, wait and see, she’s Lady Liberty.


American Trilogy

The Walk Alone

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Le vinyle est prêt, pressé à la demande.
Une descente en groove dans les coulisses de la French Touch.
Boîtes à rythmes poussiéreuses, synthés analogiques et fantômes du Rex Club.
💿 Pour ceux qui ont dansé tard, et écoutent encore.
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🇬🇧
The vinyl is ready — pressed on demand.
A groove-soaked dive into the backrooms of French Touch.
Dusty drum machines, analog synths, and the ghosts of Parisian nights.
💿 For those who danced late, and still listen.
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a fragile thing (tribute)

Stephan B

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