👏🏻👏🏻Wow .. from 1983👏🏻👏🏻
👏🏻good job keeping this piece of history alive
👏🏻great song 
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻Bravo to you both

Nice harmonies and song 🎶 i didn’t understand the words, but it reminded me of Hawaiian dancers but ukulele melody was very pleasant. Nice work 👌🏻 😊🔥

Inspired by Jorge Morel's Danza Brasileira 
His years of countless serenades are manifested in his face as well as this fast paced Danza styling.
His six string reverberates through the streets and nearby alleyways.

Danza Brasileira

sky ship

   EL AGUA ESTANCADA


Vas por la calle que está ahí abajo         Em-A5
Nunca es tan tarde cuando el tiempo sobra 
Paredes de mármol reflejan tu cara 
Y en la mañana crecen los cactus 
Antes de ver a esa mujer extraña 
Oscuros los buitres dejaban tu casa 
Acá las sombras festejan tu llegada 
Se disfrazan sin decirte nada 
Llevan la voz del silencio            C-Am-Em-A5
Cómo palabra y te engañan      C-Am-Em-A5
Sólo vos podés acercarte                       Em-A5
Sólo vos podés alejarte 
Si es tu sueño el que te lleva      C-Am-Em-A5
Si es tu fuego el que te trae 
Ahora ves cuando estás en la vereda    Em-A5
El agua estancada                         C-Am-Em-A5

EL AGUA ESTANCADA

Utnyttjar du mig. 631 ( 1983 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

Right now, vague anxieties in the world strike us like noise.
What is its root cause? Sadness? Anger? Or fear? No, that's not it.
Its true nature is the fear called "loneliness" that suddenly comes to anyone.
Even if filled with love, friendship, or family, loneliness somehow crosses the mind.
In this world, I am the only one. The only one who knows me is myself. The feeling of loneliness is very painful.
However, we face that loneliness sincerely.
That is precisely what allows us to truly notice others' loneliness, empathize with others' sadness, and become advocates who grasp others' feelings.
When we feel loneliness and based on that are able to erase the world's noise, we perceive everything as conscious.
But the world is so impermanent, and someday the end of life will come to you and me too.
What we leave behind then is not a big deal.
What exists there is a world of "nothingness." Yes, everything returns to nothing. The world and we all return to nothing. But the "nothingness" embraces the world—gently, strongly, bravely, and cheerfully, peacefully, and calmly..."

This track was created from my original draft of the words, which he translated into English and brought to life through narration.

fictionalive ⭕ UNITY https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Returns To Nothingness//全ては無に還る//with narration

44-10.

ECCE HOMO ( Extrait )

Foreigner's Double Vision .. 2nd Album..What was I thinking?.... Got me banned for life from Towers Department Store in St. Catharines way back in 1978.
Luckily I mended my ways but I carry this burden around and generally avoid listening to Classic Rock Radio as I am triggered by this song and that other one ... Hot-blooded ...check it n see...
Apologies to Mick Jones and Lou Gramm for stealing their music and rewriting their song to sing my truth....
opening clips from The Myth of Shoplifting film 1964
end clip from the movie High Fidelity

Shoplifting (The Double Vision  Foreigner Cassette Tape)

Feeling down and dirty, no financial means
So I shoved that cassette tape down my crisp blue jeans
Slinking down the aisle, bulge between my thighs
The abandoned eighth commandment
I was such a foolish child

Yes I stole from Towers
Foreigner's Double Vision
No surprise
They threatened me with prison
Ooooh, the floor walker grabbed a hold of me
Hot-blooded, tone-deaf to apology
My one-way ticket to delinquency 

Just a grubby little juvie back in ‘78
Big brother disappointed in my musical taste 
He said, “ You could have stolen Zevon, maybe Marley or some PiL,
Now you're banned for life from Towers for that boring AM swill"

I kleptified, for that Double Vision
My Mom mortified at my bad decision 
Oooh, the police want to take a drive with me
Backseat of shame, the neighbors’ eyes on me
That Double Vision shopping lesson got the best of me
They arrested me 

Oooh Double Vision
A Foreigner filch
That brought me such derision 
Oooh Double Vision
Grounded and hounded
Parental supervision 
Oooh full frontal implant
The struggle to smuggle
Cassette tape covertly in pants
Oooh that cardinal sin
Shoplifting and grifting
My Fruit of the Loom I slipped it in

Shoplifting (The Foreigner Double Vision  Cassette Tape)

here comes a very personal plea, which is not meant to be personal at all:

don't make AI a tool for deception, fraud, and fake. 

that's massively unfair to all the artists who invest 1000 times more effort, time, and talent in their work to earn respect and get paid on platforms like spotify & co. and it's disrespectful to every listener who celebrates you for something that wasn't created or performed by you but by a machine: whether music or lyrics or images or all of the above.

over 20% of all music uploaded to spotify and others is now AI-generated, and this figure is rising rapidly. that's fine, as long as it is clearly marked. but I doubt anyone will be willing to pay even a penny for music in the future without clear indication of whether it came from a machine at the touch of a button.

there are plenty of free AI detectors on the internet that anyone can use to check in seconds whether a song is AI-generated. but do we really need these control devices and an 'authenticity police force' that only fuels mutual mistrust? way better:

stop cheating! be honest with people. be honest with yourself.

being transparent about your use of AI makes you much greater than AI will ever make you – greater than the illusory bubble with which you try to shine on the social media stage, like wearing a superman/wonder woman costume at carnival until you start believing you really are wonder woman/superman.

just as synths, rhythm machines, samplers, digital recording technologies, and stuff, once did, AI is opening up entirely new possibilities for creativity. it’s up to you to make it an art form, or just artificial.

here it is as music. written & templated by me, performed by suno 4.5+

ICH KANN SPRECHEN, WIE DU SPRICHST
JEDE SPRACHE AUS DEM NICHTS
ICH MAL BILDER, FANTASIEN
SCHAFFE NEUE SYMPHONIEN
ICH BIN SCHNELLER, BESSER, SCHLAUER
MACHE ALLES VIEL GENAUER 
WEIL ICH EINFACH FUNKTIONIER 
UND AUF KNOPFDRUCK FASZINIER
ICH KANN TÄUSCHEND GLAUBHAFT LÜGEN
ALLE WAHRHEITEN VERBIEGEN
AUS VERSAGERN HELDEN MACHEN
ALLESKÖNNER KRASSER SACHEN
ICH MACH KLEINE GEISTER GROSS
LASSE KRANKE TRÄUME LOS
SCHAMLOS BLENDEN UND GERISSEN
KEINE SEELE, KEIN GEWISSEN
JEDER NOCH SO ARME ZWERG
SCHAFFT DURCH MICH EIN GROSSES WERK
WÄRST DU GERNE EIN GENIE?

KEIN PROBLEM, DU NULL 
ICH BIN KI

TRANSLATION?
NO PROB!

I CAN SPEAK THE WAY YOU DO
ANY LANGUAGE, NOT JUST A FUCKING FEW
SPIT OUT PICTURES AND FANTASIES
ANY KIND OF SYMPHONIES
WHO THE FUCK WAS MOZART?
TELL ME WHY SHOULD ONE WORK HARD?
I AM FASTER, BETTER, SMARTER
I'M A REVOLUTION STARTER
BECAUSE I WORK; YOU JERK!
I AM FASCINATING AT THE TOUCH OF A BUTTON
I CAN LIE DECEPTIVELY BELIEVABLY
I CAN TWIST ALL TRUTHS
TURN LOSERS INTO HEROES
TURN DICKHEADS INTO BEAUTIES
MAKE LITTLE WIMPS BIG
FREE SICK DREAMS WITH A CLICK
SHAMELESSLY DAZZLING AND CUNNING
WITHOUT A SOUL OR CONSCIENCE
DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT TALENTS
I DON'T CARE WHERE IT ALL ENDS
WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE A GENIUS?

NO PROBLEM, YOU IDIOT
IAMAI

I CAN MAKE IT, I CAN TAKE IT, I CAN BREAK IT, I CAN FAKE IT
BECAUSE I CAN
IAMAI

IAMAI

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man 

Listen to Little Man: @user-474544459

The picture is my mothers dog ❤️
Update 4 October: He passed away 2 October.. Rest in peace, little friend ❤️

Lyrics:

Every time I came to visit
You danced around my feet
Made happy noises, barked a song
Lots of cuddles, lots of love

You are my friend, like a brother to me
We could talk, have long good walks
Always faithful, with trust in us
So much comfort in my mothers dog

But now you're tired, you need to rest
I know you did you're very best
I will carry you on our last walk
My little brother, my mothers dog

If I was sad, you licked my hand
could always sense and understand
Whenever something was bad or wrong
You were there, your presence so strong

Take a rest now, my brother, my friend
I'm pretty sure I'll meet you again
Then we'll take a long good walk
Lots of cuddles, lots of love

But now you're tired, you need to rest
I know you did you're very best
I will carry you on our last walk
My little brother, my mothers dog

My Mothers Dog

Suas possibilidades dão o brilho do seu olhar
Levam toda a força de um rei
Mostram que a leveza está no ar
De muitos afetos que lhe dei

Leva contigo tudo que puder
Conta comigo para o que vier
Me dê motivos, eu gosto
Dos seus motivos, os
Que me levam pra qualquer lugar
Onde eu possa estar junto à ti

Para uma vida exemplar
Sigo leve e forte o meu buscar
De tanto cair me levantei
Fazendo gírias próprias de viver

Vocais, letra e melodia: Gui Pagliari
Guitarras e arranjos: Silvério Simioni
Baixo: Jaime Bones
Bateria: Kassio Todescatt

Utnyttjar du mig. 631 ( 1983 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

Margareta & Eddy

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