These lyrics are great, if my opinion on lyrics means anything...... Cool tune.

Mixing is cool‼️ Nice vocal performance‼️

🤘🌞🤘🔥🔥🔥killer track such a good catchy flow

Great writing, as always with you - even the leftovers are good :)

Truly luv your songs!!!!! Hope you are well!!!

Farewell my little red CS01 YAMAHA ... 4 more minutes of crazy fun before you go ...

Pandora's Box (Variations et Déviations incontrôlées. PROCOL HARUM Cover)

Author : Eleanor Farjeon \ Composer : Rick Wakeman \ Cat Stevens
ISWC : T-902.185.334-9
Released : December 1971
Publisher : Cat Music Ltd \ Universal Music Publishing

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This song is a famous Christian hymn written by Eleanor Farjeon in 1931

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It had been over 35 years since I last played the guitar...

I started again at the end of July 2025.

On August 10, 2025, I recorded this cover with my cell phone,
WITHOUT EFFECTS, raw sound, with vocals and guitar.

When converting the file to Wav format, I simply heightened the volume.
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First of all, I would like to thank two followers:

- Four months ago, the first one really encouraged me 
to pick up the guitar again.

- The second is someone I hold in high esteem, 
who gave me confidence and, above all,
strongly advised me to post this track as it is,
despite its imperfections (the chords weren't quite right,
the singing wasn't great...)

A big thank you!
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Vocal : Anh
Semi-acoustic Guitar : Anh
Recorded : August, 10 2025
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Morning Has Broken - Cover (Cat Stevens)

Todas as vezes que amei
Todas as cores que pintei
Todas as chances que busquei
Todas as causas que ganhei

E é só você que me importa
Nem o ar profundo me leva tão a fundo
E é só você que me importa
Sob esse sol nascem flores e amores
Um caminho

Todas as vezes que eu chorei
Todas as vezes que meus sonhos foram apenas vindos
Todas as letras que lhe dei
Todas as frases formadas, juntos

E é só você que me importa
Nem o ar profundo me leva tão a fundo
E é só você que me importa
Sob esse sol nascem flores e amores
Um caminho

Vocais, letra e melodia: Gui Pagliari
Guitarras e arranjos: Silvério Simioni
Baixo: Jaime Bones
Bateria: Kassio Todescatt

Um Caminho

Here is a real stinker of a song 
I was trying to create a new song and was reading a bunch of very old lyrics from my 20s that were laying around in a drawer.   Some of these manifestos of youth, though earnest and ambitious, have not aged well over the years  ....like that piece of moldy cheddar at the back of the fridge... Leftovers, no longer suitable for public consumption..though one did leap from its hiding place and forced(inspired) me to write a song about it before it sent me down the river never to be seen again.....

simple melody , pretty rough pounding on the electric and keys with a drum track from my phone
Homer Simpson helps to illustrate the food metaphor for this  somewhat out of tune tune 
best i can do with what I got


Leftover Song

This song it smells like moldy cheese                      
With words of youth gone stale and left behind      
A little blue, a little rancid                                              
From the back of the fridge to the bright lights        

Curdled by the curse of indecision                            
Now, I take a sip and promptly spit and spill            Over-seasoned with the sweat of self-reflection   
Makes it kind of  hard to swallow, I’m hungry still                          
Perhaps my best before date                                       
Has been exceeded                                                       
What once was firm has now gone soft and sour    
This tune unchosen                                                        
Slowly decomposing                               
Reanimated by a higher power                                   
Leftover song of mine                                                
Resurrected now for you                                                                      
This song it has the feel of the familiar
Simple shapes and sounds sung in the major G
I tried to lose it, give it the slip, in the parking lot of my mind
But it jumped in my car, took me hostage and assumed my identity

Tied me up, took me down to the river
And sent me on my way
On a boat that sailed in circles 
With a piano that could not play
It’s a coup d’ etat, a Mardis Gras
Said the one that got away
A monster of my own creation

These nouns and verbs gone wild
A verse unseeded
Left in the sun to slowly bloom and flower
Starved of attention
No comprehension
Of what was locked inside my Ivory Tower
Leftover song of mine
Busting loose to sing to you





Leftover Song

I'm very honored by Stefan Kraft's  lovely orchestration of my piano piece. Thank you so much, Stefan!   Listen to more of his musical gems @stefankraft_music.

Waiting At My Window / Stefan Kraft & Debra Buesking

*My last upload was taken down by Soundcloud
Here's an older one from the vault.

Remixed by LS/2014.

Dial my Heart

In 1970 the worm definitely turned for me..  I was too young for the Summer of Love and Woodstock but come Christmas but I had my Spirograph... Wheel inside a wheel , the journey began, my creative powers unleashed... Finally some psychedelia for us kiddos... my plastic so fantastic....
sound clips ...intro clip from the movie Platoon and the  end clip from The Simpsons...  acoustic guitar/ keys/ shaker track recorded from my phone from Loopz  app......                                                                                                                                    the beat goes on....

Spirographic Eye                              

This story brought me back about a half a century                                                          
Kenner took me on a trip to try their kiddie LSD                                                              
Hypnotic trance, we’d turn and spin a groovy design                                                     
How old does one have to be to blow their minds?                                                        
Even Mom and Grandma they were digging this                                                           
Hogging all the paper sister got real pissed                                                                   
My plastic so fantastic                                                                                                    
Super Spirograph                                                                                                          

Back in 67 there was Lucy in the Sky
A black and white TV set was how we kids got by
Those kaleidoscopic colours now, you never want to stop
Friends peering through my window to see just what I got
Living on a rainbow, escape the world once more
Woodstock in my kitchen, San Francisco on my door
My plastic so fantastic
Super Spirograph

AAHH feel the symmetry                                                                                             
Perfect geometry                                                                                                         
I wanna kiss the sky                                                                                                    
On my Christmas vacation                                                                                 
I got me this art fascination                                                                                                   
Got me a spirographic eye                                                                                                   

You can keep my Lite-Brite I’m not playing underground
I'll be on another planet, though I will not leave this town
Salvador and Pablo they soon will know my name
Or maybe not, no never mind, life still won't be the same
Wheel inside a wheel it spins, precision never lies
The truth is on the paper it’s so pleasing to the eye
My plastic so fantastic
Super spirograph

AAHH feel the symmetry
Such perfect geometry
I wanna kiss the sky
AAHH those Mandala flowers
My psychedelic powers
Got me a spirographic eye

Spiromania, Spiromania,  you'll go full circle, inside your brainiya…..             
Spiromania, Spiromania, tune in, turn on, it entertains ya…..……..

Spirographic Eye

Vertigo

My mum always played the piano in her slippers, her mother did not want her to damaged the instrument.  She even took her slippers to the Guildhall School of Music and Drama exam, she thought everyone played the piano in slippers. So I recorded a favourite track of hers, in one take, which I was very happy with, though I did shed a tear as I put my slippers on.

The music for "Blueberry Hill" was composed by Vincent Rose with lyrics written by Larry Stock and Al Lewis. The song was turned down by another publisher until being bought and published in 1940 by Chappell & Company. The song was recorded over ten times that year.

Blueberry Hill (Vincent Rose, Larry Stock & Al Lewis)

Lyrics to follow later, cant upload. 

A song about love ❤️

Live and let love .mp3

This is just a small fun piece, which I hope will put a smile on your face....
The art picture was given to me by my dear friend Stephanie Stickel……
Thank you Steffi!😊
Here's a link to see more of her work..

 https://www.youtube.com/@StephanieStickel

Une Petite Cocasse

There’s a treasure down deep in this wonderland
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
The word and rhyme, a message, in a song it stands
my rock n roll Rosetta Stone 



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