No dicen nada.

Tremenda balacera hubo en un barrio.
No se si me da el pico pa contarlo.
Hoy dos gorriones miran para arriba
y se ha reunido a tanta comitiva.

Cuendo pasé ya todos lo sabían.
Caídos dos, ninguno se movía.
Al fierro lo encontraron en el carro.
Ya listo pa tirar algun petardo.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada

Sus caras enterradas en el barro.
Algunos dicen que fueron sicarios.
Y otros que  estos pibes ya tenían
alguna vaina con la policia.

Los chicos van llenando sus agujeros.
Con goles en el arco del potrero.
Y saben que la muerte es una espina,
que vive a cada vuelta de la esquina.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada.


Letra y música
Pichy Sotomayor

Master
Santiago Sotomayor

Cancion original 2015

No dicen nada

No Dicen Nada

Intermezzo n°1 - Aube mystique

Snapdragon

curieux l'évolution de ce morceau : d'abord une simple mélodie aux pianos électriques et à la flute, puis un climat très différent avec les voix et la batterie  ( pour agiter un peu la mélancolie, mais qui reste malgré moi bien collée au fond : on ne se refait pas!)

conversations en bord de nuit

Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2025, all rights reserved. Thank you so much for listening :) 
Original picture by https://www.pexels.com/de-de/foto/monochrome-fotografie-von-menschen-die-hande-schutteln-814544/

I´ll Be There


I was struck by an article in the Guardian 10 years ago about a woman who used to hang out and work with the Rolling Stones in the 60s and the article was about adapting to old age while having nostalgia for such a potent time in her life. For this recording I had to change one word - 70 to 80. Musically it needed to be rhythmic but melancholic: something you got from major and minor seventh songs in the mid 70s as disco kicked in



YESTERDAY’S PEOPLE

Yesterday’s people used to party, party, party
Yesterday’s people were so cool so cool so cool

There was a girl her skin so fresh and fine
There was a guy as smooth as a dark red wine
They were out there in a happening era
Face to face so close and nearer
Photogenic and oh so bold
But that generation has all grown old

In 69 it was crazy zany time
In London town all that music going down
Young people travelling - free love happening
Beautiful people philosophizing
Mary Jane twilight in the Mediterranean
That generation they’ve all grown old

If you’re talking to an 80 year old guy
Remember he - was Mr cool way back in time
Try to imagine the face much younger
The yearning soul hormonal hunger
Suite Judy blue eyes young people dancing
That generation they’ve all grown old


Yesterdays People

Inspired by the  letter from Albert Einstein to his daughter   (Universal Force of Love)

Love is… (lyrics)

Love is gravity, love is a
Force that unfolds and reveals; 
Love is gravity, love is light

Love is gravity, 
it makes some people feel attracted. 

Love is gravity  power, Love force
unfolds and reveals
Love is day and night

Love is gravity

Another isolated track of a previously uploaded tune, in this case the strings section. Here's a link to the original full piano & strings version, with the description.
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/lives-of-our-days-piano-strings

And here's a cool version where the talented 'Big Al From the Grove'  added some sweet guitar to the strings:
https://soundcloud.com/user-543408605/lives-of-our-days

More goodies in the "ISOLATED TRACKS" playlist:
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/sets/isolated-tracks

lives of our days (ISOLATED string section)

Sorry folks,I posted this public accidentally because I hadn't finished tweaking. The track my change a bit in the coming days!

I see you coming after me
Always playing dirty
Your single mission in this life
Is to try to hurt me

You make me really want to hate you all the way
In my head under my skin
Everything you say

Too hot to handle but I can't let go
I'm afraid what you may be
I'm a rabbit in the headlights you know
You'll be the death of me

You make me really want to hate you all the way
In my head under my skin
Everything you say

Fire in your eyes no disguise
Going for my throat
You'll never be satisfied
Til you take everything I own

Everything You Say

"Everything seems an echo of something else.

And when, by the hair, the headsman held up the head
Of Mary of Scots, the lips kept on moving,
But without sound.  The lips,
They were trying to say something very important.

But I had forgotten to mention an upland
Of wind-tortured stone white in darkness, and tall, but when
No wind, mist gathers, and once on the Sarré at midnight,
I watched the sheep huddling.  Their eyes
Stared into nothingness.  In that mist-diffused light their eyes
Were stupid and round like the eyes of fat fish in muddy water,
Or of a scholar who has lost faith in his calling.

Their jaws did not move.  Shreds
Of dry grass, gray in the gray mist-light, hung
From the side of a jaw, unmoving.

You would think that nothing would ever again happen."

-Robert Penn Warren

Artwork by George Wesley Bellows: "Dance at Insane Asylum" (1907)

lives of our days (ISOLATED string section)

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