Very nice Ana! \m/ beautiful vocal and production!

Wonderful heartfelt vocals!  Lovely song!

Very sweet voice that overpowers all the instruments!

beautiful vocal and production!....🌍 ☮︎ 👍

Docfritz kindly invited me to join in this wonderful soulful song. We hope you enjoy this smooth musical journey.
Please go over to @docfritz and @joerxworx to listen to more fabulous music.

Music drums precussion and arrangement and mastering -  @docfritz
Saxaphone - @joerxworx
Vocals and lyrics - @vocalatti

Slow Down  (Ft Docfritz and Joerxworx )

Na Féilte Tine - Samhain ,  Halloween Day, Festival of fire in Ireland
A transition into the dark days , keep well and warm 

Tar Éis na Tine (After the Fire )

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

In this composition, I wished to follow the codes and regulations of bachata corresponding to Latin music in terms of rhythm and the choice of instruments. Composition composed and produced by D Ganache.
En esta composición, deseé utilizar los códigos y las normas de la bachata correspondientes a la música latina en términos de ritmo y la elección de instrumentos. Composición compuesta y producida por D Ganache.
Copyright © 2025 Sol-de-Punta-Cana/D Ganache. All rights reserved. The reproduction of the music herein contained is prohibited without the express consent of the author.

Sol - De - Punta - Cana

I once went horse riding not far from the Canadian border in Washington State. Cowboy hat, chaps, the lot. The guy in front yanked his horse's reins when it started to eat grass, causing it to kick backwards hitting my horse... which set off at a gallop. Yee ha! Unfortunately, the expedition leader was cross, accusing me of showing off! Nevertheless, it was exhilarating. 

All the guitar parts were played on a Duesenberg Paloma

Four Horsemen

Цілував

Instrumental versions open to singers/Versions instrumentales pour collab chant.
Original version : https://soundcloud.com/luceole/avenir


Avenir.

Comme un pauvre  Vagabond 
errant sur les chemins de sa  vie chiffon 
Comme un poète maudit 
Écrit sur le sable mouillé 

Refrain 
Ta  voie  est là, juste un premier pas  suffit pour partir 
laiss’ pas   la peur  te voler ton désir ton avenir

Copie le saltimbanque
qui jongle habile avec ses envies - envie 
La statue immobile
qui voudrait s’envoler  s’en aller


Comme une poussée de sève 
Réveille  ta vie , refleurit le Monde  tu rêve 
C'est dans cette  lumière qu’il te faudra tracer   ta route

Imagine le monde
C'est temps pour toi d’entrer dans la rond(e) tu vois 
C’est ça  C’est ce premier pas 
qui t’a fait saisir ta vie c’est  ça

!--- Translate

Future.

Like a poor Wanderer 
wandering the paths of his rag life 
Like a cursed poet 
Written on wet sand 

Refrain 
Your path is there, just a first step is enough to leave 
Don’t let fear steal your desire, your future

Copy the acrobat
who skillfully juggles with his desires - desire 
The motionless statue
who would like to fly away


Like a rush of sap 
Wake up your life, the world you dream of blooms again 
It is in this light that you will have to trace your path

Imagine the world
It's time for you to enter the circle you see 
This is it, this is the first step 
who made you grab hold of your life, that’s it

Avenir (Instrumental version)

🛑🌍💥💢🔥🔥🔥💣⁂©All Rights Reserved 05-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: FALLEN DREAMS IN A FAILING WORLD
__________________________________________________________________________
LYRICS:
 (Verse 1)
Shadows stretch long on broken ground
Echoes of dreams that made no sound
Golden streets now cracked and grey
Living in a world that's lost its way

(Verse 2)
We chase the sun but it's burning cold
Silver whispers of stories told
Broken hearts and skies that weep
The promises we made but couldn't keep

(Chorus)
Fallen dreams in a fallen world
Stars collide and the truth unfurled
We hold on tight as the winds unwind
Searching for hope we can't seem to find
(Verse 3)
Rivers run dry where life once grew
The skies turned pale from endless blue
Mountains crumble hearts turn stone
In this fallen world we stand alone

(Bridge)
But still we sing through the weight of night
Through the endless dark we seek the light
Hand in hand we walk the line
Dreamers lost but we still shine

(Chorus)
Fallen dreams in a fallen world
Stars collide and the truth unfurled
We hold on tight as the winds unwind
Searching for hope we can't seem to find

War Hurts Everyone

Fallen Dreams & A Failing World

Fallen Dreams In A Failing World

When the skies collapse

We are firecrackers of sound, Lighting up the dark right now, Every spark is breaking ground, Hear the future screaming loud. We don’t fade, we don’t bow, We don’t wait for permission now, We are firecrackers of sound, Watch the night come crashing down....

🔥 We Are Firecrackers Of Sound 🔥

Un Grand Merci à Cyril pour le partage de cette magnifique musique de film, très inspirante où j'ai pris beaucoup de plaisir à écrire le texte :)

Musique / Arrangements / Mixage / Mastering / Basse : Cyril MENDEZ https://soundcloud.com/canm
Paroles / Chant: Steph OUNA
Vignette : Lena

© Cyril MENDEZ / Steph OUNA 2019, All Rights Reserved.

Цілував

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