Nice one, Alfonso, I enjoyed coming back and checking out your music again.

that's the breaks/rockN/ sounds super/ grrrrr8

Love the guitar. Great lead into the faster tempo. Nice vocal fits in well with the instrumental backing.

GORGO & TANGO

Giorni trascorsi rivolto nel fango
il freddo scalfisce la pelle vissuta
la sua voce affonda nell'indifferenza
ritenuto sporco, quasi un esser di troppo

La vita che sfugge velocemente
prima di gustarne a fondo il piacere
un colpo di polso, baglior di pugnale
dichiarano Gorgo
martire maiale

Se c'è un sentimento 
Non capisco il senso
di questo mondo che gira in un cerchio
di fuoco sbiadito, l' umanità

Echi lontani di terre africane
nel bianco rumore di un laboratorio
senza una madre, senza un abbraccio
un mesto destino attende ormai Tango

Se c'è un sentimento 
Non capisco il senso
di questa terra in cui regna il sonno
per farsi beffe di chi non è un re

A concludere questa storia
sono io coi miei bisogni
necessità, libero arbitrio
ho reso il mondo un vero schifo
La corsa è senza fine
Si deve andare avanti
l'orango ed il maiale in fondo
sembran solo degli avanzi

Gorgo & Tango

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Drift

Chucking away.
The time you thought you'd saved up.
Just a lot of descents. 
You're putting off your makeup.
Till they've had their say.
Now you are feeling lonely.
The world turning grey.
They all get a say. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 

The unwritten page.
Your future feeding slowly.
Solely displayed.
So you feel haunted ghostly.
A blanket of rage.
A warming cloth of kindness.
A look of dismay.
A feeling obeyed. 

Can't save a thing.
Not a piece of cake.
It's never yours, it just goes to waste. 

Can't waste a thing.
As it slips away.
No point in waiting for a chosen day. 

Next thing you know.
You've got a ways to go.
But you cannot know.
If you will get a go.
Time can go slow,
But also run away from.
And quickly fade.
A sudden shade. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 



You Can't Take It With You

Thinking Of Them - Robert Grigg & Combstead

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITARS, ELECTRIC GUITAR, BASS & DRUMS
TOBIAS GONZALEZ: SYNTH & PIANO
MRS A: VOCALS

EL JUEGO DE LA VIDA

Ráfagas de secretos
Revelan tus cuentos
Que te llevan al puerto
En el mar del olvido
Tu mirada rompe el espejo
Que se te dio 
Para que lo armes con el tiempo
Y ver en él tu espectro

Transitas por tus sueños
En manos de quienes se creen tus dueños
Que te guían con engaños
Que siempre serán extraños

Vamos a llorar
Vamos a reír
Vamos a soñar
Vamos a volar
Vamos a amar
Vamos a vivir
Este es el juego de la vida!

Rompamos cadenas
Rompamos los mitos
Rompamos mentiras
Rompamos verdades

Vueltas por el mundo das
Hasta que encuentras todas las respuestas
Que el juego de la vida encierra
Y entonces comprenderás que tu eres el juego
Que tu echas el dado
Y que tu eres el dado

Vamos a llorar
Vamos a reír
Vamos a soñar
Vamos a volar
Vamos a amar
Vamos a vivir
Este es el juego de la vida!

EL JUEGO DE LA VIDA (Alfonso Llorente)

As the crocuses rise from the ground.
The boots of the wise man still tramping them down.
As the world makes its slow turn around.
An infinite circle just spinning to ground.
Don't be sad that you live by the ocean,
stone throw to the sea. 
Whilst your bodies in infinite motion, 
but how can that be? 

First things first comes the test, got to prove you're the best, just hitch up on your horse and lets go.
'Cause the meltwater flows where the crocuses grow, 'tween the rocks and the stones that don't know. 
That the river has taken its toll.
That the winter is set to move on.
That the boulders that it set to roll.
Will return to the place they belong.

As the crocuses rise in the spring.
The world in a state of bewildered mourning. 
Though most made it through to this dawn.
There is bare earth where once stood a ripe field of corn. 
There's a chill that comes with your devotion, 
an obvious fee.
Like the wind crossing over the ocean,
just naturally.

Crocus

This guitar-driven song draws from different genres of harder rock with a touch of mysticism.

Great Unknown

Buckets Of Rain

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ELECTRIC GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS & SYNTH
TOBIAS GONZALEZ: ORGAN & STRINGS

MARIA LA LOCA

Maria la loca no conoce el tiempo
Su vida discurre con sosiego
Ella cree que vuela, pero solo sueña
Pero su delirio nunca la encuentra

Maria la loca llora frente al espejo
Al ver que su sueño le da rejo
Su lugar no está en el espacio
Solo aparece cuando queremos libres
Los niños se nos escapan a bailar con Maria La Loca
Y se esconden en el sol

La llama de la libertad
Quema nuestros sueños

Maria La Loca baila en la luna
Cuando despierta con el sol
Nos canta, nos susurra, nos invita a jugar
Nuestras almas la siguen, nuestras almas la añoran

Maria La Loca vive en nosotros
Cuando somos libres
Siempre seremos los niños de Maria La Loca
Y bailamos con su canto!

MARIA LA LOCA (Alfonso Llorente)

I plan on releasing this officially in a few weeks. However, I've been sitting on this (and a lot of other music) for a while and I NEED to start putting music out. So I hope you enjoy this Early Preview of FM/AM :)

88.3 FM The Garage [1:51 p.m.]

This is the soundtrack I've made for the horror short film "Home Movies" which you can watch here : https://youtu.be/aFkem4-WFr4

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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.

MARIA LA LOCA (Alfonso Llorente)

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