Fine song. Great guitar, vocals and  fine bass guitar work!

Great instrumentation and guitar performance

There's flamenco in there, isn't there? ...really good. I once saw a show in Sevillia. What an experience!🤩

Hey man, your bass playing is thrilling in here, from one bassist to another. Love your hand drumming, too. Your voice, is of course, the main event, which is remarkable, too. Awesome song you have here, man!

great beat and percussion..I liked the chimes/xylephone around 50...your vocal is very pure and solid. I like that very much

Quijote en un mundo cuerdo...

Letra por Béjar Music:

Mi culito entre la hierba
tu mirada te delata.
Te gustó mucho la idea
de juntar nuestras caderas.
 
Otoño ´pa´ nosotros primavera
y al acercarte el sol quema.
Verano tras un largo invierno
mi sonrisa entre tus piernas.
 
Tras el sol nos arropó la luna
escucha bien esta canción de cuna.

Aire y agua, tierra y fuego
que no se acabe el roce de tu cuerpo.
Vida y muerte, llanto y risa
abrázame esta noche sin prisa.
 
Esta noche será eterna
escucha bien lo que te digo…
Empezando en tus caderas 
y acabando en tu ombligo.
 
Quijote en un mundo cuerdo
déjame ser tu escudero.
Si te pones a echar cuentas
esta historia acaba en Cuenca.

Tras el sol nos arropó la luna
escucha bien esta canción de cuna.

Aire y agua, tierra y fuego
que no se acabe el roce de tu cuerpo.
Vida y muerte, llanto y risa
abrázame esta noche sin prisa.

Aire y agua, tierra y fuego
que no se acabe el roce de tu cuerpo.
Vida y muerte, llanto y risa
abrázame esta noche sin prisa.

Tu Escudero

Into The Forest Of Eternal Hope

The image shows a slightly altered photo detail from: Tree Stump, Meanwood Churchyard, a photography by Tim Green from Bradford (Wikimedia commons)

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"They all go stupid in a race."
(Gustave Flaubert, 1821-1880)

The following text passage is mainly a translation from a blog by the author Goetz Eisenberg (*1951) called:
https://durchhalteprosa.de/ 
(which can best be translated as „Perseverance Prose“)

In the translation I have tried to stay as close as possible to the original text, however, due to phrasing, composition (etc…), I have used slight changes and additions.
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Desensitization

Apocalyptic images 
Every evening on the news 
Heat, fires and disease
Floods, earthquakes, famines, 
War and destruction…
We are given such a daily dose 
Of horror news 
That we loose 
The capacity for outrage and revolt. 
We become numb 
And also threaten to loose 
The abilities we need 
To have empathy. 

(ref1)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Make us fall silent
And paralyse the hooves

All go crazy in a race …

The more drastic the images 
We are presented with, 
The faster we forget 
What we have seen. 
The abundance and above all 
The concreteness of the images
Is the best means 
Of making us immune
To others misfortune. 
This is a facet of the "dialectic of enlightenment" 
That is far too little considered:
The more clearly 
Barbarism can be seen, 
The faster 
We forget it. 
News had a greater impact on us 
When we only heard or read it. 
The images of it arose 
In our minds 
And then occupied us more than one time

All go crazy in a race …

(ref2)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Simply fob us off
With the surface

All go crazy in a race 
They all go stupid in a race	(2)
and we float along with it…

Desensitization

no espero mas

'Tóg an Bealach Radhairc' means ‘Take the Scenic Route’...always the best option.
 
Finn: I plan to go back to my Irish routes more this year and created a simple backing track on Octave Mandolin & Tenor Banjo, but then ran out of ideas.  Doina took a listen and came up with this lovely uplifting tune. The song had a different name when we started out, but now it reminds me of driving along a coast road with the window open. Thank you Doina! 

Doina: Celtic music has been a part of my life for the past 12 years and I can't imagine my life without it. When I started to write and record, these violin tracks seemed too simple. And then Finn started working, mixing, adding tracks. What a journey. Thank you, Finn, for giving me the opportunity to be a puzzle piece in this big machinery called music!

Music: Doina & Finn
Doina Bora: Violins.
Finn Eces: Octave Mandolin, Tenor Banjo.
Birdsong, recorded at dawn in County Laois, Ireland.
Produced Finn Eces.

Tóg an Bealach Radhairc [Take the Scenic Route]

Hoping you enjoy this little "Ditty"

Many thanks for all of your kind feedback plays and playlists, what a wonderful community Soundcloud is!

 Music and lyrics  (c)  Vocalatti

LA VIE

Epic, Cinematic and Orchestral Music.
Franck C Production
Music by Franck Charles ©
ASCAP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgdQv2f3f_E

Final Quest

Translated after the French text

Vidéo Youtube : https://youtu.be/tIufYg0fDxY

Mieux Vaut Tard
Texte : Jefherson
Chant : Julia
Musique : Alain Illos

Texte: Jefherson
Chant :Julia
Musique : Alain Illos

ll est des évidences
des choses qui vont de soi
dire ce que l’on pense
ce qu’on sent, ce qu’on croit.

Mais moi toute ma vie
Je gardais tout pour moi
Comme un loir endormi 
engourdi par le froid..

Etait-ce par pudeur
Par peur de m’exposer
D’ouvrir un peu mon coeur
Ou simplement d’oser.

Montrer peur ou colère
Inquiétude ou tendresse.
N’était  pour toi mon père
Que choquante faiblesse

Sois un homme mon gars !
Cogne fort et encaisse.
 
Surtout ne pleure pas !
C’est bon pour les gonzesses

Rester copie conforme
A ce  modèle viril
Ne pas braver la norme.
Voilà. !Ainsi-soit -il !

REFRAIN    

Mais est venu le jour
De remise en question
Toi touché à ton tour
Par ton opération


Pour toi bien difficile
La maladie soudain
Te révélait fragile
Ou simplement humain

Aux portes de la mort
Tu m’as dit ton amour
En moi, il vit encore
Et il vivra toujours.
Tu m’as dit ton amour
Mieux vaut tard que jamais
Je t’ai dit à mon tour
A quel point je t’aimais...

 Better late than never

Some things are obvious
things that go without saying
to say what you think
what you feel, what you believe.
But all my life
I kept everything to myself
Like a sleeping dormouse 
numbed by the cold.

Was it out of modesty
For fear of exposing myself
To open my heart a little
Or simply to dare.
To show fear or anger
Worry or tenderness.
For you, my father
Only shocking weakness

Be a man, boy!
Hit hard and take it.
Above all, don't cry!
It's good for the chicks

Stay a carbon copy
To this virile model
Don't defy the norm.
So be it!

REFRAIN    

But the day has come
Of questioning
You in turn
By your operation
For you very difficult
Sudden illness
Revealed you to be fragile
Or simply human
At death's door
You told me of your love
In me it still lives
And always will.
You told me of your love
Better late than never
I told you in turn
How much I loved you...

Mieux Vaut Tard  avec Julia

Not So Fast

The One That You Choose 2024

Electric Wind

Sin rumbo, experimentando con los sonidos, los instrumentos, las emociones, los sentimientos, buscando nuevos estímulos con resultados imprevisibles y a veces heterodoxos, rellenando vacíos y huecos que existen en el tiempo y en el alma.

E-mail: bejarmusic@hotmail.com

Without direction, experimenting with sounds, instruments, emotions, feelings, looking for new stimuli with unpredictable and sometimes heterodox results, filling gaps that exist in time and in the soul.

Tu Escudero

Béjar Music

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