Playlist (r) - Autumn 2020

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Break The Silence

Texte Français et Google traduction

LES RAGOTS

Cracher des voix sur un dos
Donner bas ses coups de couteau
Le “qu’en dira” est bien au chaud
Dans les débats qui font des “faux”.
Montrer du doigt, se jouer Zorro
Au nirvana dans vos huis clos
Piquer à froid, croquer à chaud
Santé vous va, sentez vous sots
La tombola d’un prochain lot
Tiré tout bas, crié très haut
Au prorata d’autres ragots
Sera une proie de vos chapeaux

Aléas ou quipropos
Êtes judas, y’a pas photo.

Casser du bois, briser des os
Est à l’étroit du ciboulot
Prendre du poids, se rendre beau
Aux grands exploits, petits costauds.
Votre S.P.A. de sales corbeaux
Comme porte-voix trouve son écho
Au pieu Gloria d’un bas niveau
Dans des combats qui en sont trop.

Armada et armes à mots
Les gros bras n’ont pas de cerveau

Vider sa loi sous le manteau
Mets un contrat sur une peau
Les renégats gèrent les tripots
Et les bras droits font le boulot
Les gens sans foi suivent le cadeau
Comme on les noient dans un ruisseau
Ces candidats pour des complots
On les aura plus qu’il ne faut

Errata et à propos
On plante là, méchants cerveaux.
Armada et armes à mots
Mettons nos doigts là ou il faut.
Armada et armes à mots
Mettons nos doigts là ou il faut.
Mettons nos doigts là ou il faut.

GOSSIP

Spitting voices on a back
Give low stabbing
The "what will say" is well warm
In debates that make "fake".
Pointing, playing Zorro
To nirvana in your camera
Stitch cold, chew hot
Health you go, feel foolish
The raffle of a next batch
Shot low, shouted high
In proportion to other gossip
Will be a prey of your hats

Hazards or whopropos
Are peephole, there's no picture.

Break wood, break bones
Is cramped
Put on weight, make yourself beautiful
Great exploits, small sturdy.
Your S.P.A. of dirty crows
As a megaphone finds its echo
At Gloria stake of a low level
In fights that are too much.

Armada and weapons with words
Big arms do not have brains

Empty his law under the mantle
Put a contract on a skin
The renegades manage the gambling dens
And the right arms are doing the job
People without faith follow the gift
As we drown them in a stream
These candidates for conspiracy
We will have more than we need

Errata and about
We are planting there, wicked brains.
Armada and weapons with words
Let's put our fingers where it is needed.
Armada and weapons with words
Let's put our fingers where it is needed.
Let's put our fingers where it is needed.

LES RAGOTS (Quand on lance de faux bruits)

Thank you for listening!
A new collaboration with another great SoundCloud Artist.
It has been a pleasure to collaborate with the very talented singer Aida Deturck 
Check out the great work of Aida; https://soundcloud.com/aidadeturck
Lyrics and vocals: Aida Deturck
Video Clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp_cwdi1ewQ&feature=em-lsp
Lyrics:
Once upon a time she was right there
(Nobody knows)
and her whole life was just sit and wait 
“I want to be free”, “I want to be me”
And she sang in a tower all alone
[CHORUS]
Wake, Wake up
you have all the power in your hands
and she got, and she got what she always deserved 
-
Many years ago, she broke her own chains
(A Brand-New Day) 
Lost and lonely against all she knew 
“I want to be free”,“I want to be me”,“I will be brave”
And she escape from the tower by herself
[CHORUS]
Wake, Wake up
you have all the power in your hands
and she got, and she got what she always deserved
-
[BRIDGE]
She changed her path searching for a new life
What will you do?
Wait 
[CHORUS]
wake up
realizing her own power
and she got, and she got all that she always deserved   
Wait for me I’m coming
Everything looks beautiful through a castle window…

The Tower (Feat. Aida Deturck)

Once settled in Artica Point, almost frozen, I watch the world happening fast, and I tell you about by singing five verses with different vocal styles, a main instrumental theme in progress all along, and some bits of the other songs in the album to keep it conceptual ;)

Letra  /  Translated Lyrics:

DESDE AQUÍ (HISTORIA CONTEMPORÁNEA)  /  FROM HERE (CONTEMPORARY HISTORY)

Ahora que estoy aquí congelado,  /  Now I’m frozen here,
observo el mundo por internet y radio.  /  I watch the world on internet and radio.
Todo sucede ahí abajo tan rápido,  /  Everything happens so fast down there,
que se aprecian claramente los cambios,  /  that changes are clearly appreciated,
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

Con mis constantes vitales al mínimo,  /  With my vital signs down to a minimum,
como viviendo una película,  /  like living in a movie,
soy capaz de comprender el mecanismo  /  I am able to understand the mechanism
de la evolución de nuestra civilización,  /  of the evolution of our civilization,
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

El frío que congela mi cuerpo  /  The cold that freezes my body
… … no me permite llorar,  /  … … doesn’t allow me to cry,
pero mi corazón sigue caliente muy adentro, en algún lugar,  /  but my heart is still warm deep inside, somewhere,
y puedo al menos entristecerme por lo que veo al mirar  /  and I can at least feel sad about what I see when I look
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

Ahora que lo comprendo todo  /  Now when I understand everything,
entiendo que todos somos iguales,  /  I realize we’re all the same,
que sentimos lo mismo aunque ninguno lo sabe.  /  and we feel the same although no one knows it.
Desde aquí me identifico con cada hombre,  /  From here I feel identified with every man,
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

Desde aquí me alegro de no estar ahí abajo.  /  From here I’m glad not being down there.
Esperaré a ver qué pasa dentro de cien años.  /  I’ll wait and see what happens a hundred years from now.
Mi cuerpo apenas será un poco más viejo,  /  My body will hardly be a little older,
pero sí cumpliré siglo y medio de sabiduría y tristeza,  /  but I will get a century and a half of wisdom and sadness,
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

ER36 PA03 RUIZZO ©1996 ®2020

Desde aquí (Historia Contemporánea)

The lead single from our new EP "Strings"

“‘Baltimore’ though is the track that signals Hollowed Sky’s real arrival – six minutes of passion and intensity which some bands spend a career trying to capture. That song sis worth the price of admission alone.”~The Rockpit 

Lyrics for the song "Baltimore:"
To let it drone, to let it breathe
To hold my own, to make it me
Unstoppable incompetence
The disrespect, unreal to me
‘cause nobody cares about these streets
To give up on hope, give up on dreams
That’s not this man, not my city
When nobody cares about streets
Guns. Dimes. Crime.
Politics and loss of life
I can’t take no more

‘cause no one will let us grow
Under this hell we know
No one to teach their young
Function of plans unknown

This place is run with crooked men
Their greedy paws are in the dish
While young men die and no one cares
We will rise up and make a stand
‘cause nobody cares about these streets
It’s time to shine, so here we go
Let’s make it count, let’s let them know
That things will change, be different now
To make one man, into a crowd
Guns. Dimes. Crime.
Politics and loss of life
I can’t take no more

‘cause no one will let us grow
Under this hell we know
No one to teach their young
Function of plans unknown

Statistics will show you the numbers of loss
But that means nothing when it is one of your own
And it plays out like horrors you see on the screen
Of a movie or something you would not believe
When you look at the screen all you do is just cry
At the hit that you take when it’s deep in your pride
Still you struggle to get up and get on your feet
But you get up and go out, you get up and go

No one will let us grow
Unknown the class we own
No one to teach their young
No one will let us grow
Under this hell we know
No one will let us grow
No one, no one

I don’t have a whole lot here, but I can make it work
You see, it has nothing to do with us and everything to do with them
We try, we try so hard. Does anybody care about us?
I didn’t think so

Strings

Baltimore

It’s hard to believe that this song written by Paul Simon in 1964 is over half a century old. Like a true work of art, it has withstood the test of time. An interesting anecdote Simon wrote this song in his bathroom where his guitar would have an “echo” effect.
I hope you enjoy my version.

JJ(Johnny) Vienneau:
Drums
Bass
Lead & Rhythm Guitars

Peter Wheeler:
Vocals

Produced by; JJ Vienneau & Peter Wheeler
Recorded at: Rawkin' Productions - Montreal

The Sound Of Silence - Cover

Jazz Fusión (from Málaga (Spain)) -> RECOMMEND USING HEADPHONES

- Carlos Fuentes Castillo: Guitar, Keyboards, Composition, Programming, Mixing and Mastering.

Makiflai

When The Wind Dies Down

https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/sets/keep-the-streets-empty-for-me

Silent Tide

Facing Skyscrapers

Ad hoc cover of this 1990s euro dance tune.

Freed From Desire

MusikLogo FunkyShake KG171295 BiaB 17.Jul.2020

Funky Shake

FunkyShake

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

The toughest cages to break out of are often built by ourselves and entirely in our own minds.

BREAK OUT OF THIS CAGE

Break out of this cage
Why can’t I hold on to the bars
Is it all in my mind
The weight on my shoulders 

Better than that 
More than that
You deserve so much more
So much better than that

Round and round and round…..

Up and down
Round and round
Off the ground
I don’t want to hear a sound
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh….

Break out of this cage
Break out of this cage

Break out of this cage
Why can’t I hold on to the bars
Is it all in my mind
The weight on my shoulders 

Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh…..

Round and round and round…..

My future
Your future
Our future
It’s all in the past
It’s all in the past
Get off of this circular path

Break out of this cage
Break out of this cage  

Break out of this cage
Why can’t I hold on to the bars

Break Out Of This Cage

Rainbow -  - Output - Stereo Out

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 08/2020.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

Special thanks to my friend Alain for the beautiful photo of Crete and "title" song.
This photo inspired me with this unidentified musical object.
It's also one of my favorite dishes, the octopus salad with garlic, parsley, olive oil and of course a squeeze of lemon.

- OctoBlues -   (Octopus groove)

I embrace you with my long arms,
with sprawling love,
I won't let go, my white dove,
until to slam my beak warm,

this time i am the hunter,
before you crucify me in the sun
I know about you, it's fun,
my pulpit is more tender,

sprawling love,
sprawling love,
sprawling love...

OctoBlues

Devoid of Reality is reflective of most dreams, which when one wakes up from, simply don't make sense and are far from reality.
Headphones or some form of stereo will enhance the listening experience.
Music and lyrics by John.
That droning sound at :20 to :31 is me hitting a open A chord on my Schecter CET with the whammy bar pushed down and almost touching the strings and then slowly releasing the whammy bar. Thanks to the Floyd Rose system, the guitar stayed in tune all the way.
Artwork by the Mrs...

Lyrics

You look up to the sky and see it in flames
The ocean waters boiling there’s lava in the waves
The air thick with smoke you’re gasping just to breathe

Wake from your dream dazed and confused
While you slept your mind played tricks on you
Sitting in a cold sweat your soon realize that dreams are Devoid of Reality

Running hard from a threat you can’t see
Your heart races faster as you try to flee
Everything slow motion you’re tangled in a web

Wake from your dream dazed and confused
While you slept your mind played tricks on you
Sitting in a cold sweat your soon realize that dreams are Devoid of Reality

Wake from your dream dazed and confused
While you slept your mind played tricks on you
Sitting in a cold sweat your soon realize that dreams are Devoid of Reality

A mysterious sensation grabs hold of your senses
The world around you spiraling out of control
Falling from great heights no bottom in sight

Wake from your dream dazed and confused
While you slept your mind played tricks on you
Sitting in a cold sweat your soon realize that dreams are Devoid of Reality

Devoid of Reality

Devoid Of Reality

Was very lovely when Pascal asked me if he could arrange and orchestrate this very old track of mine! You did a lovely job Pascal! Thank you...
@pascal-basso for more lovely music.  😊🎶🎹🎤🎻 https://soundcloud.com/annie-smart-1/echoes 
for original version. 😊

ECHOES (with Pascal Basso)

MIDNIGHT HOUR
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 1988/2015/2020 AB Music

MIDNIGHT HOUR, YOU SAY THERE'S NO LAW
IN THIS HOUR, YOU GO ALONE

CHANGING YOUR NAME, IT'S NOT REALY YOU
AND IN THIS HOUR, YOU'LL MAKE, YOU'LL PAY
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
AND NOW YOU ARE TORN

THE KIDS ARE ALL SHOUTING, PLAYGROUNDS A SONG
CATCHING THE COLDNESS, I'M ALL ALONE

MIDNIGHT HOUR, YOU'RE UNDER THE LAW
IT'S IN THIS HOUR, YOU ARE ALONE
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
AND NOW YOU ARE TORN
(break)
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE

Another  World

MIDNIGHT HOUR

This is the story of my first “eclipse”, experienced alone in the wilderness of Oregon in August, 2017. It’s a long story, but the story behind this song.

I drove to Oregon alone to see the great American total solar eclipse of 2017. In Oregon, there is a famous national park called Crater Lake.  This is the deepest lake in America.   In the middle of Crater Lake is Wizard Island. This lake was formed when a huge volcano blew its top a long time ago.  My plan was to see Wizard Island, get a hotel room, and see the eclipse the next day.

There have been numerous stories of strange occurrences around this area from multiple people over the course of centuries.

The time was around 7 pm when driving up Crater Lake Mountain to see Wizard Island… I wasn’t sure where I was going, or how to get down from the mountain. Finally, I saw Wizard Island just as the sun started to set. I remember there was this misty haze in front of the Island. I could barely see it. I got the chills and a weird feeling... It was very eerie.

I tried to find my way down from the mountain in my car, but it was too late, I was lost, and it was too dangerous. There are areas where you can drive off a ledge and fall a long way. No fun. I had to pull over in the wilderness and spend the night in my car…

Hours passed, and I fell asleep.

What happened next is the strangest thing I’ve experienced in my life. I woke up, it was still night. My phone wasn’t working, my car wouldn’t start or turn on any lights. I didn’t know what time it was. It was disturbing to me they were both "dead", and I was panicked. Then I noticed the area around my car was alternating in brightness, like truck lights... But that wasn't it. I got out of my car to check it out.

But the sky was weird. The moon was weird. It was all weird. The moon was alternating between being clearly visible… And being pitch black. Like it was “blinking”. It would take 5 seconds to get black, then about 5 seconds to get bright again. The stars were barely visible. I stared in disbelief for maybe 30 seconds, it kept happening.  The air around me had a feeling of electric charge to it.   I started hearing a lot more animals, and they seemed to surround me. They were in the bushes and trees, everywhere. It got more troubling quickly when I could discern soft human voices. I couldn't see animals or people. 
I wasn't on any drugs, I was saving my drugs for the following day and the journey home.

Time seemed too slow. I backed up to my car, got in, and locked the doors. I remember a feeling of utter disbelief in my senses. Without any idea what to do, I climbed in the backseat and lied down. I thought any second I could die.

The next thing I remembered, I woke up. It was about 6:30 am. My car worked. My phone worked. And this was the morning of August 21st, 2017… The first day of the total solar eclipse which many of us would see later that day.  

But what I saw was something else.

Something very weird happened to me up there on that mountain that night, and it’s haunted me. I know several people will think "Manufactured lies!" Several others will think "Cool story bro...", well think what you want...

Later that morning when getting breakfast, still shook-up, I asked 2 waitresses if they heard of anything strange last night around Crater Lake. One said "no", the other said, "There's always something strange happening".

I remember one time a girl asked me why my music is so dark...
I’ve seen some sights.

Try to check out Crater Lake, Oregon, if you've never seen it.
Don't get lost.

- John

Crater Lake Eclipse

Sensitive And Emotional Being

A hobbyist composer/producer/musician. All tracks are original.
Please also visit our joint project with my friend Daniel Gómez: https://soundcloud.com/kheopslegacy
Thank you for listening!

Playlist (r) - Autumn 2020

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