ABOUT THE UNEXPECTED

Bill Barek - Guitar
Petros - Drums
Thanos - Keys
Thanassis - Bass
Christos - Vocals, Lyrics

Breathing in a sea of violence,
Dealing with my fate with a consiouss eye,
Swimming by my anger to silence,
Its a stepping stone to what you shall live,
Met you in a day of weakness,
That i am alone with nothing to quest,
Give me now your only forgiveness,
Make me feel blessed that i found you now,
Swimming all my pain in your madness,
Swimming just above the thought of your hopes,
Playing all around with your sadness,
Can't you feel in this role that am not alone ,
Travelling in your sea of badness,
Shore to shore sacred by my holy oath,
Do you want to feel my godness,
Do you want to feel my breath in your core.

Enjoy One Breath!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymr3uownIEY

ONE BREATH (Lyrics on Description)

01 - Spitfire Audio - Appassionata Strings - Cellos (6) - Legato
02 - Spitfire Audio - Appassionata Strings - Violins 1 (8) - Legato
03 - Spitfire Audio - Appassionata Strings - Violins 2 (6) - Legato
04 - Spitfire Audio - Hans Zimmer Strings - 60 Cellos - Long

Appassionata Strings V2

I close my POTENCIAL BIÓTICO album with this contemporary revival of a philosophical song I wrote 19 years ago when my grandpa died.

Could describe it as a requiem for guitar quartet, 2 voices, rhythmic base & church bell (you may know the piano version at https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/sets/piano-sessions-2012 album).

A mostly slow piece with lotta soul and no artistic ambition (but a little ‘Pros&Cons’ air to the end ;).

Church bell sound built with kind help by https://soundcloud.com/spyro9474

Piano version: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/miedo-al-cambio-piano-version

Image: "Poppy fields in Benifallim", photo by Ruizzoidman

Letra / lyrics:

Miedo al cambio,  /  Fear of the change,
incómodo trabajo;  /  uncomfortable work;
molesto planteamiento:  /  annoying approach:
no me gusta lo inesperado.  /  I don’t like the unexpected.
  
A lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a ver las cosas cambiadas de sitio.  /  to see the things moved from place.
Ver a la gente irse al otro lado  /  Watching people going to the other side
es duro si piensas que todo  /  is hard if you think that everything
será siempre lo mismo.  /  will be always the same.

Ay, lo mismo ...  /  Ay, the same thing ...
ah, lo mismo ...  /  ah, the same thing ...
ay, lo mismo a mí...  /  ay, the same to me...
  
No he sabido reaccionar,  /  I didn’t know how to react,
atrapado en mi infantil ilusión   /  trapped in my infantile illusion
de que nada cambia,  /  where nothing changes,
ah, tengo que darme cuenta de lo que pasa,  /  ah, I must realize of what happens,
ay, tengo que salir de esta caja.  /  ah, I have to go out of this box.

a lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a las sorpresas de la vida,  /  to the surprises of life,
a nuevos planes que no había planeado,  /  to new plans I had not planned,
no me acostumbro a considerar  /  I don’t get used to consider
una opción distinta.  /  a different option.

Ay, distinta ...  /  Ay, different ...
ay, distinta ...  /  ay, different ...
ah, distinta a mí,  /  ah, different from me,
a mi pensamiento,   /  from my thought,
a mi forma de ser,   /  from my way of being,
a mi manera de verlo...  /  from the way I see it...

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Miedo al cambio (Acostumbrado)

Caballos sobre cuerdas

Liquid Gas

The track is inspired by the rise of AI in the ARTS.....which I see as coming from the "dark side". I don't condone it and am very much opposed to it. We can already see the confusion it has caused regarding copyright etc. I have no doubt that in the short term it will prevail, however "real" art will survive as long as all artists (musical and otherwise), continue to create. Not having a crystal ball, prevents one, maybe for the better, seeing how the future pans out.  
Meanwhile from a musician's/composer's aspect, I shall endeavour to play and create without the use of AI. Neither will I listen to it in any shape or form.
Alan



Don't Deal With The Devil

'well, fuck me' with Falsestart

Falsestart: beat, bass, synth
Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace. 

Are we living
enslaved or free? 

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace. 

You are no one.
Just a cog in the machine. 

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace. 

Distractions.
Buy shit and watch our TV. 

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace. 

Amass debt to exist, live. 

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace.

well, fuck me (with Falsestart)

this one pretty much wrote itself when i found myself staring at a blank sheet of paper for ages,
tapping my pen annoyingly and waiting for something to happen........a live take with a bit of piano........cheers for having a listen......



           PEN TO PAPER 
 
my pen can write a letter of love
describe to you the stars above
congratulate you on your gain
comfort you when your in pain

console you in your time of need
tell you that you're loved indeed
but if i told you how i feel today
my pen would be cruel

my pen can sign my life away
to own a house i'll never pay
then write it in a thank you note
for the monstrous debt that i now owe

my pen has got me in trouble deep
sometimes so much i cannot sleep
if i were to write about myself
my pen would be cruel

i don't pretend to understand
what's going on upstairs
i just try to keep it to myself
sometimes it's better, to hide it all away
i know to you that that don't make much sense

my pen can tell you how and why
my love for you could never die
write the words with even flow
so you would never have to know

my pen is guarded at the gate
it hides my secrets can't escape
and if they did then you would know
my pen can be so cruel

misanthropy, philanthropy, 
evilness and empathy    
my pen belongs in their mirrored halls
it's inky eye looks through them all

there's nothing it can't see right through
the things you thought that no one knew
now written there right in front of you
the pen can be so cruel

my pen can talk what i can't speak
and go where i don't want to be
from a prison cell to a sunburst sky
turn the truth against a lie

write a wrong into a right
turn a long day into night
the burden can be so heavy
when the pen can be so cruel

Pen To Paper

Bag in Box

another song idea from the past about 7Os rock stars....
a cautionary tale to watch the wine and the whites and the chicken cacciatore ....


Roll Daddy Roll

He's willin’ and wild 
A music smorgasbord 
Kind of like a 1972 Lowell George
Smoking gun
Flame for hire
7 years to glow
Giddy up and get down 
Roll Daddy Roll

Daydream  running
Always riffin’ at the ready
Kind of like a 1978 Tom Petty
Guitar shake
Build that pyre
39 years to glow
Giddy up and get down 
Roll Daddy Roll

Roll, roll break your mama's heart 
Boat be sailing, how to finish what we start
Roll, roll till it falls apart tonight, tonight

Once Cleveland rocked
Now the sound has gotten softer
Lester wrote a eulogy for Mr. Peter Laughner
Ain’t It Fun
To die young
In 5 more years Bangs' bell would toll
Giddy up and get down
Roll Daddy Roll

Roll, roll break your mama's heart 
Boat be sailing, how to finish what we start
Roll, roll till it falls apart tonight, tonight

May your days be filled 
With power chords and glory
Watch the wine and the whites
And the chicken cacciatore
And don't be fooled by innocence 
She will take your head you know
Giddy up and get down
Roll Daddy Roll
Don't be fooled by innocence 
She will take your head you know 
Giddy up and get down roll Daddy roll











Roll Daddy Roll (acoustic)

Cast of characters:
K2 and the Three [and the Four] -- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, acoustic guitar, song and vocal melody composition
Joseph Shenton -- @joseph-shenton -- lyrics
Gaz Brownie — @user-755327533 — Gaz — vocals, vocal harmonies, and lyrics
one man verity show – @one-man-verity-show – Scotty – electric guitar intro
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Les Paul Custom electric guitar, mix, production, and mastering
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– Epiphone Les Paul electric guitar
Tea R. Sea @tea_are_sea -- Terry – low synthesizer
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – Fender Precision bass and high synthesizer


This song began a few months ago as an idea Ken had to make the quintessential Gen X song. He structured the chords, beat to appeal to anyone of a certain age group, of which most of the folks in the band are a part. He even played wrote it on his acoustic guitar and came up with the vocal melody, which Gaz put a shine on for the final version. Once he had the form of the song down, he tapped the incredibly talented Joseph Shenton to write the lyrics. Gaz not only superbly sung four part harmonies for this, but the came up with the lyrics for the break parts, too. 
  When he first envisioned it, Ken thought it would be fun to invite as many musicians as we could onto it. However, for whatever reason, it stalled out and sat untouched for a couple months, with just Stephen's foundational guitar, Scotty's thrilling guitar intro, Terry's lush, low end synth, and Josh's bass to hold it down. Then, Ken had the great idea to invite Gaz to sing it for us. His awesome vocal track inspired us to heat up the kiln again, and put some real effort into bringing it to life. On that note, Josh redid his bass part to match Ken's rocking drums, as well as added the high, melodic synth you hear throughout. Tez came in last with the fiery guitar fills and solo, which you can hear throughout, as well. 
  Once it was all in the bag, we tapped Stephen to produce and mix it, which he did in his always pro manner. 
  This is the first collab Eclectic Collective has done with Gaz, but we all hope it won't be the last. He is one of the finest singers on the Cloud, and we're honored that he would sprinkle his magic on this song with us. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Original lyrics by Joseph Stenton:
Where were you on those days gone by
Were you out by the tracks where the lone train whistle cries
Or kicking up rocks on those dusty roads of dirt
Or skating on streets paved with gold
Or wrestling upon the grass beneath endless sky

On days gone bye
On days gone by
To be back there again
For all its lows and for all its highs 

Where were you on those days gone by
Were you tugging at the stars too
In an attempt to release their light
Bonded by hours
To a brotherhood we believed would never die

On days gone bye
On days gone by
To be back there again
For all its lows and for all its highs 

Where were you on those days gone by
From within this dull petrification of time
Comes a crystalline memory
Of those long lost moments, now born free 
Of come what might, come what might be

On days gone bye
On days gone by
To be back there again
For all its lows and for all its highs 

Where were you on those days gone by
With a tape in the walkman
Playing the soundtrack of passing time
To these moments of our lives
That once burned bright but never died

On days gone bye
On days gone by
To be back there again
For all its lows and for all its highs 

Generation X - The Eclectic Collective

Texte Français et Google traduction

LES RAGOTS

Cracher des voix sur un dos
Donner bas ses coups de couteau
Le “qu’en dira” est bien au chaud
Dans les débats qui font des “faux”.
Montrer du doigt, se jouer Zorro
Au nirvana dans vos huis clos
Piquer à froid, croquer à chaud
Santé vous va, sentez vous sots
La tombola d’un prochain lot
Tiré tout bas, crié très haut
Au prorata d’autres ragots
Sera une proie de vos chapeaux

Aléas ou quipropos
Êtes judas, y’a pas photo.

Casser du bois, briser des os
Est à l’étroit du ciboulot
Prendre du poids, se rendre beau
Aux grands exploits, petits costauds.
Votre S.P.A. de sales corbeaux
Comme porte-voix trouve son écho
Au pieu Gloria d’un bas niveau
Dans des combats qui en sont trop.

Armada et armes à mots
Les gros bras n’ont pas de cerveau

Vider sa loi sous le manteau
Mets un contrat sur une peau
Les renégats gèrent les tripots
Et les bras droits font le boulot
Les gens sans foi suivent le cadeau
Comme on les noient dans un ruisseau
Ces candidats pour des complots
On les aura plus qu’il ne faut

Errata et à propos
On plante là, méchants cerveaux.
Armada et armes à mots
Mettons nos doigts là ou il faut.
Armada et armes à mots
Mettons nos doigts là ou il faut.
Mettons nos doigts là ou il faut.

GOSSIP

Spitting voices on a back
Give low stabbing
The "what will say" is well warm
In debates that make "fake".
Pointing, playing Zorro
To nirvana in your camera
Stitch cold, chew hot
Health you go, feel foolish
The raffle of a next batch
Shot low, shouted high
In proportion to other gossip
Will be a prey of your hats

Hazards or whopropos
Are peephole, there's no picture.

Break wood, break bones
Is cramped
Put on weight, make yourself beautiful
Great exploits, small sturdy.
Your S.P.A. of dirty crows
As a megaphone finds its echo
At Gloria stake of a low level
In fights that are too much.

Armada and weapons with words
Big arms do not have brains

Empty his law under the mantle
Put a contract on a skin
The renegades manage the gambling dens
And the right arms are doing the job
People without faith follow the gift
As we drown them in a stream
These candidates for conspiracy
We will have more than we need

Errata and about
We are planting there, wicked brains.
Armada and weapons with words
Let's put our fingers where it is needed.
Armada and weapons with words
Let's put our fingers where it is needed.
Let's put our fingers where it is needed.

LES RAGOTS (Quand on lance de faux bruits)

لا تستسلم لا يزال في سلام
не сдавайся все еще в мире
peidiwch â rhoi'r gorau iddi dal mewn heddwch
taslim bo'imang hali ham tinchlikda
مه تسلیمیږه اوس هم په امن کې
don't give up. continue in peace
taslim bo'imang hali ham tinchlikda
não desista. ainda em paz
n'abandonne pas. toujours en paix
あきらめないで まだ平和に
geb nicht auf. immer noch in frieden
yengilma. hali ham tinchlikda
no te rindas. sigue en paz
געב נישט אויף
נאָך אין שלום

gracias vida

Chant:
Marie Launay ( Londres ) 
Paroles et Musique: Dominique Le Bars
Full version :https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/la-lettre-noire-marie-launay

La Lettre Noire

Don’t Give Up The Day Jobs - based on the original collaboration invitation https://soundcloud.com/dave-mckeown/dont-give-up-the-day-job
Music by Dave McKeown https://soundcloud.com/dave-mckeown
Lyrics and vocals Mark J Bennett 
Some vocal melodies and a line or two I owe to my dear friend, the late NiggyQ https://soundcloud.com/sanigar

Just when you thought,
It couldn’t get much worse.
Zero hours contracts,
Universal Credit curse.
Without Gran there’d be no childcare,
Without the food-bank, the cupboard’s bare.
Don’t give up the day jobs,
Work nights as well.

I’ve always been a grafter,
Never one to shirk,
Early morning papers, 
And weekend laundry work.
No time left for more education,
No energy left, nor motivation.
Don’t give up the day jobs,
Work nights as well.

Why does it have to be this way?
Why don’t debts ever go away?
Still we’ve lived to fight another day.
I fear it’s the way, that it’s going to stay.
Accept the lot you’ve got, the life you live from day to day. 
Day to day, day to day.

Just when you thought,
It couldn’t get much worse.
I made an insurance claim, 
But they wouldn’t reimburse.
Is it worth it just to keep standing still? 
We can’t afford to ever get ill.
Don’t give up the day jobs,
Work nights as well.

Don't Give Up The Day Jobs (Dave McKeown/Mark J Bennett)

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La Lettre Noire

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