oh yea - fine playing, love the percussion and great electric edge to the guitar.  Plus that little twist to go back to the V and I

Great singing and feel! I like the guitar lick [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

Nice one, love listening to that one guys!

Very skillful and original, this was the first rock song I heard about the coronavirus!

Really catchy rhythm... It's nice to hear such unpleasant thing can turn in something catchy ;-) So well done [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

:P y vaya que sabemos de bailar con ella aquí en México, saludos hermano gracias, no todo tiene que ser seriedad :)!

Excellent Latin music great Santana feeling

played with lots of gusto.  Great guitar licks.

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITARS, ELECTRIC GUITARS, KEYS, BASS, DRUMS, PERCUSSION, SHAKER & COWBELL

I wrote this song last year when the Coronavirus pandemia started to show its ugly face. Since then things got worst,  so I decided to play again this song just to remind every body that we must  not dance with naked death.....

Upon request, here´s the translation to English:

DON'T DANCE WITH NAKED DEATH

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I won't dance with her

At a party we are
With Naked Death
I don't want to dance with that ugly girl
Oh how ugly!
No matter how much you look at me
As much as I am encouraged
I won't take a step with you
You´re not my babe
What is your name?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I won't dance with her
She is naked death 
Coronavirus is called
Naked Death
I will stay in my house
And my dreams will make me dance
My guitar will sing
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Don't dance with Coronavirus
It is Naked Death
No no no no,
Don't dance with Coronavirus
With Coronavirus! 


NO BAILES CON LA MUERTE EN PELOTA

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No bailaré con ella 

En una fiesta estamos 
Con la muerte en pelota
Yo no quiero bailar con esa chica tan fea
¡Uy que fea!
Por más que me mire
Por más que me anime
No daré un paso con ella
No es mi nena 
¿Como se llama?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No bailaré con ella 
Es la muerte en pelota
Coronavirus se llama 
La muerte en pelota
Me quedaré en mi casa 
Y mis sueños me harán bailar
Mi guitarra cantara
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No bailes con Coronavirus 
Es la muerte en pelota 
No, no, no, no, 
No bailes con Coronavirus 
Con Coronavirus!

NO BAILES CON LA MUERTE EN PELOTA  (Alfonso Llorente)

quiet summer

‘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

Composer :   Karl Heimgartner Dat : 11.08. 2023  / © Copyright              
Artist: Karl Heinz - Heimgartner
Genre: Smooth Jazz , Chill , Instrumental 
Single: 2023
Track : 3.  
Title:    Night Journey
Mix and Mastering : MTM Mastering True Music Production
Mixed and mastered by Christine Sampson & Alessandro Giordano of MTM

This Sound Night Journey was also created before sleeping according to my imagination. Of course I had to work. I made some notes on the intro, middle and end. I choose instruments that I always enjoy listening to.

I sent the finished track and the 29 stems to MTM Mastering True Music Production for control and sound improvement, which went very well. A very nice team from Spain. 

Thanks for the cooperation Freddie and Team MTM Mastering True Music Production

Mixed and mastered by Christine Sampson & Alessandro Giordano of MTM

https://masteringtruemusic.es/

www.karlheinzheimgartner.com

https://karl-heinz-heimgartner56.my.canva.site/

Night Journey

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

Video link!:
https://youtu.be/IzD_IcWhxCg?si=S6qiHtdah6UMz1i7

Cat Stroll

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

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Ghost (Demo)

Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet https://soundcloud.com/christian-portetage

CATÉCHISME

Sur la première image
On voyait les rois mages
Qui tenaient, Sainte Vierge,
Dans la main un grand cierge
Que le curé de Camaret
Avait simplement oublié

Alors venait ensuite
Le fils de l'ébéniste
Qui tombait sous sa croix
Pour la n-ième fois
Mais c'était du chiqué
Car en contreplaqué

On voyait en-dessous
Un bienheureux très saoûl
Qui avait pour seul guide
Une bouteille presque vide
Gueuler dès le matin
« C'est pas son sang, c'est mon vin »

Sur la page d'à côté
Y a d'quoi vous dégoûter
Marie montrait ses fesses
Vieillies par les caresses
Voyant cette posture
On comprit l'imposture

Le mystère est éteint
Tout secret a une fin
Marie n'est pas pucelle
Mais elle n'est pas putain
D'ailleurs elle n'est point belle
Mais ça ça n' change rien

Mon bon ami Joseph
Faut-il que tu sois bête
De n'avoir pas compris
Que ses prières de nuit
Se faisaient sans prie-Dieu
Chez l' voisin sur son pieu

Et l'coup des deux larrons
Le mauvais et le bon
On se demande comment
Jésus les a connus
Il leur a suggéré
De prodiguer l' butin

Un peu plus bas à droite
D'une pêche pirate
Simon remplit sa barque
De poissons en filet
Comment sa patte appâte ?
Il garde le secret !

L' bouquin était signé
Judas le troubadour
Avec en aparté
La bible c'est des bourres
J'ai été muselé
La bien-pensance défend ses intérêts

Texte de Christian PORTET
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 15 novembre 2023

CATECHISM

In the first image
We saw the wise men
holding the Blessed Virgin,
In their hands a large candle
That the priest of Camaret
Had simply forgotten

Then came
The cabinetmaker's son
Who fell under his cross
For the n-th time
But it was all a sham
For in plywood

You could see underneath
A very drunk blessed man
Whose only guide
An almost empty bottle
Shouting in the morning
"It's not his blood, it's my wine".

On the next page
It's enough to disgust you
Marie showed her buttocks
Aged by caresses
Seeing this posture
We understood the imposture

The mystery is over
All secrets have an end
Marie is not a virgin
But she's no whore
Besides, she's not beautiful
But that makes no difference

My good friend Joseph
You must be a fool
Not to have understood
That his night prayers
Were made without a prie-Dieu
At the neighbor's house on his stake

And the trick of the two thieves
The bad and the good
One wonders how
Jesus knew them
He suggested
To lavish the spoils

A little lower on the right
Of pirate fishing
Simon fills his boat
With netted fish
How does his paw bait?
He keeps it a secret!

The book was signed
Judas the troubadour
With an aside
The bible's a load of rubbish
I was muzzled
Bien-pensance defends its interests

Text by Christian PORTET
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, November 15, 2023

Catéchisme (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

fast paced heavy metal with harmoies and powerful riffs for old school heavy metal heads!

JACOB VANKNOWE MUSIC

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