Transamazonia - 07/26/19 08:55 AM
Hi all,
I've composed this music like a tribute to Buena Vista Social Club.
Patrick Fournerat has written french lyrics and he sings.
He is telling his memories of one travel on Amazon river.
https://soundcloud.com/christian-devienne/transamazonia
RD BossaRockPerc^1
RT 916 Acoustic Bass
RT 1903 Acoustic Guitar
RT 3200 Solo Electric Guitar
RT 1176 Electric Guitar
RT 1175 Acoustic Guitar
RT 3244 Bajo
RT 584 Resonator Guitar
RT 3200 Solo Acoustic Guitar
RT 2767 Cuatro
RT AfucheShaker
Loop Cowbell
Here's an approximate translation :
Faded by the rain,
the river has changed color.
Everything becomes black and gray.
I can not hear the howler monkeys anymore.
Odor of humidity
and immobile forests;
alone in the dark,
the yellow eyes of crocodiles.
Transamazonia, Manaus, Santarem.
Transamazonia, Belem terminus.
sailing on the Amazon ...
Carried by the current,
the pirogue undulates gently
on the way to the east
in the spotlight.
Morning butterflies
with subtle colors
and childish games
of pink dolphins so slender.
The morning mist
left the place for the sun.
In the vegetable hell,
the din of the wake up.
The tired faces
by a sticky night
will be rewarded.
Nature is generous.
I've composed this music like a tribute to Buena Vista Social Club.
Patrick Fournerat has written french lyrics and he sings.
He is telling his memories of one travel on Amazon river.
https://soundcloud.com/christian-devienne/transamazonia
RD BossaRockPerc^1
RT 916 Acoustic Bass
RT 1903 Acoustic Guitar
RT 3200 Solo Electric Guitar
RT 1176 Electric Guitar
RT 1175 Acoustic Guitar
RT 3244 Bajo
RT 584 Resonator Guitar
RT 3200 Solo Acoustic Guitar
RT 2767 Cuatro
RT AfucheShaker
Loop Cowbell
Here's an approximate translation :
Faded by the rain,
the river has changed color.
Everything becomes black and gray.
I can not hear the howler monkeys anymore.
Odor of humidity
and immobile forests;
alone in the dark,
the yellow eyes of crocodiles.
Transamazonia, Manaus, Santarem.
Transamazonia, Belem terminus.
sailing on the Amazon ...
Carried by the current,
the pirogue undulates gently
on the way to the east
in the spotlight.
Morning butterflies
with subtle colors
and childish games
of pink dolphins so slender.
The morning mist
left the place for the sun.
In the vegetable hell,
the din of the wake up.
The tired faces
by a sticky night
will be rewarded.
Nature is generous.
Love how it flows, and the vocals are stunning. Really strong harmonies, and I love the tropical/exotic vibe on this one. It sets a wonderful mood and makes for a captivating listen.