The Music Played – Matt Monro

The Music Played – Matt Monro

 

An angry silence stayed where love had been
And in your eyes a look I’ve never seen
If I had found the words you might have stayed
But as I turned to speak the music played

As lovers danced their way around the floor
I suddenly watched you walk towards the door
I heard a friend of yours suggest you stay
And as you took his hand the music played

Across the darkened room the fatal signs I saw
We’d been something more than friends before
Well, I was hurting you by clinging to my pride
He had been waiting and I drove him to your side
I couldn’t say the things I should have said
Refused to let my heart control my head
But I was made to see the price I paid
And as he held you close
The music played
And as I lost your love
The music played.

Secrets silence

Mihran Kalaydjian Beethoven’s 5 Secrets silence

“Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.”

“Ludwig van Beethoven”

Kiss your hand woman

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing Kiss your hand woman

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing Kiss your hand woman

Lyrics “Kiss your hand woman ”
Written by Marl Hazou
Arrangement & Mix: Edward Khoury
Producer: Edward Khoury & Elias Bandak
Music Arrangements: Edward Khoury
Record Labels: Paramount Studios

Kiss, woman, your hand
Always working
Both small and flower
Kiss, woman, thy hand.

As a wing that flew
He tired tireless
Let rest Quiet
As a wing which flew.

Children sleep in their nest
Innocent them were sleeping, Mom,
All carefree and fearless
Children sleep in their nest.

And with your hand here,
On a light cushion
Alintătoare and gentle
And with your hand here.

Refrain
Holy us her house with her eternal fire from the hearth,
Holy us her house with her hard stone threshold,
Holy’s house in swing I miss you down,
Holy ni increases boy’s house a virgin.

Kiss, woman, eyes
The tear and spark,
The king and zee,
Kiss, woman, eyes.

Kiss, good, your word
With clarity springs
The spell of the rising sun,
Kiss, woman, your word.

Kiss your hair beautiful,
Unbeatable as rye,
When a wind-nfioară evening
Kiss and your hair beautiful.

And fall, baby, knees
And I kiss the foot
It’s suffering and hurt
And fall, baby, knees.

Refrain
Holy us her house with her eternal fire from the hearth,
Holy us her house with her hard stone threshold,
Holy’s house in swing I miss you down,
Holy ni increases boy’s house a virgin.

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The gift of you

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing The gift of you

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing The gift of you

Written by Geetha Balvannanathan Prodhom
Lyrics “ The gift of you ”
Producer: Edward Khoury & Elias Bandak
Music Arrangements: Edward Khoury
Record Labels: Paramount Studios

Mino Element Band Members
Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Sevan Manoukian – Drummer
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone

Wrapped tightly against my bosom

Delicately packed in emotion

I hold you in eternal embrace

Like a flower I feel you blossom

I am wrought by night’s devotion

Within infinity I see your face

Time and space join and split

In the wake of your haunting

As my mind follows your feet

Darkness from your face alit

Eases night’s glory so daunting

Is fighting your light’s fleet

I whisper within your teardrops

Your voiceless answer fills my soul

With a thousand words of solace

Destiny’s pace grows the crops

That will tune into you to console

The sorrow worked by disgrace

While the shadows grew tall

And the well brimmed with sand

As the cherry tree fell to mildew

Beckoning to a homecoming fall

I reached and held again your hand

In time I will unroll, the gift of you

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Mihran Kalaydjian And His Element Band My Childhood Remembered

Mihran Kalaydjian And His Element Band My Childhood Remembered

Mihran Kalaydjian And His Element Band My Childhood Remembered

Honor Guest: Violinist: Charlie Bisharat

Mino Element Band Members

Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Sevan Manoukian – Drummer
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone

Lyrics:

Childlike Faith In Childhood’s End
Existence is a stage on which we pass, a
sleep-walk trick for mind and heart:
it’s hopeless, I know,
but onward I must go
and try to make a start
at seeing something more than day-to-day
survival chased by final death.

If I believed this the sum
of the life to which we’ve come
I wouldn’t waste my breath.
Somehow, there must be more.
There was a time when more was felt than
known, but now, entrenched inside my sett,
in light more mundane, thought rattles
round my brain; we live, we die… and yet?

In the beginning there was order and
destiny but now that path has reached the
border and on our knees is no way to face
the future, whatever it be.
Though the forces which hold us in place
last through eons in unruffled grace
we, too, wear the face of creation

As anti-matter sucks and pulses
periodically the bud unfolds, the bloom
is dead, all space is living history.

It seems as though time must betray us,
yet we’re alive and though I see no God to save us still we
survive through the centuries of progress
which don’t get us very far.

And though dark is the highway
and the peak’s distance breaks my heart,
for I never shall see it, still I play my part,
believing that what waits for us is the
cosmos compared to the dust of the
past…

in the death of mere humans life shall
start!

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Mihran Kalaydjian and Element Band Singing To My Daughter Bales

Mihran Kalaydjian and Element Band Singing To My Daughter Bales

Director: Aren Bayadyan
Director of Photography: Gevorg Juguryan
Assistant Director: Anasheh Khodaverdi
Music Producer: Levon Abrahamyan
Make-up Artist: Jasmine
Behind the Scenes Camera: Vaz Hovanesian
Behind the Scenes Editor: Chris Damadyan
Location: Coronado Island, CA
Mino Element Band Members

Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Sevan Manoukian – Drummer
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone

Lyrics:

All my give to you, do not grieve for the fate
Jan Bales Bales
Gently so you call, and in the dream and in reality
Jan Bales Bales
How not to lose the love, many do not understand
Jan Bales Bales
Let love not the weather, it will give soul for
Jan Bales Bales

Who made you so, not winter beauty
Jan Bales Bales
That you are born to live, the beauty of surprise
Jan Bales Bales

I gave love and flower rozbudil
Jan Bales Bales
I adore you, and thank you to say
Jan Bales Bales
My strong hands, shoulders, your fragile
Jan Bales Bales
Like a stone wall, for mine you back
Jan Bales Bales

For two love one, we drink it to the dregs
Jan Bales Bales
Mila know I believe, to all my drops
Jan Bales Bales

Not rozluchny we’re a long time arguing with destiny
Jan Bales Bales
Pure heart say I LOVE YOU I give
Jan Bales Bales
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The Real Neat Blog Award

 

Once again I’m humbled to have been honored with a nomination for The Real Neat Blog Award  by not just one, but two awesome blogs!  Every blog award I receive means so much to me, it really does!

I have been presented with a wonderful little blog award by the incomparable Ritu Bhathal, a talented author of smexy historical romances,a  raconteur and all round fabulous gal. She has passed the baton over to me to be another  keeper of the Real Neat Blog Award.

– Huge Thanks to the awesome Ritu Bhathal-

Awarded 27/3/15

Well, anyway…
Here are the rules:

  1. Put the award logo on your blog.
  2. Answer 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you.
  3. Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.
  4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.
  5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog etc.)

 

To Ritu Bhathal – I am deeply grateful and humbled by this honor.

Thank you

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