Rock song written by John Hardman/Derek Etherton taken from the Beats Working album 'Calm'.
Vocals, guitars & Keys - JH
2023 (c) Swamp Music UK(p) Swamp Records UK for all territories

Raise Your Hands - Beats Working (John Hardman)

Soul Light by UK rock band Hope Street, taken from their 2022 album, Life.

Joe Tibbits - Vocals and guitar
Barry Harman - Bass

Life

Soul Light

https://open.spotify.com/track/1EwtNg7MUwxP9s3BTCoLsM?si=LPvqNZ-iQh-YyGP2c4Cjmg&utm_source=copy-link

Available on all digital platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, Deezer, Tidal, among others.

Mixed work composed of five short pieces for Clarinet in Bb, Guitar and Cello, in addition to the use of Soundscape. Each piece is connected to a characteristic location of Valparaíso (a city in Chile, South America) and to a musical style, using the Trolley as a connecting element.

00:00 - Open Air Market (Minimalist)
02:15 - Trolleybus
02:50 - Park(Tonal)
05:48 - Trolleybus
06:10 - Port (Atonal)
08:02 - Trolleybus
08:45 - Promenade/Vantage Point(Impressionist)
11:53 - Trolleybus
12:16 - Stadium (Rhythmic)

Composer: Wladimir Martinez.

#Valparaiso #Valparaiso #Chile

Obra mixta compuesta de cinco piezas breves para Clarinete en Bb, Guitarra y Violonchelo, además del uso de Paisaje Sonoro. Cada pieza está vinculada a un sector característico de Valparaíso y a una corriente musical, usando el Trolley como elemento conector.

00:00 - Feria (Minimalista)
02:15 - Trolley
02:50 - Plaza (Tonal)
05:48 - Trolley
06:10 - Puerto (Atonal)
08:02 - Trolley
08:45 - Paseo/Mirador (Impresionista)
11:53 - Trolley
12:16 - Estadio (Rítmico)

Compositor: Wladimir Martínez.

#Valparaiso #Valparaiso #Chile

Una Ruta Porteña: Cinco Piezas Breves Para Valparaíso

War Street Journal

Lyrics:
[Part MOVED TO US"]
  The Day you moved to us
  Was the way - you found your trust - in us
  A bumblebee - with disability
  Born without wings - and so fragility

[Part "HOT DAY"]
  On that day it was so hot
  As i bent down to her - she's got - "my heart"
  There is no way - to survive in this heat
  As she crawled helpless - and alone on the street

[Part "FOUND AND TAKE WITH ME"]
  As she crawled onto my hands - so quickly
  I took her in the car - and  take her with me
  I guess i never understood - that the feelings she could give me 
  Would be as - great as her pain - she’s born so sickly 

[Part "FEEDING AND TRAINING"]
  I just put treacle on some sponges
  And drizzled with honey - she began - to lick with fondness
  I teach her how to climb up high - on a stem towards to the sky 
  Training to strengthen her legs - had commenced

[Part "CLIMB THE FLOWERS"]
  And you began to climb the stem
  Hoping that you will find them
  The blossoms of your dreams
  At least that's how it seems
  That she didn't forget - her native tongue - "i guess"

[Part "MEET THE BEES]
  Climb up to the blossom - at the top 
  I hope you find some sweet - nectar drops 
  The bees which fly with care - you will met up there 
  Tell them which pollen - are the best to gather here
 
[Part "FANCY MELODY"]
  Little bumble bee - without wings 
  Dance the sunlight melody - when she sings 
  The song 'bout redolance - and the joy of this life
  She's dances for us - so grateful to be alive 

[Part "CHOSEN FOR US"]
  When you stepped into our life 
  Was the point we realized 
  How precious it is - to found someone to trust
  You have carefully considered - and chosen for us

[Part "COMMUNICATE"]
  You was pretty god at knowing
  What you want to eat - with the flowers and blossoms
  She had a personality -trying communicate with me
  And i'd be like - "What are you try ing to tell me?"

[Part "MUSIC"]
  She likes nice music - i think
  Vibrations of our voices - when we sing 
  She would listen to that sound
  Whenever we're around
  It really - calmed her down 

[Part "THE EYES"]
  The bees flying their rounds - when she dance
  With the bittersweeting sound - of buzzing wings 
  Her pair of large - compound eyes
  Which covers - much of her surface
  Makes her smile - and let the world embrace


[PART [Happy Ending The Waggle Dance]
  'Come on, let's do the waggle dance
  Dance the figure eight and clap your hands
  Put your heads into the blossoms to taste the sweet honey
  Is much better than be lonesome without wasting any money

  Fly! little bee jump off on my knee
  I fly you through the galaxy
  Through the garden of lilys, roses and lavender
  I ride with you together from april 'til september

  Between and above there are three simple eyes
  Which are able to provide information of the light
  The lovely waggle dancing bumblebee 
  Crawls close to our hearts - in full intensity
  
  The wisdom she has gained has spent her time again
  Throw off your load of the day and do the waggledance again
  We're all will dance through the day and night 
  We're all are fight for the waggledance right
  
  Without any confession without any professsion 
  The bumblebee will teach us, the waggledance lesson
  Thirty days to live is a lot quite short
  But it's long enough for you and me to fell in love

  We don't need any wings we don't feel any shame
  We're all want to dance and we're all want the same
  We're all are equal - we're all feel the gain
  'Come on - let's do the waggle dance again
  
  Fin:
  And when she flies in her dreams - into the wide open sky
  The sun warms her body and she began to cry
  The scents are carried through the air and the heat
  All that we need,.. is the waggledance beat

A Bumblebee With Disability (Waggledance Demo Acoustic)

The second installment in the AstroKitty series.

Original concept by Dani Ford and Benjamin Nix
Written for Dani Ford.
All music by Benjamin Nix, Performed by Benjamin Nix. Written by Benjamin Nix.
Very Special Thanks to Kahlan Davis, Dani Ford, Connor Nix and Isaac Nix.

Cover art by Alem Coska (Pixabay)

The Darkness Behind Those Eyes (HBIC Version)

Moveil616 Fuckin N Fighting prod.GAXILLIC

More music: https://wojciechstecyszyn.bandcamp.com/

It was the 6th anniversary of Metapop - the online platform for music creators. On this occasion, one of the biggest original song competitions in the history of Metapop was organized.
The rules of the game were simple: grab quickly raw vocal tracks provided by organizers and create your own music around it. People had amazing ideas - someone made a piece of reggae, someone went into jazz, someone laid down a juicy beat ... I was thrown towards classic rock. Adjusting to the shape imposed by the vocal, I tried to put myself into it and drop a little flavor here and there. The lyrics are about the culture and values ​​of the Metapop community and the music tells a little bit about me.

If you like my music then please consider supporting my work by buying a digital track:
https://wojciechstecyszyn.bandcamp.com/track/its-all-about-the-music

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Thank you.me

It's All About The Music (Metapop Contest Song)

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-rouquin
Translation above

Texte de Christian Portet
Musique et voix de Myckaël Marcovic, 09 juin 2023

Le rouquin

Mon doux ami des soirs pluvieux
À l’heure des trottoirs silencieux
Tu sais si bien m’émerveiller
Que j’me saoule rien qu’à t ‘regarder
On te nomme rouge, moi j’dis rouquin
Ça fait tout drôle chez les gens biens
Mon doux ami des soirs de spleen
À l’heure où les rues s’illuminent.

Mon doux ami des soirs pourris
À l’heure des souvenirs pas jolis
Tu sais si bien me rappeler
Les amis que j’avais aimés
Et qui ne parlaient de rouquin
Que pour en rire entre copains
Mon doux ami des soirs maussades
À l’heure des anciens camarades

Mon doux ami de certains soirs
À l’heure où les rues ont l’cafard
Tu sors aux environs d’midnight
Et y a pas besoin de sunlights
Qu’on t’appelle rouge ou bien rouquin
Ça mène tout droit chez les putains
Mon doux ami de certains soirs
À l’heure où je fais le trottoir

Ok now I get complètement noir
I want to make the trottoir
All my friends m’ont quitté
But me I go on drinking
Because I have the feeling
That wine is good for people yeah
I get drunk I get 'plèt'ment noir
And I wanna get the trottoir

Mon doux ami de tous les soirs
Depuis que j’ai perdu l’espoir
Tu sais si bien me rendre noir
Que je m’endors dans tes crachats
J’  te nomme même plus rouquin
Je t’appelle d’un signe de la main
Mon doux ami de tous les soirs
Tu sais me vendre ton espoir

Ok now I want to make trottoir

The redhead

My sweet friend of rainy evenings
In the hour of silent sidewalks
You know how to fill me with wonder
That I get drunk just looking at you
They call you red, I call you ginger
It's a funny thing with nice people
My sweet friend of spleen evenings
When the streets light up.

My sweet friend of rotten evenings
When memories are not pretty
You remind me so well
The friends I loved
And who only talked about redheads
Only to laugh about it with friends
My sweet friend of gloomy evenings
At the hour of old comrades

My sweet friend of certain evenings
When the streets are in a funk
You go out around midnight
And there's no need for sunlights
Whether they call you red or ginger
It leads straight to the whores
My sweet friend of some nights
When I'm out on the street

Ok now I get completely black
I want to make the sidewalk
All my friends have left me
But me I go on drinking
Because I have the feeling
That wine is good for people yeah
I get drunk I get 'plet'ly black
And I wanna get the sidewalk

My sweet nightly friend
Since I lost hope
You're so good at making me black
I fall asleep in your spittle
I don't even call you ginger
I call you with a wave of my hand
My sweet friend of all nights
You know how to sell me your hope

Ok now I want to make sidewalk

Lyrics by Christian Portet
Music and voice by Myckaël Marcovic, June 09 2023