1. |
The unfortunate man
04:00
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The unfortunate man
(Francis Alés, arrangement by Denise Garrigan)
The afternoons are long,
the nights are endless.
The unfortunate man
only wants to be reborn,
in the morning.
(In the morning)
Everything will change.
He revives again
his misfortune
one more day.
One more day.
The course of his ship
is marked in the sky,
whether the sea
is rough or calm,
the unfortunate man
(the unfortunate man)
doesn’t know how to sail.
He revives again
his misfortune
one more day.
One day more.
One more day,
there is no crew to command.
There is nobody
to talk, to laugh, to love.
Destiny is a strange,
a friend from the past.
The unfortunate man
doesn’t remember what
he did yesterday
(he did yesterday)
At least he lives today.
He revives again
his misfortune
one more day.
One more day.
One more day,
(One more day)
there is no crew to command.
One more day,
(One more day)
There’s nobody to talk.
One more day,
(One more day)
There’s nobody to laugh.
One more day,
(One more day)
There’s nobody to love.
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2. |
Believing
04:27
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Believing
(Francis Alés, arrangement by Denise Garrigan)
Today life has given me
a second last second chance.
Surely it’s more, more than I deserve,
oh yeah.
After so many years,
I didn’t care at all.
I’m believing, I’m believing.
My words are witness in time,
fleeting words in the wind.
(Fleeting words in the wind)
(Fleeting words in the wind)
Sometimes I feel a ray of sun
caressing sweetly on my face.
Dawn is warming the cold morning.
I feel loved, I feel lucky.
I’m attending a sunrise.
I’m believing, I’m believing.
My words are witness in time,
fleeting words in the wind.
It’s the big show,
keeps me focused,
keeps me awake,
keeps me up,
keeps me up.
(Fleeting words in the wind)
It’s the big show,
keeps me focused,
keeps me awake,
keeps me up,
keeps me up.
(Fleeting words in the wind)
I’ve seen, I’ve heard, I’ve felt.
I’ve touched, I’ve smelled, I’ve tasted.
I don't know if I've dreamed it, I don’t know
I haven't been afraid.
if that was really so,
I’m believing, I’m believing.
My words are witness in time,
fleeting words in the wind.
It’s the big show,
keeps me focused,
keeps me awake,
keeps me up,
keeps me up.
(Fleeting words in the wind)
It’s the big show,
(Fleeting words)
(Fleeting words)
keeps me focused,
(Fleeting words)
(Fleeting words)
keeps me awake,
(Fleeting words)
(Fleeting words)
keeps me up,
keeps me up.
(Fleeting words in the wind)
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3. |
Ready to play
04:24
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Ready to play
(Francis Alés, arrangement by Denise Garrigan)
It’s just the time
to show myself,
to prove my grace,
to prove my grace.
I've been lost,
I‘ve believed,
and now I’m here, I’m here.
Ready to play.
It’s just the time, to show myself,
(to prove my grace)
It’s just the time, to show myself,
(to prove my grace)
It's a full moon tonight.
The cold breeze moves my hair.
The band finish their drinks.
There is little left to play.
I've been lost,
I’ve believed,
and now I’m here, I’m here.
Ready to play.
I’ve got my engine on.
The band is ready to play.
One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four.
here we go, here we go.
I've been lost,
I’ve believed,
and now I’m here, I’m here.
Ready to play.
It’s just the time, to show myself,
(to prove my grace)
It’s just the time, to show myself,
(to prove my grace)
My heart is beating fast.
Time stops and returns.
The lights make me hot,
the audience gives me wings.
I've been lost,
I’ve believed,
and now I’m here. I’m here.
Ready to play.
It’s just the time
(It’s just the time)
to show myself,
(to show myself)
to prove my grace.
(to prove my grace)
I've been lost,
I‘ve believed,
and now I’m here, I’m here.
I’ve just played.
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4. |
Inner peace
03:55
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Inner peace
(Francis Alés, arrangement by Denise Garrigan)
Uhm, this,
this is new,
I don’t remember,
now I do.
Little birds singing in the morning,
natural calm on a sunny day.
Inner peace.
The absence of need, false wishes,
a strange feeling, real feeling.
Inner peace.
This sweet balance is
something not lasting.
All my wishes were
to have, to have it.
Nothing else matters to me,
nothing else matters to me,
when I have inner peace.
(Inner peace)
All those stuff, stuff, little things,
I've been through, through to get here.
Inner peace.
I guess everything has been necessary,
unique formula for every lost soul.
Inner peace.
This sweet balance is
something not lasting.
All my wishes were
to have, to have it.
Nothing else matters to me,
nothing else matters to me,
when I have inner peace.
This sweet balance is
something not lasting.
All my wishes were
to have, to have it.
Nothing else matters to me,
nothing else matters to me,
when I have inner peace.
Nothing else matters to me,
nothing else matters to me,
nothing else matters to me.
(Inner peace)
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Francis Ales Melilla, Spain
Francis Alés comenzó actuando en grupos malagueños de rock sinfónico en su juventud. Cursó estudios de Jazz e impartió clases de Guitarra y Armonia Moderna. Ahora es profesor de Informática y como afición compone sus propias obras y toca en varios grupos de amigos de su ciudad adoptiva, Melilla. ... more
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