Added to THE REAL SOUNDCLOUD FAMILY (June 2020) https://soundcloud.com/therealzoundcloudfamily/sets/the-real-soundcloud-family-june-2020

Melodic beauty.  You have captured an astonishing bass sound here

Beautiful playing as always. Thanks for sharing.

SUNDAY PLAYLIST   ❤️❤️❤️

Hey Man

with #blabbud @icepicksyndicate from @bandlab.com on drums...
#jimihendrix #mitchmitchell #laid_back #in_the_pocket #inspiredjam #instrumental 

Hey Joe Instrumental Jam

If you like it - hear the next track 🎸💀 https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/gods-eye-is-a-black-hole

We are not the only ones in the Univers. That’s for sure. With billions of billions of stars like our Sun with a lot of planets attached it’s arrogant to Think - we are the only ones. The One and only mankind… not. 
It is all about distance (or wormholes) RIP Einstein and Hawkins.

The intro is from the American Congress hearing in july 2023. Second comment is NASA telling the world - that they will investigate what is flying around above us.

Instrumental version without speak: https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/simonszoo

Track from the Instrumental Rock Album 2023 from MODVÆGT:
No Music No Life: soundcloud.com/modvaegt/sets/nomusicnolife

If u like get more Groovy metal tracks Instrumental ;)
https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/sets/groovymetal

V. 1.2
Released September 2023

We Are Not Alone

Monumental Times was inspired by my dear cat, Ziggy. Evolving from past mistakes, isolation from society, current crazy worldly affairs.

All songs written, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered: Daniel Lars 
All instruments: Daniel Lars

Monumental Times

Abstract World

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Di7PqtDYOaE
https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-souper-loup

Texte et musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Lyrics and music : Myckaêl Marcovic
Vocals : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Translation above

UN SOUPER LOUPÉ

C’était une froide nuit d’hiver,
Un loup sortait de sa tanière,
Quand il vit trois petits cochons
Qui s’enfuirent vers leur maison.

Quand ils arrivent à leur chaumière,
Les cochons se barricadèrent
Le loup hurla, frappa, cogna
Mais à la fin, il s’essouffla.

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Même si tu aimes le jambon,
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Tu n’auras pas les p’tits cochons !

Puis soudain sur le toit, des pas.
Y a quelqu’un dans la cheminée
Qui dans la marmite tomba,
Et l’invité est prisonnier.

Les cochons se mettent à danser
En attendant le bon souper.
Pendant que l’invité cuisait,
Les petits cochons rigolaient.
(refrain)

En ouvrant enfin le couvercle
Quelques cadeaux flottaient sur l’eau
Et puis deux bottes, et le chapeau
Du Père-Noël qu’on vient de perdre !

Les pauvres rennes à la fenêtre
Se d’mandaient où était leur maître
Les p’tits cochons pleuraient aussi
C’est pas gentil, mais c’est ainsi !

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
On n’fait plus partie des gens bons
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Ils vont nous traiter d’cornichons !

Depuis ce jour on ne voit plus
Que de faux Père-Noël partout.
Et ceux qui offrent des joujoux
Sont des remplaçants, bien entendu !
(dernier refrain) (bis)

Paroles et musique :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

A MISSED DINNER

It was a cold winter's night,
A wolf was coming out of his den,
When he saw three little pigs
Who fled to their home.

When they arrived at their cottage,
The pigs barricaded themselves
The wolf howled, kicked and pounded
But in the end, he ran out of steam.

Refrain:
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
Even if you like ham,
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
You won't get the little pigs!

Then suddenly, on the roof, footsteps.
There's someone in the chimney
Who fell into the pot,
And the guest is a prisoner.

The pigs start dancing
Waiting for the right supper.
While the guest was cooking,
The little pigs laughed.
(refrain)

Opening the lid at last
A few presents floated on the water
And then two boots, and the hat
Of the Santa we just lost!

The poor reindeer at the window
Wondering where their master was
The little piggies cried too
It's not nice, but that's how it is!

Refrain :
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
We're no longer good people
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
They'll call us pickles!

Since that day we've seen
Fake Santa Claus everywhere.
And those who give toys
Are substitutes, of course!
(last chorus) (encore)

Lyrics and music :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

Le souper loupé (feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

Wandering through this dusty road
Tumbleweed rolls wild and free

Wandering through this dusty road
Tumbleweed rolls wild and free
The winds of fate, they guide our stride
To places where hearts can beat as one

Across the fields, across the sand
Tumbleweed rolls wild and free
It’s like a dance, we sway and spin
In every turn, we meet our fate

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn, a chance to grow

From distant lands, we come to meet
Two wanderers on paths so fleet
Chance encounters shape our days
Like tumbleweeds in a boundless maze

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn, a chance to grow

Rolling through the desert night
Stars above, our guiding light
The randomness that steers our feet
In life’s great dance, our souls repeat
(In life’s great dance, our souls repeat)

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn, a chance to grow

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn (Wandering)
A chance to grow (Through this dusty road)
In every turn (Wandering)
A chance to grow (Through this dusty road)
In every turn, a chance to grow

Tumbleweed

Purpose of Existence

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/cada-vez-que-recuerdo-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/cada-vez-que-recuerdoversion-original-ver-texto

Cada vez que recuerdo

Cada vez que recuerdo 
los momentos que pasé junto a ti 
me siento como un niño indefenso 
al que la vida no enseñó a ser feliz.  

Cada vez que me miro 
y me veo naufragando en tu mar 
sonrío, sin querer pero sonrío, 
pues es mejor sonreír que llorar.  

Estribillo  

Mis manos están vacías y frías 
y buscan tan sólo un poco de amor 
que pueda curar mis viejas heridas 
y desterrar para siempre el dolor.  

Mis manos aún recuerdan tu cuerpo 
y quieren palparlo lo mismo que ayer 
para derretir la capa de hielo 
que tu ausencia ha formado en su piel.

  ------------      

Cada vez que la vida 
nos enfrenta, ya no veo en tu mirar 
aquella confianza en ti misma 
y me preocupo por si todo va mal.   

Cada vez irás viendo 
y juzgando con mayor claridad 
que nunca, si tu fin es el dinero, 
encontrarás plena felicidad.  

Estribillo
Every time I remember

Every time I remember
the moments I spent with you
I feel like a helpless child
who life did not teach to be happy.

Every time I look at myself
and see myself shipwrecked in your sea
I smile, without wanting to, but I smile,
because it is better to smile than to cry.

Chorus

My hands are empty and cold
and they only seek a little love
that can heal my old wounds
and banish the pain forever.

My hands still remember your body
and want to touch it the same as yesterday
to melt the layer of ice
that your absence has formed on its skin.

------------

Every time life
faces us, I no longer see in your gaze
that self-confidence
and I worry that everything goes wrong.

Each time you will see
and judge with greater clarity
than ever, if your goal is money,
you will find complete happiness.

Chorus

Cada vez que recuerdo

A little something I made out of Twitter/X Conversations and a companion for Foul-Mouthed Parrot regarding the present situation in the UK.

Lyrics:

Not much could be any clearer
I'm surrounded by a bunch of retards
Because i'm in a house of mirrors

It's plain to anybody who reads
/bin/true is the Sun Tzu
Of POSIX commands
It does nothing and succeeds

Captain Kirk is suave and debonair
I was there the day he limped the curl in his hair
I'd follow him to hell and back
But i wish he'd just stop going there

Muad'Dib is a Fremen Reepicheep
A man once dug a legal hole too deep
By cloning a massive succulent sheep
He was unjustly levied massive fines
For transporting testicles across state lines

I applied to be the priestess's familiar
At the ketamine pentagram
Having been sumptuously prepared
I sallied forth and declared
I've gone for the gendarmerie madame

She invitingly said, come as you are
But be mindful that nobody likes reverse centaur

The hiring manager with necklace impearled 
Said lets get down to brass tacks
We need the kind of guy 
Who shows up uninvited to the underworld
And then complains to Hades about the lack of snacks

I told her that when I seriously reflect on
How irritating inconsistency can be
I measure out my net positive effect to 
About as useful as someone gold-plating a tree
She said you'll do fine, you'll soon-enough see

Assume spherical cows are rational actors
And a number of other simplifying factors

During these very odd days of potential strife 
I found myself questioning
Is a nut pick generally
A Southern grandma's swiss army knife
A Venn circle diagram of this phrase
Gets us into a weird area
As the coppers rode the tram to the site of the blaze
Perhaps it's all just a cultural hysteria

Middle-tier’s a mirage 
Luxury floats, the bottom scrapes, and the middle gets juiced
It does little good to ape Nigel Farage
More direct methods are needed when hell is loosed

The protesters' tract had on its cover
"Intellectual hipsterism for compulsive contrarians."
And our boys had begun to have read they discovered
Its contents were spastically argumentarian
And tended to passively malign
By preferring von Neumann to Einstein

A sign on the road said
This is the locus of paranoia
There's something uniquely evil about a gas pump that plays ads twenty-four-seven
The fellows who devised that aren't going to heaven
Their contraption felt about as cheerful as the Garroted Man by Goya

Every generation thinks they invented sex 
And utterly futile arbitrary political violence
A nasty looking crowd was rattling the fence
At the edge of the beastly infotainment complex

When all roads are crooked, none are
But these fellows in the middle of the street were taking it too far
Or as they say in England, Allahu Akbar
They were out this fine morning to protest
In support of the man who'd genetically engineered the best
Mutton from Brighton to Brest

I wanted to jump in and attack the throng
But being too early is the same as being wrong

By following the advice of my uniformed cute little bird
I directed to circle the wagons and shoot inward

She screechingly directed the troops 
But they fell short of breaching the barrier
Ask a woman their pronouns
If you don't like their fashion sense
They'll coldly try harder if not merrier

A struggling lunatic raved out clear
If you need some cringe shock therapy, I'm here for you bro
As the lieutenant drew herself up like a pro
Her assailant exclaimed
Where'd her tits go
She fired back Sir, you are in love with a brassiere.

We gradually defeated this truculent horde 
Only to subsequently find
Cassowaries on our left, kangaroos on our right
And the Angel of Death behind

Captain Planet he's our hero
Gonna take the TFR to zero
And after the few have undertaken to bury our bones
They'll finally speak truth about the Georgia Guidestones

My sense of humor, bleak though it be
Saw me through the stress of that misery
Comes meus fuit in illo miserrimo tempore

ŠeššEšrā

Or As They Say In England, Allahu Akbahr (عام سَعيد Version)

Buy on Beatport

This is how I feel. As if I don't matter at all, just struggling to create meaning in a chilly, sad world. 

I Am Human Garbage Too

Tree by RosesAreBlue. All right reserved. Copyright 2020

If you happened to miss my mini home concert on youtube here's the link x
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZ7T1lg2ikc

Tree | RosesAreBlue

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

New EP "My Own Crazy" is out now! Woot!
I am so happy to share some of my own crazy with you through these songs and this album. All my heart is in these tunes, and a lot of sweat as well. I truly hope you will enjoy the mix of dark electronic music and uplifting vibes. With this music I continue to explore dark realms (musically and personally) while holding space for positivity and invigorating energy. “My Own Crazy” is a trip down the road to my inner self, while reflecting upon how to stand my ground as a compassionate and emotional individual in our confusing world of material and superficial success. This way I hope to spread motivation and positive vibes – things that our societies so clearly need.

Watch the music video for "Manipulate" here:
https://youtu.be/s7ZgLLH-iao

Written, performed, produced, mixed and mastered by She's Excited!
Released on Teknofonic Recordings http://teknofonic.com/

Want to deceive me
Believe me
You’re not doing well
You long to hurt me
And send me to hell

Coward

But I know you lie to me
Crybaby
Well, I’m doing swell
You long to grab me
And slap me as well

I got the power
Coward

I got the power

Can make you
I can make you do
What I want you to
I got the power
Can make you
I can make you do
‘Cause I want to
‘Cause I want to
Manipulate you

You try to fool me
How cruel, baby
But you’re not doing well
So unaware
That you’re under my spell

I got the power
Coward
I got the …

Can make you
I can make you do
What I want you to
Will make you
I will make you do
‘Cause I want to 
‘Cause I want to 

Make you sleepwalk into your worst nightmare
So clueless
I swear that I will come at you out of nowhere
So ruthless, defense is useless
Defense is useless

Can make you
I can make you do
What I want you to
Manipulate
Will make you
I will make you do
‘Cause I want to
I got the power, power
Can make you
I can make you do
What I want you to
Manipulate
Can make you
I can make you do
‘Cause I want to
‘Cause I want to 
Manipulate you

My Own Crazy

Download Full EP

Manipulate

" This song is a homage to the artists of Paris,to those who have loved and yearned to be loved in return. None so clearly shown as in Victor Hugo's fictional characters the Roma girl, Esmeralda and Quasimodo" (Janice Slater)

We really hope that you enjoy this song.
Single soon to be out on Bandcamp.

Lyrics written by :- Janice Slater and Russell Slater APRA/AMCOS
Music and mixing by :- Kirk Kadish  ASCAP
Vocals by :- Vocalatti

Please check out more wonderful music on :-
@arterial-flow
http://www.nimbitmusic.com/arterialflow/mobile/53316

http://www.kirkkadish.net

Saint-Germain

Rive Gauche       By Janice Slater and Kirk  Kadish

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 05/2020.
In a mirror
Inspiration of the moment.
Thank you all for your always faithful support.

In a Mirror

ALFONSO LLORENTE: ACOUSTIC GUITAR

Getting ready for a new beginning

AWAKENING In Em (Alfonso Llorente)

Just another old one man band unsigned musician who sings and plays a little guitar, bass & drums and fools around on the piano; expert in writing songs that usually disappear with the wind, and in composing musical flops.  Folks say that I´m a composer, but I think they´re wrong: I just download the music I hear and feel in the atmosphere and give it back to the people. I don´t do a living from music; I ´m an attorney and horse breeder who gets noisy when I download the music I hear and feel.Thanks for checking out my page and listening the noise I´ve been doing for the past 50 and so years when I get musical.  I´m based in Bogotá, Colombia, and always open to do collabs.

AWAKENING In Em (Alfonso Llorente)

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