Name: Sinfonía No. 3 - Mov I - Arabia by Rafael Serrano - Composer
Duration: 12 min 10 s
Description: Rafael Serrano - Sinfonía No. 3 - Mov I - Arabia

A very romantic notion of Saudi Arabia that certainly emanates a feel good emotion. Very attractively crafted!

sorta Christmas in the Middle East (I did say sorta!)

A pleasure to listen to! As always, great orchestration!

What an amazing oriental themes in almost all of your composings. Good on you Rafael. You are really perfect in ethnomusicology. Bravo 👏

Two bari ukes drive this piece, accompanied by a resonator and a Martin OM 28.

McClellan Winds

Put You On

Her name is Hope

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Flute solo,  Fender Rhodes Electric Piano solo, Trumpet solo, Vibraphone solo,. Fender Electric Bass. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Trap Drum set Full kit. Percussion Congas, Bongos, Zildjan 22" Ride & Crash Cymbal.Ago go bells, Cow Bell.

Cannery Row

Escaping

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On this March 2024 episode of Sonic State, on air every second Saturday of the month on Ibiza Global Radio, you'll listen to tracks from Guy J, Hernan Cattaneo, Michael Mayer, Eric Lune, Dowden, and more.

SONIC STATE with Nick Rosa - Ibiza Global Radio 09/03/2024

I am excited about collaborating with soprano Maribel Villarroel and arranger and pianist René Calderón. The lyrics are from a Pablo Neruda poem about Easter Island, "XXII La Isla". This poem is from Pablo Neruda's "The Separate Rose", translated by William O'Daly. The Foundation of Pablo Neruda has granted permission.

XXII La Isla

Amor, amor, Oh separada mía
Por tantas veces mar como nieve y distancia,
Mínima y misteriosa
rodeada de eternidad, agradezco
no solo tu mirada de doncella,
tu  blancura escondida, rosa secreta, sino
el resplandor moral de tus estatuas
La paz abandonada que impusiste en mis manos 
El día detenido en tu garganta.

XXII The Island

My Love, my love, O separate one,
for so long sea like snow and distance,
small and mysterious, surrounded by the infinitive,
I am thankful not only for your lovely innocence,
your hidden whiteness, secret rose, but also
for the moral radiance of your statues,
for the forsaken peace you imposed upon my hands:
the day caught inside your throat.

This song was also performed live at "La Chascona", the former home and now museum of Pablo Neruda in Bella Vista, Santiago: youtu.be/vzz8tY0CYLk?si=ZfYIat6iL69p2FW4

"Canciones para Pablo Neruda" is a book of musical scores for songs based on lyrics by Pablo Neruda as well as artwork from some of Chile's greatest artists: https://www.amazon.com/Canciones-Para-Pablo-Neruda-Spanish/dp/9564163218/ref=sr_1_1?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.JV3fZn25wlYcYE3CfKo_ue-fx5JdUXB60a-hWwk205kXDQG20j2a39ntzMqHEkx3viRYPO82bPSZDVFqrJB0Ktv2SFa70Mpx30Y-oeBwc1BQrmYTopCWzqNa1jFZPzoYDn_DvSM1le70QritFcGLlAlKEe5jlzrHxk6CEpjSbXLV52LciGsetvGRc5-X0wUWjkJn4KDpoJZ8yoSdygz8U8t6STGLP0jtrLy0XHI81qU.hUSdYX9jFdVq5TBnQWaNA-H2v_m_nFe0A6ADmg40qBg&dib_tag=se&keywords=CANCIONES+Para+Pablo+Neruda&qid=1710717676&sr=8-1

Poema XXII "La Isla" (Poem by Pablo Neruda)

Ich beginne zu akzeptieren

Ich beginne zu akzeptieren (I'm beginning to accept)

Run, hide...death comes singing wrapped in the fog....

Composed & produced by: Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2024
Photo: Markus Spiske

Run, Hide... Death Comes Singing Wrapped In The Fog....

CRYING AT THE PARTY

Know first I Started off wit the G6 (facts)

Fuck you mean quit the lean on some weak shit(no)

Everyday young nigga on some G shit (gang)

In the streets everyday on some street shit (yea)

Feel like wade in the hood wit the heat bitch (flash)

I can do it by myself ion need shit(yea)

Gotta get the commas up from the east bitch(east side)

Im a 10 toes nigga ion sneak shit (facts)



Keep it 10 to the ground mean stay solid (real)

Niggas pocket watching hard but ion talk about it(nope)

Gotta clear the whole seen when it’s over crowded (go)

Gotta make ya own way shit be out of pocket (yea)

Kaint trust these days cole in the stocking 

Good kid mad city yea I heard about it (yea)

Throwin dirt on a name all they can do about it 

Ballin too hard like I’m John Stockton (get it)

Big Gwap Big T know I got them boppin 

Keep it like a cold sprite Know this shit be poppin(facts)

Gotta do it by ya self  that’s the only option (yea)

Did the shit one time now I’m never stopping



No time for the games or the lame lames 

Got it hot propane it’ll never change 

All black wit the tint like Bruce Wayne 

Gotta keep fly kicks like I’m lui Kane 

Got it all tatted on me now it’s stuck and stain 

Heard they all ratted on me then I brought the gang 

Fuck the fame fighting Irish on my notre dame 

If you don’t know the difference you don’t know the gang 

Super hot hot sauce steady speaking flames 

So hot fuck around and have to change a name 

So much gwala on a nigga how I found the gang

I’m just shooting start wit the moon on aim 

If you ain’t fucking wit it you just hella lame 

Imma thinker pinky pick picking at the brain 

Sippin wocky every night just to go to sleep 

Im a real one never hard to notice me

Rafael Serrano - Sinfonía No. 3 - Mov I - Arabia

Sinfonía No. 3 - Mov I - Arabia

Rafael Serrano - Composer

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