Name: Orc Poetry of Metal and Fire (Wivresse & HyLGZ22) by HyLGZ22
Duration: 3 min 18 s
Description: My dear Wivresse wrote a beautiful text on one of my old tracks. May her poetry rejoice Malacath !

Originality at its best! Cool track...chills.

Great work!  … 🌍☮︎👍🐞🍀2024

https://bentenlaughing.blogspot.com/2024/04/danse-breakdown-arterial-flow-in.html

https://davidkaspencer.bandcamp.com/track/danse-breakdown-vocals-vocalatti-co-writers-kadish-lucas-scott-slater

Northern soul, Latin, Funk. Psychedelia. 
Danse Breakdown'. Vocals. Vocalatti. Music. David. k. A. Spencer
New music, composition, encompassing , the vocals of 'the original song, Danse Danse': Kadish, Lucas, Scott, Slater (Apra/Amcos 2022)

David Lucas and his late father, Bill Lucas, an acclaimed Sydney architect attended my voice workshops held by the "Once Extra Dance Company" back in the "80's". Adventurous , creative souls with no holds barred on what was the beginnings of Danse Danse. It was then called "Dance Out Of Beat" and was a commentary on the club scene that I'd very much been a part of in the "60's" In recent times I invited Annette Scott on board who has brought it brilliantly to fruition along with my longtime collaborator, Jazz pianist/composer, Kirk Kadish. Now we have a new take on the current dance scene with a touch of empowerment as to who has the final moves.  

Janice Slater

Please go over and listen to more wonderful music @arterial-flow

Danse Breakdown. (Vocals) Vocalatti

seeing something never seen, "I Don't Know Why" electronic music with vocals

I Don't Know Why

Texte Français et Google Translate

CROYONS EN NOUS

Un peu de sens bien réaliste
Quand on y pense, tout çà existe
Cacher ses maux, ne pas les vivre
Regarder haut  çà nous enivre.
Un peu d’amour, rien qu’une larme
Se faire des jours posant les âmes
Seront t’ils beaux, fera t’il sombre ?
Dans chaque haut, il y’a une ombre.
Un peu d’argent juste ce qu’il faut
C’est indécent d’en avoir trop
Les coins de rue montrent la misère
Des homme perdus sans rien y faire.

Croyons en nous, croyons-y fort
Voyons le bout, et puis d'abord
Restons debout, au mauvais sorts
Pas à genoux, une fois encore.
Dans un mal fou prenant nos corps
Prendre des coups sans avoir tord
Pensons à nous une fois encore.
Un point c'est tout et puis alors.

Un peu de rêve, des brins d’espoirs
Que rien n’achève pour mieux y croire
De l’utopie plus que raison
Entendre oui plutôt que non.
Un peu de chance, des coups de pot
Quand çà avance sont jamais trop
Un p'tit bonheur c'est bon à prendre
Et le meilleur c'est beau à rendre.
Un peu d'oubli sur l'importance
Prendre la vie comme elle avance
A chaque trou il faut remplir
Et jusqu’au bout bien se le dire.

Croyons en nous...

LET'S BELIEVE IN OURSELVES

A bit of realistic meaning
When you think about it, it all exists
Hide your pain, don't live with it
Looking up high intoxicates us.
A little love, just a tear
Have days resting the souls
Will they be beautiful, will it be dark?
In every top, there is a shadow.
A little money just enough
It's indecent to have too much
Street corners show misery
Men lost without doing anything about it.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves
Let's see the end, and then first
Let's stay standing, bad luck
Not on your knees, again.
In a crazy evil taking over our bodies
Take blows without being wrong
Let us think of ourselves once again.
Period, that's all, so what.

A little dream, a bit of hope
That nothing ends to better believe it
Utopia more than reason
Hear yes rather than no.
A little luck, pot shots
When things progress, there are never too many
A little happiness is good to take
And the best part is beautiful.
A little forgetting about the importance
Take life as it goes
Each hole must be filled
And until the end, say it to yourself.

Let's believe in ourselves...

A little peace would be good
But we don't know what tomorrow is
A white flag slung over one shoulder
By slandering all the troubles.
A little emotion, which takes to the heart
Heat the cold for the best
Can do good in the spirit
Because for everyone nothing is written.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves

CROYONS EN NOUS

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano solo. Vibraphone solo. Alto Saxophone solo. Fender Electric Bass. Roland Bass Synthesizer. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Drums Full kit trap set. Percussion Ago go Bells, Cowbell, 22" Zildjan Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Cannery Row

Night Out

Calmed by the ocean storm 
Cool breeze when I get warm
That covers me and takes my sorrow away

Healed by the night time sky
Love seems to pass me by
Every time I look into your eyes

Take my Love and go - Take my love, take my love and go

Lost in the desert dust
My love is only lust
I never learned what love was really about
Learned to put myself first
No water only thirst and love is just another mirage in the sand.

Take My Love and Go

Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi: lyrics and voice
progettosonoro: music

Un discorso vecchio
Un discorso vecchio
Un discorso vecchio
E perché vecchio buono
Una nuova prospettiva
Questo vecchio è moderno

Ho cercato il progresso
Ho cercato il progresso
Questo vecchio è buono
Questo vecchio è moderno
Questo vecchio è attuale 
E’ difficile andare più avanti
Fermiamoci per il momento al vecchio
Prima di sapere dove avanzare

Sono su un cammino difficile
Sono su una strada minata 
È per questo che è buona
Mi faccio strada
Fra le nuvole
Infiltrandomi tra l’una e l’altra
Facendomi spazio con le mani

Nei giardini pubblici 
C’è solo gente vecchia
Eppure è il più bel posto della città
Sono andata a sedermi
Tra I canarini
Che sopra gli alberi 
Urlano volano predicono il futuro
Al cantautore muto 
Seduto sulla panchina con la guitar
Urlano 
E si sono fatti una città di canarini
Come fanno un po’ dappertutto nel mondo 
Si riproducono e restano li
Verdi e gialli

I giardini pubblici
Mentre andavo via 
Un uomo dal viso orientale
Ha cantato forte una preghiera
Come fosse stata per me
« Ah ecco, guarda, - diceva al suo amico- 
sta passando il Cristo ! »

Ok, magari vado a bere una birra
O a farmi un sonnellino
Beato sacro giardino
Pietre
E andrò’ sempre più indietro 
Verso la
Culla del Mondo

Culla del Mondo

My dear Wivresse wrote a beautiful text on one of my old tracks. May her poetry rejoice Malacath !

Orc Poetry of Metal and Fire (Wivresse & HyLGZ22)

The original version of "Atlas" always gave me a slight pain in my neck when I listened to it. I was never quite lucky with the generated drums, and the song also had a somewhat slushy note.
So I asked K2 and the Three (https://soundcloud.com/k2andthe3) if he would like to play drums and refurbish the song. Luckily he did and how... and now I feel very released about this rerelease... :) 
A Big Thank You for that... :)

The picture shows a cut out of a photography of the so called „Farnese Atlas“ in the Museo Archeologico Nazionale in Naples, source: Wikimedia Commons

Atlas

1
You’re a mountain of a titan of the old times
Gaia is supposed to be your mother
You’re a pole at the coordinate system
You were the prison of your brother
One could’nt really quite imagine
All the masses

You were condemned to hold up
Celestial heavens
After the battle of the gods

Since then you carried the weight of the world
Upon your shoulders

2
You’re responsible and of purpose
You’re imperatively necessary for structure
You are stabilizing and decorative
You’re the leitmotif for architecture
There is a 2nd century sculpture cut of you
In the museum of archaeology in Naples

You are condemned to hold up
All the statics
Between the basis and the rooftop

Where you carry the weight of the world
Upon your shoulders

3
You contain of corpus, archi and processi
You have ligaments like wings
Articulating in every moment
Here and now right inside of the body
Sometimes there is a pain in the neck
That makes everything just worse

You were condemned to hold up
And move yes and no
Between the axis and the occiput

Where you carry the weight of the world
Upon your shoulders

Will you carry the weight of the world
Upon your shoulders ?

Hope, it isn’t too shrugged yet…

Home's Album

Atlas (wt K2 and the Three)

Totem

Music: Xian3
Guitar: JayK (Gebr.K)
Vocals: Xian3

Text:
The mute years

Dear it’s me, haven’t seen you in a long while 
i wish we could have had more time to talk
when we were eye to eye

There’s still hope in me that one day we will meet again
that we will meet again somewhere, surely it won’t be the same

The mute years, we  are just watching them walking by and sometimes i cry, i cry tears
secretly into my self and all one hears might be  a slight sigh

There’s still hope in me…

those early memories were full of happiness and magic for me
We were sitting under a blooming tree and would have three wishes for free

There’s still hope in me…

… and that we at least could try to talk about it

Orc Poetry of Metal and Fire (Wivresse & HyLGZ22)

HyLGZ22

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