This is how music is supposed to sound!!!!!!!

Nice nice uplifting not real sad beat here

Enjoyed this..upbeat, sprite..Liked the chord progressions and the bass line..Well done Frank.

Very cool groove and melody... Nice arrangement

Tact; Franco Tartaglia, Paul Torpiano, Charles Cassar, Carl Matthew Camilleri
Film by Kenneth Scicluna & Klara Vassallo 
Recorded and Produced at Temple Studios

Catharsis

Tact - Catharsis

Pauper's Weed

This started with romantic lyrics but soon turned from nostalgia into melancholy with some quiet, improvised guitar in a jazz style. 

These lyrics play on the idea of the multi choice response 'all of the above' while mixing in some changing sky imagery. I snuck in a bridge about bridges.  

Lyrics are:

Jacaranda and a silver sky
Your smile and a look in your eyes 
And all of the above

Bergamot and cinnamon
I close my eyes and breathe you in
And all of the above 

Silhouette and sunset
I coldly hold these sweet regrets
And all of the above 

Moonlight and a midnight swim
The milky way and a cheshire grin
And all of the above

A, a bridge too far
B, below the water flows
C, see it burning at both ends
D, deeply churns the undertow

Howling out the angels sing
There is no heaven if there is no sin
And all of the above

All of the Above

“Grill that Snapper” stands as a track that bridges the gap between the introspective nature of acoustic music and the bold expressiveness of electronic music. It's an audacious fusion that respects the listener's intelligence and emotional capacity, promising a rich and rewarding listening experience. Each note and silence in between tells a part of a greater story. This piece isn’t mere background music; it's a sophisticated journey through sound that demands active listening and rewards with layers of intricate details.

It begins with a soulful dialogue between a plucked acoustic guitar and a warm legato bass, setting a scene of introspective calm. The guitar's melody, adorned with subtle sound FX, tells a poignant story without words, inviting listeners into a world of reflective tranquillity.

Transitioning into the first verse, the mood remains contemplative yet gains texture. The upright bass, intertwined with an electronic sub, takes the lead, its legato tones painting a soundscape of introspection and subtlety. Here, the guitar shifts to a supporting role, its strings now weaving a background tapestry. This section is coloured by chords that evoke a jazzy feel, their complex harmonies hinting at emotional depths and unspoken narratives.

The bridge emerges as a delicate duet between guitar and piano, their interplay creating a sense of intimacy and shared secrets. This brief interlude builds gently, the chords simplifying yet deepening the emotional resonance. The addition of cello and bass strings, along with legato sax and oboe, lends a classical touch, further enriching the tapestry of sound.

As “Grill that Snapper” progresses, it gradually turns up the heat. The entrance of a straightforward, pulsing 4/4 beat marks a shift to a more vibrant, electronic landscape. Bowed violins add drama over the steady rhythm, their melodies intertwining with heavy piano chords. The juxtaposition of the electronic rhythm with the jazzy downward chord progression creates a dynamic tension, a dance between two worlds.

Reaching its climax, the track becomes an electrifying blend of filtered arpeggios and orchestral drums. The chaos of the arpeggios, set against the backdrop of a rhythmic electronic beat, paints a picture of controlled frenzy, a climax of emotional and musical intensity.

In its final act, “Grill that Snapper” returns to its acoustic origins, revisiting the serene mood of the opening verse. The outro, a mirror of the initial bridge, serves as a contemplative denouement, bringing the listener full circle. It's a conclusion that invites reflection, a moment to absorb the rich journey that has unfolded.

Grill that Snapper

Look at you sorting through your halos.
Just as I am walking through the door.
You ain't got many words to say to me, though.
It's not getting better than before.
We must abide.
In the Cassiterides.
No, I've never caught a rabbit, and I'll never catch a rabbit with you.
Now, there's no coming back, no matter what I do.
What fools.
We were.

We don't all exist within the same world.
One in which the choices never end.
I'm sure it's lovely in your sunshine.
The grass looks pretty green from down our end.
We struggled by.
In the Cassiterides.
No, i've never caught a rabbit, and I'll never catch a rabbit from you.
The bottom rung of the ladders are simply rotten through.
Boo-hoo.
For who?

Save me.
Out here in the cold.
Your safety.
Is mostly made of gold?
Tame me?
When I'm knowingly mis-sold.
Lately.
Just sat here getting old.
Out of the fold.

You little bastards, always wanting a bit more.
Oh, there's certainly some more of what you've had.
Just poke your head above the parapet.
Quickly have a look and then just grab.
Want an easy ride?
In the Cassiterides.
Oh, you'll never catch a rabbit, and they'll never catch a rabbit for you.
Rome is built for Romans, not for you.
Not you.
Not you.

Safety?
Out here in the cold.
You'd save me?
But I dont have the gold.
Tame me?
Never in this life.
Hold me back?
What gave you the right.
Oh, the right.


Rabbits

You see in multi-colour, but you never reach the sky.

You live inside this bubble you created to get by.

You see in multi-colour, but can never touch the sun.

A horse that has been hobbled, which will never ever run. 

The fear of condemnation, like a maddened staring eye.

The knackers yard sits waiting, blind and baulking at goodbye.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.
Run rabbit, run to the sun.
To the sun.

The fear of forgetting everything from summers past.

The thought there was no point to any of the given tasks. 

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.
Run rabbit, run to the sun.
To the sun.

Run Rabbit Run (Part Two)

Alive Again

Je laisse parfois passer le temps.
Je nage souvent à contre courant.

Je laisse de côté mon esprit brouillé.
C’est mieux comme ça, il faut avancer.
Arrête toi là, cesse de gêner.
Je suis ma route, bien décidé.

Je regarde souvent le ciel flambant.
L’étincelle viendra puis un feu ardent.

Je laisse de côté mon esprit brouillé.
C’est mieux comme ça, il faut avancer.
Arrête toi là, cesse de gêner.
Je suis ma route, bien décidé.

Le chemin s’élève. Mon souffle est coupé.
Je regarde là-haut. Des pins, des cyprès.
Le vent ralentit mes pas mesurés.
Je regarde le ciel. Des nuages crevés.
La pente s’adoucit. La pluie a cessé.
Le vent est une brise. Le col est si près.
Le soleil brûlant me réchauffe un peu.
De l’autre côté, je suis arrivé.

Je laisse parfois passer le temps.
Je nage souvent à contre courant.
Je regarde souvent le ciel flambant.
L’étincelle jaillit. Vient le feu ardent.

Le Feu Ardent

The next step/turn of the Windmill, we enter the midth of summer, the longest day of the year. Why is that? Wikipedia has an answer https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Summer_solstice 
But beyond those "plain" physical facts this date is part of many cultures, religions, ceremonies and festivities. Annie's words tell one of the many stories. 

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut/
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, March 2024
See her entry for lyrics and more info https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut/summer-solstice

Music, arrangement and cover art by me.

Litha

Translation above

CQFD
(chanson à récapitulation)

Pourquoi faut travailler ?
C’est la faute au pêcher
Qui s’ prend pour un pommier !
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais pour tout démêler
Il suffit de penser
C’est la faute au verger !
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais Dieu, incorruptible,
Dit : « c’est inadmissible,
C’est la faute à la Bible ! »
Si y avait pas eu de Bible / Y aurait pas eu d’verger
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

La Bible manuscrite
Sous l’encore qui s’agite
Dit : c’est la faute au scribe !
Si y avait pas eu de scribe / Y aurait pas eu de Bible
Si y avait pas eu de Bible / Y aurait pas eu d’verger
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’pécher
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais l’encre sans crier
Maudit le parolier
Et sans un parolier
Y aurait pas eu d’chanson / Y aurait pas eu d’chanson (3 X)
Chanson qui tourne en rond / Chanson qui tourne en rond (2 X)
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 mars 2024

CQFD = Ce Qu’il Fallait Démontrer

CQFD
(recap song)

Why do we have to work?
Blame it on the peach tree
Who thinks he's an apple tree!
If there hadn't been an apple tree / There wouldn't have been a snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But to untangle it all
Just think
It's the orchard's fault!
If there hadn't been an orchard / There wouldn't have been an apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But God, incorruptible,
Says: "It's inadmissible,
It's the Bible's fault!"
If there had been no Bible / There wouldn't have been an orchard
If there'd been no orchard / There'd have been no apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

The handwritten Bible
Under the agitated still
Says: it's the scribe's fault!
If there had been no scribe / There would have been no Bible
If there'd been no Bible / There'd have been no orchard
If there'd been no orchard / There'd have been no apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But ink without shouting
Curses the lyricist
And without a lyricist
There wouldn't have been a song / There wouldn't have been a song (3 X)
A song that goes round and round / Song that goes round and round (2 X)
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Myckaël Marcovic, March 14, 2024

CQFD = Ce Qu'il Fallait Démontrer = What had to be demonstrated

CQFD

TV kills....sometimes 📺🏴‍☠️

L'UOMO DAI CENTO VOLTI

Passa via, nel vento con la sua valigia e la magia
che regalava con un gesto
Fantasia e in viso quelle mille luce artistiche
che ci facevan stare allegri

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza poter mostrare la sua identità
e sorridendo aspetta il giorno per alzare quel sipario

Passa via, travolto da quel mondo telecamera
e lacrime di coccodrillo - whoa

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza dimostrare la sua verità
ma sorridendo attende il giorno per alzare quel sipario

Ombre lunghe, senza prove
e una ferita nella pelle
c'è chi ti ama sotto il cielo
di un'estate decadente
e sa dirti che il tuo conto non riporta un prezzo giusto
che non pagherai mai

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza poter mostrare la sua identità
e sorridendo aspetta il giorno per alzare quel sipario
E si riderà

Profili irregolari

L'uomo dai cento volti

Hello and welcome! I'm an independent composer, musician and producer from Düsseldorf/Germany. I played guitar and/or keyboards in various (rock/prog/indie/fusion/whatever) bands for years. Now I spend most of my time hanging out in the studio, creating tracks for video and TV content. Trying to be versatile, mixing and matching all kinds of genres I like.

It was quite a long way to get to this place. But now I'm here. Just listen.

Alive Again

Frank D

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