Perspective

Io Credo Che (Je crois que)By L.Dicker

Long before September 11, 2001, there was a September 11, 1950; the birthdate of my wife Terry.  This song started out as a very personal musical portrait of her.  Debra became interested in the track after I sent it to her for collaborative consideration.  The result is something very special for the both of us and we hope you too.  In my playing, I address the intimate side of the song and day. In Debra's playing, she addresses the now much larger meaning of the day for our nation and the world. Ultimately I think what we are saying is that 9/11 is profoundly personal. Each of us, if were old enough to remember, know where we were, what we were doing the day the attacks occurred. The attacks also shook the world, world markets, world travel, and any and all sense of security.   Profound sorrow was draped over our country and any nation that called us friend.  "Stay With Me" is another way of saying "hold me close", "we need each other", and as the track picture suggests "forget me not".    A big "thank you" to Debra for lavishing her talent on this very personal song.    More of her beautiful music can be heard @debra_buesking.

Stay With Me (featuring Debra Buesking, piano)

My current take on this monumental track from the amazing saxophonist Julien Loureau. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_i9G_UvA1XU

Vodoo  House (Julien Loureau)

YOUTUBE CHANNEL: www.youtube.com/user/WrittenForGuitar
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Steadfast (Free Download)

This was made on the occasion of being unexpectedly called back to full time work after some years of delicious semi-retirement.

Why Must We Toil

Piero Caniparo: guitars, guitar synth, mix
Donatella Basilico: vox, keys, drums, lyrics
Feat. Bruno Torre on bass guitar

I ARRIVE

WITH MY SOFT AND ELEGANT WAY TO PROCEED

 AND I'VE LONG AND SHARP TEETH

I'M ELEGANT, THIN AND VERY KIND

I HAVE LONG AND TREMBLING FINGERS,

AGILE AND FRANTIC LIKE INSECTS' ANTENNAE.



YOU WERE SITTING ALONE, LOOKING AT YOUR SOUL,

FLAILING WITHOUT HOPE IN THE PUDDLE OF YOUR LIFE

SHE ARRIVED WITHOUT A SOUND

SHE SEEEMED NOT TO TOUCH THE GROUND

     AND  SITTING BY YOUR SIDE

SHE TALKED WHISPERING TO YOU



HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE TO UNDERSTAND  AND FACE

YOU'LL FIX IN YOUR HEAD, SHE SAID, YOU HAVE BEEN ALWAYS ALONE

FIX IT IN YOUR HEAD , SHE SAID, YOU ARE ALWAYS ALONE


THEN SHE SAT BESIDE YOU,

GENTLY FORCING YOUR DEFENCE

MAKING YOU CONFIDE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOURSELF

YOU FELT GLAD AND THANKFUL FOR THIS

SHE BEGAN TO MOVE ALL YOUR THINGS

AND SLEEPING IN YOUR BED

SHE KEPT ON REPEATING


HOW LONG WILL YOU TAKE TO REALIZE

THERE'S NOBODY BY YOUR SIDE 

'CAUSE YOU'RE ALWAYS ALONE




FINALLY ONE DAY YOU ASKED HER WHAT SHE REALLY WANTED

SHE SHOWED  LONG AND CUTTING TEETH, SHE REVEALED A MONSTRUOUS BITE,

THE SAME INSTANT YOU FELT YOUR CLAWS AND SOMETHING SHARP IN YOUR MOUTH


 ARE YOU STILL INSIDE THERE?

IS STILL YOU INSIDE YOURSELF?

HOW MUCH DID YOU CHANGE

HOW MUCH LINGERS OF YOU FROM THAT TIME?

WHAT LIFE TORE AWAY FROM YOU,                                             

HOW IT CHANGED YOU IN YOUR SHADOW,

ARE YOU STILL ALIVE INSIDE ,

WHAT'S REMAINING OF YOUR SOUL?

YOUR SOUL,YOUR SOUL, YOUR SOUL                                 REPEAT


HEY YOU, IS STILL ME, DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHO I REALLY AM, THEN?

ME  WITH MY TREMBLING FINGERS?

I'M NOT REAL, I'M NOT TOUCHABLE, YOU CAN'T SEE ME, YOU ONLY CAN MAYBE

IN SOME FLEEING FLASH OF YOUR LIFE GRASP SOMETHING OF ME IN A GLIMPSE OF 

AWARENESS.

MY FRIEND, I'M NOTHING ELSE THAN A VOICE, THE VOICE, THE ONE YOU'VE 

ALWAYS KNOWN,

 YOUR VOICE,  YOUR DESTINY, THE TRUTH, THE ONE 

YOU ARE AFRAID OF ,YOUR SOLITUDE, YOUR 

USELESSNESS, YOUR EMPTYNESS, YOU ARE MEANINGLESS, ONLY A PRODUCT

OF CLASHING CELLS

I'M YOUR  DEATH,  YOUR DUST, YOUR END....I'M YOU,  AND YOU ARE ME, JUST YOU AND ME, JUST YOU AND ME, JUST YOU AND ME...........

MY FRIEND, MY FRIEND,MY FRIEND.........

YOU AND ME feat. Bruno Torre on bass guitar

i fell in love.. i don't know if i remember what love is tho.. it's been so long.. #1umbrellapack 

I Fell In Love - Jimmm (Official Audio)

Dear friends, new reports reveal that large ships are cleaning their tanks and releasing large amounts of toxins into the Baltic Sea!
The Baltic Sea is an inland sea with narrow passages for fresh water. Eutrophication and other litter have caused this sea to nearly die! There are many countries that lie by this sea and many rivers release dirty water. Translation into English below.

Östersjön
Strax öster om vårt land det finns ett hav som
lider svårt för människans skull
Vi vill leva så flott utan att börsen den blir tom
och vi vill slänga allt vad vi inte vill ha
på enklaste sätt
det rinner ju ut
och havet tar emot
allt skräpet som sjunker så fint till havets djup

Vi har ett problem, det finns så många
som måste komma överens hur det ska va.
Det är inte så lätt då vissa har det så svårt 
att acceptera att vi måste ändra väg
för att slänga vårt skräp.
Vissa tror det går bra
och att allt det försvinner
bara vi inte ser det, då är allt borta för gott

Vi släpper ut allt från fosfor till giftig metall
som kan lagras i fiskarnas kropp
och då vill ingen äta upp vad detta havet kan ge
och de som lever av vad havet alltid gett
de får sitta still
och de får ingen lön
och fattiga de blir
det är så det blir när havet drar en blek och sista suck 


Approximate translation into English:
Baltic Sea
Just east of our country there is a sea that
suffers severely for the sake of man
We want to live so nicely without the purs running out
and we want to throw away everything we do not want
in the simplest way
it flows out
and the sea receives
all the rubbish that sinks so nicely to the depths of the sea

We have a problem, there are so many
who must agree on how it should be.
It is not so easy as some have it so hard
to accept that we must change course
to throw away our rubbish.
Some think it's going well
that all disappears
as long as we do not see it, then everything is gone for good

We release everything from phosphorus to toxic metal
which can be stored in the body of the fish
and then no one wants to eat what this sea can provide
and those who live by what the sea has always given
they are allowed to sit still
and they get no pay
and poor they become
that's how it is when the sea draws a pale and last sigh

Io Credo Che (Je crois que)By L.Dicker

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