Love is blind...and maybe a little deaf! A simple, folksy song about listening to someone pickin' a guitar. Sung by Sierra Wolfe, Chris and Shael on guitars and produced, as always, by Shael Wrinch at the Stone Hill studio, Bowen Island...
Lyrics:
My baby loves to play guitar
I know he's never very far
'cause when I hear that Gibson tone
I realize I'm not alone
My baby loves to play guitar
My baby loves to sing a song
and he may sing it right or wrong
He's not the best I've ever heard
but I hang on every word
My baby loves to sing a song
He's just a little out of tune
He's been know to clear the room
but when I see those dreamy eyes
his voice is still my sweet surprise
I'd buy his records by the pound
My feet would never touch the ground
and I may be his only fan
but I'd cheer to fill the stands
My baby loves to play guitar

The Tequila Monday Project

Play Guitar

A dark and moody piece reflective of our times

Lyrics:
Here at the crossroads
Going over the edge
We hope for tomorrow
But it hasn't come yet
The world is burning
People drowning and sick
Our leaders have no desire to get this thing fixed
Ay what will become of us?
Ay what will become of us?
Well my feet were wet through August
and the corn was 12 ft tall
and the wheat was all rotten and the summer skipped to fall
the world around us is burning
and the idiots are dying in droves
I don't have much hope for us humans
no I don't, no I don't.

We might go, we might go quietly in the night,.....

Here at the crossroads
Going over the edge
We hope for tomorrow
But it hasn't come yet
The world is burning
People drowning and sick
Our leaders have no desire to get this thing fixed

Rotten

Music and lyrics: Jose Miguel Millán
Vocals, backing vocals and vocal production: Delhya
For more DelhyA please check: on.soundcloud.com/cZwUB

PRE-CHORUS & BRIDGE
Those were the days ,
Those were the nights

CHORUS 
Roll the dice
Playing Risk
Who’s turn is it.

So purify
Wonder dreams
Like a gleam

VERSE 1
Nose in the showcase
clouding the fate
Counting the days,
it was a long wait
Sand in the shoes.
There was … no pain.

VERSE 2
Kicking the stones
To not return home
Waiting the train
Just to smash the coin
Bleeding knees
All was … a glee

VERSE 3
Pride in the pinball
Watch for the thug
Moove the machine
Control the tilt
Look for the way
The green light… is on

EXIT
For all was the first time.
First kiss, first broken heart
The future didn’t exist
But time run, run fast.

THOSE WERE THE DAYS - FEATURING DELHYA- LYRICS ON DESCRIPTION

This is dedicated to the inspiring acoustic guitar players:

David Dunham https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

Nathaniel Ehrnman https://soundcloud.com/nathaniel-ehrnman

Jon Spilde https://soundcloud.com/user-788197225

Ian Stokes https://soundcloud.com/ianstokes-uk

Viv https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor

Sartori Guitar https://soundcloud.com/user-83791253-79179570

I know I am forgetting folks equally inspiring, and I apologize! So many of you are so good. If I had the facility on the instrument that you acoustic magicians do, this performance would not have the slight stiffness that it does at times.

Rain Delay

https://youtu.be/2neHBtC4ZPI
Splinted

Well your request
is invalid
Computer can always say no.
The search is over
As you linger in the afterglow.

World War III has already begun
While you were dancing & had your fun
I had to jump ship
and go with the flow
counted my blessings
Flew straight as a crow

Unusual patterns, 
Coding gone wrong
Your ethics' for sale: 
MFA took too long

Operator is void
your change is rejected
The download on hold &
Your name it is auctioned, 
bartered and sold...

I feel so splinted

What a fantastic decade!

Slowly I awake
Slowly I rise

Your appointment
Has expired,
Computer is still saying no!

A many-splendored thing
of which we need to sing!
A many-splendored thing
of which we need to sing!

I throw myself
Slowly I awake


The recording was dne in Cubase Elements 11, and contains a.o. Essence Plus 1.0 Freeware VST3, from Ronan Fed.

Strapped to the mast

Splinted

video

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.

You Are So Beautiful

T-The Rousseau Code

Created and performed live on Elektron Analog Rytm Mk2, Digitone & Analog Heat+FX.

#elektron #dawlessjam #dance #bassline

MyChild

I knew years ago that the orange man is criminal. A jury has now confirmed it. 
Is it too little too late? I hope not.
Even though this may have sorta celebratory vibe to it, I wanted a bittersweet undertow also. This political situation in the US right now is almost unbearable … at least for me and many people I know. 

(This tune is downloadable.)

I compose in MIDI, using Logic Pro and sound libraries from EastWest.

© 2024 Rebecca Williams All rights reserved.

Guilty As Sin

On the shore (made with Notion 6 and Logic Pro)
Whistle with Omnisphere 2
Choirs with Soundiron Requiem light
Winds and Strings with V.S.L
Guitar with Amplesound L
Balalaika with Sonuscore

Ma musique

Sur le rivage (On the shore)

Elle a fini par trépasser
Ses cheveux rouges devenus blancs
Son sarcophage à la dérive
Du Nil jusqu’à l’Océan

Et tous les fans enamourés
La suivent de leurs yeux brillants
Les larmes coulent des deux rives
Comme à l’enterrement du Grand Pan

Est-elle vraiment morte ou bien vogue-t-elle
Vers un royaume perdu fait de brumes et de songes
Et de châteaux enfouis 
sous les décombres
D’un amour défunt d’un amour enfui
Qui revient chaque nuit 
Où peut-être n’est-ce qu’un tissu d’âneries

Que de colle a séché sur les posters
Que d’ados ont crié dans les concerts
Que de faux sang a giclé dans les faux cimetières
Et personne n’a trouvé la clef du mystère

Est-ce une vouivre est-ce un cas pathologique 
Une sylphide ou une stratégie médiatique
Un cœur de cible constitue-t-il son public
Est-elle vraiment la reine de tous les néo-romantiques

Est-elle vraiment morte ou bien vogue-t-elle
Vers les neiges éternelles 
D’un pays où ne règne
Que le froid et le sang
Où Tristana pleure dans les ténèbres
Son malheureux amant
D’où partent des nuées de corbeaux chassés par
Les téléchargements

Comme le disent tous les grands esprits forts
Laisse donc l’histoire te juger au hasard
Comme une île perdue dans l’espace
Communiste, rien ne dépasse
Tout est gris tout s’efface

Y a-t-il encore une place pour les vivants
Y a-t-il encore une source pour le silence
Y a-t-il encore cette sorte d’étranges gens 
Qui réservaient toute la nuit pour une danse

Y a-t-il encore des châteaux et des royaumes
Y a-t-il encore des princesses et des fantômes
Avant que ma vie ne cesse, je voudrais voir
S’il y a encore un horizon 
derrière l’horizon

Où vont les corbeaux qui emportent le corps de Mylène dans le noir
Ce corps gracile et fin percé de part en part

Comme le disent tous les grands esprits forts
Laisse donc l’histoire te juger au hasard
Comme une île perdue dans l’espace
Communiste, rien ne dépasse
Tout est gris tout s’efface

Mylène est morte

Arnaud Laurent

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