Name: Beers & Sunshine by Brett Jamez
Duration: 3 min 2 s
Description: Cover Song of Darius Rucker's 'Beers and Sunshine"

Great pop and country sound, perfect for summer, well done man!

Great vocal and great lyrics especially "the only BS I need" line, very clever.  Well-produced, nice clear sound.  Good tune.

okay, bringing them old days back. that's wassup!! I like it

Great guitar chords they sound beautiful together

Great writing and vocals are fine too. Great work!

A solo piano piece spreading colors of an awakening mind, thoughtful, reflecting, echoing thoughts.

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Morning Shades

Influencia de sonidos, manteniendo las distancias y desde mi admiración mas absoluta evocados en el mundo Pink Floyd, teclados que sobresalen, líneas de bajo muy marcadas y ese juego de mezcla de guitarras psicodélicas . Este es mi pequeño homenaje a uno de los grandes.

El Arroyo

Cover Song of Darius Rucker's 'Beers and Sunshine"

Beers & Sunshine

The acoustic version of our Song THE SONG YOU WROTE :)

The Song You Wrote (Acoustic)

Every which way - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Pondering super-heroism versus reality…

HAPLESS HEROES (save the day)


in these moments
I can clearly see
the way forward
was always in front of me

it’s only looking back
and rearranging facts
that we can act and
save the day

hapless heroes
always
make it through
we may cheer but
but it doesn’t
make it true

cos there’s no hero
no ordinary hero
no everyday way
to field the fray
we never really get to
act that way
seize the day
leap out of shadows
bring
light into darkness
from zero to here
never fear
I’m always here
never fear…
I’m always here…

cos there’s no hero
no ordinary hero
no everyday way
to field the fray
we never get to
act that way
live that way
seize the day
come what may
from zero to here
never fear
I’m always here
never fear…
I’m always here…

it’s only looking back
and re-arranging facts
that we can act and
save the day
save the day
we can act and
save the day

Hapless Heroes

An eerie, dark ambient track with minimalistic harmonic variation. The slightly daunting sound design adds tension and suspense to the otherwise calm and hypnotic composition. The slow progression and gentle harmonic changes make it ideal for mystery or suspense themes in video games, documentaries or films. It's also well suites for meditation or spa due to its calm and relaxing demeanour. 

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Eerie Awakenings

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

Very Normal

Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Profunda Maris Concentus

Dangerous Road

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Beers & Sunshine

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