Cafe Risque

Running Wild Running Free

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 12/2021.

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

A slightly gloomy atmosphere which marks the end of a very difficult year in the world, but which in the end gives a glimmer of hope!

Glint Winter

The Itchy Quilt

The New God is Science

Como pueden mirar, verlo y no llorar?
como pueden mirarlo, ver y no llorar?
Donde guardan la rabia? Donde esconden la tristeza?
Como calman la ira y porque no sienten dolor?

Queda solo mirarlo o tentarse y hacerlo, si total no es delito
Es un delito menor.

Un delito que no vas a lamentar.
Algo que tal vez ni sucedio.
Algo que no tuvo otro testigo que ésta cancion y este cantor.

Y si quedan las ganas y aparece de nuevo.
No la dejes pasar, despues no va a volver.
Despues viene la nada de la que no hay retorno
Y si lo ves le decis al Juez. Fue un delito menor.

Delito Menor

Janine Levinson: voice, lyrics, vocal melody, photograph https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson

Jonathan Beckenstein: initial music, instruments, mix

You and me on the beach when you found the purple rock and gave it away
You and me and she on the streets of Tokyo with the drunks in the rain
We were lost in wonder on the river eating cake with our hands
Running into the same guy everywhere we went

These are pictures of love that I have
Keep them forever in inside me
Pictures of love that I have
And I’ll keep them forever

You and me on the day we decided to run off and get married in Vegas
Missed each other and we ended up at different airports
You and me and she when we tried so hard not to laugh at the preacher when we
Gave him our vows that he just went and ignored

These are pictures of love that I have
And I’ll keep them forever

Pictures of love
Pictures of love

It was we when I dressed like Cindy Crawford and took pictures with you
So long with my makeup and that creep online said I looked like a dude
You and me and she when we’d listen to grandpa read his books to the crowd
And the day that we drove so far just to find matching cowboy boots

Pictures of love that I have
Keep them forever in inside me (pictures of love)
The pictures of love that I have
And I’ll keep them forever

You and me on the beach when you found the purple rock and gave it away
You and me and she on the streets of Tokyo with the drunks in the rain
Coming up from the subway to the smell of fish and shoemaker’s glue
Thought they were robbers but they made fun of you

Pictures of love that I have
Pictures of love that I have
Pictures of love that I have

Pictures Of Love (with Janine Levinson)

L’amore è la base comune di ogni forma di vero aiuto. 
Per porre fine ai conflitti di relazione, ciò che posso fare è chiedere all’altro di insegnarmi le parole che gli recano conforto, affinché possa pronunciarle, e anche quelle che gli generano disagio o infelicità, in modo che possa evitarle.

Solo Dio potrà aiutarci ----Only God can help us

Her Majesty's Elite Equestrian Forces

Back at my acoustic piano for my new song here! 😊🎹
Thank you so much to my lovely Sander for another gorgeous mastering job. @wane-of-summer 😊🎶❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

PERFECT SENSE (acoustic piano & vocals)

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboards, Master Mix
https://soundcloud.com/brian-butts-565934842
cosmic keanu - Vocals, Lyrics

Lyrics:
Our so-called intellect
is ignorance defined
A veil that blinds 
our eyes

We think we know it all
And that’s why we'll fall

The ancients, now buried
Believed themselves as gods

Their deafening silence
proves that they were wrong

Gentle bravery preserves
While hubris destroys

We’ve forgotten ourselves
Consumed by our toys

We think we know it all
And that’s why we'll fall
Again and again
And again

Our so-called intellect
is ignorance defined
A veil that blinds 
our eyes

We think we know it all
And that’s why we'll fall

A mighty army lies vanquished
The snake consumes itself

The one who kills
destroys themselves

Subtle perseverance
steers us to the way

Our collective madness 
has chosen – has chosen --
Another fate

True words may be ugly
While the beautiful may be false

Have respect for everyone
don’t exalt yourself

The great are laid low
The soft and gentle remain

This world could be a paradise
But we have initiated the fall

Flumina (Brian Butts Feat. Cosmic Keanu)

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 1st Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
SONG NOTES and LYRICS:
I wrote this song about an imaginary character born and raised on the Mississippi, growing up to be a music man. It's not based on anybody real, but is a kind of tribute to all (blues) musicians down the ages, who have developed their own style of playing and have become admired by future generations. I was inspired to learn to play the guitar listening to great guitar players and fascinated by their ability to simultaneously play a bass line, percussive rhythm and melody, while singing at the same time. (For guitar players interested in how this song is played, it is capo'd at the first fret and played in Bflat, using the thumb on the left hand to play bass notes while stretching fingers 3 and 4 for hammer-ons.). Hope you like it!

They named him Mississippi
That’s where he was born and found
Raised by the crew of a steamboat
Never did like his feet on solid ground 
Could have grown up to be a gambler
But he’d seen where the money goes
So he just played the blues
And watched the river flow

So Mississippi he became a music man
His hat tilted to one side
He wore a watch chain in his waistcoat 
And a twinkle in his eye 
Those gamblers liked to buy him a whiskey
So he’d smile on the dice they’d throw
As he’d play them the blues
And watch the river flow

Now they say down in Mississippi
When you’re riding on the river at night
That if you raise up your glass of whisky
There’s a chance that you just might
Hear the sound across the water 
From the deck of that old paddle boat 
As he plays the blues 
And watches the river flow

The New God is Science

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