Looking Down On Me is a debut album that is dedicated to the short life of a lost child. It is heartfelt and deep and expresses life and loss.

Looking Down On Me

Del caos viene para formar una melodía al sonido eléctrico de mis guitarras, a veces me veo como el mono, pero sin el cigarro😀😀

Un Paso Atras

Silent Imagination            

So Lonely

Your Echo Heard Mine

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

COVID almost took me away, here are some thoughts about how it feels that you´re dying and find out that it´s not time to go yet

POET OF SILENCE

Thought I had a one-way ticket
On the train to nowhere
Thought I was on a farewell trip
Or was I in my ending dream
Ending dream
Saw the shadow of my soul
Getting into bright light
Saw my folks telling me I missed the train
But it´s ok
It´s not the time to go, though my mirror is cracked

My fever is gone, am I still here?
Can´t feel no fear, must be ready to go
To go

I ain´t sure if I still love
Neither if I still hate
But it seems that it isn´t time to leave
To meet the Poet of Silence

I missed the train to nowhere
As I listened to your silence
I still have some poems to sing

Before I meet the Poet of Silence

Thought I had that one-way ticket
On the train to nowhere
Thought I was on my farewell trip
That I was in my ending dream
Ending dream
Saw the shadow of my soul
Going to bright light

Saw my folks telling me to miss the train
It´s ok
It´s not the time to go, though my mirror is smashed
Yeah is smashed

I ain´t sure if I will love
I ain´t sure I will hate
But it isn´t my time to go
To meet the Poet of Silence
And listen to your silence
Silence, silence, silence

POET OF SILENCE (Alfonso  Llorente)

Máquina Lunar winds through shadows and complexity, standing in contrast to the clarity of Máquina Solar. Like adulthood layered against the simplicity of youth, its restless tension carries the feel of night, shaped by the darker hours of San Francisco.

Máquina Lunar

Our pal’s a doxie with a lot of moxie
Of that you can rapidly tell,
He barks like a fool when kids pass from school
Some call him the Hound from Hell,
His tail was alive and pointed like a scythe
But it’s now all bent with a strange descent
And I’ll tell you now how that all came and went
And never grab a doxie by the tail.

He started lickin’ his butt and he wouldn’t let up
And soon he was covered in slime,
It seems his anal sac was all out of whack
And required some medical time.
The vet did her best but he was such a pest
That they sent him home with a consolation bone
And it was left to us to address all the pus
And we had to grab the doxie by the tail.       

 Instrumental

We put him in the sink and he raised quite a stink
As we donned the surgical glove,
We held him by his tail and he started to flail
But we squeezed his butthole with love,
There was a groan, bark, and shout as the gunk popped out
He twisted to and fro but we didn’t let go
And in the end it had a noticeable bend,
You should never grab a doxie by the tail.
You should never grab a doxie by the tail!

Doxie by the Tail

Some of my earliest memories...

When I was 3 and 4 and even maybe 5
I had an audience, they weren’t strictly “alive”,
But they filled my living room to hear me sing & jive.
I used to rock and bounce on the chesterfield,
While they clapped and hollered, even sometimes kneeled,
And I sang them tunes I knew, that Romper Room revealed.
One by one I added them to my crowd,
They were men and big boys, no girls allowed,
With handsome looks and charms they were well-endowed.
Superman, of course, who would fly right in,
And from Spin and Marty, my choice was Spin,
And the captain with the black sideburns from Rin Tin Tin.

There was the ditch-diggin' man from my Pookie book
With the big strong arms and the kindly look,
For sure not Peter Pan, but yes, Captain Hook!
Neighbour Bobby’s dad who I could see from afar
All shirtless as he hosed down his car,
And the Circus Boy who became a Monkee pop star.
TV’s Bob Cummings who was lots of fun,
There were all kinds of cowboys who would carry a gun,
Ricky Nelson would soon have hits at Number One.
There was Ricky Ricardo and Perry Como
Who never suspected I was a homo,
And neither did I, I just liked these guys.  

Instrumental 

TV’s Bob Cummings who was lots of fun,
There were all kinds of cowboys who would carry a gun,
Ricky Nelson would soon have hits at Number One.
There was Ricky Ricardo and Perry Como
Who never suspected I was a homo,
And neither did I, I just liked these guys. 

The sidekick trucker from Cannonball 
With the black leather jacket, he had it all,
When he stood up close to me, I felt so small! 
They were happy gigs, such a jamboree,
A doting gang that only I could see,
It was so much fun, for a kid of only three.
It was so much fun, for a kid, who was only three.

Private Audience

Planet Earth

A largescale track to capture the majesty and threat of the ancient dwarf mines and halls of Moria

Moria

Artist and Composer working in TV music, looking to move into other areas - game soundtracks, Movie scoring.

Moria

Adam Richard Tucker Composer