Well done song. Nice guitar groove and great harmonic vocals.

Love the feel one this tune! Nice vocals too!

Another beautiful composition & performance.  Cheers.

The Key

Only you can make me fall asleep 
Calling you with words we only share 
I close my eyes and find that you are inside my mind

I walk with you forever on a beach 
You and I the blue sky and the kids 
I shut my mouth and breath the universal sea 

Long kiss hello and long kiss goodbye 
Hearts on fire and hearts that are tired 
I open my eyes and see that you are part of me

Only you 
Only you 
Only you
Only you

Only you can make me fall asleep 
Calling you with words we only share 
I open my eyes and see that you are part of me

Only you
Only you

By Per Bronco Karlsson

The Key

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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For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, just 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 prancin’ 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 that 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)

Hold On

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

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En toc 
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Mirror,Mirror

the weight of it all

"Awakening Buds" is the first song from our upcoming album "Spring Awakening: Songs of Renewal". Inspired by the gentle awakening of nature and the profound, quiet power of inner light, this song invites you to pause, breathe, and reconnect with your own source of inner renewal.

Soft melodies, ethereal vocals, and acoustic warmth evoke the delicate beauty of spring buds opening in the Whispering Forest—reminding you that true awakening isn't about becoming something new, but rather remembering the light you've always carried within.

MagicMind Glow – You Are Light... You Are It All.

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Awakening Buds

¡¡ Warning: very old track with very LO-FI sound !!

4th track, november'93. Time passes, life changes ourselves. I play clean guitars, focusing my work on changing rhythmics, from the smoothest to the most passioned. 

El 4º tema, noviembre de 1993. El tiempo pasa, la vida nos cambia. Toco la guitarra sin distorsión y trabajo especialmente la base rítmica en las distintas partes, pasando de lo más sutil a lo más rítmico y apasionado.

Lyrics/Letra:

Cuando me comporto de un modo raro 
me cierras las puertas;
mi sueño termina, estoy acabado,
donde ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

Todo en lo que confiaba, ahora se derrumba...
Aquello que despreciaba, es lo que me gusta...
y es que ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

Creo sentir un empujón que me invita a seguir.
Creo llegar a un tiempo más lejano que tus ojos...
donde ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

El aire canta frío entre los tejados...
me veo aquí dormido, a mi lado...
y me levanto en la sombra para tocar el cielo...
donde ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

La luz se aleja, la luz se acerca,
las luces juegan con mi cabeza,
me siento raro, me siento raro, me siento raro,
y es que ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

Me siento raro (Nada es igual)

Dynamic dialog between voice and guitar (one-shot recorded), over a very syncopated rhythm. Epic words and guitar solos, showing some rock background.

Dinámico diálogo entre voz y guitarra (todavía grabado del tirón) sobre un ritmo muy sincopado. Toques épicos en letra y solos de guitarra, dejando entrever entrañas de rock.

Lyrics/Letra:

Ya queda poco, ya queda poco,
poco para regresar. 
Ya queda poco, ya queda poco,
sólo una semana más.

Una historia que contar,
un secuestro a voluntad,
una meta que cumplir,
el orgullo de mamá.

Ya queda poco, ya queda poco,
poco para regresar. 
Ya queda poco, ya queda poco,
sólo una semana más.

Cuántas horas sin dormir,
sin salir y sin soñar
¿Qué ha venido a hacer aquí
el orgullo de mamá?

Giddy (now with lyrics)

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