Bambino 3.1

If I Cant Have You

Los Abuelos

1. In the midst of passing hours
Eloise is drawing flowers.

Stitching rainbow-coloured themes
Running in and out of dreams.

Mountains high, rivers low
Eloise in a world that glows.

2. Eloise making up songs
Improvising as she goes on.

Future doors, windows gleaming
Endless steps into deeper meaning.

Wandering in the forest of good
It’s her favourite neighbourhood.

3. Eloise spins straw into gold
Reliving fairy tales of old.

Train goes by, a distant song
Across plains, sounds of a gong.

Heading for the open air
Heading for a moment rare.

Eloise v2 r1

psychologywar[partI]

I´d like to introduce a slow track inspired in my cat, Olaf. I hope you like it!

Olaf_the_Cat (Original_Mix)

1. You were once a man like us
At the edge of the barley field
Now you stand by day and night
At the edge of the barley field.

You’ve been here so long now
Summer, winter, all the time
Who knows what you might find
Looking out at the barley field.

We are as children in your sight
At the edge of the barley field
One day it will all be right
At the edge of the barley field.

You’ve stood a thousand years
While everything else disappears
Nothing left for you to fear
At the edge of the barley field.

2. You were once a boy of 10
At the edge of the barley field
Years have come and gone again
At the edge of the barley field.

You stood for a thousand years
All alone without pain or fears
Ever dreaming in the night
At the edge of the barley field.

You stood in the pale moon light
At the edge of the barley field
It was wrong but quite all right
At the edge of the barley field.

You stand here in dark delight
The ages roll past in your sight
What is it that you see at night
At the edge of the barley field.

3. I spoke with you the other night
At the edge of the barley field
Mind so sharp and eyes so bright
At the edge of the barley field.

Standing in the pale moonlight
At the edge of the barley field
There’s no one else here tonight
At the edge of the barley field.

People come and people go
At the edge of the barley field
Winter, summer, here you grow
At the edge of the barley field.

Cycles dwindle in your sight
First in darkness, then in light
You’ll be here tomorrow night
At the edge of the barley field.


Barley field r1b

Expendable

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Vibraphone solo. Selmer Alto Saxophone solo. Steinway & Sons Acoustic Piano solo. Acoustic Stand-up Bass.  Steinway & sons Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Drums Full kit set. Percussion Chimes, Zildjian Ride & Crash Cymbal.

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Strange Dream

The Cicada Moon Sessions

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Australian American living in Colorado, I have been writing lyrics for about 30 years as a hobby. I am interested in collaborating with others to improve my own style and perspective. If anyone is interested in using my catalog of demos, reach out to me, happy to share!

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