Name: seaside (relaxing LIVE piano) by bleec
Duration: 4 min 6 s
Description: A relaxing piano only tune with some live recordings of the ocean (and some friendly seagulls). The ocean has always been a place of relaxation and contemplation for me. Enjoy.

Beautiful piano 🎹 playing and a lovely melody with a yearning mood

beautiful track. great emotion and movement.

The mix of live ocean sounds really works well. I think it's a great idea. But you know, if I were walking alone on a beach at sunset while listening to this piano piece, I'd cry....haha

All We Have Is Now

I just want to give the track a little more dynamic. Love to hear your comments.

"SoDown, Oblivinatti, Twinnflame - Supernova" (AntoriaRecords Remix) ©2024

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Para ver el video  https://youtu.be/muLPOSglWJE

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/fiesta-instrumental

Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/fiesta-ver-texto

FIESTA

El sol aparece radiante
y se posa sobre los campos
de mi pueblo cual suave manto
engalanado de brillantes
que el rocío de la mañana
extendió con sus grandes alas.

Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!
me lo grita la tierra 
que nadie la trabaja
lo agradece la tienda
¡qué paz hoy sin rebajas!
Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!

Sonó la campana en la torre
y muy pronto será la misa
en la puerta esperan sin prisa
luciendo traje los mayores
y los niños recién peinados
¡sus zapatos qué bien lustrados!

Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!
me lo dice la escuela
su paz y su desierto
y el candor de la abuela
para dar “pre” a sus nietos.
Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!

Después del vermú la comida
en familia y con sobremesa
no muy larga pues interesa
preparar pronto la partida
e intentar que el café y el puro
no le cueste al bolsillo un duro

Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!
a la sombra, a la fresca
ancianos y mujeres
juegan armando gresca
al tute o al julepe.
Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!

La luz de la tarde se apaga
poco a poco en el horizonte
a los lejos, allá en el monte,
aún se escucha la descarga
del feliz cazador que piensa
en meter al morral más piezas.

Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!
las parejas pasean 
cogidas de la mano
y en los bares comienzan
las jotas tras los vasos.
Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!

PARTY

The sun appears radiant
and settles on the fields
of my people like a soft mantle
decked out in diamonds
that the morning dew
spread with its great wings.

Party, in my town it's a party!
the earth shouts to me
that nobody works it
the store appreciates it
what peace today without sales!
Party, in my town it's a party!

The bell rang in the tower
and very soon there will be mass
at the door they wait without haste
wearing a suit for the elderly
and the children freshly combed
Your shoes are so well polished!

Party, in my town it's a party!
the school tells me
its peace and its desert
and the candor of the grandmother
to give “pre” to her grandchildren.
Party, in my town it's a party!

After the vermouth the food
with family and after dinner
not very long because it is interesting
prepare the game soon
and try to make the coffee and the cigar
does not cost your pocket a penny

Party, in my town it's a party!
in the shade, in the cool
elderly and women
they play creating a fight
to tute or julep.
Party, in my town it's a party!

The evening light goes out
little by little on the horizon
in the distance, there in the mountains,
the download is still heard
of the happy hunter who thinks
in putting more pieces in the backpack.

Party, in my town it's a party!
couples walk
holding hands
and in the bars they begin
the jacks after the glasses.
Party, in my town it's a party!

FIESTA EN CASTILISCAR. 50 AÑOS.

Mountains and Sea

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Red Room (dancehall)

Whiskey & Grace

A relaxing piano only tune with some live recordings of the ocean (and some friendly seagulls). The ocean has always been a place of relaxation and contemplation for me. Enjoy.

seaside (relaxing LIVE piano)

This was inspired by a lucid dream. The first verse is verbatim what happened, but I couldn’t remember the rest when I woke up. So I imagined what I think might have happened, or could have happened, or even should have happened next! 

Big thanks to @APi_ZZ who has magically composed some quite dreamy, trippy and unique-sounding music to accompany the voyage. 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2024 

Music and really cool cover art by APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner August 2024) 

WORDS

You found me lying dozing on the Web. 
“Why are you here?” you whispered softly.
“This is what holds it all altogether,” I said
Gesturing to encompass its warp and weft,
“What? All of it,” you said, lying next to me.
I smiled at the warmth of your magnetics,
“Yeah,” I said, “they’ve got this Wyrd thing
“Going on...to help them manage infinity!”


“How to do you know all this stuff?”
You asked, still not really sure of my premise.
After all, I expect you thought it wasn’t very scientific.
“It’s easy, you just follow the River of Words.
“It’s not a waterway that runs to the sea,
“But back to the cosmic ocean of birth.
“The Druids called it the silver river of ‘Awen’.
“Their bards took their inspiration from there.”
“The silver river of Awen!” you laughed 
 “Oh, we should go there now… Come on!”
You grabbed my hands and pulled me up, 
“Sure” I said...and then we just jumped. 

“Hold on,” you said. We gripped tight to our wooden raft.
You were staring down at the river, and said: 
“I could swear I just saw the word ‘magic’ floating past.” 
“Yes, we’re going back to the genesis of that word,”
“So you can get what it means, from its source.”
“Where is that?” you asked. “You’ll see,” I replied.
 “Now watch out. We’re just coming to the giant waterfall 
“That plunges into the abyss of the Age of Enlightenment.” 

 “What the hell was that?” you asked, 
As our raft emerged out into a smooth-flowing creek,
“Don’t worry about it, “ I said. “It was just a device
“To end the Dark Ages. Only it just made things worse.
“They thought that by separating matter and spirit
“They’d get a more true view of reality.
“But, unfortunately, it was quite the reverse.”
“But what started the Dark Ages?” you wondered,
“Oh...that was just the Time Bandits
“Telling us that the Sun orbited around us,
“Screwing up our sky charts and calendars
 “Robbing us of our place in the All That Is.”

The sun was beating down as if it was midday
So we lay back on our raft to soak up the rays.
But then it just got hotter and hotter, until you asked
“Where are we now?” “Ancient Alexandria,” I said

The ‘magic’ word came past again, but now it just said ‘mage’
It floated towards the sandy banks where we saw an old sage,
Seated on a camel, his head wrapped in a purple turban, 
“We must be in the cradle of alchemy because there’s a mage.” 
 “That’s a mage?” you said. “You mean a magician?” 
“Yes, ‘mag’ just meant ‘power’; the ability to rearrange 
“The electro-magnetic warp and weft of, you know, 
“the Web of the Wyrd upon which our reality is staged.” 
“Well, I think it’s all a simulation,” you replied.
“So if you’re talking about that coding...”
“I am,” I smiled, sensing another adventure ahead.
“Then I’m in for the ride!” you said.

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