Songwriter : David Gates \ ISWC : T-070.066.390-6
Publisher : Kipahulu Music Co
Released : July 1972
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Vocal : Anh
(Recorded in 2005)
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The Guitar Man - Cover (Bread)

Plantagenet Blues - early mix [FLU101M0]

This is a song for anyone who has ever lost someone they were taking care of. 

Hospital

I saw the knife
And I pulled it out
The side
Her blood was cold
But I fixed what 
I could find
When I laid down
Someone else was
Next in line

This on and on
Has me falling
Every time

Fall into the places
You forgot before
Dare to lose
Everything you’ve
Held on for
You will fear
What isn't really
Here anymore
Isn't here anymore
Isn't here anymore 

She was a mom
Who worked many
Jobs and times
She only saw 
Her little ones
Asleep at night
She was too kind
That's why they
Die every time

This on and on
Has me falling
Every time

Fall into the places
You forgot before
Dare to lose
Everything you’ve
Held on for
You will fear
What isn't really
Here anymore
Isn't here anymore
Isn't here anymore

Bless this truth
in every shade
That’s mine alone
To make the braid
That twists around
This tired nape
And to the dark that
Knows my face
Into the dark
That knows
I’m game
To take a leap
Against the grain
To fall unseen
For lives in pain
To stand between
Your life in vain

So I sit
Listening to every word
As we have shared
Every burden 
Once returned
I fall into places
I forgot before
See you there
When we meet
Beyond the door


Hospital

This Life Is Short (G. Di Nunno)

Wasting life and know the cost is steep
A slave to habits, sinking deep
Dust collected, dreams and plans were made
Forgot the spots they last were laid.

This life is short
Catch the solid blow
Throwing time away
Soon you come to know.
This life is short
Littered landscapes swell
What you can't get back
Drips inside a well.

Seems things are the same every day
The boring routine, all are alike
What would you do if you had your way?
Could you name them or apply them?

Sit in traffic on your way to work
Dinner, clean-up, television, sleep
Weekend catch-up, then the Sunday blues
Asking yourself is this all there is?

Spoken part:
Seneca said: "it's not that we have a short time to live,
but that we waste a lot of it."
Am I going through an existential crisis?
I feel I'm wasting time
Wasting
Life is so short
Only so much time
A crisis I must defeat
I want to go on.

Want to sit and watch the world unfold
And to do all those things that we used to do
Want to do much more before we're old
A different outlook, better view. 

This life is short
Grabbing all that's left
Sending off the stress
Clean the mental mess.
This life is short
Pull the joy from past
Place it on the now
Living all that's left.

All lyrics, composition, and performance by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2024.

#6. This Life Is Short

J'déprime   (Translation after the French text )

Texte      : Hedi Maindor
Chant     :  DidWilcops
Musique : Alain Illos

J’ai c’qu’on appelle du vague à l’âme
Une dérive passagère
Avec le cœur au bord des larmes
Et dans les yeux un peu d’hiver
S’il ne faut pas que je m’alarme
Me disent tant d’amies sincères
Et si mon mal n’est pas un drame
Faut pas le prendre à la légère 


Rien ne m’attire ni ne m’enflamme
Dans cette vie trop ordinaire
Où plus j’avance et plus je rame
Navigatrice solitaire
En dépression je fais mes grammes
Le chocolat les somnifères
Les bourre et bourre et ratatam
A la lumière du frigidaire

J’déprime, j’déprime
C’est pas ma vie, c’est pas mon film 
J’ai pas signé pour ce nanar
J’déprime, j’déprime
C’est pas ma vie, c’est pas mon dream
Faut pas en faire toute une histoire 


La nuit je triche avec mes charmes 
Sur un « meetic »  point fr.
Que hantent tant de jolies dames
A l’aventure d’un partenaire
Et là je suis sans état d’âme
Avec des hommes sans mystère
Leur appétit de macadam
Réveille en moi un goût pervers

 
J’ai c’qu’on appelle du vague à l’âme
Une dérive suicidaire
Avec le corps qui se désarme
Et dans le nez un petit verre
Sous les regards qui me blâment
Des conventions je me libère
Je ris je pleure et je me damne 
Toutes mes amies se désespèrent


A l’hôpital patiente et calme
Je me retrouve un soir d’hiver
Quittant la vie sans faire de drame
On m’a posé un cathéter
Bientôt la mort mais non Madame 
Me crie l’urgentiste en colère
Il vous faut un supplément d’âme
Et moi je suis célibataire



I'm depressed

I've got what's called a "vague à l'âme "
A momentary drift
With my heart on the verge of tears
And in my eyes a little winter
If I shouldn't be alarmed
So many sincere friends tell me
And if my pain is not a drama
Don't take it lightly 

Nothing attracts or inflames me
In this too ordinary life
Where the further I go the more I row
Lonely sailor
In depression I do my grams
Chocolate and sleeping pills
The stuffing and stuffing and ratatam
By the light of the fridge


I'm depressed, I'm depressed
It's not my life, it's not my movie 
I didn't sign up for this
I'm depressed, I'm depressed
It's not my life, it's not my dream
Don't make a big deal out of it 

At night I cheat with my charms 
On a “meetic” dot fr.
Haunted by so many lovely ladies
In search of a partner
And there I'm with no qualms
With men without mystery
Their appetite for tarmac
Awakens a perverse taste in me

I've got what's called a vague à l'âme
A suicidal drift
With my body disarmed
And a little drink in my nose
Under glances that blame me
I free myself from convention
I laugh I cry and I damn myself 
All my friends despair

In the hospital, patient and calm
I find myself on a winter's evening
Leaving life without drama
They put in a catheter
Soon to die, but no, Madame 
An angry emergency doctor shouts at me
You need a little extra soul
And I'm a bachelor

J'déprime avec Did Wilkops

Purple Candy Smile

There's strange. And then there's weird. And then there's Sun Ra. Imagine, if you can or will, a 27-piece (or thereabouts) atonal anarchic jazz ensemble (the Arkestra) featuring at various times a bassoon played with a trumpet mouthpiece, African dancers, and a fire-eater. Imagine further that this assemblage and its man-of-mystery leader could actually make this stuff accessible and enjoyable! 
That was Sun Ra. Those of us in Philly knew him a bit better than other places, for he lived here (cheaper to drive the band to gigs in NYC than to live there, some things haven't changed) in a big old house in the Germantown section. From what I heard the house was as unorthodox as its resident maestro. If he'd been white nobody would have hesitated to call it a commune.
You don't "cover" an artist like Ra, all you can do is let his interplanetary anarchy react with the portions of your soul akin to it, and be prepared to abandon all preconceptions while recording and mixing the results. Just so have I done. A ton of saxes, several clarinets of various registers, flute stand-ins: piano, organ, a little synth, and the bass: and my dozen-odd African percussion section. If I were doing this live, even with a band of multi-instrumentalists, I'd need a band the size of the Arkestra itself.
Sun Ra passed on in 1993 to wherever self-professed Saturnians go when they depart this plane: but longterm saxman Marshall Allan has kept the Arkestra running. Go here for the latest: sunraarkestra.com  The site contains NO COOKIES! Clearly good developments in more than music are at work here!

It's After the End of the World (Sun Ra)

The latest from Texas Tea.  Terry had come up with this sunshiney track a while ago and recently redid a few things.  I jumped in and added the counter melody guitar lines and Terry mixed and produced it all.  Static Glow


check out the Texas Tea playlist here:  https://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman/sets/texas-tea-sea

Static Glow - w/ Tea R. Sea.  A Texas Tea Production

A second cup of coffee				T + M Otto Scharbau Dez 2020
The world is crazy. I’m also crazy sometimes. People destroy others and themselves. 
A few people decide to make war to kill thousands, millions, soon perhaps the whole world with the power of modern weapons 
What can I do? Becoming depressive? Be paralyzed?

No, I drink my second cup of coffee and look, what is to do in that nice world with nice people, most of them are.


Intro  E A E E B E 


E..............A.......................E................................A.......................E
I drink a second cup of coffee and I drink a second cup of love
   
E.......................A.......................E................................A.......................E
Yes I drink a second cup of coffee and I drink a second cup of love

E..........................A...................E........................   B..................................E
And when the world is going to the end  I`ll drink a second cup of coffee

 E........................A....................E............................B......................A...........E
And when the world is going to the end   I`ll drink a second cup of love

E..........................A....................E........................B...................................E
And when the world is going to the end  I`ll drink a second cup of coffee

 E........................A....................E............................B......................A........E
And when the world is going to the end   I`ll drink a second cup of love

 1x repeat		


> instrumentals , above repeat > fine    
    
 
fine:
E.....B.........C		
I`ll drink a second cup of

B............C		
drink a second cup, Yes I`ll 

B............C.......................A......E		
drink a second cup of love

2nd cup of coffee

Cast of Characters:

David Marconi — @david-marconi-917184705 — electric guitar, bass, foundation synth plus midi percussion and assorted traditional voices, production, mix, and composition
Elpiverse — @elpiverse — Elpi -- vocals, vocal composition and production
Ron Lewis — @ron-lewis-779503933 — synth
TexMex Shaman -- @texmex-shaman –Stephen– sitar and mastering
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- synth flute and ambient synth
Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark – talking drum, jaw harp
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – 5-string fretless bass
AliasZen (Elpi's husband) — artwork (created with the help of AI)

This song began with David, who wrote it on the guitar, synth, and bass over a programmed beat he created. He and Josh met more than two months ago and decided to do a collaboration, based on mutual enjoyment of and respect for each other's music. Dave had this song pretty much fleshed out, although it was still a skeleton when he offered it to Josh, who, of course, got the rest of the Eclectic Collective involved.

Dave asked us all to compose our own parts for the song, so we all got to work right away doing that. We all realized that the first order of business would be to get a real beat on this, so Ken accomplished that task with some dynamic, Eastern inspired drums and percussion, which he plays throughout the song. JJ then stepped in and added his best eastern flute magic. Stephen was next with the perfect-vibe sitar you hear in the first two sections.

Josh came next to add his five-string fretless bass to the mix, augmenting David's high, staccato bass with his deep, low tone bass. Then, for the third section, where David's Gilmore-esque guitar solo resides, Josh drops out, allowing for Dave's awesome bass playing in that section. However, Josh does come in again towards the end, in the final section, too. Also, in that section, Tez dropped an augmented, harmonic, electric fire, complementary guitar part. Then, David's frequent collaborator and friend Ron added some well blended, ethereal synth to the first section, too.

Once we had the instrumental parts pretty much laid down, we began to discuss getting a woman to sing on this, as David was inspired by The Great Gig in the Sky, by Pink Floyd, and we all agreed. Who we found to do it actually blew all of our minds. JJ, being familiar with her music, contacted Elpi first, and we were all lucky enough that she agreed to do it. Having heard Mediterranean music all her life in Greece, she tapped into what her husband said were her "ancient Greek roots," for her spectacular vocal performance. She finds all the modal notes and places them perfectly throughout her sections.

But before we were done, Mark came through with some really striking talking drum parts in the first two sections, too. Once we had everything in the can, David took over, both with some masterful editing and production, and with the balanced, dynamic mix. The mix was a formidable task, but he did it with considerable skill, also taking everyone's opinions into account, which is a talent in and of itself. When he was done with the mix, he turned it over to Stephen for the mastering, which the latter did to everyone's satisfaction, as always.

This is the first song the Eclectic Collective has done with David, Elpi, and Ron, and we all hope it's the first of many, as we welcome them into the EC family. They all have some wonderful music on their pages, too, so do yourself a favor and check out all of them, as well. We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

The Siege (by David Marconi, featuring Elpiverse, Ron Lewis & The Eclectic Collective)

the one true and only God is Jesus Christ almighty

The Siege (by David Marconi, featuring Elpiverse, Ron Lewis & The Eclectic Collective)

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