Wow. Your songs are like a masterclass in songwriting. So complex, with so much movement, yet so hooky and catchy.

you have a beautiful sound I like the track nice

The most relevant subject of all. And so well put!

Wise words and thoughts...we all can make a difference one thought and action at a time

this is full of the Pop craft I love -- hooky melodies, fresh and energeti chord changes that flow naturally but keep the ear interested, and real passion (love the dim chord on "leave them") !

Love the push & pull of how you play with major vs. minor

Daily Drops

When there is a wind, she shakes her head. She is dancing.

Everything played by hands (vs midi programming) on Roland VerseLab pads for extra loose and lively feel. Cover art: California Poppy in rare red color. California State flower since 1903. iPhone, Tomales Bay, California, Summer ‘25.

Musically yours! ~ S.P. ~
~ @samprock ~ @prockjet ~ @art-of-nonsense ~ @silentzen ~

Love

Wildflower

there was no whey

Hello, beautiful people of Soundcloud

Here's yet another interpretation of this blues gem, a blend of several versions of this song that I adore.

Death Letter Blues

I had the very good fortune to connect with Andy H aka “Noobly” a few months ago over music that we mutually admired and we agreed to find a future opportunity to collaborate. This is the result. Noobly’s beautifully rich track, propelled by his soaring guitar work, felt like a kind of call to prayer to my ear. I tried to echo this somewhat in singing the bridge. Lyrically, just for kicks I used the Socratic Method to construct the verses (persuasion through Q&A) so that this song’s meaning becomes self-evident and hopefully more of a personal experience for each listener. Thanks for checking it out!

Prideful Pride

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you
Did it happen when all of your friends cut you out
Was your heart set on winning something, but you lost instead
And when you were maimed did the anger in you surge
Can you mark the moment when you became someone else
Is your truth under layers of scar and combat
Are you the new thief, looting joy from everywhere

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone

And in the end you’ll be left with nothing
A bright light that’s gone too dim
I have been in a prison of my own before, just like you
Until I let the facade fall
And was set free, free

Are things more difficult now that you are going it alone
And do you leave enough room for both your sadness and your anger
Does that wall keep scary things in, and the invaders out
Are you winning this imaginary war you think you’re fighting

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, ’can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone


Music/production - Noobly @ https://soundcloud.com/noobly-1
Lyrics/vocals - Todd J McLean
Artwork - Fukushima Greed, 2011 (mixed media) by Todd J McLean

Prideful Pride

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

"May every sunrise hold more promise and every sunset more peace." ✌️

Mastering by @bahram-dashtii 🙏

Here comes the sun

Sunset

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

What do you call it when 
You can’t remember someones name? 
What should I call you instead?

Feel the pressure rising
Right in front of my eyes
Tip of my tongue, but not my brain

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

Conversations a thousand times
I know I know your name
What it is right now I’ve got no clue

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

I need a second here
Get my foggy head clear
I’m not out of balance
I’m hopping around on one foot

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

I need a second here
Get my foggy head clear
I’m not out of balance
I’m hopping around on one foot

Later on today or tonight
Not thinking ‘bout it
Beat the blocking phenomenon


Blocking Phenomenon

Foreigner's Double Vision .. 2nd Album..What was I thinking?.... Got me banned for life from Towers Department Store in St. Catharines way back in 1978.
Luckily I mended my ways but I carry this burden around and generally avoid listening to Classic Rock Radio as I am triggered by this song and that other one ... Hot-blooded ...check it n see...
Apologies to Mick Jones and Lou Gramm for stealing their music and rewriting their song to sing my truth....
opening clips from The Myth of Shoplifting film 1964
end clip from the movie High Fidelity

Shoplifting (The Double Vision  Foreigner Cassette Tape)

Feeling down and dirty, no financial means
So I shoved that cassette tape down my crisp blue jeans
Slinking down the aisle, bulge between my thighs
The abandoned eighth commandment
I was such a foolish child

Yes I stole from Towers
Foreigner's Double Vision
No surprise
They threatened me with prison
Ooooh, the floor walker grabbed a hold of me
Hot-blooded, tone-deaf to apology
My one-way ticket to delinquency 

Just a grubby little juvie back in ‘78
Big brother disappointed in my musical taste 
He said, “ You could have stolen Zevon, maybe Marley or some PiL,
Now you're banned for life from Towers for that boring AM swill"

I kleptified, for that Double Vision
My Mom mortified at my bad decision 
Oooh, the police want to take a drive with me
Backseat of shame, the neighbors’ eyes on me
That Double Vision shopping lesson got the best of me
They arrested me 

Oooh Double Vision
A Foreigner filch
That brought me such derision 
Oooh Double Vision
Grounded and hounded
Parental supervision 
Oooh full frontal implant
The struggle to smuggle
Cassette tape covertly in pants
Oooh that cardinal sin
Shoplifting and grifting
My Fruit of the Loom I slipped it in

Shoplifting (The Foreigner Double Vision  Cassette Tape)

Beyond Empires


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.


Español 


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

Updated 10/02/2025 Why has it been so difficult for everyone to agree that we are destroying our planet? What would it take to change the course of events? Can we finally solve these challenges without violence? Have we learned nothing from the past??? Why have we become so disconnected? 

I love this quote from Carl Sagan's book Contact: “You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.”

© ℗2025 Lyrics And Music By Brenda Doss (BMI)
Lyrics
Here we are so close  
But still so faraway
What have we lost for all
The comfort we have gained​
Such clever minds but still
We’re disconnected souls
And in my heart
I worry for the future yet untold

In a hundred years 
what will everybody say?
How could we lose 
The beauty of this place
Why does it take so long only
To open eyes to do what’s right
Maybe this is all we need
A billion six to all agree

This is my life
Half now gone by
Still there’s much time 
To make it something good yeah
I can do it 
I can be the difference
Gonna make things better
Just a little at a time

I confess my apathy
But now I am aware
I walk upon the earth 
As softly as I’ll ever dare
This thing is big
Much bigger than my life
Bigger than yours
To find solutions to our perils
They cannot be done alone

Out among the trees 
will the little children play
Or is all we leave them's 
Just a memory of this place
You and I we may be strangers
Here we are
In this together
Maybe this is all we need
Maybe this is all we need
Can seven billion all agree

Won't go lightly
Fight for something
I'll make my  life mean
Something that is good
I can do it
I can be the difference
I can make things better
Just a little at a time 
Just a little at a time,  yeah
Maybe this is all we need 
That seven billion all agree?
(Heavy sigh!)

brenda doss

A Little At A Time

Stephen Watkins -electric guitar/Sitar/tabla/Sound engineer(mix and master) @texmex-shaman
Mark j Brewer-Bass guitar
jeff gardiner acoustic guitar/lyrics/vocals/artwork(Edgar the Cat)

Purgatory path by j. gardiner


there's really nothing left to say
but i'm going to say it anyway
thought i heard a whisper of the truth
but it didn't matter like i thought i might

Could have been an echo or the humming of a sharpened blade of steel
sliding in the rails of Revolution, the hounds are on the loose, they're on the trail.
The inhabitants are stark raving mad, this is documented well-

Fallen back to when the Radio played Paradise
falling into you, falling into you, i can't stop,i can't stop
i can't stop falling down the rabbit hole of passionate replys
i didn't even know, i didn't even know
that i was broken
till i found some bits of me, lying on the sacred ground in a dusty field, in a fever dream
just this side of town...  every time he turns around,he doesn't even know what he is feeling disconnected from
he only finds that he is further down the purgatory path
still hoping for some Reverie
even though it's no longer free
but just this Now in the evening's quiet Twilight
all concerns appear as superficial, like she said,"the more i learn, the less i know" and i concur--

I Concur with TexMex Shaman & MJ Brewer

Kinki Boy takes Mikan 3 across the Seto Inland Sea to Kansai.

A girl works at a souvenir shop in Takamatsu, politely smiling at customers while quietly dreaming. The men around her are kind, but her heart is pulled west — toward Osaka, Kobe, Kyoto — toward a boy from Kansai. A simple moment, a shared word, and suddenly everything changes.

Mid-tempo Japanese pop with a restrained band feel: acoustic guitar, bass, drums, and lightly overdriven electric guitar. Lyrics in Japanese with a touch of English.

高松の土産物屋で働く女の子。丁寧に接客しながらも、心はどこか西のほうへ。周りの人は優しいけれど、大阪、神戸、京都――近畿から来た男の子だけが、彼女の心を動かします。何気ないやりとりが、特別な瞬間に変わる物語。

アコースティックギター、ベース、ドラムを中心に、軽く歪んだエレキギターが彩るミドルテンポのJ-POP。日本語詞に少しだけ英語を織り交ぜています。

日常の一瞬や地域の空気感を大切にする Mikan 3 プロジェクトの一曲です。

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
高松市の土産物屋
レジの前で　夢を見る
笑顔で「いらっしゃいませ」
でも心は　海の向こう

高松の男の子　みんな優しい
悪くない　それはほんと
でも胸が　ざわめくのは
近畿から来た　あのタイプ

[Pre-Chorus]
背が高くて　ハンサムで
彼が来て　こう言った
「いくらですか？」
でも違うの
He’s not the one

[Chorus]
大阪でも　神戸でも
京都でも　それでいい
Just one boy from Kansai
それだけで　恋になる

なまり混じりの　その声で
名前を呼ばれたら
I don’t care where you’re from
You’re my Kinki boy

[Verse 2]
近畿が好きな　その理由
パパの話　思い出す
早くに逝った　やさしい人
篠山生まれの　近畿男

強くなくて　静かでも
ちゃんと笑ってた
そんな背中を　思い出すたび
心は　西へ向く

[Pre-Chorus]
丁寧な人が　お土産を
両手で持って　聞いてくる
「いくらですか？」
ごめんなさい
He’s not the one

[Chorus]
大阪でも　神戸でも
京都でも　それでいい
Just one boy from Kansai
それだけで　恋になる

少し早口　そのリズム
聞こえた瞬間
I don’t care where you’re from
You’re my Kinki boy

[Electric guitar solo]

[Pre-Chorus]
安い盆栽　手に取って
「これ　本物？」って
笑いながら　彼女は言う
「本物　ありますよ」

照れた顔で　彼が言う
「なんぼですか？」
その言葉で
Something changed

[Final Chorus]
大阪でも　神戸でも
京都でも　それでいい
That smile, that Kansai sound
そう、あなたが　探してた人

レジ越しに　目が合って
心が言うの
This is the one
見つけたよ
My Kinki boy

[Outro]
高松港の　夕焼けに
フェリーが揺れてる
今日も夢は　海を越え
近畿へと　続いてる


Kinki Boy

A song about choosing each other when it would be easier not to.
It tells the story of two people who don’t think alike, don’t react the same, and don’t always agree — but keep moving forward anyway.

The song lives in the pressure between love and difference. In the quiet moments after arguments. In the space where nothing is fixed, yet nothing is abandoned. It’s not about perfect timing or easy answers, but about staying present when things feel stretched thin.

In the Strain is about commitment under weight — bending without breaking, and finding strength not in harmony, but in persistence.

In the Strain

Hello - Thank you very much for visiting my soundcloud page!!! 
I sing, play piano/keys, write and produce.

I am so grateful and honored by every listen, like, comment, follow, and album purchase from this wonderful community of creators. 

I DO NOT use any AI  for anything I create. If I get left behind, so be it.

© ℗ By Brenda Doss/ Hello Trees (BMI)

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