Wonderful & lovely! You are a word magician.

Great listen ... wonderful production and imagery

Wonderful, that image you paint in your beautiful song!

Revisiting this one after the Recording Magazine review. Super song, Bob!

You are as great a poet as you are a musician, wow!

Saw a red fox run by the wood shed today
The morning light made his coat look gray
He caught my eye as he went below
As if to say it looks like snow

Heard the wind last night blow through the eves
Rattle the pines and bend all the trees
The river runs but it’s running low
The weather guy says it looks like snow

I let the faucet drip like a grandfather clock
Only 8 degrees it’s too cold for a walk
Our Navajo blanket and a murder of crows
Tell me tonight that it looks like snow

You moved in the spring with the fields still brown
The lights went dark all over our town 
Yeah the light and the dark like partners in crime
Keep the days and the nights frozen in time

Saw a message this morning 5:02am
I wrote you back but didn’t press send
The moon is still up and the fox laying low
I’ll come back later cause it looks like snow
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Looks Like Snow

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hello amazin

This winter, I had a flat tire on my way home. It was minus 15 degrees Celsius, too cold for my gloves if too long outside,  and at night it was minus 20. When I got back to my student dorm, I met a colleague in the hallway, who told me to keep my jacket on because the heating was broken in our part of the building. The janitor was unfortunately sick, but they were looking for a replacement for him...I turned that into this song. A note on that: Later that evening, the heating was working again...The lead guitar is a bit reminiscent of Chuck Berry style and at the end I quoted one of his famous intros. Here's my song:

I don’t care
Oh no, my bike has a flat
I must push it through the snow
All along the way home
Fingers so cold moving slow
In my face the cold air
Never mind I’m nearly there

I arrive and lock my bike
I can enter the building full of light

It’s just a flat, not more
Life can be much more unfair
I don’t care, I don’t care
Life can be much more unfair

Ella meets me in the floor
Wearing a warm jacket
Keep your cloths on she says
The heating’s broke
What a mess!

The janitor is sick in bed
They are looking for someone to fix instead
Happens only in winter
What a mess!
Wear a arm dress!

 I laugh it off, cold everywhere
Could be worse, really I swear
I take my strings
Write this very song
Yeah, the right music warms me up
I put on the guitar strap
A good guitar riff is what I need
I play it with the right speed
And the music makes everything right

I don’t care, I don’t care
Life can be much more unfair
I don’t care, I don’t care
Life can be much more unfair

I don't care

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Thank you so much for listening 🫶

Lyrics:

Lean on my shoulder 
And listen to me
I'll try to explain to you
what you make me feel..
There are still embers that haven't died out
The fire grew smaller
But I was never in doubt

You are my flower
And I am your bee
I need you to fly
I need your nectar in my life

There are still embers, that haven't died out
The fire grew smaller
But I was never in doubt

You are my flower
And I am your bee
I need you to fly
I need your nectar in my life..

So lean on my shoulder
Listen, take my hand
Lets steer the boat together 
Until we see land
There are still embers that haven't died out
I can still feel
A glow inside me..

You are my flower
And I am your bee
I need you to fly
I need your nectar in my life..

I Am Your Bee

Composed and performed by „HIN UND WIDER“ (Gunther Benedict – drums, Othmar Eichinger – tenor sax, Axl Hansal – guitar, Christoph Musil – bass, Mario Palaschke – keyboards).

This is the story of a jumping jack lying around in a child's bedroom at night. With the last stroke of midnight, he slowly awakens, begins to walk around, dances a little, utters a few words, and at one o'clock he falls back into a pile of wooden pieces, waiting for someone to pull his strings...


Der Hampelmann

Legend has it that some brave fellow named Francisco traveled throughout Colombia, going from town to town participating in fist fights, which he always emerged victorious from.
One night, as he traveled, he pulled out his accordion in a clearing in the forest and began playing some notes and singing to occupy himself as he walked.
Suddenly, he realized that every tune he played was answered by a better one from afar.
He spent several hours searching for his opponent in the darkness, to no avail.
Then Satan himself appeared before him and played a powerful song, so powerful that the light of the moon and stars were snuffed out, leaving his burning eyes as the only source of light in the night.
Understanding that this would be his greatest battle, the juglar fell to his knees, looked up to heaven, signed the cross, and prayed the Apostles' Creed forwards and backwards.
He then got up and played the most beautiful melody ever heard. The moon and stars returned to the sky. The devil let out an ear-piercing scream, and fled into the mountains, leaving Francisco as the winner of the duel and bestowing upon him the moniker of el Hombre (the Man).
Marquez introduces this character in his novel One Hundred Years of Solitude in the form of a very old man with a face wrinkled like the skin of an ancient dinosaur.
Francisco walks barefoot with his accordion from village to village, conveying news and messages from relatives and friends to people, representing himself as a song-like analogue of modern online messengers…

«Francisco el Hombre» (from the "Buendiana" cycle)

Bluegrass Country Jam in G provided by Tom Strahle ===> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UnfGsvfppY
ONE FUCKING DAY
Takin’ a walk, Saturday in the park
Nimrod’s X clear across the sky
My dog looks up at me, I look down at her
Simultaneously, we sigh:

One fucking day
One fucking day
Can’t leave us alone for one fucking day

One fucking day
No fucking way
Can’t leave us alone for one fucking day

There’s nothin’ gets me more riled up
Than havin’ to do my taxes
D-day comin’ around the bend
We could use more pitchforks and axes, oh

One fucking day
One fucking day
Can’t leave us alone for one fucking day

One fucking day
No fucking way
Can’t leave us alone for one fucking day

Wars in the mid-East never take a break
24/7 murder-machine
We been at war with the world since 1948
End of days don’t mean a hill ‘a beans

One fucking day
One fucking day
Can’t leave us alone for one fucking day

One fucking day
No fucking way
Can’t leave us alone for one fucking day

Now, they’re planning another false flag
Or so, the whistleblowers say
Nobody can say precisely when it goes down
It could happen any day, oh

One fucking day
One fucking day
Can’t leave us alone for one fucking day

One fucking day
No fucking way
Can’t leave us alone for one fucking day

One more…

© 2026 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved

ONE FUCKING DAY

Hi everyone,
my friend Piero sent me this song,  just his voice and a guitalele. From the first listen I was fascinated by it. There was something in the melody and the atmosphere that immediately stayed with me.
When I produce music, I usually try to program drums so they sound as natural and organic as possible. For this track I chose a different approach. The drums were intentionally kept simple and a bit mechanical, almost like a small drum machine. I liked the contrast between the human warmth of the voice and guitalele and the synthetic textures around them.
From that idea the arrangement slowly grew into this dreamy electronic singer-songwriter version.

The lyrics are particularly beautiful, which is why they are included in Italian, English and French. We hope you enjoy listening to the song as much as we enjoyed creating it.


PSICHICA ELETTRICITA'
(P. Bianchi, 2026)

Psichica elettricità
crepita intorno qua e là
evanescente segnale
che cela un codice astrale
Si alza poi vibra si illumina e va
scossa di intensa fisicità
e ci tocchiamo davvero senza sfiorarci
un lampo nel buio del cuore
risplende senza fare rumore
e ci capiamo all'istante anche senza parlarci
Mistica complicità
celeste sinesteticità
scintilla che nasce dal niente
e si trasforma in corrente
Fluttua nell'aria scivola e va
un'onda di pura magneticità
lasciala andare che tanto non serve capire
resta sospesa a metà
tra logica e gravità
alta tensione che cresce e continua a salire
E in questo universo invisibile
tutto diventa possibile
e ci sfioriamo la mente senza toccarci
e ci capiamo davvero anche senza parlarci
___________________________________________

Psychic Electricity
(P. Bianchi, 2026)

Psychic electricity
crackles softly all around,
a fading signal in the air
hiding some astral code.
It rises, trembles, lights the dark—
a surge of living force;
and we touch each other truly
without ever drawing close.
A flash within the heart’s deep night
shines quietly, without a sound,
and in an instant we understand
though not a word is spoken.
Mystic complicity,
a celestial weaving of senses—
a spark born out of nothing
turning slowly into current.
It drifts through air, it slips away,
a wave of pure magnetism.
Let it go—there is no need to know,
no need to understand.
It lingers there between
the pull of reason and of gravity,
a rising charge, a living tension
climbing ever higher.
And in this unseen universe
everything becomes possible:
our minds brush lightly against each other
without a single touch,
and still we understand—
perfectly,
without a word. 
___________________________________________

Psychic Electricity
(P. Bianchi, 2026)

Électricité psychique
crépite ici et là autour de nous,
un signal évanescent
qui cache un code astral.
Elle s’élève, puis vibre, s’illumine et s’en va,
une décharge d’intense physicalité,
et nous nous touchons vraiment sans nous effleurer.
Un éclair dans la nuit du cœur
resplendit sans faire de bruit,
et nous nous comprenons à l’instant même, sans parler.
Mystique complicité,
céleste synesthésie,
une étincelle née du néant
qui se transforme en courant.
Elle flotte dans l’air, glisse et s’en va,
une onde de pur magnétisme.
Laisse-la aller, il n’est pas nécessaire de comprendre.
Elle reste suspendue à mi-chemin
entre logique et gravité,
une haute tension qui grandit et continue de monter.
Et dans cet univers invisible
tout devient possible.
Et nous effleurons l’esprit l’un de l’autre sans nous toucher,
et nous nous comprenons vraiment, même sans parler.

Credits:
Piero Bianchi: vocals, guitalele
Axel Menningen: arrangement, all other intruments

Psichica Elettricita

  Hi everybody and thanks for listening to another of my songs and hopefully watching another of my videos. I do appreciate it very much! Please give it a like if you like it and leave a comment.  
     This song is a new song. I wrote the lyrics last year for a collaboration that didn't work out. I took the lyrics and reworked them and wrote my own music for them earlier this year. Charlie and I are still on hiatus, so I'm singing it, please forgive me for that, I am not a singer! The song has to do with the loss of a beloved spouse after many years together and the grieving process one has to go through in it's wake. It's my way of expressing the stages one goes through like denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I personnally have not expierenced such a loss of a beloved spouse but the musician that I was working closely with had and I tried to express that pain in my lyrics. The project didn't work out because it was written in a key that I just couldn't sing, no matter how hard I tried, so the project was terminated and the music was released as an instrumental piece and I wrote my own music for my lyrics. I reworked some of the lyrics and made it into an acoustical guitar piece with a more upbeat rhythm and music. So in the end everything turned out fine. I never throw anything away because one can always use the material in another song. 
    
VIDEO  -  https://youtu.be/_09vcy_2eQc

     It took me several weeks to record the song and I actually bridged 2 different song ideas I had together to form this song. It's another love ballad of mine and in the video I tried to reflect on the memories that make us young again when we think of younger days and better times. I've used this actress before many times in my videos because she just always seems to fit the part. I ended it with a happy thought "I'm a young man in love again whenever I return to you". I hope eveyrone enjoys it and once again please forgive my vocals. Thanks you and take care!🙏😎✌🏼
     
“WHENEVER"

EVERY MOVE WAS GENTLE, EVERY WISH FULFILLED,
EVERY SMILE WAS TREASURED, EVERY LOOK A THRILL, 
EVERY NOW AND THEN I WOULD STOP AND SEE YOU THERE, 
AND ALL OF MY TROUBLES WOULD VANISH INTO THE BLUE,
WHENEVER I RETURN TO YOU,

EVERY LAUGH WAS PRECIOUS TO ME, I STILL HEAR IT ALL THE TIME,
ECHOING SO SOFTLY IN THE RECESSES OF MY MIND,
EVERY LOOK WAS MEASURED AND REMAINS SOMETHING SUBLIME,
HEART TO HEART EVERY EVENING, 
A GLASS OF WINE OR TWO,
WHENEVER I RETURN TO YOU, 

EVERY NIGHT WAS SPLENDOR,
EVERY MINUTE WAS FILLED WITH SOMETHING NEW, 
WHENEVER I WOULD LOSE MYSELF,
I’D FIND MY WAY BACK TO YOU,

EVERY NOTE WAS TENDER, REMINDED ME OF OUR DANCE,
IT TOUCHED MY EVERY HEARTSTRING ON ITS WAY TO OUR ROMANCE, 
GOD I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THESE LIVELONG MEMORIES,
I APPRECIATE THEM ALL, THEY WERE MAGICAL TO ME,
REALLY A DREAM COME TRUE,
NOTHING MORE TO SAY OR DO,
I’M A YOUNG MAN IN LOVE AGAIN,
WHENEVER I RETURN TO YOU, 
WHENEVER I RETURN TO YOU,
WHENEVER I RETURN TO YOU, 
WHENEVER I RETURN TO YOU.

BY JIM VALDES © 2026

"WHENEVER" (Video - https://youtu.be/_09vcy_2eQc)

At the edge of twilight, when the sun retreats and shadows stretch long across the earth, the birds begin their quiet ritual. Their songs—soft, wistful, and ephemeral—echo through fields and fading skies, carrying fragments of all that came before.

Blending the warmth of piano and the gentle melancholy of cello with the ambient chorus of evening birds, The Birds Remember is a meditation on impermanence—an invitation to pause, breathe, and listen to the delicate beauty of things that do not stay.

Tuned to 698 Hz and set at a calm 70 BPM, this piece resonates with the heart’s own rhythm, gently guiding the listener into a space between moments, where memory and nature meet.

From the album "Elemental Frequencies" available for free on Bandcamp
https://joewebster.bandcamp.com/album/elemental-frequencies


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