Radiating a stunning instrumental performance! It's like merging a dazzling hint of Kansas with Styx!  🔥🎯🙌🏻💘

Wow.  This is great.  I love Fusion Jazz.

Great track…..🌍☮︎👍🐞🍀2024

Great work. I really enjoyed listening to this.

Seems there is a bit of good guitars/music here 🙂❤️‍🔥

an excellent journey of such perfect guitars, from the magic of the intro

Super music !!! Excellent keyboard and guitar work !!! :-)

Project 2000
Bateria....Tino Feijo
Bass.... Domingo Lopez
Guitarra...Javier Piñeira

After Hours

This song is for anyone who has been in a relationship with a narcissistic or toxic person. As anyone who has been in a relationship with a narcissist knows, it is incredibly painful. Years can be wasted staying stuck in the relationship triangle of frustration, self-pity or believing you can fix them. When you finally realize that the only way to move forward is to completely cut them out of your life forever you are on the first steps to freedom. Expressing the anger you feel from all the abuse and time wasted is the first step to healing. Hope this song can help you to feel it’s okay to be angry. 

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Mad As Hell

Video here 💜

https://youtu.be/G7je9x_x_0Y

A song I wrote with my dear friend Orla in mind and memories of our teenage years and the great times we had. sadly Orla left this world 7 years ago and left an empty space in many people's lives...
               💜 
Snowy bus rides, foreign scenes,
the way we laughed, hysterical teens,
singing "I don't belong here"
life is not what it seems.


ooh dancing in the long grass
ooh closing time.


Traffic lights, staying out all night,
scary stories, your eyes so bright.
Those empty spaces...
floating out of our sight.

ooh dancing in the long grass,
the fire inside fire inside, fire inside

oooh reflections of time..
oooh can't rewind...
reflections of time
can't rewind, when it's closing time.

reflections of time
can't rewind
when it's closing time.


Empty spaces...
Closing time.


Empty spaces (Adrian Smardzewski and Áine Parkes)

Alexander Aarøen Pedersen: Keyboard
Are Charles Pedersen: Guitar

The River`s Journey

modern day

photos are memories I keep within my mind
stored in the basement in a crate I’ll never find
songs are the stories and the places I have been
authored before this mental knot I’m tangled in

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears

poets and prophets weave our words into their art
read in dramatic mien and spoken from their heart  
unseal the parchment let the words escape their cage
left with a book with seven hundred empty page

styles we made are old and frayed 
where all the past is filed away
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
the sky is wet with ink

modern day is here to stay
and all that was will fade away
heavens rain and hell will pay
our eyes are wet with tears
modern day is bland and beige
remembrance of the golden age
a quill, a pen I’ll write the end
my heart is black as ink

Modern Day

The Rabbits of Memory

find the light : )

one for the kids. c'mon, sing along, it'll make you feel good :

the light I saw

 A bit of fun this one.  Everybody thinks about running away to somewhere tropic.  I just like the thought of drinking alcoholic beverages with large reptilian beasts.
Enjoy

Hey Hey (What A Way To Go)

The tragic tale of a foreign girl forced into prostitution in England during the First World War, and the terrible fate that awaited so many of the soldiers. Many, many thanks to Ale Destiny for her poignant and plaintive vocal. You can hear her latest song "Vincent" here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfa7jjZoK0U&list=OLAK5uy_kwTdpzKWQbJ5Xm05Ok3ulGPmfAm_xv7s8

“Many home-front brothels served an increased number of clients following the war’s outset owing to the influx of men in arms preparing to go into the field.”
- Journey Steward (International Encyclopedia of the First World War)

Slang used in the song:
Dose: (in this case) a venereal infection
Dough: money
Slut: term for a person, usually a woman or girl, who is sexually promiscuous or considered to have loose sexual morals. It dates from the late 14th century in Geoffrey Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, although ironically he was describing a man!
Squaddies: soldiers
The clap: gonorrhea (The narrator in this song gets gonorrhea, or the clap, which was rampant at the time because so many soldiers were catching it from the prostitutes operating near the front. Many of those soldiers, believe it or not, were still virgins and didn't want to die without experiencing sex)
Whore: prostitute

Lyrics
There’s many a squaddie comes visiting
From the barracks up the road
And they all, if they pay, get a welcome
And a rest from a soldier’s load
They’ll be fighting for King and country
And be paid with a grisly end
So, the least we can do is to hold them
To be, for a while, their friend
To be, for a while, to be, for a while
To be, for a while, their friend

Ah me, I was born in a Catholic land
I’ve no love for you Protestant lads!
But I got put in the family way
And reviled as sinful and bad
I’m in England now, a whore for sure
But I dance and I sing and I play
And the squaddies laugh so innocently
As night gives way to the day
As night gives way to
as night gives way to
As night gives way to the day

I fell in love with an Irish boy
No more tender a lad you could meet
He was set to ask me to marry
But was lost in some bloody retreat
I’m carrying his child in my belly
But it’s whoring that brings in the dough
I’m to visit some witch in an alley
To make sure that there’s nothing to show
Make sure that there’s nothing,
Make sure that there’s nothing
Make sure that there’s nothing to show

The doctor says that I got the clap
A soldier, I’ll bet, from the front
The sluts down there do a roaring trade
Death so close, that they bear the brunt
Of virgins wanting a taste of the flesh
‘fore their bodies are ripped to shreds
And if they survive, return with their dose
To pass on in the heat of our beds
Pass on in the heat, pass on in the heat
To pass on in the heat of our beds

Yes, many a squaddie comes visiting
And will do for some time to come
But will there be any lads left alive
To march to the military drum
Yes, soldiers are welcome, one and all
And will be for some time to come
But where are all of the marrying types
To save us from our whoredom
To save us from our, to save us from our …
To save us from our whoredom

From One Singer Left to Mourn; track released August 11, 2023
Music: Michael Sellers; Sergio Aguilar
Lyrics: Michael Sellers
Lead Vocal: Ale Destiny
Backing Vocals: Alejandro Hidalgo & Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass, piano, percussion; musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Cover photo: Photo by The British Library on Unsplash, combined with a photo provided by Loretta Sellers
Cover design: Michael Sellers; Loretta Sellers Fortuny

One Singer Left to Mourn

Soldiers Welcome!

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Soldiers Welcome! 5 Stars; Highly Commended Entry; UK Songwriting Contest, 2023

WEAKENING D AR K N E S S

Better feat. Patricia Edwards
Vocals and Lyrics :
Patricia Edwards
https://soundcloud.com/patriciaedwards
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/14815/better-by-patriciaedwards-72bpm-jazz-acapella
Paploviante:
E-Bass, Music Composing, Mix and Mastering
Picture from Mallorca Holidays Paploviante

Better feat. Patricia Edwards - Paploviante Music

Graduated from guitar institute of technology
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