WHAT CAN'T BE HEARD

En souvenir de Maman

Original song by Coral.

Serene angel
Are you there in the trees in the breeze? 
Glorious angel
Hear the choir feel the air that I breath

Turn your head toward the sunlight
Turn your head toward the sunlight

Radiant memories
I thought I’d seen you for real in the haze
Cherished memories
I Thought I’d heard you for real I’m shivering now

But no I’m not afraid 
I’m not afraid to carry on
No I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid to carry on

Guardian angel
Do you know how I feel how I am?
Lovely angel
Do you know you are there in every prayers?

But no I’m not afraid 
I’m not afraid to carry on
No I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid to carry on

Lead me angel
Through the green through the time through my soul
Holy angel
I can feel you are here I’m shredding tears of joy

So no I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid to carry on
No I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid to carry on

A Walk With Thee

COUNT YOUR HORSES COZ’ NIGHT IS COMING
DON’T LET THEM GO ASTRAY
IN THEIR SLEEP THEY JUST  MIGHT GO MISSING
AND YOU’LL NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN
YOU MAY NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN

GUARD THE STABLES ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
KEEP YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE
WITH THOSE WEAPONS YOU CAN WIN THE FIGHT
WITH YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE

HOW DID IT ALL COME TO THIS? 
HOW COULD WE LET IT COME TO THIS?
ARE YOU STILL WITH ME?

GUARD THE STABLES ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
KEEP YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE
WITH THOSE WEAPONS YOU CAN WIN THE FIGHT
WITH YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE

GUARD THE STABLES ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
MAKE SURE WE’LL BE ALRIGHT
WITH OUR WEAPONS WE CAN WIN THE FIGHT
WITH OUR LOVED ONES BY OUR SIDE, BY OUR SIDE

Count Your Horses (Night Is Coming)

FEARS FOR DREAM

The Demon Inside The Pinball Machine

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

Lyrics:

Dudurududu
So many plans were made
Dudurududu
A lot that was ment to happen
Dudurududu
But it didn't turn out as you thought
Dudurududu
Long time ahead ,became too short

What may feel right to you today
May feel wrong to you tomorrow
What makes you laugh at this moment
Can suddenly turn into sorrow

Dudurududu
A direction was chosen
Dudurududu
It was supposed to go straight ahead
Dudurududu
But something got in the way
Dudurududu
A u-turn suddenly appeared

What may feel right to you today
May feel wrong to you tomorrow
What makes you laugh at this moment
Can suddenly turn into sorrow

Dudurududu
Dudurududu

What's the point of making all these plans
If you're no longer there to enjoy them?
You know about today
But nothing about tomorrow

What may feel right to you today
May feel wrong to you tomorrow
What makes you laugh at this moment
Can suddenly turn into sorrow...

Life Is Now

Bring back the water (Remix 2025)

Bring back the water (Remix  2025)

toujours des essais en mineur, sans boucles ici , mais avec violon et piccolo. et puis il fallait bien saluer ce bel été indien!

L'été indien

Late Saturday Evening

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Funny Bone

Musik & Text: Gabriel Thomas
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
OF THE LYRICS CAN BE FOUND HERE:
http://www.dieziemlichguteband.de/dieziemlichguteband-manchmal-schlaf-ich-ein.htm

Manchmal schlaf ich ein

Guitar 1 / Lyrics / Composition : Chris Dargay
Guitar 2 : Tony Dinardi
Drums : Joe Waltz
Bass / Vox / Lyrics : Bill Austin
Keys : Greg Rubio
Recorded by Brandon Youngs @ Dreamstate 2002

Through the Mists of Time

Myth : Through the Mists of Time

EXISTENCE PASSAGERE (Texte: BLEEP - Musique et Chant: Alain GUERIN)

Hey. Thanks for stopping by to see what’s up with me. I hope you are well. What I have noticed recently is, I am like an old dog now when I sleep. I close my eyes and dissolve into my dreams. There, I befriend people I may or may not not know... they may be essences of those past, or imaginative and archetypal beings of some significance. They may contain trace essences of people I know. I can fly, breathe under water, and I may on occasion travel the cosmos in a supernatural sense. I find the realm of dreams to be extraordinarily fascinating. A few years ago, I decided to begin to keep a dream journal which now is just shy of a hundred pages. A future book maybe? This song comes from an amalgamation of several recurring lucid dreams. Hope you like it, Mark

Administration's Album

She Whispers To Me

Conquering and ruling cultures often oppress those they dominate. The oppressed, and those with less power, will always eventually seek justice, representation, and equal power from their subjugators. Those whose culture have been vilified, repressed, and appropriated can regain their power and love by learning about their past, choosing and identifying their cultural heroes for themselves, and restoring their appreciation and celebrations for their ancestors.  

May this song encourage an honest look into your past, acknowledging both the shadow and the light, appreciating the beauty of what was and is, and learning from accomplishments and mistakes to continue our evolution in becoming better co-creators with the planet.

I used some of a bass stem Alpha Roots sent me to make Red Earth Clay and I used the rest of the stem to make Sow Your Seeds. I have one unused bass and drum stem from Alpha Roots that I will make an old school hip hop song with and I may remix his original Hosanna bass stem one day to make a new reggae song. I may also ask Russ if I can make a version of Da Weed using Alpha Roots’ stems one day. After that, I may be complete unless I get gifted some Alpha Roots stems to play with. 

Huge thanks to Chiefo who set the original tone of this song which gave me inspiration for  the lyrics. Big ups to Fady, bit zone, and Lady of Fire Poetry for joining in on this project and adding their collective vibe. Massive thanks to Wou-Wou & the Wormling for keeping the track on skank with his rhythm guitar and for providing us with his incredible art work - commission him for some work y’all!!! And massive thanks to Russell and the Chaos Cookhouse for mixing and mastering these stems into the huge dubbed out joint that it is. Hit Russ up for his mixing and mastering services now!!!

Alpha Roots : Bass
https://soundcloud.com/alpha-roots 
Chiefo: Synths
https://soundcloud.com/jonahjohn
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Rhythm Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
Fady: Keys
https://soundcloud.com/fadysporz
bitzone: Drums and Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone 
Lady of Fire Poetry: Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals 
musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
Mixed at the Chaos Cookhouse
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com
Art by Wou-Wou & the Wormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.com

Lyrics:

Know your roots and your culture 
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey 
Rock your roots and your culture 
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey 

Get to know your roots and your culture
Who you be now 
Know your history now 
So you can see now 
Where you wanna sow your seeds now 
Where you wanna sow your seeds now
Hey ey ey
Hey ey ey 

Gonna build on that which went before I 
Try and build on that which went before I 
Never knew who I was 
Dem try and control my 
Never knew who I was 
Dem try and control my
 Destiny with suppression and lies 
Deny that my ancestors were wise 
Revise my story with your wicked eyes  so others will despise 
And overlook the great civilizations that my people built 
Likewise likewise likewise

Unaware of history your destined to repeat it 
Only hear deceitful stories and we’re likely to concede to it 
Take away the leaders from our culture to unseat it 
Take away our dreams from our spirit to defeat it 
Replace dem with your poor role models and everyone believes in it 
Replace dem with your hopelessness and everyone perceives it 
But Jah lion shines bright in us and we only need to see it 
Jah lion is shining bright in us and all we need to do is reveal it

Sow Your Seeds

Alpha Roots, Chiefo, Fady, bitzone, Lady of Fire Poetry, Wou-Wou, Russ & CK - Sow Your Seeds

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Oídos sordos (17 negras)

New site after E-Ruizzo: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo

Many thanks to Alex https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
and Richal https://soundcloud.com/rickitansky for their fantastic pics !!

This Page is Dedicated to the Songs + Artists I've Enjoyed on S.C.
Thank You 4 Filling my World with Music :)

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