Angeline ...

Original collab with Silvia @silviamerce

© xanylovem and Silvia Merce - Sep. 2019
Picture Retiro Park - Madrid - Spain

ANGELINE (with Silvia)

Somewhere cross the world
People free and brave
Anything they want they take
It's a land of plenty
Enough for everyone
Except for those with none

Don't worry darling 
Little one dry your tears
It's somewhere far from here

Got tiny little hearts
To hear the way they live
So little love left to give
And if they got no house
They live on the street
Or maybe in a car's backseat

But don't worry darling
Little one dry your tears
It's somewhere far from here

Late at night they sing their songs
With all the grace of Babylon

My beautiful child
May you never see
What's become of their dream
Soon the day will be dawning
We'll wake and rise my darling
While somewhere night has fallen 
Somewhere far from here

But don't worry darling
Little one dry your tears
It's somewhere far from here

Somewhere Far From Here

And now for my next act
It's not the final one
That act is still to come
Now for my next act
Just when you thought it was done
It's only just begun
The best is yet to come

Now for my next act
Please, please don't leave yet
This is where it gets good
Now for my next act
A rabbit out of a hat
And on top of all that
The best is yet to come

I know the sun is soon to set
But I know I got so far to go before I rest

Now for my next act
Something you won't believe
Can you stay seated please
Now for my next act
I know it's getting late
But it's worth the wait
The best is yet to come

I know the sun is soon to set
But I know I got miles to go before I rest

Now for my next act
It's called the Tower of Doom'
Could you make some room
Now for my next act
Can I get a volunteer to stand up here

Now for my next act
It's not the final one
That act is still to come
Now for my next act
Just when you thought it was done 
It's only just begun

Now for my next act...

And Now For My Next Act

Peaks Twinned (2025)

Remember the Cardigans great song Gran Turismo from 1998.
I undressed it and put on some new clothes.
ENJOY!

Favourite Game

It is my pleasure to share another collaboration with the wonderfully creative and talented Michele Ansani. For a complete translation of the lyrics as well as a description of this work, please visit Michele's SoundCloud page (@MicheleAnsani). While you are there, be sure to listen to his other great compositions!
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Lyrics: Michele Ansani
Music: Michele Ansani & Francess Harris
Piano: Francess Harris
Vocals and arrangement: Michele Ansani
Composed by Ansani & Harris (1976-2025)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, February 14

Flora [with PianoFran] * By Michele Ansani is licensed under a Creative Commons License.

Flora [with Michele Ansani]*

little doozy i just threw together, had the progression floating around in my head for a bit, finally put pen to paper

Tensions in Paradise

Have Much

I always think of Saint Patrick’s Day here in the US as a celebration of the social graces as they involve drinking. We drink together, we laugh and cry together, and friendships typically grow like flowers from those barroom and “parlor” floors. With the big day just a couple weeks away now I wanted to contribute something that expresses my attachment to the many fast friends I hold dear. I dedicate this one to my closest friend who is departed too soon, Rich. Cheers.

Music written by Craig Durgy ©2025
Guitar & vocals by Craig Durgy
Production by Nat Daniels of Gentle Rain Records (including bass, tin whistle & percussion)

Lyrics:

Let’s drink to the morning, 
That peeks through the windows 
And drink as the night melts away
Let’s drink to the memories 
That yesterday knows
And cheers to the friends that remain

I raise my glass cause it’s 
Lighter than toiling
And is drawn to be tested to yours
I drink to the moment 
That we’ll be recalling
And the path to the day it recurs

And if it seems to me, 
It matters not
The hopes and dreams of two old sots
The lesson of time is 
The beverage that binds us
I drink to your smile and our lot

I can see through the weary
As the sun warms your face
And the suds settle down in your glass
Your eyes are not teary
As we take this last taste
And swallow the tears of the past

I raise my glass cause it’s 
Lighter than toiling
And is drawn to be tested to yours
I drink to the moment 
That we’ll be recalling
And the path to the day it recurs

And if it seems to me, 
It matters not
The hopes and dreams of two old sots
The lesson of time is 
The beverage that binds us
I drink to your smile and our lot
I drink to your smile and our lot

The Beverage That Binds Us

Continuing the "Buendiana" cycle based on Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude...
Liberalism is like a flame - one breath can extinguish it and plunge everything into darkness. But a breath in other conditions can fan the flames and destroy everything around...
People are unequal, but oppression is disgusting.
Force is destructive, but only a counterforce can stop it.
Truth is not in the middle, as many think, but higher - it is above the "plane" of extremes.
Our salvation is in intelligence and honesty, which the bastard Arcadio (who imagined himself a second Bonaparte) so lacked. He was shot, albeit by the hands of the executioners, but as a result of his own stupidity and dishonor...

And Now For My Next Act

Paul Haas