style qui te va bien, voix assuré, bonnne rythmique

This song was written by Tez (Llanpsych)some years ago, I believe. he wrote it about a Loki-like trickster character. Little did he realize at the time that it applies perfectly to AI, too. So, with that in mind, we added the high harmonies to my vocals to give them a robotic quality. 
  Tez is also playing that ripping guitar you hear throughout. Ken (K2 and the Three, K2 and the Four) came up with perfect rocking drums for it, too, as always. He also arranged and helped me sing the oohs and aahs throughout, too. You'll hear me on the bass, organ, and vocals on this one. This is really Tez's song, though. We hope you like it.

Hello World (The Transatlantic Trio)

ft. Sarah Paradise-Brown - a corking singer, a cracking songwriter and banned from Alton Towers for 'Bottom-gate'. You can check out some of her splendid music here:

https://soundcloud.com/sarah-kingswell

Ok...  I'm just having a pint after work, y'know, it's been a long day - it's me right.
Well, I see this very attractive woman: she doesn't look happy, mind, she looks sad.

Me? Well, I'm here on vacation. I'm just a country girl in the city, where there's lots of twits about. Well... not as many as you'd think actually. Ah, still, I was very lonely... and then I saw him, in a pub...
and so it began...

Well, everyone was still and now they dance around

It’s like the music is grooving through the fabric of the town
You look to me and the fire glows

The landlord laughs and everybody knows
A few words, a hello, a 'how-do-you-do'

You stupid bloody peasant and the words that you use
You know it’s not the vodka that’s burning in my veins
It’s the power of love igniting into flames

It’s like ghosts of lightning
Striking and drawing me near
It’s like ghosts of lightning
My heart beats louder than the thunder I hear

There’s you

And there’s you

And there’s me
There’s nobody else that I can see

All these years, I’ve waited for

You will complete me from this day

A man to lean on and adore

A look will do when words won’t say

I try to talk and for once my words
Come out my mouth and are clearly heard

I listen I laugh - you’re a goofy prick
I toss my hair as I feel us click

It’s like my life so far has been biding time
Til I meet you and my world begins to rhyme

I see all the colours that were hidden in haste
When I learned the pain of love laid waste

It’s like ghosts of lightning
Striking and drawing me near
It’s like ghosts of lightning
My heart beats louder than the thunder I hear

So, there’s you

And there’s you

And there’s me
There’s nobody else that I can see

All these years, I’ve waited for

You will complete me from this day

A love to protect and adore

A look will do when words can’t say

Do... you think ye mightn't fancy another?

Well, I suppose... but only if you're paying

Pub Love (ft. Sarah Paradise-Brown)

Compositeur, interpète : Chris Cost
Auteur : Claude Soulet
09/01/2021 @ Tous droits réservés
Release Mon Garçon - 06 20240223 152 Bpm 44.1 32bf 10.5LUFS

Lyrics " Mon garçon "

On dirait que tu voles
N'en perd pas la boussole

Si un jour tu ressens que ton cœur qui se balade
S'Il se met carrément à battre la chamade
Si tu as quelquefois le feu qui brule ton âme 
Que tu t’sens hors la loi, tout feu tout flamme

C'est que tu es touché, t'es plus dans la préface
Cupidon t'a fléché, le cœur à marée basse
Ne cherche pas plus loin l'amour a frappé à ta porte
Il va prendre tes mains et te passer les menottes

Oh mon garçon méfie - méfie toi
Méfie - méfie toi
Oh mon garçon oh oh
Cette fille n’est pas pour toi - méfie toi

Oh mon garçon méfie - méfie toi
Méfie - méfie toi
Oh mon garçon oh oh
Cette fille n’est pas pour toi - méfie toi

Quand tu r’sens l'amour et que tu sens ce voyage
Tes idées sont glamour et le cœur en partage
Quand tu t’sens des désirs parfois inavouables
Tu ne peux plus réfléchir, tout devient insaisissable

C'est que tu es touché, t'es plus dans la préface
Cupidon t'a fléché, le cœur à marée basse
Ne cherche pas plus loin l'amour a frappé à ta porte
Il va prendre tes mains et te passer les menottes

Ya pas que dans la chanson que court la maladie si belle
Mais méfie toi mon garçon elle peut être cruelle
Elle fait beaucoup de bien, on dirait que tu voles
Mais reste bien serein, n'en perd pas la boussole

Quand tu r’sens l'amour et que tu sens ce voyage
Tes idées sont glamour et le cœur en partage
Quand tu t’sens des désirs parfois inavouables
Tu ne peux plus réfléchir, tout devient insaisissable

C'est que tu es touché, t'es face à toi même
Cupidon t'a fléché, le cœur à marée basse
Ne cherche pas plus loin l'amour a frappé à ta porte
Il va prendre tes mains et te passer les menottes

On dirait qu’tu voles

Oh mon garçon méfie - méfie toi
N’en perd pas la boussole
Oh mon garçon oh oh
On dirait qu’tu t’envoles

Oh mon garçon méfie - méfie toi
N’en perd pas la boussole
Oh mon garçon oh oh
On dirait qu’tu t’envoles

Ya pas que dans la chanson que court la maladie si belle
Mais méfie toi mon garçon elle peut être cruelle
Elle fait beaucoup de bien, on dirait que tu voles
Mais reste bien serein, n'en perd pas la boussole

On dirait qu’tu voles

Oh mon garçon méfie - méfie toi
N’en perd pas la boussole
Oh mon garçon oh oh
On dirait qu’tu t’envoles

Oh mon garçon méfie - méfie toi
N’en perd pas la boussole
Oh mon garçon oh oh
On dirait qu’tu t’envoles

Mon garçon

Mon Garçon

Benjamin Dantès - Personne ne m'attend

Vocals / Lyrics: Barbara from @dietobis
Music, Guitars (LP, JM, Midtown), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Keys, Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender
Picture: AI CoPilot

https://open.spotify.com/track/3D9Zmakg91SB5SzokqUwBG

===== Lyrics =====

Está na hora de fugir
Está na hora de fazer a mala
Está na hora de partir
Está na hora de ir embora

Está na hora de saltar
de virar e nunca mais voltar
Está na hora de viver
de rir, dançar e beber

Chegou a hora!

Há anos que estamos juntos mas sozinhos nesta casa
Não se dá mais beijinho
O amor está sem brasa                                                               

Está na hora de correr
Está na hora de pintar o céu de cor-de-rosa
Está na hora de acordar
Está na hora de olhar, de olhos abertos

Está na hora de cheirar as flores
de sentir o sol na pele
Está na hora de beijar, de abraçar

Chegou a hora!

Há anos no mesmo comboio, na direção errada
O choque tão perto
Não se queria magoar, mas nós não aprendemos nada

Há anos no mar das chatices sem saber nadar
Lutando com ondas altas onde nos vamos afogar                    
Procurámos a saída, sem saber o caminho
Perdidos no dia a dia, a vida ficou tão fria!

Está na hora de fugir
para os Jardins de Éden, sem ti!
Está na hora de deixar a chuva
para trás, para trás, para trás, para trás

Está na hora de fugir, de fazer a mala
Está na hora de partir
Deixar os gritos para trás, para trás,
para trás, para trás, para trás, para trás

Chegou a hora, agora!

©Barbara & Bonetender 2024 All Rights Reserved

Hora Certa

Hora Certa (with Barbara)

“If you point one finger, there are three more pointing back at you”! Riffindots doesn’t necessarily tackle the political issues of today, but rather she turns them inward. “Filth Tank” recounts that in all of us is inner turmoil and ugliness and it must manifest itself into an exterior human form that we all abhor but we just can’t get enough! So now your parade float awaits you! 

A seething guitar intro ushers you and a different guitar takes over chiming throughout as if it’s reverberating over a vast lake. Once you’re in, you’ll realize that this track is anthemic.

Filth Tank

Let Go

Having a little fun with this instrumental experiment. Dont you worry ….just make sure to get out of the noise

Oh no..not me

Four walls 

talk to me 
tell me anything 
that you don’t want to see me 
even that, it will fit me

Look at me 
I got you some chocolates 
I know you used to love it 
Today I don’t know, I don’t know anymore 

Where are you? 
We die of your absence 
of this indifference
your mind dances
between these four walls

talk to me 
hear your voice again 
to finally feed hope 
one day we’ll see you again

Remember 
that you guided our steps 
you were our king 
how to do without you 
we don’t know anymore 

Where are you? 
We die of your absence 
for you nothing matters 
you live in silence 
between these four walls

Where are you? 
We die of your absence 
please take the hand 
that I hold out to you
if there is a chance 
then talk to me
even if it hurts
I need to know 
if you know it’s me 
who's standing here in front of you.

Quatre murs (translated)

10pm In Orem

"RED HOT KEYS COLLAB" by Marco Turrini https://soundcloud.com/demelia-denton/red-hot-keys-collab-see-description
☆I am a big fan of Marco Turrini. This work added my guitar to a wonderful sound made by Marco. With a really good sound source, I was inspired by the excellent guide he presented with the sound, and I was able to pour the phrase of the guitar into that sound source. I am sincerely thankful to Mr. Marco.　https://soundcloud.com/marco-seekx/tracks
☆The remix which made the keyboard played by Marco Turrini complete is in the URL below. Those who play the keyboard please listen to that version, too.He has added more hammond etc. You can listen to Marco's wonderful performances.
"RED HOT KEYS RE-MIX COLLAB MARCO & JUNZO"
https://soundcloud.com/demelia-denton/red-hot-keys-re-mix-collab-marco-junzo

key : Dm,Am

RED HOT KEYS (with Marco Turrini Band)

Une collaboration ? c'est possible ! Pour chanteur/chanteuse/Auteur/musicien/compositeur... qui souhaite s'essayer sur un de mes titres ou à la création d'un prochain, alors un message soundcloud, et/ou rendez-vous sur ma page Facebook et envoyez-moi un message privé sur Messenger.  

N'hésitez pas à me laisser vos commentaires, à liker et à partager.

Bonne écoute,
Chris.

Mon Garçon

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