Original Composition / Production : Eli Churnega / Chris Dargay

Out of Time

Curb Your Attitude

From 2005 to 2022, over 100,000 child soldiers have been recruited worldwide, as estimated by UNICEF. 
A number that reveals the size of a serious and urgent problem, especially in some countries in Asia and Africa. War, in fact, is a source of enormous suffering for children, both physical and psychological, I believe that this song of mine can represent a small contribution to not forgetting this.

Male voice by Giordano L.  Female voice by Giannini T.
Lyrics Piccolo Soldato (Little Soldier) :

Little soldier loving glances for you
You play without a Muse and they teach you to fight
sooner or later you will get lost
Little soldier games bigger than you.

Senseless shadows open in you commanded by the great ones introduced like heroes
chains of hate never ended down here.

Little soldier, anger grows in you
Little soldier virtuality disappeared so soon.
broken childhoods and stolen life for what reason is unknown
Little heart detested by strong cowardice

Senseless shadows open in you commanded by the great ones introduced like heroes
chains of hate never ended down here.

Fires of death mistaken for games with implanted seeds
for walls of death infinite matryoshkas of stolen lives
for claims of a good never revealed.

blood claimed blood stolen
with infamous games of false justice

toys and death of a long ending
you are not meant to be

toys and death of a long ending
it's just madness

Take back your reality how many dreams can you still have 
Take back your happiness how many lives can you save 
Soldier games without death for you.

Il Corriere Smarrito

Piccolo Soldato

https://soundcloud.com/33per , my dear donkey fellow sent me this wonderful instrumental, a Big Thank You for that, it was a great pleasure to write and sing along.

The image shows Gregory Peck as captain Ahab in John Houston's film adaptation of Melville's “Moby Dick” from 1956, having just nailed a Spanish dubloon on the main mast.

AHAB (All Hypocrates Are Basterds)

O-o-ohh, o-o-ohh…
Tell me please…
Is that really happening-ä-ä-ä-äppening ?
Do you feel that too ?

Noone is getting out here
Oh no-no-no-no-noo, o-o-o-o-o-ooh
Noone is getting out here alive

Ohh no
Not even the feckin’ basterds
No, no
Not even those feckin’ basterds

Will survive
Whatever may be the strive

See, because 
Noone is getting out here alive
Not the president
Nor his wife

Whatever may be the strive
That won’t work

Ohh oh 
All hypocrates are basterds 			(AHAB)
Ohh, oh
All autocrates are feckin’ basterds 			

They can fool the people 
For some time,

But,
But,
But,

They can’t fool all the people all the time
Not really …
That’s beyond the line

It’s possible to continuate
To self-determinate
To not participate…

So to say:
I would - and - i would…

And i-i-i-i-i-i-i- would 
And I would… 
I-I-I would…
And i would and I would…
I-I-I would…
I would prefer not to…

AHAB (wt 33per, raw edit)

For this song I was trying to write something with some 70’s sounding wah-wah guitar and originally wanted some dance/disco feel to the track. I ended up adding a brass section when I needed a ‘hook’ for the song. This reminded me a quite a bit of those Herb Alpert records from the 60’s which I hope explains the title. The result ended up a lot less disco but I hope makes for an interesting listen perhaps!

Waiting For Alpert

I Am

gli omertosi abitanti di

Live Ad Lib performance on the Ivory Keys from Intergalactic Classical & also Photography

We Are Free ~Live~

RAGE

Another song of mine, basically pop, arrived out of nowhere, just two chords that take on a life of their own and end up becoming a pretty catchy song. I explore the possibilities of my small keyboard, considering I don't know how to play it. The lyrics talk about a very recurrent and seemingly complex theme, but in practice very simple to deal with: Life, that thing about which you can say anything.

Life is just a memory

Invisible Space

I was born in 1963. I write songs since 1980, always as amateur. I just can't help It.

Life is just a memory

Juan Carlos Alquézar