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very sweet and complex , like nature itself

Second visit. Really upbeat and lovely tune. Happy. 

Lovely bass and percussion. Very creative and rhythmic.

Colourful and dynamic, with some oriental feel to it !!

wonderful piece of music. lovely production.

Diagnosed & Dosed - Daniel's Delusion

First track of a set of piano tracks exploring places like post cards

Piano Post Cards I - La Plage


Verse 1 

The whisper of your voice Is music to my ear Ignites my arousal My judgment has diminished 

Pre-Chorus

 I can't fight you Sensual poison to me

 Chorus 

I'm a real slave To your caresses A carnal desire Weakens me I don't have the ca-pa-cy To escape. 

Verse 2

 If you touch my skin And my naked torso I'll faint In your funnel-like body Bridge I can't fight our passion

 Chorus

 I'm a real slave To your caresses A carnal desire Weakens me I don't have the ca-pa-cy To escape

 Outro

 Naked both of us... For eternity.


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Verso 1

El susurro de tu voz
Es música en mi oído
Enciendé mi excitacion
Mi juicio ha disminuido

Pre coro 

No puedo luchar contra ti 
Veneno sensual para mí 

Coro 

Soy un esclavo real 
De tus caricias 
Un deseo carnal
Me debilita

No tengo la ca-pa-ci-dad 


Para escapar. 


Verso 2

Si rozas mi piel 
Y mi torso desnudo 
Me desmayaré
En tu cuerpo de embudo 

Puente 

No puedo pelear contra nuestra pasión 

Coro

Soy un esclavo real 
De tuuus caricias 
Un deseo carnal
Me debilita



No tengo la ca-pa-ci-dad 


Para escapar


Outro

Desnudos los dos...
Por la eternidad.

Letra: Miguel Ángel Botello

Todos los derechos reservados D'mendo Boteli ©1994 ©2020 ©2021 ©2022 ©2023 ©2025 

Esclavo de tus caricias 2 - D'mendo Boteli.mp3

Drum – angelo alabiso (angus)
contrabass – neil catalano
acoustic piano – jepp zisa
trumpet – elius redfish
tenor saxophone – robbie building


In Search Of The Rhythm Of Life

Pretty

A Whole Lotta Fun

Track 5 from Wigmore Allen Gibbons 2025 release called FRINGE - available at www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

*Keith makes observations everywhere he goes, and in this instance, his tours of local castles led to this idea - those great, huge, thickly-hewn doors are actually hung on very small hinges. Of course, Terry sees the image as a metaphor -great change often begins with small starts. Literal or metaphorical? We 'll leave that up to the listener.

Great Doors Open

    I walked along a beach…soft sand at my feet
    I travelled past a man…his chin down on his chest
    This man is not asleep…He’s too long past all that I guess
    It may sound pretty stupid, yet…there it is
    Great doors open on small hinges
    I don’t care no more…I don’t care
    I don’t care no more…I don’t care… 
    Great doors open on small hinges
    On this unmitigated nightmare
    No one walks the lonely path I trod
    More disasters left by the wayside
    At the time, didn’t look so bad

    1.47 (Instrumental Break)
    
    He joined in halfway through the movie
    He ain’t gunna chew this cabbage twice
    That dozy man out on the causeway
    Awoke upon his own advice
    Great doors open on small hinges 
    He don’t care no more…he just don’t care
    He don’t care no more…he just don’t care
    Great doors open on small hinges

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Vocals, Lyrics, Guitars, Bass

Great Doors

on the way home 9.19.25

4 Death

I always liked Van Morrisons Music. This is my version of Brown Eyed Girl  2025 a special tribute 

TRIBUTE " Brown Eyed Girl " (Covered by Glenny G)

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

09/07/2025

Aint Broke

By:  J. Ryan Daniel (Some old garage rock I recorded back in the day)

Lyrics:

I was raised up in D.C.
melting pot of anxiety

Down to Tennessee I flee
but the shit just follows me

Now I'm Diagnosed and Dosed x4

They say I'm going to hell
They were right it's these southern jails
This darkness stays by me
Got no place to hide you see

And now I'm Diagnosed and Dosed x 4

I was raised up in D.C.
Melting pot of anxiety
Down to Tennessee I flee
But the shit just follows me

Now I'm Diagnosed and Dosed x4

Diagnosed & Dosed

Almond Blossoms

Try Not To Screw Up

Me, Myself and I - Screachprovising away... on a lazy Sunday.. Recorded in the vein of The Couch King Enterprises - Go Cheetah why don't ya...

Pale Face

I start this new album with better sound by means of one of my more beloved and evolved songs ever, a structured piece with progressing parts.

LETRA   /   TRANSLATED LYRICS:

BIEN, MAL (LLUVIA VIEJA)    /   WELL, BADLY (OLD RAIN)

Sí, no, ¿por qué no?   /   Yes, no, why not? 
estoy pensando que esto no es lo mejor.   /   I am thinkinkg this is not the best.
Bien, mal, ¿tú qué tal?   /   Well, badly, what about you?
de repente me he puesto a pensar.   /   Suddenly I have started to think.

El tiempo esparcido entre mis amigos   /   Time scattered among my friends
 es el más valioso cuando estoy contigo.   /   is the most valuable one when I am with you
Los ratos vividos estando contigo   /   Moments lived being with you
 son reconfortantes cuando estoy perdido.   /   are comforting when I feel lost. 
Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos,   /   I must search for them among my friends
tengo que encontrarlos, pero ya se han ido todos.   /   I must find them, but they are all gone already.

Fumando   /   Smoking 
tras los cristales   /   behind the windows
mojados de lluvia vieja.   /   wet with old rain
Recuerdos   /   Memories
 que me llevan flotando   /   carry me floating
 a estar con ella.   /   to be with her

Tengo que buscarlos entre mis amigos.   /   I must search for them among my friends

Tú, yo, ¿qué sé yo?   /   You, me, what do I know?
está lloviendo pero tengo calor.   /   It is raining but I feel hot
Qué, quién, ¡mírame!   /   What, who, look at me !
soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.   /   I am still who you started do love

Soy todavía quien empezaste a querer.  /   I am still who you started do love

ER13PB01 ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Prickle prick cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Bien, mal (Lluvia vieja)

Over 77,000 plays.  FREE DOWNLOADS - Thanks for all of the support and love.  New Album Coming in 2019 (Valley of Darkness)

R.I.P. Pace.  My best friend and mentor. Changed my life forever and will be missed forever.

I was born in Huntsville. I use to dig in my father's drawers looking for music and would pop in whatever I could find. I ended up listening to Bruce Springsteen, Crosby, Stills & Nash, Led Zeppelin, Prince. Just whatever I could find in his collection. So, my interest in music began at a young age compared to most. I would literally go to bed listening to music with headphones on when I was that age. Music was in my veins and has been ever since. As I got older, around the age of 11 bands like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Tool, Rage Against the Machine, Beck, Radiohead & many others began blossoming. I wasn't a fan of hair metal, so these bands offered something different and it was something I liked. Up till this point I had indulged in Classic Rock. Bands like the Doors, CCR, Beatles, Johnny Cash, and a little bit of punk rock. We had a punk rock scene in D.C. Henry Rollins was from our city and Bad Brains as well. I listened to other punk bands like Dead Kennedy's and GG Allin. Around 14 years old I got my first guitar. It was a acoustic guitar my father got me for either my birthday or Christmas. I think it was my birthday though. I never took lessons, I just bought a big poster with guitar chords and would sit there everyday learning them. I use to have to walk everywhere and remember coming up with songs in my head, but never had the means to record them and they would just fade away within a day. By the time I was 18 yrs old I landed myself in jail for the first of many times to come. Playing guitar had long been something I was doing, but drinking and partying was my new favorite thing. I never really got into any big trouble, but I've had my fair share of time in the jails. About 5 years ago I decided to clean up my act and start writing music. I bought some software, new equipment and began recording. I never thought it would get me anywhere, I was just doing it for fun really. Then people began to respond to what I would write. People really liked my music and it inspired me to continue and to be better. So, I'm still on that road.

I like to compose in different styles, deeply influenced by classical music, especially Baroque. I love soul, funk, jazzy rock and pop.

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