Noite di Sodadi é uma balada cola-zouk crua e intensa, nascida das ruas de Bissau. Com letras em crioulo e português, ela conta a história de uma única noite mágica — um encontro fugaz entre dois corpos que dançaram como se o tempo tivesse parado. A melodia suave e melancólica acompanha um vocal cheio de saudade, enquanto sons de fundo como motas e vozes de rua criam uma atmosfera real e íntima.
É uma homenagem ao amor passageiro, à memória que nunca morre, e à beleza escondida nas esquinas da cidade.

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Noite di Sodadi is a raw and emotional cola-zouk ballad straight from the streets of Bissau. Sung in Crioulo and Portuguese, it tells the story of one unforgettable night — a fleeting encounter between two souls who danced as if time stood still. The soft, nostalgic melody blends with heartfelt vocals, while background sounds like motorbikes and street voices give it a real, intimate feel.
It's a tribute to fleeting love, undying memory, and the beauty hidden in the corners of the city.


Noite di Sodadi

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A haunting blend of ethereal beauty and raw power, Wired Souls fuse ghostly alt-rock melodies 🌫️🎸 with metalcore muscle 💥. Saoirse’s Irish voice drifts from aching whispers to wildfire screams 🔥🍀, wrapped in candlelit sorrow and sweeping choir harmonies 🕯️🎶. Anabolic Stereo brings the crush — a growl that rips through stone ⛓️💀. It’s grace and grit. Poetry and punishment. Dreamlike… until it breaks you.⚡

Ashes in Bloom (Wired Souls featuring Anabolic Stereo)

Nordstjerne (John Stone)

Tiden kom og tiden går,
Jeg venter på en sørlig vind,
Ta meg over iskalde hav,
å finn min nordstjerne.

Selv om monstre leker under 
Med farer rundt omkring,
Jeg vil aldri endre kursen ,
Mot min nordstjerne.

Oy Oy O hiv ahoy
Stjernene vil lede meg
Oy Oy O hiv ahoy
du er min nordstjerne.

Du kunne klatre høyeste bakken,
Nå opp til himmelen,
Hold fakkelen der for meg,
Og tenn opp min nordstjerne.

Oy Oy 

Ta med tøy for seilene,
Eik for å fikse staven,
Et styrebord for å styre skipet,
For å nå min nordstjerne.

Jeg skal gi deg sølvet,
Jeg vil gi deg gull,
Vandredager vill bli over,
Når du er min nordstjerne.

Oy Oy ..

Translation
Time has come and time has passed,
I wait for a southern wind,
To take me across icy seas,
To find my northern star.

Though monsters play beneath,
With dangers all around,
I will never change course,
Towards my northern star.

You could climb the highest hill,
And reach up to the sky,
Hold the torch there for me,
And light my northern star.

Bring cloth for the sails,
Oak to fix the mast,
A steering board to steer the ship,
To reach my northern star.

I will give you silver,
I will give you  gold,
My wandering days are now over,
And you my northern star.



Nordstjerne

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Cancer is a word, not a sentence.”
― John Diamond: Journalist and commentator

A song inspired by a phrase that popped out of my oldest granddaughter's mouth, and which subsequently became the title; and by the recent death of an old school friend. He is the first of that particular group of friends to pass away, which no doubt forces those friends still alive to face up to their own mortality. This is my response . . .

Lyrics:
I hear her weeping when she thinks that I am fast asleep
That’s when I know she’s hurting, although it’s hidden deep
In some ways I’m better off than her as drugs, drugs can mask my pain
You see, I’m like a long-running TV show they won’t renew again
I heard somewhere there’s many ways to live within a tragedy
I’m praying to whatever god there is, it’s not some fallacy

I’ve never been called sexy, no one’s ever said I’m cool
I’ve always been the shortest; to be accepted, sometimes I’d play the fool
I remember us lads, drinking pint after pint, way back, way back in our youthful days
I love to reminisce with you and laugh at our wild & drunken ways
The wife is calling out to me that I should really, really try to eat
I swallow some, but all I taste is metal … and defeat

It’s been so long since we spoke to each other, I wish, I wish that I could stay
I’d love to reminisce with you & laugh at those crazy, long-gone days
But I can barely speak right now, I’m bombed out up to the eyes
So, phone me back tomorrow, just hope I’m still alive!
credits

from One Singer Left to Mourn, track released May 31, 2025
Music, lyrics & vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass; keyboards; percussion: Sergio Aguilar
Bugle: Franklyn Brooks
Production, musical arrangement, mixing & mastering: Sergio Aguilar
Cover design: Michael Sellers
Track cover photo: Image by Roman Ska from Pexels

One Singer Left to Mourn

The Taste of Metal & Defeat

A simple life for me

“DEDICATO A TUTTE LE DONNE”

Il paradiso

dicono che non esiste il paradiso
perché non conoscono e non sanno del tuo sorriso
dicono che in questo mondo non c’è più amore
perché non conoscono e non sanno di  te

hai riempito e riscaldato le mie stanze vuote e spente
sei riuscita a dargli luce hai colmato anche il mio cuore

alberi infiniti protèsi fino a toccare il cielo
formano un sentiero che porta  al nostro desiderio

pura onnipotenza tu mi streghi con la tua danza
e non posso più farne a meno di starne senza
vivere insieme a te senza dubbio un altra vita
vivere insieme a te senza spine la mia rosa

sei la cosa più bella che il creato possa avere
sei la donna più bella che un uomo possa amare
vivere insieme a te senza dubbio un altra vita
vivere insieme a te senza spine la mia rosa

e non voglio che si dica  non esiste il paradiso
io si l'ho trovato ed è stampato  sul tuo viso

mi hai steso come un pugno quasi con violenza
con indosso solo quella sottoveste bianca
hai illuminato la speranza hai colorato l'esistenza
hai reso immacolata  hai lavato la mia coscienza 

tu sei un essere speciale forse un po innaturale
e non posso più farne a meno di stare senza te
sei il sogno più intrigante che si possa fare
sei la donna più preziosa che si possa amare

vivere insieme a te senza dubbio un altra vita
vivere insieme a te senza spine la mia rosa
Vivere insieme a te
Vivere insieme a te
É vivere

dicono che non esiste il paradiso
perché non conoscono e non sanno del tuo sorriso
dicono che in questo mondo non c'é più  amore perché non conoscono e non sanno di te.

Il paradiso

Sin Ley

Hiding from Grandma 2. Frank & Hilma

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Berlin'in Ortasinda

My goal is to be the first real international artist. I compose and create songs in all languages, style and around the local culture! You want to see your Country/Language represented? Dm me!

Mon objectif est de devenir le premier vrai artiste international. Je compose et crée des chansons dans toutes les langues, tous les styles et adaptées à toutes les cultures locales ! Vous voulez voir votre pays/langue représenté ? Envoyez-moi un message !

Mi objetivo es ser el primer verdadero artista internacional. ¡Compongo y creo canciones en todos los idiomas, estilos y adaptadas a las culturas locales! ¿Quieres ver a tu país/idioma representado? ¡Envíame un mensaje!

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