Very beautiful and wonderful performance. I was impressed by the comforting notes and sound.

Maestro, qué bella composición y no se diga menos de la interpretación! Es magia absoluta...

Me encanta como suena esa guitarra, hermosa, magnifico track

beautiful solo guitar session, reminds me of the great steely fingerpickers like fahey, kottke & jansch flavored with your classical techniques. bravo. (<;

Another beauitful guitar piece - solo guitar for some reason just takes me back to my childhood. I guess we must have listened to it a lot! This piece is beautifully performed. [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

Excellent fingerpicking!  Nice phrasing and tone, and the composition is interesting.

(translation above)

La pyrowoman

Sa danse laissait des séquelles
Quand son miroir aux allumettes
Faisait jaillir des étincelles
Chez ceux qui rêvaient de conquête

Avec un seul regard de braise
Elle enflammait toute la salle
Qui suffoquait dans la fournaise
Des pensées les moins virginales

Refrain :
Elle n’était pas une pyromane
Ni par désir, ni par démence,
C’est la danse qui par essence
L’allumait en pyrowoman

Tout flambant neuf, le sol de scène
Planchait sur la meilleure manière
De quoi garder un peu de veine
Sous l’incandescente incendiaire

Un jeune pompier, à l’évidence,
Déjà en burn-out pour elle
Dans le brasier, d’un coup, s’élance
Pour stopper sa danse antigel
(refrain)

Et dans sa veste protectrice
Il est devenu inflammable
Son cœur brûlait, grisant délice,
Jusqu’à déborder de vocables.

Il s’épousèrent dans l’ambulance,
Puisque tous deux étaient de mèche.
Dans leur foyer, l’union fut dense
D’où naquirent beaucoup de flammèches
(refrain)

Paroles et musique, Myckaël Marcovic, 
15/02/2022

The pyrowoman

Her dance left its mark
When her matchbox mirror
Made sparks fly
In those who dreamed of conquest

With a single glance of ember
She set the whole room on fire
Who suffocated in the furnace
Of the less virginal thoughts

Chorus :
She was not a pyromaniac
Neither by desire, nor by dementia,
It is the dance which by essence
Lit her up as a pyrowoman

All brand new, the stage floor
Planned on the best way
Of what to keep a little vein
Under the incandescent fire

A young fireman, obviously,
Already in burn-out for her
In the blaze, suddenly, rushes
To stop his antifreeze dance
(chorus)

And in his protective jacket
He became flammable
His heart burned, intoxicating delight,
Until it overflowed with words.

They married in the ambulance,
Since both were in cahoots.
In their home, the union was dense
From which were born many flames
(chorus)

Words and music, Myckaël Marcovic, 
13/04/2022

La Pyrowoman

crosswinds, when they blow
gonna blow too hard
catch you off-guard
some friends just say no
when you lean too hard
when it gets too dark

running around this playground town
i seen things that never were meant to be
pull it inside you, suck it up
and shut the door

baby, look at you
you grown so tall
now you wanna see it all
maybe, right on cue
time for a big fall
then you gonna blow it all

heading on down this playground down
so much potential, how far you gonna go?
savour this moment just before
the crosswind blow

well i've seen them blow before
three times or maybe more
baby i ain't joking, listen to my voice
when crosswind blow for you
the only thing to do is hunker down
there's no other choice

crosswinds, they have blown
air gone calm now
open this door now
things ain't quite the same
different space now
gotta find somehow

in and around this playground town
some way to hustle, the things you gonna need
if you can read how crosswind blow
you won't grieve

Crosswinds

ALFONSO LLORENTE: ACOUSTIC GUITAR

Fadding out from SC while I share my music in my dreams

G.O.T.A.  (Alfonso Llorente Sardi)

Dub Reggae ...that's what I like ...Music Against System !!

FutuRe Dub part 3 Brainstorming Dub (KRT Production)

Don't call me late for dinner

When you look at me now. 
I look like all the other cows.
Though my fields are full of gold,
hidden within. 
I've fooled you for years, 
and you're nothing at all to me. 
Though you kept me fed and watered,
half happy. 

No electric fence can keep me in.
There ain't no boundary I can't pass. 
Your half assed grid can't trick my feet. 
Because I'm finally free at last. 

I might not stand out,
from a field, that's full of cows.
After all; a cow is a cow, a cow is a cow, a cow, a cow, a cow.
But if you'd tried to see. 
You might of seen a little something in me.
But you're heads; on the ground, on the ground, the ground, the ground, the ground. 

No no haired, big belly, 
son of stupidity me. 
I'll be taking all this ground, from around.
No long haired milk sucker, 
lack of moral fibre and weak.
I'll be the meanest cow around,
on the ground. 

No big bad wolf is ever gonna threaten the king.
I am the cow that's broken free.
No cut price vagabond, white van politics freak.
I am the cow that's broken free. 




Cows (Free)

When you can’t believe your luck and believe you will destroy your chance at happiness

Sabotage

And so you move beyond your time,
beyond this world; the mortal line.
And visions come to add the sum
of all you've done...all you've become.
All your mistakes, all your heartaches,
what pain you've caused, your moral flaws.

To rise above or fall below.
To grasp the world or let it go.
The visions pass, your first and last,
all in between, your every scene.
What joy you've brought, wisdom you've sought,
your clarity and charity.

Rise Above or Fall Below

Or Fall Below

A song about always returning to the same person you love..

LYRICS:

Raindrop, full stop
but we go forward
Finish last, failure
It comes towards us
Total flop, camera stop
so I can be gorgeous

I'll do it all for you
if I can get the reward first

Water, fire, hurricane
Whatever turns the wheels or strains the sail
moves me on again but I come back and
know that every route I think is new
Every win that I accrue
Every prayer I ever send
You will always be my end
You will always be my end

Brain blocked, heart locked
no one gets cured
How much more can we endure?
Finish first, final verse
Memory obscured
Where can we sell what we procure?
Til we drop, make it stop
so I can be rescued
Save me from this new hell and
I'll do it all for you
I'll do it all for you
So you can get the reward first

Water, fire, hurricane
Whatever turns the wheels or strains the sail
moves me on again but I come back and
know that every route I think is new
Every win that I accrue
Every prayer I ever send
You will always be my end
You will always be my end

You will always be my end
I'll do it all for you
You will always be my end
I'll do it all for you

Turn the Wheels

A song about always ending up where you started, despite how hard you try to escape

LYRICS:

Could have been a hurricane
A low flying jet plane
But it blew us all away
No, I don't know if I wanna go home
Don't know if I wanna go home
I know I don't wanna stay
here
with you
today
Here
with you
in pain

We were pulling on our loose threads
Making up our death beds
when the wind began to howl
Oh, we can't hide from the gathering storm
But can we gather in the towns we were born
and await our impending fates?
I'm here
with you
again
Again
I'm here
with you
No pain

I'm here
with you
again
I'm here
with you
No pain

No pain

No Pain

Going Home (See end for Credits)
Your eyes are fixed upon the window
my eyes are glued upon the door
guess we've come to this decision
a thousand times before
I know exactly how your feeling
but not exactly what it's for
yesterday's just like tomorrow
today we're back for more
And if I count the times I should have walked away
we're surely better off alone
today's tomorrow's are tomorrow's yesterdays
think I'm going home!
I wasn't built for disappointment
you wasn't made for all this pain
shall we book our next appointment
and start it all again?
And if I count the times I should have walked away
we're surely better off alone
today's tomorrow's are tomorrow's yesterdays
think I'm going home!
Your eyes still fixed upon the window
my eyes still glued upon the floor
yes we've come to this decision
a thousand times before

Andrew Smith: Songwriting, Vocals, Acoustic, Mix&Master
Josh Smith: Synth
Vitor Pegas (Purtugal) Electric Guitars, Strings, Synth
Jim (Windsor UK) Bass
Dean W (Australia) Drums

Going Home

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.

G.O.T.A. (Alfonso Llorente Sardi)

ALFONSO LLORENTE SARDI

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