Idle Days (Album) by Ft. Fox

Summer

Tegan Fox

Excuse my french, this song is about livening your music through feeling. You can play it well but is it from the heart?

Lyric Translation:

There was a young pianist.
The teacher said,
I like the way you play
but one thing is missing.

Use your heart

She has not slept.
She tried to train.
Her hands won't move.
The auditorium was silent.

Use your heart

She heard flapping wings.
A butterfly sat on her shoulder,
Her hands were moving.
She played the melody of her heart.

French Hour

Lyrics:

You ran there fast
Your ran there far
Your ankles dragged
From where you were
The gentle breeze can lift you up
and bring you back down to earth
Kind faces
Thinking of
Bright places
Good times
Wide arms embrace with love
And fill you up with warm sunshine

I wanna know you better
But I can't see you anymore
I wanna know you better than this
But I can't see you anymore
Those summer skies looked pretty
But each day keeps turning to night

All senses fired
From city sounds
To tired feet
The glass was empty
And you looked so sweet

I wanna know you better
But I can't see you anymore
I wanna know you better than this
But I can't see you anymore
Those summer skies looked pretty
But each day keeps turning to night



Those Summer Skies Looked Pretty

The Future's Forward


Christine Cathy Alto Sax
Guy Damez Clarinet
Franck Leconte Bass Guitar,  Drum Prog 
Rino Lauciello Keyboards, Guitars

We're looking for a voice

Inspire by the Final Speech from The Great Dictator

We think too much, and feel too little
More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness
We think too much, and feel too little
More than machinery, we need humanity
Greed has poisoned men's souls

We Think Too Much And Feel Too Little

I'm in hell with this lease
And now I'm here I fear I'll never leave
It's the worst place to be
Trying to survive on five dollars a week

So cruel!
Trying to climb out of this hole
So Cold!
I don't get no help from you

I'll get by
Whatever you throw at me
I'll get by you'll see 
Whatever you throw at me

So I tried not to eat
Then I got sick, tired, I got weak
The rooms so cold, to my feet
Trying to survive on five dollars a week

So cruel!
Trying to climb out of this hole
So Cold!
I don't get no help from you

I'll get by
I'll get by, you'll see

Five Dollars A Week

My ride for today- Valentino

In these chaotic and threatening times, this Great Speech(Charlie Chaplin) in the Movie The Great Dictator from 1940  is more relevant and heart-wrenching to me than ever before. I hope you enjoy this song. I played the piano and electric guitar myself.
 I unfortunately can't play the piano, but I'm trying to use my keyboard more in my music, I improvised." Hope you like it 🎹🎸

The Grief of the Great Dictator

François TAMBY: musique et texte
Aline T: chant

CIACCO-Qui Es - Tu

These are the experiments in the boredom of the spare room. Can't seem to decide on a style I like best. Just my computer / keyboard and the venting of daily strife. Some strange results...