Criant d’émotions cette chanson mon cher Alain.  On ressent la sincérité dans tes paroles.

Un texte très positif sur une très belle musique, à méditer tous les jours lorsque l'on pique vers le bas, excellent !

Fantastic vocal performance,  Chapeau Alain.

Au risque de me répéter, Alain, c'est une composition fantastique. Des paroles qui donnent à réfléchir, rendues encore plus puissantes par ta voix merveilleuse. Superbe, mon ami !

BELIEVE IN A SAFE WAY OUT OF THE STORM

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NADA  / NOTHING

He pensado en la muerte  /  I've thought about death
y en lo que habrá detrás.  /  and what will be behind.
Puede que no haya nada,  /  It may be nothing,
¿te has parado a pensar?  /  have you stopped to think?

Nada, nada... nada.  /  Nothing, nothing... nothing.

Nada, nada, nada ni siquiera aire,  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing not even air,
nada, nada, nada que pueda tocarse,  /  nothing, nothing, nothing you can touch.
Nada, nada, nada que tocar ni respirar.  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing to touch nor breathe.

Nada, nada, ni una idea ni un deseo,  /  Nothing, nothing, neither an idea nor a desire,
nada, nada, ningún miedo ni silencio,  /  nothing, nothing, no fear or silence,
nada, nada, nada nada se puede escuchar.  /  nothing, nothing, nothing nothing can be heard.
...
Nada, nada, no esperes encontrarte  /  Nothing, nothing, don't expect finding
nada, nada, no puedes imaginarte  /  nothing, nothing, you cannot imagine
nada, nada, nada, no te entra en la razón.  /  nothing, nothing, it doesn't fit your mind.

ER18PB06 - ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Nada (He pensado en la muerte)

Yandel VS Mavado (Dramantic Remix)

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)

WHICH WAY TO GO
(c) JunkHeap Jan 02  2023

A song about making life choices.  Make a choice that you think will work out, and then it doesn't; need to change ones plans; and sometimes other choices work out without a hitch.

WHICH WAY TO GO
(c) JunkHeap Jan 02 2023

Traffic light; take a left here; signal right, 
I think I know which way to go.
Merge in fast, the zoomin' fast lane, 
hoping for a slow country road,
but nothings in sight.

Which way to go.
Which way.

Always a choice, was it right, 
only time will tell with some assessing.
Layer and repair when things don't work out,
cuz you can't start again.

<Keys break>

Sometimes everyday selections,
turn into corrections;
Domino effect; unexpected conundrums.
...but then life starts to hit the right sail.
Get it right, things start to flow.
 
Which way to go.
Which way.

outro.

Which Way To Go

We hope that you like this new collaboration. This song really needed some magic in the middle sections and Jorg kindly provided a sensational Sax solo!! 
Please go over to Jorg's page and listen to more of his fantastic music.   @joerxworx

 Sax solo by Jorg
 Final mix by Jorg
 Vocals Lyrics and music by Vocalatti
(c) 2024

STORM   (Ft Jorg Stohwasser )  "Joerxworx"

Texte Français et Google Translate

CROYONS EN NOUS

Un peu de sens bien réaliste
Quand on y pense, tout çà existe
Cacher ses maux, ne pas les vivre
Regarder haut  çà nous enivre.
Un peu d’amour, rien qu’une larme
Se faire des jours posant les âmes
Seront t’ils beaux, fera t’il sombre ?
Dans chaque haut, il y’a une ombre.
Un peu d’argent juste ce qu’il faut
C’est indécent d’en avoir trop
Les coins de rue montrent la misère
Des homme perdus sans rien y faire.

Croyons en nous, croyons-y fort
Voyons le bout, et puis d'abord
Restons debout, au mauvais sorts
Pas à genoux, une fois encore.
Dans un mal fou prenant nos corps
Prendre des coups sans avoir tord
Pensons à nous une fois encore.
Un point c'est tout et puis alors.

Un peu de rêve, des brins d’espoirs
Que rien n’achève pour mieux y croire
De l’utopie plus que raison
Entendre oui plutôt que non.
Un peu de chance, des coups de pot
Quand çà avance sont jamais trop
Un p'tit bonheur c'est bon à prendre
Et le meilleur c'est beau à rendre.
Un peu d'oubli sur l'importance
Prendre la vie comme elle avance
A chaque trou il faut remplir
Et jusqu’au bout bien se le dire.

Croyons en nous...

LET'S BELIEVE IN OURSELVES

A bit of realistic meaning
When you think about it, it all exists
Hide your pain, don't live with it
Looking up high intoxicates us.
A little love, just a tear
Have days resting the souls
Will they be beautiful, will it be dark?
In every top, there is a shadow.
A little money just enough
It's indecent to have too much
Street corners show misery
Men lost without doing anything about it.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves
Let's see the end, and then first
Let's stay standing, bad luck
Not on your knees, again.
In a crazy evil taking over our bodies
Take blows without being wrong
Let us think of ourselves once again.
Period, that's all, so what.

A little dream, a bit of hope
That nothing ends to better believe it
Utopia more than reason
Hear yes rather than no.
A little luck, pot shots
When things progress, there are never too many
A little happiness is good to take
And the best part is beautiful.
A little forgetting about the importance
Take life as it goes
Each hole must be filled
And until the end, say it to yourself.

Let's believe in ourselves...

A little peace would be good
But we don't know what tomorrow is
A white flag slung over one shoulder
By slandering all the troubles.
A little emotion, which takes to the heart
Heat the cold for the best
Can do good in the spirit
Because for everyone nothing is written.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves

CROYONS EN NOUS

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I Never Cease To Be Amazed At The Strange Clouding Of Human Minds

lets be friends

I wrote this forty years ago as part of the "Scenes of St. Francis" small-town song anthology and thought it might be fun to post as fall is winding down but before the Christmas season gets into full swing.  St. Francis, Kansas is a little prairie town nestled in a shallow river valley and has an abundance of trees, mostly cottonwoods, but a few hardwoods that stand out especially in the fall. And with the trees was an abundance of squirrels always playing chase or hide and seek when they weren't getting into mischief.  They needed a song, and with my daughters being so young, I wanted to make it in the form of a children's song that they could sing along to.  As adult women, they still like to sing along when they hear it which is a good thing since my own singing voice has largely depleted with age.  But it is a nice reminder that once upon a time I could sing:) Rescued and remixed from an old but faithful cassette tape.

Squirrel Song lyrics:
Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
Haven't got a care in the world.
Playing hide and seek 'round an old tree trunk,
I'm talking 'bout my friend the squirrel.

Gathering nuts is a way of life,
But even they know when to play,
And though winter's coming before too long,
They still live life day by day.
Chorus:
Just let their antics entertain you,
From a high-wire act to a tree-top stunt or two,
There's not a dull moment when you see them around,
There's fun wherever they're found.

Instrumental hums then repeat chorus

Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
They have something we need to learn;
That a happy life is made of work and play
When each one gets a turn.

Squirrel Song (from Scenes of St. Francis)

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Fest

Watching Simpsons on Twitch reminds me of the Foxtel/FOX8 days.

Watchin' Simpsons

Story time. February seems to bring out my dark side.  Here we have a very bad man about to have his sentence fulfilled. In it, he will receive his final "song". The same "song" that his victims received. 

Lyrics;
Piper
I pay the Devil's dues
This Piper's lost the tune
Like the many souls who sang my song
I leave this world too soon

I'm not seeking mercy
Not asking to be saved
I'm not looking for forgiveness
For deeds deemed depraved

The doctor stands beside me
His hand rests on my head
Strapped in, I can not move
As I lay upon the bed

The singers sang the Piper's song
And I set those voices free
I was writing songs days one and two
And I played them on day three

Now bring your music doctor
I look forward to your tune
Inject me with a melody
'til my beating heart's consumed
Not quite a requiem
But I accept this honorarium
For the music that I gave them
The music moving through me
From my shoulders to my hands
I feel the final chorus
Banishing the damned

Darkness overcomes me
I receive the Devil's kiss
No sight or sound or focus
As I sink through the abyss

I pay the Devil's dues
This Piper's lost his song
Yet beating in the darkest hearts
The Piper's music carries on

The Piper

Hiya Listeners,

Here's another unpretentious, rough n ready, yet wistful and gentle  Improvisation for you.

ilio and i improvised this piece right around the time ilio's dear friend and octogenarian artist David Reid passed away.

David was a multi-talented artist, jeweler, gardener, father, husband, and much more throughout his life. He lived on Saturna Island over last 20 years of creativity.

When we listened back on the music we'd improvised and recorded on our  Stereo Zoom Mic, ilio sensed that we should call it 'A Song for David'.
I heartily agreed, and so we have.

May it capture even a little of the wide and creative swath he cut through life while incarnate here on our amazing planet.


I am on my Kawai Electric Piano, and  ilio is playing his acoustic Classical Guitar

May you Relax, Unwind and enJOY what transpired!

© Gary Courtland-Miles & ilio bertolami 2025
℗  Gary Courtland-Miles & ilio bertolami 2025
on Saturna Island B.C., Canada

Release date:
March 3rd 2025

A Song for David

Ein Fenster in der Dunkelheit,
Gedanken tanzen im Schein vergangener Träume.
Ein Lied über das, was bleibt,
wenn Liebe zu Erinnerung wird.

🎧 ProDMusicKI – zwischen Poesie und Wahnsinn.

Verblasste Einsamkeit

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Chansons Françaises écrites, composées, arrangées et enregistrées à la maison.
Elles sont toutefois déposées à la SACEM.

CROYONS EN NOUS

Alain GUERIN

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