@juswel: Original Bed composition, bass, drums and guitars
@elephantpr: Vocals, lyrics and Backing vocals
@gotchi Orchestration and Horn Section
Concept, production and Mix by conover
© 2018 Conover/Labarca/Welin
Mastered at Abbey Road Studio by Alex Gordon
www.abbeyroad.com/engineer/alex-gordon
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Hazy mornings with you
Everything’s gone downhill

We’ll cruise through the stars
Just making up together
This beautiful collision

I know you know I’d do anything
Cause you care and I do
You and I so beautifully collide
This beautiful collision
This beautiful collision

Just a last time then I’ll disappear
All of our tainted years

We’ll cruise through the stars
Just making up together
This beautiful collision

I know you know I’d do anything
You care and I do
You and I so beautifully collide
This beautiful collision
This beautiful collision
This beautiful collision
This beautiful collision

Mastered at Abbey Road Studio by Alex Gordon
www.abbeyroad.com/engineer/alex-gordon

The Conover

Beautiful Collision Conover/Labarca/Welin/Gotchi

Composition : Thierry Mfe
Mixage : Guillaume Gaudioso
Mode : 
Time Signature : 5/8  6/8

Jango

Message From Heaven

Whole - Tone Surf

A few things to say. I composed this song in 1982, fresh from reading of 'War and Peace'. Now I find a certain youthful verbiage in the lyrics, the song (naked and raw) has a 70s style. The recording of voice and guitar (live) is a few years old, rather sloppy, with bad mixing and excessive application of echo in some places.
To try to rescue it from its obvious banality, and to hide some of the errors and flaws, I've been arranging it these days using some vocal sampling as well, hoping to make it somewhat interesting.

Cover image: Louis-François Lejeune, "Visiting a Bivouac on the Eve of the Battle of Austerlitz, 1st December 1805" (1808). Musée de l’Histoire de France, Versailles.

English lyrics (rough translation)

The French counted the stars under Austerlitz
there had never seen so many fires lit in just one night
memories suspended in the winter, as cold as their hands
they had never been so pale, so skinny and far away
the emperor was dreaming or perhaps not sleeping
a woman he was waiting for in that night 
a war that was not waiting for him

the soldiers sang the cannons were silent
inside the chariots at the bottom of the plain 
the stars chased each other
the emperor drank, drank or maybe got drunk
a woman killed that night
a woman who smiled
the drunken emperor was looking
at that woman he did not know
Paris shrouded in a circle of smoke that was moving away

Paris woman dressed in black
Paris bride then already withered
Paris daughter of old Europe
Paris already betrayed
Paris bride dressed in dark
Paris woman then already grown up
Paris daughter of old Europe
Paris already lost

The French counted the wounded under Austerlitz
there had never seen so crosses hung in just one night
Suspended fragments of anger, hot as their hands
they had never been so pale, so alone and far away
the emperor was sleeping now he was dreaming
a woman who appeared that night 
a war that resembled him

the soldiers were silent the cannons smoked
in the hearts and at the bottom of the plain the voices hid 
the emperor drank, he drank now he got drunk
a woman he loved on that night
that woman frightened him
the drunken emperor was looking
that woman he recognised
Paris at the centre of a circle of light that drew closer

Paris woman dressed in white
Paris young frightened bride
Paris mother of new Europe
Paris already betrayed
Paris bride dressed in white
Paris woman then already grown up
Paris mother of new Europe
Paris already lost

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Music and lyrics by Michele Ansani (1982).
Posted on Soundcloud: 2024, July 2.

Austerlitz *

Rockazul

Je cherche un sens

Je Cherche Un Sens - 23 - 07 - 16

the wordplay makes sense in UK

PS
The Cobbled Moth does not feel represented by any political party and does not align with any ideology. 

Mamma was an aggressor 
With step daddies mean
They drove him into a nicer place
Now he wants to be clean 
He's got nothing left
Nothing left 
Labour isn't here anymore 
Got nothing left nothing left
Someone better show that that boy he's not alone
Dehumanised without credit 
In the social matriarchy 
He's far too aggressive 
He's going down and I know just what the judge means
He's got nothing left
Nothing left 
Labour isn't here anymore 
He's got nothing left nothing left
Someone better show that that boy he's not alone
There's always a way out though
A new purpose to find
Other perspectives different meaning
His fathers embraced the grind
He's got nothing left
Nothing left 
Labour isn't here anymore 
He's got nothing left nothing left
Someone better show that that boy he's not alone

Nothing Left (rough)

09.11.2024 Empty Voice

🤔👨🏻‍🦳👱🏻‍♂️🧔🏻⁂©All Rights Reserved 11-2024
©Lyrics & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: WOO, WHO...
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LYRICS:
VS1) Cosmic Daddy can ye hand me over some succulent man candy? Just want to enjoy some sweet cheek that makes me feel so fleek.
VS2) Just let me unwrap, have a tap, & feel the warmth. I don't even need to request a hot hearth or have him in the bath. Outside will do.
(CHORUS) Let him be the sort of man that knows how to break the grind & have peace of mind. Ignite love like a roaring fire & enjoy the quiet life... once in a while.
(OUTRO) I only need you to point the direction to where he aligns with what we both want to do. Looking forward...too.
Oh, for that special one that I got my eye on, who can only do. Ooh, ooh. MM. Woo. Who?

Daddy, Give Me Man Candy

Woo, Who...

From distant shores, across the sea,
The Pirates of Seas and Stars have come,
With twinkling eyes and spirits bright,
Bringing tidings of holiday fun.
 
Yo-ho-ho The black flag flies,
Yo-yo-ho-ho  the cannons boom, Ahoy!
 
From Seas and Stars, they make their way,
The Corsairs bring a magic day!
With gifts and wonders, rare and bright,
They fill the season with delight!
 
A scratch or dent, you might perceive,
But trust the Corsairs, they'll never deceive.
These gifts will work, they make the vow,
Once they're used, well..
who knows now
 
Yo-ho-ho treasures grand,
Yo-yo-ho-ho  Don't miss the deals, Ahoy!
 
From Seas and Stars, they make their way,
The Corsairs bring a magic day!
With gifts and wonders, rare and bright,
They fill the season with delight!
 
So step right up, and don't delay,
Or feel the sting of Corsair's sway!
We're legitimate, we play it straight,
(Unless, of course, ye make us wait!)
 
Yo-ho-ho toys galore,
Yo-yo-ho-ho rich and poor! Ahoy!
 
From Seas and Stars, they make their way,
The Corsairs bring a magic day!
With gifts and wonders, rare and bright,
They fill the season with delight!
  
The stars are right, the wind is fair,
The Corsairs vanish into air...
Until next year, upon the tide,
With wondrous gifts, they'll surely ride!

From Seas And Stars

cold

Guitarist, multi-genre composer, keyboard & bass player (mostly self-taught). Music librarian and philosopher (I am retired now).
Music is new dimension of life.
“That is an artist as I love artists, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art - panem et Circen.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

Message From Heaven

Neno J.