Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 09/2024.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

Rock instrumental

Rock Entracte

“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”

Forbidden Funk

Starting off 2025, the new year, with a bit of uncertainty.
A life- choices theme? An Economic cautionary tale?
I prefer the political application of the Latin "Buyer Beware". The application came, in the US in November, turning back progress. In Canada, Trudeau has just announced his resignation. Buyer Beware, or to use Joni Mitchell's words, "You don't know what you've got til it's gone, they paved paradise (progress) and put up a parking lot (or oil pipelines, or coal mines, or trying to threaten neighbours and make enemies of friends). But the people knew what they were doing when they created this mess...or were they victims of social media, filters, throttles, algorithms, and moneyed influence peddling?

A dark musical synth-based veneer, casts a brooding affect over the listener, though, if the message is heard, embraced, and a direction changed, a hint of optimism may yet prevail.

Available for D/L on the WAG Wix page, track 7 from the 2024 collection called Spittle and Spite : https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons


Caveat Emptor (Buyer Beware)
Aaaaah….
Hear what you want to hear
And you see what you want to see
There is truth… and there is need
Caveat emptor…let the buyer be aware
Caveat emptor…beware
Shudda…like you shudda…check it out… like you shudda
Like you should …check it out (x2)
(INST)
The best that you can do, in a locked room
Is press your face to the window
Are you fearful of being angry?
Or so angry at being just fearful?
Caveat emptor…let the buyer be aware
Caveat emptor…beware!

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Bass, Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics: 
WAG@2024

Spittle and Spite

Caveat Emptor

Tic Tac, c'est un peu le Yin et le Yang, 
Texte et musique : Steph Ouna
Cœur et image : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520

Paroles :
Com, com, com,
Pâle, pâle !
Ton teint est pâle 
Tu le sais mais au fond
Peut-être que tu as mal
Sous ta carapace et sous tes écailles
J’ai bien peur que tu dérailles

De nature timide et aussi déraisonnable
Attaché à cette éphéméride 
Et à ton cartable
Toutes ces insomnies 
T’on rendu irritable
Au fond de tes ennuis, je sais que tu divagues

Refrain :
Tout tourne en rond 
Sous les lumières 
Tu cherches de l’ombre 
Et tu espères un monde magique
Tu tournes en rond
C’est ton affaire
Tu danses dans l’ombre 
Sans partenaire
Sur cet éphémère musique
Comme, conne tu déconnes je ne parlerai à personne de tes tics

Tu veux qu’on te dépanne, quand ton cœur est en panne, au bord du précipice, tu te jettes sur la piste, tu danses pour oublier


Pile,pile
Tu tombes à pile
Fais-moi juste découvrir ta face
Mais soudain tu cherches un mobile
Tu disparais sans laisser de trace

Ton parfum subtil et enivrant
Que tu as posé sur mes lèvres
Délicatement errant et enivrant
Juste avant que le jour se lève

Clair, clair
Cette fois tout s’éclaire
Tu délivres ton coté caméléon
Comme une aventurière solitaire
C’est devenu ton obsession

Refrain :
Tout tourne en rond 
Sous les lumières 
Tu cherches de l’ombre 
Et tu espères un monde magique
Tu tournes en rond
C’est ton affaire
Tu danses dans l’ombre 
Sans partenaire
Sur cet éternel musique
Comme, conne tu déconnes je ne parlerai à personne de tes tics

Tu veux qu’on te dépanne, quand ton cœur est en panne, au bord du précipice, tu te jettes sur la piste, tu danses pour oublier


Tire, tire
Tu les attires
Car tu le sais 
Tu ne manques pas d’air
Mais tu repars dans tes délires
La je crois que tu exagères

Terre, terre à terre
Tu libères ton instinct panthère
Comme un désert sans artifice
Pourtant, ici tout est imaginaire
Une sensation d’oasis

Refrain :
Tout tourne en rond 
Sous les lumières 
Tu cherches de l’ombre 
Et tu espères un monde magique
Tu tournes en rond
C’est ton affaire
Tu danses dans l’ombre 
Sans partenaire
Sur cet éphémère musique
Comme, conne tu déconnes je ne parlerai à personne de tes tics

Tu veux qu’on te dépanne, quand ton cœur est en panne, au bord du précipice, tu te jettes sur la piste, tu danses pour oublier

Tic tac

Original song by Mia (Miper): https://soundcloud.com/miper/last-call-morten-jeamland-miper-1

Last Call (Remix 2025)

One theme , 4 different versions. With the huge help from my mate Wonder Georg !

The 4 Colors Pen w/ Georg Boehme

What kind of experiment was it? I forcibly inserted another element in the middle of the DJ sound. I mainly use collage as my production method, so the atmosphere of this song is what I imagined. But it destroyed the uplifting dance mood that gets you on the rhythm. Some of the necessary elements of the music are missing, but it will be a relief for your ears.


No.320 A slightly experimental DJ mix

Honshu

I'm glad to present my second collab with Mathieu Torres - who added his brilliant guitar.
Definitely hot spice ! :-) https://soundcloud.com/mathieutorresworks

Fragments / feat. Mathieu Torres

Inspired by “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus, 1883.
Copyright 2025

They got on boats, and they sailed across the ocean hoping for a better life
They left behind poverty, famine, hardship and strife
She lifted her lamp behind the golden door
She welcomed them with open arms 
But we don’t need those people any more 
We’ll use robots to tend our farms
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
They say a rising tide lifts all boats but now it’s every nation for itself
As the billionaires and oligarchs accumulate more wealth
We’re all just living on this rock floating in the vastness of space
You’d think we’d find a way to co-exist as one human race
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
Someday if you’re standing there waiting at the pearly gates
With a bunch of other people waiting in line to get into heaven
And you’re filling out God’s paperwork so you can immigrate 
How will answer that question did you love or did you hate 
There are people who call themselves Christians who don’t practice what they preach
They see a man whose down on his luck, and they consider him a human leech
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.

Angry Mob Wearing Red Caps

TrapWolves - Moistrus - Warfare

I like Soundcloud because it's a friendly community for sharing our music. When I like your music, I say how it affected me, maybe something about how you wrote, performed or produced it. I have musically diverse interests: pop/rock songs, jazz-rock fusion/prog instrumentals; acoustic guitar. Main instrument is guitar, I'm not a keyboard player or singer, but hopefully I can do enough there to make my work sound ok.

Forbidden Funk

Steve Matthews