Name: Chrystal clear by FabofaWo
Duration: 4 min 26 s
Description: some very calm melodies and sound patterns to wind down and feel better

this is very beautiful, caught my attention at once, great composition...

so many alcoves and pockets of sounds, not to mention the varieties! well done!

Great track…..🌍☮︎👍🐞🍀2024

Very fresh sounds! Very nice to listen to!

Such a wonderfully organic landscape... :)

I hope to someday finish animation I started years ago of flamingos in the rain dancing to this song.

Synth harp, guitars, clarinet, cellos, and bass set to hit hop, conga, and bongo beats at a tango’s pace of 70 bpm. Rain audio recorded live in December 2023.

I wrote an extended version of this track more than a decade ago during a time I was experiencing intense physical pain. As I fled inwardly into creativity to escape, this music narrated the discovery of a quiet harbor from pain.

Later I became amused watching a wildlife documentary of flamingos and their mating dance. As they marched together in step, abruptly turning their heads and beaks known as head flagging to an unknown beat accentuating their synchronized rhythm, I imagined flamingos dancing the tango. Initially I had ambitions to create an animated short with Tango In The Rain as the soundtrack. With time constraints, I leaned more toward the immediacy of digital music-making than animation and discovered pain relief in the process. And as a fan of old movies, this tune evolved into my fantasy score for a different Singin' in the Rain type of musical of animated dancing flamingos.

I hope the music takes you to your own safe harbor, hopefully a place of grace, comfort, and peace. My best wishes to you.

Tango In The Rain

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

Deceiver (instrumental)

Here’s a jazz swing track for 2024 !
It’s a rearranged version of an old composition. In this track I used piano, acoustic guitar, B3, Rhodes, brushed drums and upright bass.
Thank you for listening !

Composition: Julien Apelian
Recording studio: Audio Colors
December, 28th, 2023.

Maximum Swing

some very calm melodies and sound patterns to wind down and feel better

Chrystal clear

Songbird (Cover) Jan 2024--------------------- Artwork by Mark McGuinness. BA (Hon)---

In This House Of Love.

I am excited about collaborating with soprano Maribel Villarroel and arranger and pianist René Calderón. The lyrics are from Pablo Neruda's Sonnet IV from the book "100 Love Sonnets" (Cien Sonetos de Amor), translated by Stephen Tapscott. The Fundación Pablo Neruda has granted permission.

Soneto IV  (Letras de Pablo Neruda)

Recordarás aquella quebrada caprichosa.                                                                                                  a donde los aromas palpitantes treparon,                                                                                                  de cuando en cuando un pájaro vestido                                                                                                   con agua y lentitud: traje de invierno.

Recordarás los dones de la tierra:                                                                                                     irascible fragancia, barro de oro.

Recordarás el ramo que trajiste,                                                                                                            ramo de sombra y agua con silencio,                                                                                                   ramo como una piedra con espuma.

Y aquella vez fue como nunca y siempre:                                                                                          vamos allí donde no espera nada                                                                                                                y hallamos todo lo que está esperando

Recordarás aquella quebrada caprichosa.                                                                                                   a donde los aromas palpitantes treparon,                                                                                                  de cuando en cuando un pájaro vestido                                                                                                   con agua y lentitud: traje de invierno.

Soneto IV (Lyrics by Pablo Neruda)

You will remember that leaping stream
 where sweet aromas rose and trembled,                                                                                                  and sometimes a bird, wearing water                                                                 and slowness, its winter feathers.

You will remember those gifts from the earth:                                                                               indelible scents, gold clay,

You’ll remember the bouquet you picked,                                                                                      shadows and silent water, a bouquet like a foam-covered stone.

That time was like never, and like always.                                                                                               So we go there, where nothing is waiting:                                                                                               we find everything waiting there.

You will remember that leaping stream where sweet aromas rose and trembled,                                                                                                  and sometimes a bird, wearing water and slowness, its winter feathers.

This song was also performed live at "La Chascona", the former home and now a museum of Pablo Neruda in Bella Vista, Santiago: 
https://youtu.be/vzz8tY0CYLk?si=kOsG3Y1hdf5t7oLP

"Canciones para Pablo Neruda" is a book of musical scores for songs based on lyrics by Pablo Neruda and 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.yWfKLwVLL4S1Fxvgru4-NOGTEt70JmPu-

Soneto IV

I am so excited about collaborating with soprano Maribel Villarroel and arranger and pianist René Calderón. The lyrics are from the Pablo Neruda poem "Para Que Tú Me Oigas"" in the book "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair". Translated by W.S Merwin. Permission has been granted by Fundación Pablo Neruda.

Para Que Tú Me Oigas (Letras de Pablo Neruda)

Para que tú me oigas mis palabras
se adelgazan a veces
como las huellas de las gaviotas en las playas.
                                                                                                                                  Y las miro lejanas mis palabras.
Más que mías son tuyas.
Van trepando en mi viejo dolor como las yedras..                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                            Ahora quiero que digan lo que quiero decirte                                                                                              para que tú me oigas cómo quiero que me oigas. 

Llanto de viejas bocas, sangre de viejas súplicas.                                                                              Ámame compañera. No me abandones. Sígueme.                                                                           Sígueme, compañera, en esa ola de angustia. 

Pero se van tiñendo con tu amor mis palabras.                                                                                       Todo lo ocupas tú, todo lo ocupas. 

So that You will hear Me (Lyrics by Pablo Neruda)                                                                                          

So that you will hear me
my words
Sometimes grow thin
As the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. 
And I watch my words from a long way off.                                                                                           They are more yours than mine.                                                                         They climb on my old suffering like ivy. 
Now I want them to say what I want to say to you                                                                                      to make you hear as I want you to hear me.

Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.                                                                                             Love me, companion. Don’t forsake me. Follow me.                                                                                      Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish. 

But my words become stained with your love.                                                                                                     You occupy everything, you occupy everything. 
 
 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

Para Que Tú Me Oigas

François TAMBY: guitars, drums, bass, arrangements and production
Aline TAMBY : all voices

   A song that rocked my late teens; I've always loved the lyrics, the "Kenloachian" video, Jimmy Somerville's voice and the melody, but much less the synthetic arrangements and 80s production. It's a world far removed from our own, so we've freely reinterpreted the song in our own way...

 Une chanson qui a bercé ma fin d'adolescence ; j'ai toujours aimé les paroles, le clip "Kenloachien", la voix de Jimmy Somerville et la mélodie, mais beaucoup moins les arrangements synthétiques et la production des années 80. C'est un monde très éloigné du nôtre,  nous avons donc librement réinterprété la chanson à notre façon...

CIACCO-Cover-Smalltown Boy-Bronski Beat

The album "All Strings Attached" elevates the fusion of minimalism and contemporary classical music, offering a profound journey into introspection. It invites listeners to embrace powerful emotions, rediscover forgotten experiences, and uncover new, unexpected feelings. With its compelling intensity and dynamic tempo, the music on this album aims to forge a deep connection with listeners, guiding them on an imaginative voyage. Each track, crafted from intimate and familiar sounds, unfolds a unique story that each listener can make their own.

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I am happy and grateful to share my music with this amazing community. Thank you and stay happy!

Chrystal clear

FabofaWo

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