Me parece que me perdi esta, tremendo trabajo amigo, abrazo !

una composizione divertente e interessante!! Ottima fusione!! La adoro totalmente!!

So great to listen to. Wonderful array of instruments dancing melodically.

Your track just sent me on a sensual vacation! EARGASM! major! ;) 😻🔥🔥🔥🔥♾❣💓 You sure know how to blow your horn! WOW!  The vocals & percussion made me weak in the knees! ;)  Mega delicioso!  HONEY, I'm home...Take me, already! LOL>> You inspire thoughts! ;)

Great elements in this; all meld together perfectly 🙏🔥🙏

Very unique and original song. A real nice listen 👌💯

The Latest songs from some fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

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Starting Terminus - RUIZZO's Point Of View (Piano by Fivos Valachis)

NEAR FUTURE LADY 〔Lyrics TERA〕

Get ready for this fabulous adventure !! My 4th work with Joao, inspiring as always !!!

https://soundcloud.com/jowwwafi: instrumental themes and arrangement, percussion, bass, guitars, synths..., production.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, guitars, synths, added sounds, production.
Intro/Outro: traditional music from Congo Republic. Picture: AI.

Translated lyrics (a funny-epic poem when I was 15):

Cacique manda: “¡Ir a cazar!”  /  Chieftain says, "Go hunting!"
Mondongo Gwanda pronto marchar.  /  Mondongo Gwanda soon leave.
Él ha bebido vino y gazpacho;  /  He has drunk wine and gazpacho;
torre ha subido todo borracho.  /  tower has climbed all inebriated.

Gran cazador, Mondongo corre  /  Great hunter, Mondongo runs
ojo avizor desde la torre.  /  watchful eye from the tower.
Cree haber visto una gacela.  /  He thinks he saw a gazelle.
“No me resisto, voy a cogerla.”  /  "I can’t resist, I’ll catch it."

Lleva su lanza, lleva su flecha,  /  He carries his spear, he carries his arrow,
pronto la alcanza y encima se echa.  /  he soon reaches for it, and jumps over.
Su colocón le trae de cabeza,  /  His drunkenness gets him in trouble,
¡el tío torpón falla la pieza!  /  the clumsy guy fails the prey!

 “¡Jopeng!” Exclama Mondongo, duro,  /  "Dang it!" exclaims Mondongo, tough,
enciende llama porque está oscuro.  /  he lights fire because it’s dark.
 “¡Cagonla!” Grita desesperado.  /  "Bullshit!" he screams desperately.
Ya la monita se le ha pasado.  /  The hangover is over already.

Sobrio, Mondongo no se calló,  /  Sober, Mondongo didn’t shut up,
dijo: “En el Congo soy yo el mejor.”  /  he said: "In the Congo I am the best."
Fue lanza en mano tras el animal,  /  He went spear in hand after the animal,
bajo un manzano fuelo a encontrar.  /  under an apple tree he got to find it.

Comiendo estaba tranquilamente,  /  It was eating calmly,
Gwanda acercábase lentamente.  /  Gwanda approached slowly.
Ya que la vio le tiró fuerte;  /  Once he saw it, speared it hard;
tanto la hirió, le dio la muerte.  /  he hurt it so much, caused its death.

Mondongo salta, vuelve al poblado,  /  Mondongo jumps, returns to the village,
alegre canta: “Ya la he cazado”.  /  happy he sings: "I’ve already hunted it".
Mondongo Gwanda llega a casita.  /  Mondongo Gwanda arrives home.
Cacique aguarda, le felicita.  /  Chieftain awaits, congratulates him.

MONDONGO GWANDA (with Jowwwafi)

Damage
============

Once again I was lucky to coincide with Peter in a new musical project.

I had a draft project for the end of the year, but everything was precipitated by an accident.

The things that we take for granted, those that include our automatic pilot of life, or as Peter wonderfully defines in the publication of this same song on his page, simply stop working and go into manual mode. There our clumsiness seems to increase with the fear of making a mistake and its consequences.

I must thank Peter for his wonderful lyrics, and for his beautiful and enveloping message that, through music, can travel hundreds or thousands of kilometers to arrive as a message of help to whoever needs it... in this case, to myself.

Listen to this same version and rate it, if you like it, also on your page.

https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/damage

To listen to more music from my friend and collaborator.

https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040

Lyrics.

Damage

Smack out of the blue
Right out of nowhere, knocked out of true
Time to re-adjust
The confidence I used to trust.
I'm seeking damage limitation
In healing rehabilitation.
Fix the pieces back in place
Reassemble my time and space

Tripped out of the norm
Try to stay planted throughout this storm
I'm slowly climbing back
Step by step, get back on track.
I'm seeking damage mitigation
In healing rehabilitation.
The mental plastic surgeon's knife
Repairs the fabric of my life.

Looking good from here
Banished all the doubts and fears
I'm back in full control
Stronger still I'm ready to roll.
Completed damage restoration
Through healing rehabilitation
With family love I'm on my way
Looking forward day by day.


Sing and lyrics by Peter.

DAW. Music Studio2

14 Tracks Native instruments MS2 and forum Xewton 
2 Tracks Korg IM
2 Tracks Flowtones
1 Track XPad 
1 Track Digital D1
2 Tracks FM Player 2

Thank you for your listening and comments.

Paco.

Damage (Peter&Midisound)

words and music K. Gennery
For Lauren.

one step at a time moves you a little closer
to the white winning line not so far for you to go now

were willing you on to break the tape
smash the record experience the roar of the crowd
enjoy the occasion embrace the adulation

whether a babies crawl or a giants stride
 doesnt matter which you take
when the destinations happiness
make sure you get there in the end

i could feel it as we talked see it in those beautiful blue eyes
you have so much to give all to live for
no more suffering raise your own family
go travel the world
this dedication is a celebration of life
this dedication is a celebration of life

One step at a time

one step at a time

The tragic tale of a foreign girl forced into prostitution in England during the First World War, and the terrible fate that awaited so many of the soldiers. Many, many thanks to Ale Destiny for her poignant and plaintive vocal. You can hear her latest song "Vincent" here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfa7jjZoK0U&list=OLAK5uy_kwTdpzKWQbJ5Xm05Ok3ulGPmfAm_xv7s8

“Many home-front brothels served an increased number of clients following the war’s outset owing to the influx of men in arms preparing to go into the field.”
- Journey Steward (International Encyclopedia of the First World War)

Slang used in the song:
Dose: (in this case) a venereal infection
Dough: money
Slut: term for a person, usually a woman or girl, who is sexually promiscuous or considered to have loose sexual morals. It dates from the late 14th century in Geoffrey Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, although ironically he was describing a man!
Squaddies: soldiers
The clap: gonorrhea (The narrator in this song gets gonorrhea, or the clap, which was rampant at the time because so many soldiers were catching it from the prostitutes operating near the front. Many of those soldiers, believe it or not, were still virgins and didn't want to die without experiencing sex)
Whore: prostitute

Lyrics
There’s many a squaddie comes visiting
From the barracks up the road
And they all, if they pay, get a welcome
And a rest from a soldier’s load
They’ll be fighting for King and country
And be paid with a grisly end
So, the least we can do is to hold them
To be, for a while, their friend
To be, for a while, to be, for a while
To be, for a while, their friend

Ah me, I was born in a Catholic land
I’ve no love for you Protestant lads!
But I got put in the family way
And reviled as sinful and bad
I’m in England now, a whore for sure
But I dance and I sing and I play
And the squaddies laugh so innocently
As night gives way to the day
As night gives way to
as night gives way to
As night gives way to the day

I fell in love with an Irish boy
No more tender a lad you could meet
He was set to ask me to marry
But was lost in some bloody retreat
I’m carrying his child in my belly
But it’s whoring that brings in the dough
I’m to visit some witch in an alley
To make sure that there’s nothing to show
Make sure that there’s nothing,
Make sure that there’s nothing
Make sure that there’s nothing to show

The doctor says that I got the clap
A soldier, I’ll bet, from the front
The sluts down there do a roaring trade
Death so close, that they bear the brunt
Of virgins wanting a taste of the flesh
‘fore their bodies are ripped to shreds
And if they survive, return with their dose
To pass on in the heat of our beds
Pass on in the heat, pass on in the heat
To pass on in the heat of our beds

Yes, many a squaddie comes visiting
And will do for some time to come
But will there be any lads left alive
To march to the military drum
Yes, soldiers are welcome, one and all
And will be for some time to come
But where are all of the marrying types
To save us from our whoredom
To save us from our, to save us from our …
To save us from our whoredom

From One Singer Left to Mourn; track released August 11, 2023
Music: Michael Sellers; Sergio Aguilar
Lyrics: Michael Sellers
Lead Vocal: Ale Destiny
Backing Vocals: Alejandro Hidalgo & Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass, piano, percussion; musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Cover photo: Photo by The British Library on Unsplash, combined with a photo provided by Loretta Sellers
Cover design: Michael Sellers; Loretta Sellers Fortuny

One Singer Left to Mourn

Soldiers Welcome!

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Soldiers Welcome! 5 Stars; Highly Commended Entry; UK Songwriting Contest, 2023

踊り明かそう

@juswel: Original Bed composition, bass, drums and guitars
@elephantpr: Vocals, lyrics and Backing vocals
@gotchi Orchestration and Horn Section
Concept, production and Mix by conover
© 2018 Conover/Labarca/Welin
Mastered at Abbey Road Studio by Alex Gordon
www.abbeyroad.com/engineer/alex-gordon
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Hazy mornings with you
Everything’s gone downhill

We’ll cruise through the stars
Just making up together
This beautiful collision

I know you know I’d do anything
Cause you care and I do
You and I so beautifully collide
This beautiful collision
This beautiful collision

Just a last time then I’ll disappear
All of our tainted years

We’ll cruise through the stars
Just making up together
This beautiful collision

I know you know I’d do anything
You care and I do
You and I so beautifully collide
This beautiful collision
This beautiful collision
This beautiful collision
This beautiful collision

Mastered at Abbey Road Studio by Alex Gordon
www.abbeyroad.com/engineer/alex-gordon

The Conover

Beautiful Collision Conover/Labarca/Welin/Gotchi

The Valuable Friends:

@rick-4-1 - Refuge Drums
@janinelevinson - Haven Vocals
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Asylum Stuff

SANCTUARY

I want you
I think I see you everywhere
We want love
We want to see love everywhere
 
Under the sway of thy gentle wings
All the world comes together
 
Old friends, no more these sounds! 
Let us sing more cheerful songs 
More full of joy! 
More full of joy!
Joy, bright spark of divinity, daughter of Elysium 
Fire-inspired we tread thy Sanctuary 
Sanctuary…

Joy!

I want you
I think I see you everywhere
We want love
We want to see love everywhere

Under the sway of thy gentle wings
All the world comes together
 
All you millions, I embrace you 
Well this kiss is for all the world
And you millions, oh I embrace you all
This kiss is for everyone 
All the world…

© Aug 2023 Phil McWalter

Lyrics and music inspired by Friedrich von Schiller's (1759-1805) poem: "A die Freude" [Which also appears in the choral fourth movement of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.]

Image: The Sanctuary, Avebury, Wiltshire UK. Dates from 2,500BC

"For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought."
from 'The Faerie Queene' Edmund Spenser 1552-1599

Sanctuary

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composed & produced by: Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2023
Photographer: Alex Fu

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BIRD (FLY TO FREEDOM)

Imagine you're stuck with your blues buddies in a Texan desert with nothing but empty cans of oil, a guitar and a blues harp. While the sun is slowly melting your brain, you jam polyrhythm on trash cans and end up with instrumental blues rock. Something you'd never do when you're of sound mind. Are you ready for the Western showdown?

This song is part of the album "Quarterlife Blues" that can be downloaded on Bandcamp. 
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/quarterlife-blues

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, programming, production
Mark Koschwitz: harmonica, solo

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/mark-p-koschwitz

Quarterlife Blues

High Noon

When that title slipped into my mind it was all go and the early verse work felt bluesy with certainly blue notes to sing. The chorus wrote itself around the title with jazz chords. Changing key to the variation was natural enough but quite a long journey back to the verse again.

Art in her Bones

Out on the left - she’s made it her home
Some think she’s weird – and likely getting’ stoned alone
But I’m on the hook - just reel me in
It’s the art in her bones - that makes her what she seems to be
The art in her bones - makes a thrill inside of me 

Sometimes at night- she wakes from a dream
She runs to her paint – got to liberate that scene
Then after an hour - she’s layin’ back down
It’s the art in her bones . . .

She don’t deal with accounts and rates and supermarkets
She’s driftin’ through hazy lanes and blocks of colour
And something someone said three nights ago
She put that friend in embargo
Gotta work it through on canvas - then they’ll thaw in a tryst

They’ll work it out – those ladies of rhyme
They just need the moon – to tell them when the time is right
And me I can wait – for that special night

When she gives she’s layin over us 
Starlight curves across her body real – we’re playin’ seals
Lazy floppy as the sunlight grows
We talk of us as forever – and after that still together
Neath the door’s a gentle zephyr

Hey let us rise – it’s quarter to one
In the café - love our whacky talkie fun
The way she sees things – my soul it just sings

ART IN HER BONES

FEEL UP
Vocals and Synths : GHOSTHACK
www.Ghosthack.de
Mix, Arrangement and Production: Lillithe

FEEL UP

Thank you for listening!
Piano, real bass guitar, artificial acoustic guitar (keyboards), percussion is just one stick, one cymbal.
This is a remake and improvement of my original song entitled "You Are All That I See" from about a year prior https://on.soundcloud.com/TBKWW
 
Giornata Piovosa a Pescara - Rainy Day In Pescara

Submit the willow
To the path
The field embraces
A subtle laugh
The grey cries on the barley

To fit the gaze
And not to have
The old grey heron
enjoys his bath
She stares outside the window

The rain
It releases me
Of all my cares
So near to me

Italian...
Invia il salice
Al sentiero
Il campo abbraccia
Una risata sottile
Il grigio piange sull'orzo

Per adattarsi allo sguardo
E non avere
Il vecchio airone cenerino
si gode il bagno
Lei guarda fuori dalla finestra

La pioggia
Mi libera
Di tutte le mie preoccupazioni
Così vicino a me

Giornata Piovosa a Pescara - Rainy Day In Pescara

'WATCHING YOU'
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick, Copyright 2016/2020
Mastered by Andrew Borderick

MAKE PEACE WITH EVERYONE
DON'T FORGET TO FEED THE ANIMALS
WE MAKE THIS LIFE WE'RE IN
TAKE YOUR TIME IT SHOULD BE ONLY THEM / ONLY THEM

MAKE ALL YOUR QUESTIONS FAST
DAYDREAMS WILL WAKE UP IN THE PAST
SOME SEE THE ANSWERS IN LOVE
MAKE PEACE THE HIGHEST THING ABOVE / THING ABOVE

I'M WATCHING YOU
ARE YOU FEELING ALIVE
I'M WATCHING YOU A'INT NO SURPRISE

WE CAN FEEL THE CHANGING SKY'S
THE GREED OF LIFE IT'S NO SURPRISE
IT'S A WORLD WORTH IT'S WEIGHT IN GOLD
ONCE IT'S TAKEN AWAY YOU KNOW IT'S GONE / IT'S ALL GONE

I'M WATCHING YOU
ARE YOU FEELING ALIVE
I'M WATCHING YOU A'INT NO SURPRISE

(break)

I'M WATCHING YOU
ARE YOU FEELING ALIVE
I'M WATCHING YOU A'INT NO SURPRISE

I'M WATCHING YOU
ARE YOU FEELING ALIVE
I'M WATCHING YOU A'INT NO SURPRISE

Timeline

WATCHING YOU

I started with music in the 60s. I was part of several bands.
While my blood boiled to the rhythm of the best Rock & Roll, a tsunami called The Beatles came from Liverpool. That tide lasted twenty years during which the best musicians of the 20th century appeared.
I was there !!!
In the mid-seventies I completely abandoned music. I didn't play a single note for the next fifty years. And now, a little older, I play music in my studio again with more enthusiasm than ever. I think I never should have left it... It gives me life.....
Thank you all, friends, for taking part of your precious time to listen to my humble noises...

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