Extraordinary fascinating sound experience! Awesome mix & recording production!

Letras cyberpunk, voz e entonação de Leonard Cohen, acompanhamento muito divertido, uma mistura excelente.

Ain't That Like My Masterpiece

Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg
Full bathtub
Drinking water from a glass
Closed door
An armillary sphere rises from the rotating water
She sees herself in the reflection
Maze in the head
Asylum security
Clubs
One stick and the fish are stars
Algae are lightning
Crab claws are moons in a bathroom
People whispering at the concert intermission
Loners who pretend to know someone, comical
Cosmic serpents.

Tights tucked over the head - words in description

This is a fairly complete revision of the original upload of August 2022. It is a jubilant piece that needs to be taken in its own  terms. The musical vocabulary in this piece is very conservartive and it obeys conventional structural norms.
This version was mastered by John Cafarella

Night of Golden Stars Revision EWQLSO version 25 September 2023

SEASONS.  Spring & Autumn

Urban Lullaby

Lyrics and music: Michele Ansani (1998).
Inspired by a Robert Musil's short story ("The Perfecting of a Love", 1911).
Cover photo is from Pietro Corrao.

Like some others I have already posted, this is a song from the late 1990s, recorded then with a Korg D8. I remixed the surviving file, working on volume and equalisation after separating the tracks, and adding some stuff. 

LYRICS (ENG / ITA)

nervously looked at the stranger
at that moment his beard lit up for a moment
she guessed there solidity, naturalness
and everything reconnected, she was there...

It flashed in her mind that already other times
The thing had begun in the same way, it was so...
And at the thought for an instant a voluptuous horror touched her
A voluptuous abulic horror
as before a sin yet unnamed

she wondered if he could have noticed
that she was looking at him
and her body filled with a slight sensuality
she seemed to be swimming in darkness before him
dissolved and impalpable like pale foam

so they travelled close
and little by little crept back into her thoughts
that restlessness
she tried to tell herself
that it was only the disturbance
of that sudden solitary journey
among strangers
soon afterwards instead she believed
that it was the wind that enveloped her
in a rigid frost

there was suddenly
a light high and clear on her past
as on an indescribable landscape of mysterious order
was a strange sense of the future
as if everything
that seemed long past
still lived on

furtively she sought the stranger
at that moment his hand for a moment
caressed her
she sensed in it a natural solidity
and everything reconnected
they were there ...

and thought of days
strangely distinct
from all the others
open before them
like a fugue of remote rooms
and joined with a hasty laugh
to the conversation

----

nervosamente guardò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua barba per un attimo s’illuminò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò, lei era lì…

le balenò in mente che già altre volte
la cosa nello stesso modo incominciò, era così...
ed al pensiero per un istante la sfiorò
un orrore voluttuoso abulico
come davanti a un peccato ancora senza nome

si chiese se potesse essersi accorto
che lei lo guardava
e il suo corpo si colmò di una leggera sensualità
le sembrava di nuotare nelle tenebre davanti a lui
dissolta e impalpabile come pallida schiuma

così viaggiarono vicini
e poco a poco ritornò ad insinuarsi nei suoi pensieri
quell’inquietudine
cercò di dirsi
che era solo il turbamento
di quell'improvviso viaggio solitario
fra gente estranea
subito dopo invece poi credeva
che fosse il vento che l’avvolgeva
in un gelo rigido

vi fu improvvisamente
una luce alta e chiara sul suo passato
come su un paesaggio indescrivibile dall’ordine misterioso
era uno strano senso di futuro
come se tutto ciò
che pareva da lungo tempo passato
vivesse ancora

furtivamente cercò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua mano per un attimo
l’accarezzò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò
erano lì ...

e pensavano a giorni
stranamente distinti
da tutti gli altri
aperti davanti a loro
come una fuga di stanze remote
e si unirono con un riso precipitoso
alla conversazione

La Conversazione *

Hello again Listeners,

Here's our re-post of another of my chilled living-room improv sessions with fellow Saturna Islander illio as we sought to 'catch the flow'.
(And even if you think you've heard it before, this is a New version, friends. Please have another Listen.

Several moods and feels opened up as we 'winged it'!

I'm so happy to have him come Jam n Flow with me here (as we capture it all on our one H2n ZOOM microphone).

We hope it'll help you to relax in the midst of all the craziness n tension in this 'ol world these days.

May you enJoy! We certainly did, and it's a pleasure to share it. :))


Gary Courtland-Miles- Electric Piano & illio bertolami on acoustic Classical Guitar

Just Jammin' with illio' *

Flutter (2024) Anthology CD2 Track 11

destruction

space

borrowed wings

https://vascoribeiromorais.bandcamp.com/album/lost-planet
https://vascoribeiromorais.bandcamp.com/album/o-grito-do-sol

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