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Wow Great guitars! Reminds me a little of Imagine a Man from the Who

Great guitar work on this one, Alfonso. Nice melody and lyrics too.

Very good ambiance with a great work of guitars.

The synths and the guitars are good together. Vocals are beautiful.

Very beautiful ballad, Great guitar solo towards the end!

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITARS, BASS, ELECTRIC GUITAR & SYNTH

No matter how our differences are abysmal, somewhere in Heaven we´ll see each other, and we´ll forget of how we suffered.

LOST IN HEAVEN

Somewhere in Heaven we sit together,
No matter if here we´re apart forever.
Somewhere in Heaven we are equal,
Though here our differences look abysmal.
Somewhere in Heaven we love each other,
Even if here we only suffer.
Somewhere in Heaven we won´t be lonely,
We will be with those who left abruptly.
Somewhere in Heaven there is no future,
There is no time for a departure.
Somewhere in Heaven we won´t have memories,
Of all those moments that caused us injuries.
Somewhere in Heaven we´ll surrender,
To whom we called daydreamer.

The day will come to cross the bridge,
And we´ll feel to be on the ridge.
Of our lifespan in the shadow,
Where the road to love is always narrow.
We´ll leave our dreams for our children,
And their memories of love won´t be broken.
And as we cross the bridge,
Our memories of love will be on the ridge.
To show us where we are to sit together,
No matter if we were apart forever.
To tell us how we are all equal,
No matter how our differences are abysmal.
Somewhere in Heaven we´ll see each other,
And we´ll forget of how we suffered.

LOST IN HEAVEN  (Alfonso Llorente)

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Vocal  : Magdalena Meisel
Lyrics : Joni Mitchell
Production: Joni Mitchell, Paul A. Rothchild

Translate : Krzysztof Konopelski
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Both Sides, Now - Joni Mitchell

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now 
From win and lose and still somehow 
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all

I've looked at life from both sides now 
From up and down and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all

Z Obu Stron | Both Sides, Now

‘Jardin du passé’, which means garden of the past, talks about the ghosts of past love stories, lived halfway or to the fullest, dreamed or for real, leaving behind only the nostalgic memory of what was supposed to be the love of a life, but ended up revealing itself as being only a big fantasy.

In this song, Inyha evokes the often thin border between reality and imagination, passionate love and love for passion, unjustified nostalgia and memories we want to keep close to our heart.

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Written, recorded and produced by Inyha

Inyha - Voice, Piano, Glockenspiel, Synthesizers
Jimmy Deer - Mixing Engineer

Inyha Contact Info:
https://www.instagram.com/inyhamusic/
http://www.inyha.com
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLagoRX48FumzRA7rdo3PkA


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PAROLES :

Des tournesols un mois d’aout
dans ta voiture sur la route
un baiser, un sourire, tes histoires

Comme dans un rêve aveuglée
par ton charme, tes idées
j’étais folle amoureuse d’un fantôme

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et de promesses d’une vie à deux

Tu es parti sans aucun bruit
Mais ton fantôme continue 
à me hanter inconnu par téléphone

Quand je réponds à mon tour
pas un mot de retour
O je demande juste une chose, c’est d’oublier

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et les promesses dans le vent s’envolaient

Tu ne vaux pas la peine
d’un souvenir, d’un totem
dans mon grand jardin du passé.

Tu m’aimais bien jamais
Aujourd’hui, je le sais
Et ton fantôme a disparu
tout comme toi…

pouf

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Mais il y a que moi qui vraiment y croyais.

Les tournesols de l’époque
ont fané depuis longtemps
ton sourire, tes baisers
sont oubliés.





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LYRICS:


GARDEN OF THE PAST

Sunflowers, in the month of August, 
in your car on the road.
A kiss, a smile, your stories 

Like in a dream
blinded by your charm, your ideas
I was crazily in love with a ghost. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises of a life together 

You left without a sound 
But your ghost continues 
to haunt me unknown by telephone 

When I answer on my end 
not a word back 
Oh, I just ask for one thing and that is to forget. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises that flew off with the wind.

You’re not worthy
of a memory, of a totem 
in my big garden of the past. 

You never really loved me 
Today, I know it
And your ghost has disappeared 
just like you…

puff

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
but I was the only one, who really believed in it. 

The sunflowers from once upon a time 
have wilted long ago.
Your smile, your kisses
have been forgotten.

Jardin du passé

What have I done wrong today
To make you feel right?
Pleasing all my enemies
No one here's a friend of me
Push away the ones who stay
Keep no one in sight
Alone is where I wanna be
The silence gets the best of me
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
 ---------------------------------------------
Cutting off from everything
And everyone outside
I'm so much more at peace with me
A lonesome soul here spiritually
The toxic social manifest
Of new century
It's only getting worse at best
A cesspool growing petri dish 
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out
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Solitary in confined
The mental clarity
Away from all the trendy things
That people will regurgitate
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out

Enemies

Permanence

De retour après une longue absence et pour fêter ça je vous propose un rock Charentais et je ne pouvais pas trouver mieux que xo en titre

Xo Rock

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all stomp box, harmonic, vocal & distorted lead & rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, synth, vocals
Master mixing by E.H.T Studio
Thank you for listening

Dream Catcher

Charcoal Eyes

Jeff Bezos builds his rocket ship.
Which for some reason's shaped like a massive d*ck.
He's putting his ship in outer space.
He's doing it for the whole human race.

Jeffy boys deserving of all our thanks. 
He's making the people sing and dance
By doing the same thing as sixty years ago. 
But not quite as well or high he goes.

Richard Branson builds a plane to fly.
His thunderbird thing into the sky.
He's paid off some blokes who've got the  brains.
With money, he's left over from on the trains.

This is why he can't pay tax.
And this is how he's paying us back. 
For creating a fantastic society. 
Where a few blokes profit massively.

Elon sits like Scrooge McDuck.
Pretending to be cool and to give no f**ks.
He's banging on about electric cars. 
Hes freaky f**king bast**d aiming for the stars.

Whats his company's even do?
Does anyone have a f**king clue?
Richest man because he said that he would be so.
Hes shooting off so we must watch him go.

Jeff Bezos shoots his massive ship.
Into the amazon rainforest
Antarctic ice can cool his drinks.
He barely cares what you lot think.

As long you keep buying clothes.
Not worrying where your money goes.
Wanting stuff and buying it.
We'll have to deal with space age pr**ks.




Jeff Bezos

Song created & played by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all harmonic, octave, distorted lead & rhythm & bass guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drums, ambient, atmospheric, vocal
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Ghostly Frequencies

Translation above 

Texte de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
https://soundcloud.com/gaidodaniel06
Dessin de Émile Boussu (1914), mofifié

Barbe à papa

Sur des chemins de cathédrales où les hommes s’égarent, je ne distingue plus que quelques corps…    livides.
Ma main est toute moite.
L’horloge a dû sonner…
Le coq ne chante plus. On lui a coupé les ailes pour qu’il ne puisse en rien gêner le voisinage.

Le canon a tonné du haut des citadelles, là où le son des cris se hume au creux des vagues.

Je serpente des tombes à deux doigts du massacre.
Ils ont bu du vin chaud venu de l’au-delà, et j’écrasais des dogmes de mes pieds de salaud.

NE SIGNEZ PAS ! JAMAIS SUR DES LIVRES DE MESSES !

Déconnectez les portes de ces maisons faciles où l’on vous donne à boire des relents de sagesse.
La sagesse ? Eh ! mon cul ! Ça se boit à minuit avec des camarades et quelques chats complices, muets comme des carpes, roulés dans leur pelisse.
Un vrai cadeau de Dieu ? Si Dieu il y a… sans voile et sans barbe à papa…

Enfin, je mets les voiles avec vous, mes seigneurs. Je débarquerai là, sous des portes cochères pour y nourrir le Diable de quelques salaisons à crever de plaisir, et de chaînes rouillées.
Vous, qui souffrez tout seuls. Non de non, camarades !

Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 27/12/2023
Dessin de Émile Boussu (1914), mofifié

Text by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Drawing by Émile Boussu (1914), modified

Cotton candy

On cathedral roads where men go astray, I can only make out a few bodies... livid.
My hand is all sweaty.
The clock must have struck...
The rooster has stopped crowing. His wings have been clipped so he can't disturb the neighbors.

The cannon has thundered from the top of the citadels, where the sound of cries can be heard in the hollow of the waves.

I snake from the graves to the slaughter.
They drank mulled wine from beyond, and I crushed dogmas with my bastard feet.

DO NOT SIGN! NEVER ON MASS BOOKS!

Unlock the doors of those easy houses where you're fed the whiff of wisdom.
Wisdom? Eh! my ass! It's drunk at midnight with comrades and a few accomplice cats, mute as carp, rolled up in their fur.
A true gift from God? If there is a God... with no veil and no cotton candy...

At last, I set sail with you, my lords. I'll disembark there, under the porte cochere, to feed the Devil a few salted meats to burst with pleasure, and rusty chains.
You, who suffer alone. No, no, comrades!

Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 27/12/2023
Drawing by Émile Boussu (1914), modified

Barbe à papa (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

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.

LOST IN HEAVEN (Alfonso Llorente)

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