Name: Black heart by Carina Stainforth
Duration: 3 min 31 s
Description: it was done in the recording studio its a break up song about first love

Excelente Rock de Garage, Rock de motosierra naftera, directo de la botella. Nananananá!

Feel Fine

You Lift Me Up

Hank Rusch goes for the throat with this stripped down raucous rocker about a fugitive from injustice called The Innocent.  Hank creates a raw precision with his spare but loud use of only drums, bass, guitar. Sweet but grinding like frosting on a cake with a file inside Hank give us just desserts with his slide guitar work. Hank's voice brings an authentic dimension to the song as he recounts the first person story of a man wrongly convicted, escaped, on the run.  Hank's screaming falsetto in tandem with his high slide guitar ends the song like a war cry... as if to say, Today is a good day to die, but I will fight for one more.

The Innocent
I went down to the River
I saw somethin' no one ever should see
The law did somethin' bad
They pinned it all on me

On my way to Leavenworth
the train it left the tracks
Everybody broke their backs
But I walked out without a scratch

So they put me in Joliet
on a back to back 30 stretch
But me and a road dog found a way
to put a hole in the fence

We ran and ran in our prison stripes
til' we found a old garage
We put on mechanics uniforms
and hot wired the owner's Dodge

We put some miles between Joliet
We drove without the lights
I wished the darkness would never end
It started gettin' light

They caught my partner and they made the Dodge
he went down in a blaze of bullets
I watched it all from the café
as I stuffed my hungry gullet

I slipped out of town on a mail truck
your letters might be a little late
'cause they shot it full of lead
I crawled into a sewer grate

I met a woman in St. Paul
She liked me and she took me in
She believed I was innocent
as long as I gave her good lovin'

But I saw her sittin' in a G man's car
I could tell from the government plates
They had the goods on her for somethin' else
She gave me up and turned states

I've been runnin' for five year now
I've used every alias
What I saw the law do that night
they'd hang if I was to witness

Listen to my story
I got to tell it before I'm gone
I swear to you I'm the innocent
There's more where I came from

I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent
Lord have mercy on my soul
I'm The Innocent, I'm The innocent
Don't try to give me your back door parole
I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent,
If I stop runnin' I'll never get old
I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent
Lord have mercy on my soul

The Innocent

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all distorted lead & rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, atmo, synth & pads
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Into The Mist

A song about leaving toxicity behind: this haunting melody is complemented by piano and swelling violins before the gritty guitar crashes in, turning the whole thing into a defiant anthem.

REVELATION

Shalom is the word for Peace. This song is in my Maltese language. You might not understand it, but it speaks about the shalom that we need in our fears. 

Shalom

Para escuchar la versión cantada por Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira
Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-instrumental

Y ME PARECE MENTIRA

Te veo y no lo puedo creer:

detengo mis ojos en tu cara

intentando encontrar la mirada

que ayer tanto me hizo padecer

y descubro al instante el presente

que penetra con fuerza en mi mente

destrozando tu imagen de ayer.


Te observo y no consigo entender:

creía reciente aquel verano

salpicado de amores tempranos

teniendo la luna como juez

y la llama de mis ilusiones

que forjó mis primeras canciones

en los más profundo de mi ser.


Comparo, y me parece mentira, 

la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

todavía conservo el perfume

de aquellas mañanas de estío

y el sabor amargo del desprecio

socavando el alma de un crío.


Recuerdo y soy tu esclavo otra vez:

navego en los mares de tus ojos

inundando la noche de gozo

sembrando esperanza por mi piel

pero arribo a tu puerto y zozobro

y mi gozo se torna en sollozos 

al oír que no hay nada que hacer.


Comparo, y me parece mentira,
 
la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

¿quién no guarda la risa o el llanto

de aquel primer beso de ensueño?

risa para el que apuró buen vino

llanto el que brindó con veneno.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE A LIE

I see you and I can't believe it:

I fix my eyes on your face

trying to find the gaze

that made me suffer so much yesterday

and I instantly discover the present

which penetrates my mind with force

shattering your image of yesterday.

I watch you and I can't understand:

I thought that summer was recent

spattered with early loves

having the moon as my judge

and the flame of my dreams

that forged my first songs

in the depths of my being.

I compare, and it seems like a lie,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

I still retain the scent

of those summer mornings

and the bitter taste of contempt

undermining the soul of a child.

I remember and I am your slave again:

I sail the seas of your eyes

flooding the night with joy

sowing hope through my skin

but I arrive at your port and capsize

and my joy turns to sobs

when I hear there's nothing to be done.

I compare, and it seems untrue,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

Who doesn't remember the laughter or the tears

of that first dreamy kiss?

Laughter for the one who drank good wine

Crying for the one who toasted with poison.

Y me parece mentira

I gave Suno an extract from a poem by W.B. Yeats entitled "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven", and then spent hours and hours going through innumerable iterations with different prompts about instrumentation, style and genre until I was ready to give up, when I finally reached this one... which I instantly loved. 😎

Words: 
O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, 
The poets labouring all their days 
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme 
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze 
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies 
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew 
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time, 
Before the unlabouring stars and you. 

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Cloths of Heaven

Someone Like You

I Remember Everything

My heart is yours

it was done in the recording studio its a break up song about first love

demo

Black heart

i am singer and songwriter my arist name is hotribenna I have been singing for 5 years and writing for 6 years I have also pefomed at the  isLington my own show

Black heart

Carina Stainforth

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