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Here's a tale of love, hate, and yoga meditation.

Love Or Hate?

Words and music by Constricted Freedom
Cover art by Mar Ambroj

Welcome to planet earth
one of the best shows in the universe
excuse the mess
we'll clean it up...

Every night
there I lay awake
thinking of the things that could be

Every day
dreaming of the things
I want to see

Living free
enjoying every breath
things could be better...
living free 

Stay calm
relax
everything is' gonna be alright
staying true
to myself
I won't do the things that most expect

Gaining force
in the right direction
we can do this if we want

Give me love
NOT that hate

Give me something to look forward

Every night
there I lay awake
thinking of the things that could be

Every day
dreaming of the things
that we could have

Living free
enjoying every breath
things could be better...

Living free
in every corner of my mind
there is no place
I can't go
 
I go
to that place 
that no one can disturb
I see
no reason
not to go again
every time I want

Gaining force
in the right direction
we can do this if we want
getting strong
every day is new
we can follow this path
until the end of time

Give me love
NOT that hate
Feel the love
Lose that hate

Truth will
in the end
prevail over all delusion's wake
why not
take control
we don't need to play the fool no more

Gaining force
in the right direction
we can change the world if we want

Give me love
NOT that hate
Feel the love
Feel the love

Living free
enjoying every breath
things could be better

Living free
I look inside my heart
to see what's there
love or hate?
to see what's there
love or hate?
to see what's there
love...

Escape Route

Love or Hate?

Love Or Hate?

When you grow up in Colorado you probably have a little country in your bones. Yee ha.

It Wont Be Long

Old school sampling in a nutshell. Using an Emu E4X dinosaur, best filters I've ever heard, but what do I know. The Emu was horrible to work with, that I do know. Bounced the lot to Ableton

a voce piena

A little sung poem.

When My Time is Done

When moonbeams prism starlight in a crystal grain of sand
As it slips into the ocean, from the furrow of my hand.
When warm fogs on the glaciers sit frozen by the sun
And the clock hands fuse in unison, I’ll know my time is done.

When a feather halts the rolling rock, in the shallow of its hill
While a rainbow melds to monochrome, and lunar orbits still.
As the hanging snow that fails to fall and the rivers pause their run,
With the swallows standing silently, I’ll know my time is done.

When the whispers of the moor grass take respite in the lee
And what was once myself is my lost memory of me.
When the final spark has flickered long before dawn has begun,
And the acrid mizzle sprinkles then I’ll know my time is done.

When clouds subsume the ribbons shredded scarlet in my mind.
The jaded thoughts of lamentation all that’s left behind,
As the boy soprano soft subsides, my hymn of life is sung
White horses on the Bamburgh coast will know my time is done.

When the minor keys of requiems float sweetly in the dust
The book is finally closed and bound, my history left to rust.
From chapel bells at midnight, a solitary peal is rung
The fossil tombstones weeping there will tell my time is done.

When my race from ashes to ashes and from dust to dust is won,
Then you, not I, will know for certain that my time is done.

When my Time is Done

The Memory of You

Verse 1:
Am I dreaming
Did I see you just walk in the door
Did you look through the glass and smile at me
That grand smile you once made when our eyes met

Chorus 1:
The memories so clear hurt so dear
They ache in my head

Verse 2:
Did I see that face so grand 
The one that opens the gate 
With smile at me
Eyes that sparkle of life

Chorus 2:
The memories so clear hurt me so
They ache thorough out my body

Bridge:
Oh how life changes
As it moves forward
Love’s lost
Memories gained
Loves memories

Verse 3:
Oh how it’s all changed
Is my dream within a dream of the you I once knew

Chorus 3:
The memory of you is so clear
The pain is so real


Description:
This song is in 5/4 time.  I play a PRS GE Tremonti for the lead guitar parts.  I do all vocals.

The Memory Of You

I thinking about a new album concept called "The True Tree". This is one of the track I made for it. 
I used some of my PS skills for cloning my face into the original Dürer's picture.
The replication of this Dürer picture was hanging on the wall at my uncle's for a long time. The original one is in Dresden's gallery as I know. 
My uncle was a great family-tree researcher. One day he told me, this man on the picture is one of our ancestor: Hieronymus Holzschuher in 1526. When I grew up, I did further research on our family-tree and it turned out that this was not entirely true. Hieronymus was only the brother of our ancestor, he is not our direct root, just a side branch. But this talk with my uncle was one of my defining thought-provoking of my childhood and it lead me to research family-tree.
(My uncle never knew this fact, because he died before I found the true tree.) 
So this is a little personal, a bit crazy and maybe funny, but definitely entertaining (for me). 😎😘😜

I wish You a wonderful days!
Cheers from Budapest,
Lac

Back in Time

Hieronymus

Wishing all a wonderful year 2021  !!
With the very best
Steph

Happy New Year 2021 !

I wrote this song back in 2007, when this single girl lived above my condo. She called the cops on me 13 times over the year and a half that she lived there. The first time, I was just playing an acoustic guitar at 8pm on a Tuesday. She once complained to me that she could hear me talk on the telephone. Come on lady, I'm alive. The cops used to come over so often, we started recognizing each other. I offered them in for a beer on more than one occasion. One of them noticed my Les Paul and told me he had one at home just like it. She had me questioning my life choices on more than one occasion, but come on. Can't make everybody happy all the time...

Screw Up

Can’t feel free, can’t feel at ease
Can’t stop thinking that she can hear me breathe
I’m trapped in my home because she’s sitting all alone
Waiting patiently for the next time that I screw up

I’m such a Screw Up
Hey yeah yeah

I’ll turn it high, I’ll turn it low
I’ll even try to turn her stomping into Morris code
Every time I hear another knock on my door
I get a taste of fear that she can’t take it anymore

I’m such a Screw Up
Hey yeah yeah

Too late too late the cops have shown up again
Too late too late the cops have shown up again
Too late too late the cops have shown up again
If they didn’t have cuffs I would be calling them my friends

I’m such a Screw Up
Hey yeah yeah

Screw Up

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco
https://youtu.be/7fUSqOi-Upw

Memorable Dreams

Starstone

Born in México City in 1955, started playing at an early age. In Mexico, I played with bands like  "Atrás del Cosmos", "Queso Sagrado", " Broken Heart", "Decibel", "Bardo Thodol", "Kathmandu Ensemble", Silent Light. In New York City I played with Bands like, "King"s East", "In The Service Of", "Fist of Facts", "Desire", "Dense Undergrowth"," "Matahari", "Like Wow", "Devil's Breakfast", "Muse Mob", "Atlantis 3000", "Monster", "Zenith", "Andromeda Crash" "Night Shade", I also collaborated with Hector Zazou, Harold Budd, Elliott Levin, Dennis Charles, Tetsu Inoue, Bettina Koster. Barbara Gogan, Salvatore Principato, Ken Man, Scott Hartley, Thomas Truax and many others. For many years I also wrote Jingles for a lot of products like Coca-Cola, Pepsi, Mc Donalds, Toyota, Kodak, Payless Shoes, Rothman's, Salsa Tabasco, JC Penny, Liberty Science Center, American Heart Association, MCI, Reebok, AT&T, Fanta, Play Movil, etc, I also made music for Viacom writing music for cartoon networks, Bravo TV, Chanel 1, and MTV. Also wrote music for Bill Moyers (PBS)and also for Fax TV in Germany.