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"Saturday" is a poem written by George Gkanelis. I made the music a few years ago. Electric guitar by the virtuoso Fotis Tsiggos ! Vocals by George Kourmoulis. These days I made a fresh mix.
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My web name is fanisatt. I am an unsigned digital music composer. I try to achieve interesting chord progressions and pleasant melody lines.
I love digital music composition. It is my hobby. I can listen to a lot of music kinds but, as an unsigned and free creator I prefer making music with soft melody lines, rich chord progression and orchestration. I usually work alone in my poor home studio. Sometimes, there are "guest stars" working with me if there are vocals. I hope you like my projects.
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Genre
Pop • Pop Rock
Charts
Peak #75
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
George Gkanelis / fanisatt
Uploaded
March 17, 2025
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.9 MB • 320 kbps • 3:54
Lossless
WAV 39.4 MB
Story behind the song
A few years ago I set to music a poem entitled "Saturday" written by George Ganelis. These particularly melancholic lyrics (in Greek) are at your disposal thanks to the google translator. Unfortunately, I am not able to guarantee that the meaning has been correctly rendered.... Very soon an electric guitar was added by a virtuoso of the genre, Fotis Tsiggos. There were no vocals, but there was a recitation by him. Two years later the vocals were finally added by the amateur performer (and very capable guitarist) George Kourmoulis. These days I have been working on this old mix again and I present it to you with great pleasure!! I hope you find it interesting ...!
Lyrics
SATURDAY Saturday extinguished cigarette butt in the winter ashtray people pass by me awakened and changed century. Saturday a lost passport clothing from the merchant basket I become a victim of asphalt again booty and meal of the wheeled vehicles Saturday you talk to the full moon you toss a coin into the well the souls crawl into the abyss this night is also difficult to pass. Saturday unread quatrain on a train ticket you smell death and alcohol words from the mouth of a drunk. Saturday what do you want from me I am a shipwrecked ancient fleet in your seabed tonight I am drowning and in the loneliness of the whole world.
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