Yasuragi

Nothing Like You

Coups de cœur

Parlarti d'amor di Flavio Pozzaglio Compositore Autore

Non è un sogno ma sei tu
la mia musica stasera
dolce come una poesia 
stiamo insieme se lo vuoi
Vorrei andar via
vorrei vivere domani
per cercare insieme a te
di giocare con la vita
lascia che sia
vero amore da domani
lascia la malinconia
tra le lacrime di ieri
donna sei qui e accarezzi i miei pensieri
non mi chiedere di più
ti darò amore se lo vuoi

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti d'amor

Passa il tempo insieme a te 
ma il ricordo non scolora
tutto è ancora amore mio 
come lo lasciammo allora
resta così tra le pagine ingiallite
quella foto dove tu salutavi con la mano
lascia che sia in un volo di gabbiani
qe in questo tempo che va via
noi per sempre innamorati

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti d'amor

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti  …. d'amor.
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Talking to you of love - Text and Music by Flavio Pozzaglio

It's not a dream but it's you
my music tonight
sweet as a poem
we'll be together if you want
I would like to go away
I would like to live tomorrow
to search with you
to play with life
let it be
true love from tomorrow
leave the melancholy
between the tears of yesterday
woman you are here and caress my thoughts
don't ask me for more
I'll give you love if you want it

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you about love

Spend time with you
but the memory does not fade
everything is still my love
as we left him then
thus remains among the yellowed pages
that photo where you waved goodbye
let it be in a flight of seagulls
qe in this time that goes away
we forever in love

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you about love

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you…. of love.

Parlarti d'amor

This tune was released by Mariah Carey in 1993. Performed by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard. 

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: https://www.harveytwyman.com

Free Download

Name That Tune #471 by Mariah Carey

Introduction in English:

A good thirty years ago I had a partner who had strict Catholic parents. She had four brothers who married in the strict Catholic spirit during the time we were together. 
I loved the free, unbridled, wild dancing at that time. But at those weddings, any passion was contained in a rigid religious call-and-dance ceremonial.   
My "salvation" was Bosza, a Croatian woman overflowing with warmth, cordiality and impetuous liveliness. She was the wife of my then partner's uncle, who himself had fled to Berlin decades ago from the all-suppressing Catholic morality.
And with Bosza I danced half the night away at the weddings. Most people hated us for it. But we were passionate soul mates.
After I separated from my former partner, I lost sight of Bosza for the last ten years. 
Until I received a year ago over a brother of my ex-partner by WhatsApp the message that Bosza had died with not even seventy years. 
When I received this news, I had to cry spontaneously. And out of this sadness, but also out of gratitude for the great living time together at the otherwise dead weddings, this tribute to this wonderful woman was created. A woman who burned from both ends of the candle, and like most who do, do not grow very old.

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Bosza

Shaved grass
Orgies of order in excess

Everything symmetrical
The cleanliness fetish

The compulsive cult replaces pleasure and fun

I come there to such a festival
Where they leave farts in gold seals

On the dance floors brooms
Heart-decored straw creatures

The atmosphere is arctic chilled

There you just jumped in brazenly
Loud, exuberant and soft

Created a little warmth niche
In this enchanted ice princess realm

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fish grette leftovers at the cat table
On my lap a spoiled quiche

The life in bottles
With permanent stop tabs

The children are domesticated

The meeting train on a railway track
On which is written "Untraceable travelled"

No door handles
The eye salute empty

A glass bell lies on the sea of people

Through you came healing cracks
The gowns mutated into a dress
Stock fishes began to wag
The mood of forbiddance deflated

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Bosza

Kahlgeschorenes Gras
Ordnungsorgien im Übermaß

Alles symmetrisch
Der Sauberkeitsfetisch

Der Zwangskult ersetzt Lust und Spaß

Komme dort auf so ein Fest
Auf dem man Fürze in Goldplomben lässt

Auf den Tanzflächen Besen
Herzentkernte Stroh-Wesen

Die Atmosphäre ist arktisch gekühlt

Da bist Du einfach dreist reingesprungen
laut, überbordend und weich

Schufst eine kleine Wärmenische
In diesem verwunschenen Eisprinzessinnen-Reich

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fischgreten-Reste am Katzentisch
Auf meinem Schoß ne' verdorbene Quiche

Das Leben in Flaschen
Mit Dauerstop-Laschen

Die Kinder sind domestiziert

Der Begegnungszug auf einem Gleis
Auf dem steht „Unauffindbar verreist“

Keine Türklinken
Der Augengruß leer

Eine Glasglocke liegt auf dem Menschenmeer

Durch Dich kamen heilsame Risse
Die Talare mutierten zum Kleid
Stockfische begannen zu wedeln
Die Stimmung von Verboten entbleit

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Bosza

Boza

A song about the northern lights and their mysterious appearance in unusual circumstances a long, long time ago...

I hear the cries of winter I cant stand to see the sight
Like waves they came crashing but now lie  still there in the night

Its far too late for many lying on once peaceful land
I wonder who if any fell directly by my hand

The morning brings a shiver as I lay behind the  wall
But I cant stay much longer as I hear the fallen call.

Shadows cast by the setting sun another days work is done
Close my eyes but I can't sleep through the long cold night

I feel the light burning in my eyes as I gaze at the distant sky
All around me I can see the northern lights.

Northern Lights

Feeling the moment and letting it out as it flows -

Reupholstered

This is a song that started as a stem with which Ian (IPG1) let Tez and I play. Tez made the riddim and added the guitar, producing a chord structure with which for me to work. I added bass, piano, synth, and sitar. Tez produced and mixed the whole thing. Ian's rapping is the centerpiece of the whole thing, though. Both of these guys are very special and talented. We hope you enjoy the song.

Bouncing Off The Bass (with IPG1 aka Lou and Llanpsych)

Dark Times - Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | GRITTY UNDERGROUND ROCK | ELECTRIC GUITARS & V-SYNTHS

Cover Art Design: Photos & Graphics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]
Video: Photo & FX by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

Music & Vocals: Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS IN CANADA

Dark Times - Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

Livin' in
Just living in dark times
B-L-U-E
We're livin' in dark times
Dark times, times, times, times, times, times...

Oh We're livin' in dark times
We are
Livin' so dark
In the blue
An ocean of madness

What have we done
What have we done
What have we done
Huh-Hun...Huh-Hun...Huh-Hun...
Huh-Hun...Huh-Hun...Huh-Hun-Ho...

Livin' in dark times, Oh
Livin' in dark times, times, times
We are, we are so blue

Oh-Ho, Won't somebody help
Help me 
I'm going mad
From livin' in dark times
Oh don't you understand

Oh Won't somebody help me
Help, I'm going mad
From livin' in dark times, times, times, times, times

Wo-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh...
Livin' in dark times
Ah...Ah, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh
Livin' in, livin' in
Livin' in dark times

Don't you understand that
I'm going mad
From the sadness of our time

Just livin' in dark times


DARK TIMES by REKHA IYERN FE M5 Ldr Vocal New Ver Feb 2023.WAV

YouTube

Dark Times - Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | GRITTY UNDERGROUND ROCK 🎸| YT

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic. 
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 1st Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
Song Notes:
For those who have expressed an interest in how I record my acoustic guitar, I use two small diaphragm condenser mics set up in an XY pattern mounted on a stereo bar within a reflexion filter. I record identical versions of the guitar tracks and then select one for the stereo left channel and one for the stereo right channel. 
Soundcloud has proved to be a wonderful place to connect with musicians and with people who love to listen to music all over the world. There is something truly magical and inspirational about receiving feedback from someone who has listened to my music. 
It’s incredible to be able to post a song on Soundcloud and know that someone - maybe on the other side of the planet - or as the song says "...down in the delta..." has somehow connected with my music.
Thank you for listening!!

LYRICS:
Winding its way through the canyon 
Like a snake in the mid-day sun
I could sit here for a lifetime 
And watch that river run
And somewhere down in the delta 
Where the river runs to the sea
Maybe someone is watching that river 
Someone just like me

Running wild, river running deep 
It’s something I can’t explain
But somehow I feel that river
Is running ………….through my veins

It’s a universal story
Under the mid-day sun
Another life in another lifetime
Will watch that river run
And somewhere down in the delta 
Where the river runs to the sea
Someone will watch that river 
Maybe Someone just like me

Running wild, river running deep 
It’s something I can’t explain
But somehow I feel that river
Is running ………….through my veins

Someone Just Like Me

Here is another song from my revival project.  
Looking back, however, I have no clues why I wrote these bleak songs.  Perhaps it was easier to express in some ways. Anyway, I think music-wise it's still worth a listen.  Just tell me what you think.
Thanks so much for stopping by.

[CREDITS]
Music / Lyrics / Vocals / Keyboards / Programming – Michael C. Lynn
Clean Electric Guitar solo (fill-ins) – Brent Mason @Band_in_a_Box
Acoustic Guitar Picking – Jason Roller @Band_in_a_Box
Cello – Matt Nelson @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
Moonlight's wavering in the lake
It's kind of shaky
The ending's just too hard to take…….reality
Favorite songs (are) slowly fading
Feelings of others I can't earn
Who will ask with deep concern ?

Waiting for someone to call my name
I'm kind of lonely
But I'm dead to all sense of shame
Who will care for me ?
The pain that I can withstand
Who will lend me a helping hand ?
A stranger from distant land ?

(Chorus)
I can't afford to cry, it's a long ride
Streets reeled before my eyes
Hopes are abandoned
My future, fate will decide
There's the way to success
Love and happiness
Where everyone's about to be
With the small exception of me
 
Windows are rattling in the wind
My heart is screaming
Somehow I will have to give in
Better go on dreaming
Morning mist blurred the view
The truth I do not wish to know
I'm a clown in a circus show

** Repeat Chorus ***

Small Exception

walking down the street 
going to the station
buy me a ticket to salvation
back home down to the basement
where no one stares
where no one  keeps me waiting
I’ll fly away from yesterday 
a kind of inner transportation
away from baby town

my baby knows that I will be back in time
to call some names off that little book of mine
one last time
one last time

brother, I won’t file for appeasement
it’s high time we disentangled
mother always tries to shut my engine down
now, that daddy’s gone
I took his best car out of the barn
I’ll ride away from yesterday
my inner kind of transportation
away from bradytown

my baby knows, that I’ll be back in time
to call some names off that little book of mine
one last time
one last time

Salvation

… nur die Idee von mir, ein Abziehbild, ein Vogel aus Papier…
Deutscher Akustik-Pop von einer österreichischen Liedermacherin

Vogel aus Papier

Vogel aus Papier - live

Six chords, a 6/8 time signature and the truth!

There have been a number of excellent ballad versions of this classic. I have tried to take it back to its rootsy roots. I feel like Leonard Cohen's original would have been at home in a seedy jazz blues bar. Hope you enjoy!

Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)

AC Sourse - Collapse (Original Mix)

Original
These lyrics suddenly showed up in my strange head, I just had to get it out :)
Music made in garageband



Lyrics:

I am like a boat on a foggy stormy sea
Drifting away, feeling lost but free
Don't hold me back
I have to sail for myself
Maybe I can find a safe cliff out there..

But see me
Can you see me
I am waving to you
Hear me
Can you hear me
When I'm calling for you..

Searching for the answers
To the questions I have
The fog will disappear
I will see land again

But see me, can you see me
I am waving to you..
Hear me
Can you hear me
When I'm calling for you..

Don't hold me back
I have to sail for myself
The fog will disappear
I will see land again...

See Me  (Original)

Introduction in English:

Manfred (‘Manne’) was my oldest friend. We used to play together in the sandpit. 
We were both very contrasting characters. I was ambitious for a long time and wanted to excel through special achievements. Manne, on the other hand, preached idleness and complete freedom from pressure even as a teenager.  He often laughed at me from his lotus position when I got bogged down in something. I secretly admired him for his attitude of pure being and complete freedom from purpose. 
Through him, I learnt about the benefits of slowness and pausing. And he was a sensitive companion when I came into contact with certain drugs such as cannabis, alcohol and cocaine in my early adulthood.     
Unfortunately, from his mid 20s onwards, he tipped more and more towards the destructive side of drug use. During this time, we both drifted further and further apart. The last time I saw him, he seemed like a wreck to me. I could already sense that things weren't going to be good with him for much longer. 
Nevertheless, I was shocked when I learnt of his early death at the age of just 31. 
Since then, I have visited his grave every year and see how many beautiful aspects of him live on in his son, who is my nephew. 
With this song, I would like to honour him with my own personal musical memorial.   

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Manne Manne

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I just don't quite understand
That you left so soon
You pissed off from one day to the next

Manne Manne, you were such a cool hero
In your anti-achievement world
Instead of storm and stress in a noble snail's pace
A bohemian with a song of lullabies

Believed in you for a long time,
In your ‘Let yourself go’ poem
Your vision of life without haste

Without any pressure and stressful scabies
Just stay lying there
Behind misty coloured windows
Against the compulsion to do!

Manne manne, you were once so beautiful
You could turn women's heads
With your deeply chilled charm
Even the proudest lay in your arms

Manne Manne, master of slowness
Of ‘I don't have to do anything, I always have time’
Of life beyond ‘Nine to Five’
Of twilight sleep in the realm of night owls

Lord of the drug world
Herring-hook-less tent
Invited us into

Strange magic worlds
Where no rules apply
Into dark shadowy spaces
Gave us a light there

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I never quite understand
That you went down like that
I've missed you a few times

Manne Manne, I`ve dreamt of you sometimes
Damn, I missed it somehow
To stop your self-dissolution programme
At the last meeting it was already much too late

Manne Manne
Manne Manne
Manne Manne
 
 




Manne Manne

TAW017

Forever (Original Mix)

A singer-songwriter who cannot read notes, doesn't play much instruments except a little keyboard & guitar and considers singing as the most difficult part for him.

So in case you're wondering how a guy like this would sound, just spare some of your time for a listen.
Thanks so much for stopping by.

Small Exception

Michael Christopher Lynn