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NADA  / NOTHING

He pensado en la muerte  /  I've thought about death
y en lo que habrá detrás.  /  and what will be behind.
Puede que no haya nada,  /  It may be nothing,
¿te has parado a pensar?  /  have you stopped to think?

Nada, nada... nada.  /  Nothing, nothing... nothing.

Nada, nada, nada ni siquiera aire,  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing not even air,
nada, nada, nada que pueda tocarse,  /  nothing, nothing, nothing you can touch.
Nada, nada, nada que tocar ni respirar.  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing to touch nor breathe.

Nada, nada, ni una idea ni un deseo,  /  Nothing, nothing, neither an idea nor a desire,
nada, nada, ningún miedo ni silencio,  /  nothing, nothing, no fear or silence,
nada, nada, nada nada se puede escuchar.  /  nothing, nothing, nothing nothing can be heard.
...
Nada, nada, no esperes encontrarte  /  Nothing, nothing, don't expect finding
nada, nada, no puedes imaginarte  /  nothing, nothing, you cannot imagine
nada, nada, nada, no te entra en la razón.  /  nothing, nothing, it doesn't fit your mind.

ER18PB06 - ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Nada (He pensado en la muerte)

Special thanks to 5Eleven for his acapella..

SWEET MORNING. Feat 5Eleven

This song will go private shortly. Exclululusive From a section of songs that will apear in 2024.
I will comment back to anyone who post feedback.
xx Ray xx

TRUTH RAY - ASTRAL YOUTH

Lyrics and music: Michele Ansani (1998).
Inspired by a Robert Musil's short story ("The Perfecting of a Love", 1911).
Cover photo is from Pietro Corrao.

Like some others I have already posted, this is a song from the late 1990s, recorded then with a Korg D8. I remixed the surviving file, working on volume and equalisation after separating the tracks, and adding some stuff. 

LYRICS (ENG / ITA)

nervously looked at the stranger
at that moment his beard lit up for a moment
she guessed there solidity, naturalness
and everything reconnected, she was there...

It flashed in her mind that already other times
The thing had begun in the same way, it was so...
And at the thought for an instant a voluptuous horror touched her
A voluptuous abulic horror
as before a sin yet unnamed

she wondered if he could have noticed
that she was looking at him
and her body filled with a slight sensuality
she seemed to be swimming in darkness before him
dissolved and impalpable like pale foam

so they travelled close
and little by little crept back into her thoughts
that restlessness
she tried to tell herself
that it was only the disturbance
of that sudden solitary journey
among strangers
soon afterwards instead she believed
that it was the wind that enveloped her
in a rigid frost

there was suddenly
a light high and clear on her past
as on an indescribable landscape of mysterious order
was a strange sense of the future
as if everything
that seemed long past
still lived on

furtively she sought the stranger
at that moment his hand for a moment
caressed her
she sensed in it a natural solidity
and everything reconnected
they were there ...

and thought of days
strangely distinct
from all the others
open before them
like a fugue of remote rooms
and joined with a hasty laugh
to the conversation

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nervosamente guardò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua barba per un attimo s’illuminò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò, lei era lì…

le balenò in mente che già altre volte
la cosa nello stesso modo incominciò, era così...
ed al pensiero per un istante la sfiorò
un orrore voluttuoso abulico
come davanti a un peccato ancora senza nome

si chiese se potesse essersi accorto
che lei lo guardava
e il suo corpo si colmò di una leggera sensualità
le sembrava di nuotare nelle tenebre davanti a lui
dissolta e impalpabile come pallida schiuma

così viaggiarono vicini
e poco a poco ritornò ad insinuarsi nei suoi pensieri
quell’inquietudine
cercò di dirsi
che era solo il turbamento
di quell'improvviso viaggio solitario
fra gente estranea
subito dopo invece poi credeva
che fosse il vento che l’avvolgeva
in un gelo rigido

vi fu improvvisamente
una luce alta e chiara sul suo passato
come su un paesaggio indescrivibile dall’ordine misterioso
era uno strano senso di futuro
come se tutto ciò
che pareva da lungo tempo passato
vivesse ancora

furtivamente cercò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua mano per un attimo
l’accarezzò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò
erano lì ...

e pensavano a giorni
stranamente distinti
da tutti gli altri
aperti davanti a loro
come una fuga di stanze remote
e si unirono con un riso precipitoso
alla conversazione

La Conversazione *

A song created with ai (concept by me), written for a friend that gone too soon from these damn bikes. Always wear helmets and the best is not to ride them at all, because they took already many lives and young souls very unfairly, close friends and acquaintances. Careful y'all out there, 4 wheels are always safer with normal speed of course, because this can be truly dangerous too if you overestimate your limits and strengths.

~R.I.P Takis~ :((

Speed Shadows (R.I.P Takis)

Emeralds

'The Three Ps Part 1 - Practice' is the first part of a trilogy of tracks. The first track, Part I - Practice, features Andy Grossart on Bass. The trilogy was inspired by my martial art teacher, Patrick Nagle, who would repeat over and over, "Three P's": meaning, practice, patience and perseverance. Parts II and III will be named sequencially. 

Alan Hamilton - Composition, Arrangement, All keys, Guitars, Brass and Winds, Drums and Percussion, Strings
Andy Grossart - Bass

The Three Ps

The Three Ps Part 1 - Practice

The Three Ps Part 1 - Practice (feat. Andy Grossart)

I thought I'd start off fast and then slow down.. And that's exactly what I am doing

Rotten Roll

A live recording of 15.12.24
from live stream of channels:

Baroque
Radio Aporee
Para-X Radio Network

no post editing were made
only a little loudness correction

Revolution Ten *Failed

God's watching for you (Asgor theme)

The Eighth, the final. His Follower; the last keeper of the truth.

VIII - Devotee

𝚃𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏

Rotten Roll

𝚅𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙲𝙷