lovin yer Guitaring! and That Voice!  Sing n Play On, man...Play On!

Percusión: fab
Grabación y Edición: Ernesto Molestina
Producido por: fab
Fotografia: fab

En la tranquilidad del mar

Thank you Antony for bringing this song to life. And thank you for the swell video too: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LxjceopiYvQ

Vocals, instrumental, production: Burn.It.Smith @burn-it-smith 
Song, vocals: me

I LOVE THE WAY YOU SMELL 

It’s not the way I walk 
- You’ve got a funny way of walking
It’s not the way I talk 
- I never listen when you’re talking

-But the other boys can go to hell 
‘Cause you know I like the way you smell

It’s not the clothes I wear 
- I don’t notice what you’re wearing
It’s not my movie star hair 
- Your looks are kind of overbearing

-But the other boys can go to heck 
‘Cause I just want to sniff your neck

Someone can be as pretty as you please 
Smart as a whip or crazy for me 
But I can’t see the forest for your trees
Cause when it comes to love I’m olfactory

When you’re around me you just stutter and stammer 
- ‘Cause the air around you has got some kind of glamour

-The other boys just aren’t as glamorous
The scent of you makes me amorous

What is it about me that’s so alluring? 
- If I told you it wouldn’t be reassuring

-For other boys I just don’t care
Come over here and let me smell your hair

-Yeah you don’t have to win me over 
Cause I really love the way that you smell

The Way You Smell  - With Burn.It.Smith

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Amarantos - Αμάραντος (GR trad cover)

Cold (The Cure cover)

Metaverse

Well its getting better and better, learning a new way of making music.
One handet guitar player :)
One Life we have so enjoy it, no one knows when it ends.

One Life

“I Don’t Know How To Love (Anyone)”

She asked me if I loved her
If I ever could
My lust had made a promise
Beyond my will to make good

I pride myself as mindful
Being self-aware
But there’s always a place inside
That pride will spare
	And right then I saw it laid bare

I don’t know how to love anyone

No man is an island
But many plateau
They grow into tailored suits
But to men they never grow

I want for more than an island
But have I plateaued?
I look a full man in a suit
But this man has got a hole
	And, oh Lord, now I can’t not know

I don’t know how to love anyone

Should I strike out in anger?
Should I curl up and cry?
Should I lock my heart up?
Should I continue with my lie?

Oh, let me be a gentle man with a gentle dream
I want to learn to love someone who in turn loves me
Let me be selfless, caring, patient with my love
Let me learn to love someone

I’ve been living my life in anger
I’ve done nothing but curl and cry
I’ve never tried to give my heart up
I don’t want to continue with this lie

Oh, I want to be a gentle man with my gentle dream
I want to learn to love someone who in turn loves me
I want to be selfless, caring, patient with my love
I’m going to learn to love someone

---
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

I Don't Know How To Love

The relic of your love

Your skull beneath a crown of flowers,
your blood staining some cracked vessel,
your bones scattered to the winds
to wind up in a score of churches; 
so many claim your bones
you’d make a dozen men.

When, to the daughter of your jailer
you gave the gift of sight,
and signed it 'from your Valentine', 
it bought you but a temporary stay.

And smitten with your God,
you would keep marrying soldiers
to the supposed virgins of Rome,
so they could not fight;
and soldiers are gold to an empire.

Or else ministering to Christians
(those dafties with their crosses)
before the lions had them;
cutting hearts from parchment
to remind them what their love meant;
for the betrothed on earth, and to Him beyond.

All this made the Emperor chafe;
you weren’t playing ball, my love.
To maintain respect, like some Scorsese hero,
he simply had to have you beaten with clubs;
and like Rasputin, you forstood unfathomable violence,
until they chose to remove your head
out on the Via Flaminia,
one night beneath a Hunter’s Moon.
This did the trick.

Centuries bleed past like broken hearts,
and here you tarry, my grinning suitor;
I stand before your skull,
braided with bright white roses
that stink of faith,
and ask for the gift of vision
to find the one true heart
in a wilderness of stone.

TASCAM DR-05

the relic of your love

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco & Jason Mowry
Final mix by Jason Mowry
@asleepwithheadphones
@lazydadamusic

Whirling Elephants

Unfortunately, more and more people of music are leaving us. Fortunately, great music remains. Tina Turner passed away a few days ago and that's what prompted me to do this cover.
Video can be watched here:
https://youtu.be/8zl_gyC0rdw
I invited Per (PJ Project) to collaboration. He accepted the invitation (thanks Per!) and added another guitar, bas, drums and mixed it all up. Here's what came out of it. This is placed for now on my YT channel.
https://youtu.be/KaHDTVOnZfY

Tonight, Tina Turner, David Bowie, cover

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MAGIC DICKEY

perdu dans une sorte de rêve cotonneux et étrange sans réelle finalité.

MAGIC DICKEY

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