wonderful Frans - the magical dancing flute, the intricate latin percussion and rhythms, fine piano comping and soloing (not to forget the latin bass).  Delightful

Fantastic piece Frans!!! I love your work on the nylon strings.

THE UNREAL AMAZON & A TWINK FROM UK

Lyrics, instrumental, Vocal performance, Sounds, mix, master Written and performed by - The Mysterious Decibel

Lyrics:

If the past could eat I'd be it's first course
Theres something on my mind
single digit cravings twisted by design
If you could fly me to fly me to the stars I'd knock them down
The swollen toes of the floating bill back to the ground
We are just the kid who let our balloon slip
Watching it all rise as these burgers flip
We are still down here
Waiting for your descent
We are still down here
But waiting piles on torment
Simple as it was
Good things never last
As Simple as it was
Good things never last
We stand here and wave down at half mast
For succulence in simplicity that's all we ever need


Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye goodbye goodbye dollar menu

Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye goodbye goodbye dollar menu

Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye goodbye goodbye dollar menu

Goodbye dollar menu
This drive thru just doesn't hit right anymore

Goodbye Dollar Menu

Jam Day C.Back

We are in the process of recording When You Walked In, so decided to release a live version first. It was recorded at the Con Club in Lewes using a TASCAM DR-05X on 19th April 25.

When You Walked In (Live) 250419

A CHEVAL SUR UN BABY PONEY
MA PETITE AMAZONE
ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY
PÉNÈTRE MA ZONE

NI UNE NI DEUX MOI TU ME CONNAIS
J’AI L’ŒIL DU CYCLONE
JE SAUTE A BORD DE MA DELAUNAY
ET JE M’OFFRE UN PYLONE

		WE’RE ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY
A LA FOIRE DU TRÔNE
JE LUI PROPOSE UN CORNET
ELLE M’OFFRE SON CÔNE

LES BONOBOS LES FARFADETS
LES BEGUES ET LES GNOMES
ON PARTAGE TOUS LE MÊME SECRET
LES MÊMES CHROMOSOMES

ZONE

		WE’RE ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY
POUR LE MÉTAL JAUNE
JE LUI PROPOSE UN CORNET
ELLE M’OFFRE SON CLONE

L’AMOUR TOUJOURS ÇA C’EST JAMAIS
MA PETITE AMAZONE
ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY
LAISSEZ-MOI RIRE JAUNE

WE’RE ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY
A LA FOIRE DU TRÔNE
JE LUI PROPOSE UN CORNET
ELLE M’OFFRE SON CLONE

LES BONOBOS LES FARFADETS
PAR LE TROU D’OZONE
LES GAMMAS LES ULTRA-VIOLETS
PÉNÈTRENT MA ZONE

ZONE

MA PETITE AMAZONE (Lyrics) + B.Browning vcls

Well hello my Team. World. 1st track of 2025 now.
11 of the album in no particular order dropped.
Dark gritty infectious vibes. At 114 Bpm.
Next track on the way. Hope You well.
Appreciate you listening, supporting.
As ALWAYS!! Holler to Collab.
Uploaded on 28/01/2025....

Killing the Uk

Unreal Facades

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Nylon Acoustic Guitar solo. Flute solo. Soprano Saxophone solo. Acoustic stand-up Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Drums Full kit set. Percussion, Cowbell, Ago go Bells, Timbales, Congas, Bongos, Zildjian 22" Crash Cymbal, Chimes Mark Tree.

Ipanema

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I need to put my headphones on

The voices are so loud...

I feel so much safer when I'm locked in my     closet 'cause I'm never good...

It's a real pain to be lost in my brain

I'm suddenly gone but then I'm back 

But not the same


They said there is something wrong with me

I'm suddenely gone then I come back but I'm not the same,oh my lord

They tell me I want to be a good girl

But I don't know how


They tell me I'm bad 'n to take my pills

But I don't

Cause I wanna be wild and go to hell

...Oh yeah


The voices tell me what to think

But it's sending chills down my spine


You know I'm not like everybody else

Peuh, Too bad for them


But mama you're so so sillIy 

I'm gonna have to make you pay

Keep the lights off and try to find me

But be quiet

Cause the voices are listening to us

Sssh....very quiet


It's really a pain

To be lost in my brain

Then I'm suddenly gone

Then even sooner back again

What is my name

What do you think

You can call me whatever you want

But I won't answer or obey

Cause it's fun

To be hiding away

To glide down on the rails

Leadin' to hell

Then there before

And I'll come up for air

The demon is watching me pull the hair out of my head and you can sit and watch and sit there and stare at the shadows on the walls

And danse to my beat and pass through the walls and go into your room and take out my knife...

And cut you up because

 'cause you're a bad mother

And now you will pay



So Skit So

Transparent (Interlude) - Fire Ark Radio Production

Transparent-Interlude

Well this is a tongue in cheek rocker written by Axel , who kindly invited me to join him , we do spend so much time burning the midnight oil in our studios , that we really should be asleep by now , our wives even make a reluctant cameo appearance ! Fun and good time rocker , we hope you like it ! Me and Gaz have a cracking song out on the 7th , he's had one of his visions for a new one , so I will be visiting planet Brownie pretty soon !
But in the meantime I'm working on a song with Dave Cooper , done a few recordings with Kim , and we've done a couple of songs written by Mary Augustson ( Skippy ) that are getting played on Amazing Radio UK/USA , good grief I'm 63 , I should be reaching for my pipe and slippers !
Thank you so much for your kind support , and me and Charlottes album is still out there , it's definitely worth a listen !
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

We Should Be Asleep By Now

[The Final Nuclear War Room Transcripts:]

Low gravelly voice Dr. Strangelove laughs in the war room’s glow,
A wheelchair waltz with the codes we know.

General Ripper seals the bunker door—
“Purity’s pure when there’s no world left to war.”

Tick-tick-tick, the Doomsday Machine’s hum,
A lullaby for the not-long-to-come.
We built it smarter, we built it cold—
Now it’s a ghost in the circuits, out of control…

High trembling soprano a red phone rings, but no one’s there,
A president’s joke, a Russian’s prayer.
“Just a little game,” they all confessed—
But the bomb’s in the cradle, and the world’s undressed.

Tick-tick-tick, the warheads bloom,
A fireworks show in a pitch-black womb.
We wrote the script, we forged the key—
Now the earth’s a tomb, and we’re the debris…

“Mine… is… not… to… reason… why…”
…just to watch the sky turn violet and die.
“No survivors, only echoes of the lie! ”

Tick-tick-tick, the clock’s last sigh,
A nursery rhyme for the human goodbye.
We danced with death, called it “just a drill”—
Now the Doomsday Machine… wakes… and kills…

Single child’s voice fading, ashes, ashes, we all fall down…

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DOCTOR STRANGELOVE

A bit of US Country Rock going on here , Dave Cooper sent me the lyrics and I knew straight away this would work ! I got Kim on board to add a bit of flavour to the song , and this is the result , we hope you like it ! Nearly finished a new one with Dave , a bit of Folk Rock . Me , Gaz and Nat are up next with a cracker of a song , followed by a song written by David Dunham that me and Axel Menningen recorded , lovely song ! Then it's me , Skippy and Kim , followed by Kim and I , then a real belter me and Andrea Brennan put together about a week ago . Lot's happening folks , thank you for all the support you give to me and the projects I'm involved in .
Charlotte and myself still have our album out there , have a listen to a track or two !
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

Supersonic Dreamer

Washed Away

Eclipse Over Bourbon Street

I am a frozen statue, watching seasons come and go, feeling changes, doing nothing, forever...
Last movement of the rock symphony, where I pay tribute to, and play, my mom's spanish guitar.
Main theme (bass E1-A1...E1-A1-E2...), appears all along the album, and also main themes of other 3 movements sound here as refrains (Vienen y van / Hora tras hora) which are thus sung over 4 different musics ;) E-Ruizzo project is finished, what's to come?... below translated lyrics.

SE NOTA (PRIMAVERA EN EL POLO)  /  ONE CAN FEEL IT (SPRING AT THE POLE)

Se nota… después de seis meses  /  One can feel it… after six months
el sol amanece y se nota…  /  the sun dawns and one can feel it …

En el despertar del zorro ártico,  /  In the awakening of the arctic fox,
en el fluir de los glaciares se nota.  /  in the flow of the glaciers one can feel it.
En el nacimiento de icebergs,  /  At the birth of icebergs,
en los acantilados poblados de aves.  /  on the cliffs populated by birds.

Vienen y van, no me hacen caso,  /  They come and go, they don’t listen to me,
soy sitio de paso.  /  I’m a transit point.
Hora tras hora, los meses pasan,  /  Hour after hour, months pass through,
un sitio de paso soy.  /  I’m a transit point.

Se nota… como cada mañana,  /  One can feel it… as every morning,
que la primavera ha llegado al Polo.  /  that spring has come to the Pole.

Se nota…  /  One can feel it…

En la migración del narval,  /  In the migration of narwhal,
en el aliento del viento,  /  in the breath of the wind,
en las nubes que huyen de él, se nota.  /  in the clouds that run away from it, one can feel it.

En el canto de las sirenas,  /  In the singing of mermaids,
en las inflorescencias de hielo,  /  in the inflorescences of ice,
en el paso del noroeste se nota.  /  in the Northwest Passage one can feel it.

Vienen y van, no me hacen caso,  /  They come and go, they don’t listen to me,
soy para todos un sitio de paso,  /  I am a transit point for all of them,
(soy) una estatua de hielo (soy),  /  (I am) an ice statue (I am),
(soy) una estatua de hielo (soy).  /  (I am) an ice statue (I am).

Vienen y van…  /  They come and go…

¡¡¡ La frecuencia diaria del proceso estacional  /  The daily frequency of the seasonal process
me permite hacer estudios estadísticos !!!  /  allows me to do statistical studies !!!
Ja ja ja ja ja ja jaaaa !!!  /  Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa !!!

Vienen y van…  /  They come and go…

Hora tras hora, los meses pasan,  /  Hour after hour, months pass through, 
nuevos migrantes, nunca se cansan,  /  new migrants, they never get tired,
(soy) una estatua de hielo (soy).  /  (I am) an ice statue (I am).
(soy) una estatua de hielo (soy).  /  (I am) an ice statue (I am).

Hora tras hora…  /  Hour after hour…

Se nota…  /  One can feel it…

ER37 PA04 RUIZZO ©1996 ®2020

Now all 44 songs I wrote with mom's guitar in my university years have been arranged and posted, 
after 8 years of E-Ruizzo project, which I'm about to finish. I plan to stay here, commenting as 
usual, and post future and still not scheduled songs from another profile. That's all, no alarm!

Maybe you played this version before? https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/se-nota-piano-version

Se nota (Primavera en el Polo)

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

Greetings.. Thanks for listening..Born in Holland, came to the US when I was 10 years old.. I've Been playing, composing, writing, arranging, recording, mixing, mastering, engineering, producing music of all genres..Playing electric guitar, Slide, Dobro, Nylon Guitar, Bass, Accordion, Flute, Keyboards, Piano, Organ, Synthesizer, Vibraphone, Harmonica, Drums & Percussion since I was 10 years old, self taught.. many different styles and genres to choose from. These songs are the representation of a lifetime's work! 
Superior recordings.. using the best Microphones, Neuman U-87's, Dynamic Microphones, Ribbon Mics, Shure SM-57 & SM-58, and a variety of dynamic and condenser microphones used in these recordings with today's latest software, Pro-Tools, Mastering Labs,  Reaper, Audacity and various hardware and software products from Germany, Australia, France, and various places from all over the globe. 48 Channel Mixing console, Various outboard effect units...Thank you for listening!

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