Image from Tim Burton's Corpse Bride

Reference: Burton, T., Johnson, M., Abbate, A., August, J., Thompson, C., Pettler, P., Depp, J., ... Warner Home Video (Firm). (2006). Tim Burton's Corpse Bride. Burbank, CA: Warner Home Video.

His Only Flower

Music in my Head

Noetic

06 - Nenad Ljubicic - Nashwille - Noetic

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ELCTRIC GUITARS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS & SYNTHS

WHO CARES?

Don´t run away
I’ll see you again
Don´t get on the ghost train
‘cause we´re on our way together
Just don´t try to shy
Don´t cry if we die
We all want to be together
On the same ol’ dream
On the same ol’ dream
Who cares who dares
To dream with me
Let´s fly home together
To see home together 
To see that yesterday is tomorrow
And today is yesterday
Who care to run
Who cares to cry
Who cares to try
Just stay and fly away with me
Who cares if you run away
If you dare to see me again
Who cares if you try to cry
If the world stops to roll
Nobody cares
Nobody cares

WHO CARES (Alfonso Llorente)

sea of blood

This is the result of a project I had in mind for a long time. To create something with a shamisen, a Japanese guitar. Deeply inspired by the Yoshida Brothers.

Photo by Kulbir: https://www.pexels.com/photo/japanese-autumn-leaves-on-a-wet-floor-10177081/

52. M-Drid's  Journey with a Shamisen (しゃみせんの旅)

Taken from the upcoming album "Electrogenesis", released soon.

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Solitude

New song I wrote after the passing of a friend.
Hope you enjoy. Please comment and share

1982

black rain

Utopia

Meditation

Healing

an original song. from my album [Our Thoughts And Prayers Are With You].

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[LYRICS]

my demons 
were mollified
we came to terms
for some reason
i'm petrified
i still need oxygen 
to breathe 
out here

i heard the word
the ghost will spread 
and flood this earth

i pray that God will listen
spread poison
this is the work of demons
this is the work of the wicked in your brain
pray that God will listen
spread poison
this is the work of demons
this is the work of the wicked in your brain

this is the work of 
poison

don't spare the sick details
i want to know everything
why should we suffer 
down here in misery 
and somehow 
still find salvation?
... and release?

spread the word
everything 
will burn

i pray that God will listen
spread poison
this is the work of demons
this is the work of the wicked in your brain
pray that God will listen
spread poison
this is the work of demons
this is the work of the wicked in your brain

there's no salvation without preemptive poison

there's no salvation

poison

This song is about the dreams we had in our youth.

I was born with a wooden spoon
And just enough food to eat
Clothes were on the never never
And leaky shoes were upon my feet
But I was happy I had friends
I had my family and there was no pretence, I had

Pocketful of dreams instead of money
That is all it seems I got inside
Nothing but my dreams to keep me sunny
Nothing but my dreams to keep me 
High I gotta keep me high
I gotta keep me
High I gotta keep me high
Oh yeah, Oh yeah

Years have passed and I’m still a dreamer
Living life on a sea of fish
People say that I’m really crazy
You shouldn’t want what you haven’t missed
But I know deep in my jail
If I never give up then I cannot  fail, with my

Pocketful of dreams instead of money
That is all it seems I got inside
Nothing but my dreams to keep me sunny
Nothing but my dreams to keep me 
High I gotta keep me high
I gotta keep me
High I gotta keep me high
Oh yeah, Oh yeah

Everyone is good at something
I got some things that I can do
The problem is, it don’t make me money
So I must work to make it through the
Days and the weeks and the months and the years

Pocketful of dreams instead of money
That is all it seems I got inside
I’ve got nothing inside but my dreams
But my dreams
All I got inside
I’ve got nothing inside
But my dreams
But my dreams
All I got, All I got
Is my dreams

Treat Her Like a Lady

Pocketful of Dreams

Pocketful Of Dreams

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.

WHO CARES (Alfonso Llorente)

ALFONSO LLORENTE SARDI