Lovely stuff, my friend : ) I love travel (real travel, not ticking off trophies) but I also love appreciating the amazing beauty of home. It's right here : )

Great song! Everything is working so good...

Hey Bruce!! Top entertainment man!! Dig the title.. I’m a firm believer in a solid title! Great listen!!

great pianotrack with a short but very funny story..Love these lyric rhymes..superb tune🙌

Get ready for this fabulous adventure !! My 4th work with Joao, inspiring as always !!!

https://soundcloud.com/jowwwafi: instrumental themes and arrangement, percussion, bass, guitars, synths..., production.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, guitars, synths, added sounds, production.
Intro/Outro: traditional music from Congo Republic. Picture: AI.

Translated lyrics (a funny-epic poem when I was 15):

Cacique manda: “¡Ir a cazar!”  /  Chieftain says, "Go hunting!"
Mondongo Gwanda pronto marchar.  /  Mondongo Gwanda soon leave.
Él ha bebido vino y gazpacho;  /  He has drunk wine and gazpacho;
torre ha subido todo borracho.  /  tower has climbed all inebriated.

Gran cazador, Mondongo corre  /  Great hunter, Mondongo runs
ojo avizor desde la torre.  /  watchful eye from the tower.
Cree haber visto una gacela.  /  He thinks he saw a gazelle.
“No me resisto, voy a cogerla.”  /  "I can’t resist, I’ll catch it."

Lleva su lanza, lleva su flecha,  /  He carries his spear, he carries his arrow,
pronto la alcanza y encima se echa.  /  he soon reaches for it, and jumps over.
Su colocón le trae de cabeza,  /  His drunkenness gets him in trouble,
¡el tío torpón falla la pieza!  /  the clumsy guy fails the prey!

 “¡Jopeng!” Exclama Mondongo, duro,  /  "Dang it!" exclaims Mondongo, tough,
enciende llama porque está oscuro.  /  he lights fire because it’s dark.
 “¡Cagonla!” Grita desesperado.  /  "Bullshit!" he screams desperately.
Ya la monita se le ha pasado.  /  The hangover is over already.

Sobrio, Mondongo no se calló,  /  Sober, Mondongo didn’t shut up,
dijo: “En el Congo soy yo el mejor.”  /  he said: "In the Congo I am the best."
Fue lanza en mano tras el animal,  /  He went spear in hand after the animal,
bajo un manzano fuelo a encontrar.  /  under an apple tree he got to find it.

Comiendo estaba tranquilamente,  /  It was eating calmly,
Gwanda acercábase lentamente.  /  Gwanda approached slowly.
Ya que la vio le tiró fuerte;  /  Once he saw it, speared it hard;
tanto la hirió, le dio la muerte.  /  he hurt it so much, caused its death.

Mondongo salta, vuelve al poblado,  /  Mondongo jumps, returns to the village,
alegre canta: “Ya la he cazado”.  /  happy he sings: "I’ve already hunted it".
Mondongo Gwanda llega a casita.  /  Mondongo Gwanda arrives home.
Cacique aguarda, le felicita.  /  Chieftain awaits, congratulates him.

MONDONGO GWANDA (with Jowwwafi)

C'mon Bruce
You're stuck in a rut
Do Paris, do Rome
Gotta get off your butt
You only got one life
Gotta see Rio
Climb Kilimanjaro
Ski Lake Tahoe

But I don't wanna go
So leave me alone
I'll keep my lazy ass closer to home
No thank you man
I got a better plan
And I'm gonna be just fine
    *****************
On South Padre, or St. Simon's,
Any beach will do,
In the islands, Caribbean,
'long as I'm with you.

Breakfast At The Beach

Who could blame them for being giddy?  They finally had him….got the mugshot, and in a few months he’d be tried & convicted, and best of all, out of their way for good.  Some may question their motives & methods, but hey, it was up to them to save democracy, right?  
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(side note, April 2025: has anyone been watching France lately?....they've been busy saving democracy over there too)
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For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, some 40 miles west of Austin, in the heart of the Texas Hill Country.  The crowd wasn’t huge that night, but it was plenty raucous.  Needless to say, we brought the house down.  We always do.

LYRICS
Finally bagged the prize,
Event commemorated with a photograph,
A delightful list of crimes,
Got ‘em dancin’ with the lawyers down the primrose path,
The scribes down in the court,
Breathlessly report,
With a glee they can’t contain,

Oh they’re giddy….

Giddy like the rats who swarm the sewage slag,
Giddy like the vultures, feasting on the rotted culture,
That has spawned them from its womb,
And they tell us all how grateful we should be,
Cause they’re doing it to save democracy.
 
Yeah all fortitude & grit,
Our protectors wouldn’t quit,
On this noble quest,
There would be no rest,
Staged sudden raids, drew dossiers,
Tried Russian links, threw kitchen sinks,
To cage the dreaded pest,
Damn the proper form,
They’ve snared Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,

And now they’re giddy…..

Giddy like the buzzards circling o’er their prey,
Giddy like the varmints, chewing on the hated target,
While the judges hold him still,
Giddy like the frantic hawks, flailing with their shrilly squawks,
The fear they just can’t kill,
Damn the coming storm,
Now they’ve booked Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,
Hey, the law may be applied unequally,
But it’s the only way to save democracy.

I beg you Lovely Lady, turn your head away,
Away from the shame, away from the pain,
America, America, how did we let it get this far?
We are your sons, what have we done?
What have we done……….

Ah but giddy doesn’t last, when the vengeance & the wrath,
Shred the piers that bear the load,
No it won’t be so hysterical, when even Heaven’s miracle,
Can’t keep our father’s code, 

Oh but decision day is nigh, & the beast is still alive,
And far too many still believe…..

So arrest the Monster!...show it on TV,
Silence him & anyone who won’t concede,
There’s no time for constitutionality,
When the mission is to save democracy.

Giddy (now with lyrics)

I’m waitin on a new style I’m waitin on a new day
Walkin a long the mile checkin out the play

I’m never goin out at night
Only out in the day
Never gonna ride assumption
That I’m gonna be ok
So I’d rather just have you know
It’s another shut in day
The flowers never grow
When you focus on decay
You never amount to much
When a shadow scares your touch
So smile at the crossroads
You talk shit way too much 

Everyone is a little bit frightened
Everyone is scared
Maybe you could help them out
But a shut in you don’t care.

Make your friends dine about
Try to dance and scream and shout 

I was waitin on that cow bell
I was waitin on the rain
Someone said they remembered me
And boy was I a pain
Before the lavish luxuries
And pleasantries defined
I got pistol whipped by 
Robbers
Just beggin for the time

Mother ran the tightest ship
Blessings in her way
I always had the politest things
Ready off to say

She never let him out at day
Never out at night
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light

We saw him in the window
We told him to come down
Waving at his friends
His mother always frowned
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again

Lovecraft's Sick Again (Acoustic Version)

Written & performed by RUVIRU & Satori Rewire
Mixed & mastered by Marco Stevancevic

Vocal samples taken from traditional Native American chants

The Power of Meditation

AVAILABLE ON ALL PLATFORMS DECEMBER 5th, 2024!

"Little Brother" is a soulful blues collaboration between Maeki Maii and Jason Langvee that explores the complexities of sibling relationships. With Jason’s emotive English vocals and Maeki's warm French rap, the song balances heartfelt reminiscence with a message of resilience and support. The rich instrumentation, featuring bluesy guitar and smooth organ, creates a warm backdrop for a powerful narrative about love, protection, and the unbreakable bond between brothers.

Little Brother

The fest!!

Has it felt when it just started,
You re going to live in pain,
You rushed to think you never died,
But now you feel no gain,
Your only hope is to remember,
Just nothing to forget,
Decide now for your appearance,
The thought that lives ahead.

Has it felt too good,
Did it really showed the pleasure,
Are you back inside in mood,
Do you hope behind your treasure,
Do you think in time to call,
Another guy to say hello,
You talk on the street alone,
In your head with people unknown.

December fests, November vests,
October ends, September is gone.
December does, November feel,
Octobers deal, Septembers throne.

Bill Barek, Christos Ragias

TASCAM DR-100

THE FEST (Lyrics on Description)

The Blue Room – smoke and whisky and tears….

The original idea was a smoky, jazzy, late night club-for-lonely-hearts kind of thing.  But since my “jazz” piano always ends up honky-tonk, and I can’t seem to lose the backwoods in my voice, the final product – though still smoky & late night – is more lonely hearts beer joint than jazz club.  Jazzabilly maybe.  Redneck Blues. 
								
But there is a plan to give the song a little jazz credibility.  I play an organ solo mid-song that I actually wrote for saxophone.  I’m sending the song to my little brother, longtime Atlanta musician Herb Avery, who says he knows a sax player who’ll take it on.  So if Herbert can make that happen, I’ll upload the new version later.  If he can’t, I’ll be looking for a sax player out there.  And yes, for now I’m keeping the sax player pic posted, to remind me to get this done.

My daughter Julia helped out vocally on the choral refrain.

So here we go.  Come set for a spell in The Blue Room…..when nobody loves you.

The Blue Room

This is one of my favourite compositions. 
Knowing pretty well my vocal cannot match that of Jasmine's when the song was first posted here several years back, I still decided to do a version of my own with a slightly different arrangement.
Three songs in a row, the wonderful lyrics by Mellina Barnett. Just see what you think about it.

Merry Christmas and thanks so much for stopping by.

[CREDITS]
Music / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming :  Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics : Mellina Barnett
Guitar Solo : Brent Mason @Band_in_a_Box
Acoustic Guitar Picking : Jason Roller @Band_in_a_Box
Strings Quartet : Avery Bright @Band_in_a_Box


[LYRICS]
Children are dreaming warm in bed 
So tread carefully as you turn out the lights
Watch the shadows dance around the house
As the clock chimes day to night
Cobwebs shimmer 'cross frozen glass
Breath hangs heavy in the air
Something magical's on its way
If you try hard you can feel her near

Lay down in front of the glowing fire
Pull the blanket around your shoulders
Let the warmth of flames mesmerize
As snowflakes drop in silence
Candle flickers around the walls
Whispering for you to hear
The gentle steps and Christmas bells
As an angel draws softly near

(CHORUS)
Christmas Angel has come to visit
For she heard your Christmas prayers
She danced round the fairy lights
You didn't see her there
She kissed each sleeping child 
Wished them health and happiness
Left a white feather in your open hand
And sang to you Angels blessings

(Bridge)
She stands serene in the frosted night
Translucent with goodness
Marbled in crystal light
And when the Lord calls to her
With grace she has to go 
Sending stars from Heaven
Falling with every drop of snow

Repeat Chorus

Angels Blessings [2024 Version]

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2024 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
Don't want to be a rose
You want to be a wildflower
Never mind the sun
You want to take a moon shower

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

You say you're getting old
You say you've reached a milestone mama
You're tired of being sold
You're tired of all the hometown drama

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

I love the way the moon glows
I love the way the wind blows
When it goes
Through your hair

Gonna be a wild ride mama
Gonna be a rodeo
Gonna be an LA drama
Gonna have to rope me down

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

Half A Mile From Here

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Charles M. Mailer Band mit dem fränkischen Mundart-Programm "Blu:fränggisch" 

“Keen Ärcher Mehr” 
Music & Lyrics: Charles M. Mailer

Line Up:
Charles M. Mailer - lead vocals, keys
Klaus Neubert - guitar, vocals
Jo Böhm - bass
Ernst "Ernie" Luksch Jr. - drums

Video - Klaus Neubert
Editing - Sascha Roith.

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