Name: Migra by Carl Schonbeck
Duration: 2 min 12 s
Description: Classic styled Latin Rock instrumental track with a Santana feel featuring wailing guitar, heavy percussion, some warm Hammond organ and plenty of groove

Get That Train

Electric Dreams

Untamed

Soothing Slow Rock Ballade, inspired by the amazing music made back in 70´and 80'. Love can hurt and this track captures exactly that

Take Me

Crazy, To Want to Come Back, Again!
                                                 By Lynda Faye
I should be proud.....  to be on my own.
I should be  proud.  Now I'm alone.
When I think of all you gave me...
All  the pain over time and again,  
Makes me think I'd have to be crazy, to want to listen to you again.

(Two)
Now you should be proud....to see what you've done.
You should be proud, I was hurt...means that you've won.
When I think of all the times you hurt me, saying I was to blame,
Makes me think I'd have to be crazy, to want to come back , again.

(Three)
I should be proud...now that you've gone,
Now I can carry my head up high...when you're not around.
But when you find I really gave you more, than you could ever give me..
Will you be too proud and crazy, to want to come back....to me?

(Four)
You say you realize you hurt me...and you hope I'll understand,
 You know I'd have to be crazy, to want to listen to you, again;
You know I'd have to be crazy, to want to come back...again.
I GUESS I'M KIND OF CRAZY...I'm coming back...
Again!

Copyrighted 2016 by Lynda Faye
Bandcamp: "Friends, Love Songs and Heartaches"
Adriano Fontana: Arranger on Soundcloud (AdrianoFont@Gmail.com)

Crazy, to Want to Come Back, Again!

Ninety nine air balloons
When the lies come raining down

like every dry season comes the massoon
All the ugly will perish, the truth will wear the crown

Ninety nine air balloons
The earth will be flat(once again) 
and ships will be crashing down(no more crazy captains)

No one on the helm a cruise to no mans land
No more control, no more rules to bend

Ninety nine air balloons
Your burden is lifted
This curse, on this earth, shifted(Hold on my dear)

Ninety nine air balloons
When the lies come raining down

like every dry season comes the massoon
All the ugly will perish, the truth will wear the crown

Ninety nine air balloons
So many beautiful colors but colorless
Like music it doesn't discriminate

Ninety nine air balloons
No more borders only free states.

A small nod to the song 
Nena 99 Luftballons (1983)

Lyrics by Amarya Illude

99 Air Balloons

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(Verse 1)
Well, these boots have seen some dusty trails,
Kicked up the dirt, and outrun my fails.
They’ve walked through storms, through fire and rain,
They’ve carried my heart through a world of pain.
But you’re lookin’ down like they tell my truth,
Don’t judge the man by his dirty old boots.
His look at my dirty old boots.
(Chorus)
Don’t look at my dirty old boots, look at me, babe,
I’m more than the miles that I’ve walked away.
There’s a story in these eyes if you take a chance,
I ain’t perfect, but I’m worth a dance.
So don’t look at my dirty old boots, look at me, babe.
(Verse 2)
These boots have stumbled, but they’ve never quit,
They’ve stood their ground when the world threw its shit.
They’ve climbed the peaks and sunk in the sand,
But they don’t hold the softness of a working man’s hand.
So if you’re searchin’ for my heart’s truth,
It ain’t hidden down in my dirty old boots.
(Chorus)
Don’t look at my dirty old boots, look at me, babe,
I’m more than the dust that the wind has laid.
There’s a fire in my soul if you take a peek,
I’m a little worn out, but I ain’t weak.
So don’t look at my dirty old boots, look at me, babe.

(Bridge)
Every scuff, every crack, every tear in the leather,
Is a road I’ve walked through stormy weather.
But the man who wears ‘em is standin’ tall,
And ready to give you his heart and all.
(Chorus)
Don’t look at my dirty old boots, look at me, babe,
I’m more than the paths that I’ve had to pave.
There’s a love in my chest that’s strong and true,
I’ll give it all, every piece to you.
So don’t look at my dirty old boots, look at me, babe.
(Outro)
Someday these boots will wear out and die,
But the man who wore ‘em will still stand by.
So take my hand, let me prove my truth,
Don’t look at my dirty old boots, look at me, babe.

Don't Look at My Dirty Old Boots

Too late for a new era 
Too late for a new era 💥💥💥⚘💥💥💥❤⭐

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Classic styled Latin Rock instrumental track with a Santana feel featuring wailing guitar, heavy percussion, some warm Hammond organ and plenty of groove

Migra

My name is Carl Schonbeck and I love Blues & Classic Rock as well as Jazz, Soul and good Country. I'm originally from Boston MA but I've made Milan Italy home for many years. I home record with Cubase 5 and various plugins and I love being able to record my songs and get them here and other places on the web. Hope you enjoy what I'm doing and to hear from you.

Migra

Carl Schonbeck

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