Mix Tape 17

Mix 2

Related tracks: Ramona

Lyrics, guitar & engineering: A.J. Kaufmann (@ajkaufmann)
Vibraphone and other instruments: Matthias am Klavier

AJ Kaufmann and me both lived in Berlin for some time and when he send me this song, I was directly inmersed in the feelings of my time living there. Not always the nicest feelings, but with a taste of art, darkness and adventure...

(obviously influenced by Bowie's, Nico's and Lou's very early sounds...) 

Lyrics:

Walking down same old alleys
Looking for my face in the wind
Imaginary radio
Plays some Sinatra for me
Yeah I know it's cheap
But it knocks me off my feet
Anyhow

There were times of wicked beauty
Met in old Berlin
A cigarette & a cup of coffee
A woman in between
Yeah I know she's fine
But she couldn't read my mind
Anyway

Give me the blues
And blow me away
For a day

With her whip she looked so sweet
And she moved with grace
Oh but I swear a man like you
Wouldn't like to be in my place
Yeah that's how it is
She's got her little whip
And a smile

We ran wildly thru the streets
Flew like the Zeppelin
Not the one that crashed to the ground
But the one that flies in your dreams
We didn't ever want to land
We had so many plans
Now they're gone

Give me the blues
And blow me away
For a day

Wild days, wilder nights
Amphetamine & drinks
Oh how I pity you catholic boys
And all you catholic girls
Joy is my name 
My woman is insane
Still we fly

Give me the blues
And blow me away
For a day

Bard's woman in the cool of the summer breeze

Little Whip

AJ Kaufmann & Matthias am Klavier - Little Whip

Post Party Blues Berlin

Compositeur; Philippe SEGUINARD Auteur mélodiste: Guillaume DULER
Accordéon: Jonathan MARTEEL https://www.facebook.com/AupaKantuzAnglet/?locale=fr_FR  Charango: Coralie NAZABAL https://www.coralienazabal.com/  https://soundcloud.com/jonathan-marteel/ah-si-ladour
Choeurs: Coralie , Jonathan , Philippe et Guillaume
Lyrics:
Nos vies sont des bateaux que les années emportent
Sur des océans calmes ou bien des mers trop fortes
On navigue au hasard et l'on cherche fortune
Prêt à livrer bataille pour décrocher la Lune

Et si le vent du nord
Gonflait nos voiles
Irions nous vers ces ports
Où rien ne se dévoile
Mais les hommes ont si peur
Du bruit de la fureur
De leur propre douleur
Et de leur créateur

On dérive parfois sur des courants d'hier
Les yeux pleins d'horizons pleins de frontières
De nos sillons blessés on revient les mains vides
Et ce temps qui nous double après la dernière ride

Et si le vent du nord
Gonflait nos voiles
Irions nous vers ces ports
Où rien ne se dévoile
Mais les hommes ont si peur
Du bruit de la fureur
De leur propre douleur
Et de leur créateur

Nos vies sont des bateaux que tout brise sans cesse
Pauvres marins échoués sans signal de détresse
Naufragés ridicules sur de pauvres écueils
On se noie dans un verre en buvant notre orgueil

Et si le vent du nord
Gonflait nos voiles
Irions nous vers ces ports
Où rien ne se dévoile
Mais les hommes ont si peur
Du bruit de la fureur
De leur propre douleur
Et de leur créateur

Et chantent les sirènes et partent les curieux
Tentés par des chimères et qu'importe le lieu
Courageux ambitieux sur les chemins du sort
Ignorant les étoiles et l'ange qui s'endort

Our lives are boats that the years carry away
On calm oceans or heavy seas
We sail at random and seek our fortune
Ready to fight for the moon

And if the north wind
Were to fill our sails
Would we head for these ports
Where nothing is revealed
But men are so afraid
Of the noise of fury
Of their own pain
And of their creator

Sometimes we drift on yesterday's currents
Eyes full of horizons full of frontiers
From our wounded furrows we return empty-handed
And this time that doubles us after the last wrinkle

And if the north wind
Would fill our sails
Would we head for these ports
Where nothing is revealed
But men are so afraid
Of the noise of fury
Of their own pain
And of their creator

Our lives are ships that are constantly being broken
Poor sailors stranded without a distress signal
Ridiculous castaways on poor reefs
We drown in a glass drinking our pride

And if the north wind
Would fill our sails
Would we head for these ports
Where nothing reveals itself
But men are so afraid
Of the noise of fury
Of their own pain
And of their creator

And the sirens sing and the curious depart
Tempted by chimeras and who cares where
Courageously ambitious on the paths of fate
Ignoring the stars and the sleeping angel

© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER Juin 2023

Le vent du nord (Coralie NAZABAL - Jonathan MARTEEL & JIM) TRANSLATED

written by Kurdt Kobain
with a little help from my friend Nettamoon.........cheers for having a listen

All Apologies (Nirvana)

Texte Français et Gogle translate

LA PHOTO

Pour la photo rapproches-toi,
Main sur le dos, donnes moi le bras.
Dans un sourire fixons la page
Et pas se dire, c’est un passage….

Beau ce cliché il est vivant,
Nos yeux brouillés en disent tant.
On y respire et çà se voit,
Tant de plaisir à être là.

Sur ce bristol tout en couleurs,
Marque l’envol d’un grand bonheur.
Dans ces images si belles en soi
Font un passage qu'on oublie pas,

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Je regarde les rêves lointains,
Sans prendre garde on y revient,
Et toute la peine surgit si vite,
Quand les « on s’aime » prennent la fuite.

,Alors dis-moi que cette photo,
Elle restera comme le plus beau.
Qu’encore loin et même vieux
Ce papier peint sera nous deux.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…

Et pas du souvenir,,,

THE PHOTO

For the photo come closer,
Hand on your back, give me your arm.
With a smile let's stare at the page
And not to say to oneself, it is a passage….

Beautiful this shot it is alive,
Our blurred eyes say so much.
We breathe there and it shows,
So much fun to be there.

On this colorful bristol,
Marks the flight of great happiness.
In these images so beautiful in themselves
Make a passage that we don't forget,

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

I look at distant dreams,
Without taking heed we come back to it,
And all the pain arises so quickly,
When the "we love each other" run away.

So tell me that this photo,
She will remain as the most beautiful.
That still far and even old
This wallpaper will be the two of us.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...

And no memory,,,

LA PHOTO (Chanson Française)

3 hour flip.
Original Track - https://youtu.be/LhIqWhnC7qc?si=apZyInlW8ZHAJJQP
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming

Loop Diggers Sunday Roulette Challenge 129 Gino's Diary Trk 1 - H I D E

Pic art by Nelson Masinde

This is the second part of this story . 
After "Finding peace", then "Turning the page"

Je Tourne La Page (Turning the page)

Words/Music by Netta&McGill
Available on Spotify, YouTube, iTunes and other music streaming platforms.

———

I’ll be longing

The day is over, the pace dialed down to slow
On the sky above me, the stars begin to show
Jupiter there with its beautiful moons
Mars over there, red fiery gloom 

As I look through my fingers at Orion’s belt
I swear it was your presence I just felt
Knowing with certainty, i don’t have to tell
That you can see the same stars as well

And so it is my love, so it is …could it be any better
And ill be longing

A gentle breeze makes me heave for breath
I turn to see something bright in the west
For a second I see a smile on your face
Before I realize it’s just the evening haze

How tiny our silhouettes are under the sky 
It’s as if we never met and had to say goodbye
But through this words and a simple little song
I’ll see you soon, don’t you know
It won’t be long

And so it is my love so it is
Could it be any better
So it is my love so it is
Come with me and be a part of this
And so it is my love so it is
Could it be any better

So it is my love so it is
And ill be longing
And ill be longing
And ill be longing
And ill be longing

I'll Be Longing

Ronrons Rêveurs

Enjoy the BRAND NEW single from Shock the Algorithm, "RAMONA".
Taken from the forthcoming debut album (Slated to be released mid-2024).
Go grab it digitally via #bandcamp y'all>>> https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/

Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGvWZ_Gp7Ao&ab_channel=ShockTheAlgorithm

(p) & (c) 2023, All rights reserved.
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lyrics:
Ramona? is this what u really wanna?
Is this the life you have always dreamed of?
Listen your heart and go on!

Ramona? you gotta fight for what u really wanna
maybe you're the new madona
a mother, an actor in "Lavapies"

You don't need to get scared, don't be afraid you're almost there
these bright lights, the diamonds on your dress

Forget the past and make it last, we are getting old you gotta move fast
the whole universe is almost on your feet

Rock and Roll Kills

Ramona

هَارُوْت وَمَارُوْت
the fallen angels
produced & performed by guillaume & naldo

cover art by naldo with firefly

Les Anges Déchus

A little symphonic, not especially danceable, but hopefully charming. A duet of digital synths.

Righteous Mayhem

there's is a lot that is wrong and a lot to be done. It won't happen if we don't do it. learn from the past.don't repeat mistakes.the world is the same anywhere you go. Differences among people are exaggerated insignificant quirks twisted by those who want to remain in power. we are all more alike than different


lyric

in the time that's left to me ,let me touch what's left to feel
in the time that's left to me, through the dim light let me see
I never needed to travel the globe cause the world always came to me

cause the sun,the moon, the rain the snow are constant everywhere
people laugh, people cry,people hope and people fear
nothing's different from here to there
it's all the same,nothing to fear

when will we learn that we have the power to turn dark into light
to feed the hungry and cloth the cold
with no damage to our body or danger to our soul

our lives are short but our legacy is long
the past must be our guide through the night to the dawn
so we can touch what must be touched
so we can see what must be seen
and not stay locked alone in ourselves for our tiny eternity

make a difference

The Cliffs of Moher form a famous cliff coast in Ireland. They are located on the west coast of Ireland's main island in County Clare near the towns of Doolin and Liscannor. 
Height: 155 m (509 ft)

Les Falaises de Moher forment une célèbre côte de falaises en Irlande. Elles se trouvent sur la côte ouest de l'île principale irlandaise, dans le comté de Clare, près des localités de Doolin et Liscannor.
Hauteur: 155 m (509ft)
Production: Lillithe

Journey To The Cliffs Of Moher

these are short songs ,poems more than musical songs really,that are meant to emphasize the lyrics that address what I think are critical issues for all of us : our relationship to each other/the planet/ourselves.. so please have a listen and let me know your thoughts. nothing fancy/cell phone recordings/take care be safe
I am now on Spotify.com ,Apple music,U-tube,Deezer as Dave Scamurra .please visit

make a difference

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