This reminds me of a band from 1980's Niagara Falls Canada - honeymoon suite

interesting vocal style - reminiscent of Devo

Singer/songwriter David Husted's much anticipated 2nd solo CD, "In the Dust of this Planet", offers a compelling collection of musical images and a rich, deep listening experience. Intricately produced, modern rock,  intertwined with powerful lyrics.

This album contains songs with listenable, smart and twisting lyrics. His sound proves time and time again to be immediate, innovative and involved.  He adds all the right ingredients.  His latest album is no exception.  

"Building up more neural binds, rushing forward losing time
Upon the tendrils of my sparring fickle mind
May I glow inside your happiness"......

" Our Judgement lines up on the wrong streets
Dodging flying rocks and other credibilities
Blind poverty pilfering treats
Ranks of talking heads salivate on the fiery scene".......

"If you feel that close in cloy give me a shout
How bout that high bye loud as you run out?
can you see across the vast?
muddy puddle pocketful of doubt?"......

In the Dust of this Planet

Lyrics, instrumental, Vocal performance, Sounds, mix, master Written and performed by - The Mysterious Decibel

Lyrics:

If the past could eat I'd be it's first course
Theres something on my mind
single digit cravings twisted by design
If you could fly me to fly me to the stars I'd knock them down
The swollen toes of the floating bill back to the ground
We are just the kid who let our balloon slip
Watching it all rise as these burgers flip
We are still down here
Waiting for your descent
We are still down here
But waiting piles on torment
Simple as it was
Good things never last
As Simple as it was
Good things never last
We stand here and wave down at half mast
For succulence in simplicity that's all we ever need


Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye goodbye goodbye dollar menu

Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye goodbye goodbye dollar menu

Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye dollar menu
Goodbye goodbye goodbye dollar menu

Goodbye dollar menu
This drive thru just doesn't hit right anymore

Goodbye Dollar Menu

Good old rock n roll featuring the ladies.

Bump!

Copyright 2024 Joe Stroffolino

I hold my cards close to my vest
Don’t like to share my political views. 
There’s people out there who poke at me and try to light my fuse
They say we’re in a downward spiral, the world’s spinning out of control
They try to get me fired up, pull me down their rabbit hole

I roll with the punches; I try to do the best I can
The world’s a complicated place and I’m just a simple man
But one thing that I’m a hundred percent certain about
I’m sick and tired all these angry people who like to scream and shout

They say one guys goanna drive us off the cliff, the other one's goanna lead us to the promised land.
And there’s books I have no desire to read, that they say should be banned.
They say it’s bad to be woke, but I’m not even sure what that means
And the reason I’m living paycheck to paycheck is because we have too many drag queens.

I roll with the punches; I try to do the best I can
The world’s a complicated place and I’m just a simple man

All these people trying to shove their views down my throat
I wish I could dig a virtual moat
Encircle myself and live in a cone of silence, that would be nice
I’m not interested in joining a cult
I wish that I had a catapult
So I could take all that stuff they’ve been shoveling and throw it back at them. That would be great.

It took a long time for us to get into this mess
And if you say you have a simple fix
I suspect it’s probably just a bunch of smoke and mirror tricks
Politics is the new religion
But unlike belief in heaven and hell
You don’t need to die to find out if your choices turn out well

Roll With The Punches (9-22 updated vocals)

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A new bossa nova tune for a summer that's slipping away too fast .......

Ordinary Daydreams

Beautiful

Firstly I would like to say, all those suffering with Psoriatic arthritis .. I TOTALLY GET IT !!!!  I had my first flare up a few months back and it stopped me dead in my tracks !!!! . I could'nt open a tin of beans never mind play anything. Luckily I got my shot (which made me feel like I was 20 again) which lasted long enough for the medication to kick in and now things seem to have calmed down a great deal. fingers crossed !!!
I started tracking this one about 4 months ago but never got it finished. FINALLY its finished I hope you all enjoy it. Just somthing easy going to get started again.

Once again thank you to all for all your great support.

Music,composition,arrangement,mix and production :- Pablo

The Enchanted Lake

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Fender Electric Bass. Gibson SG Electric Guitar Rhythm. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm. Drums Full kit set. Percussion Cowbell, Scratch, Ago go bells. Bongos.

Kicking it

Fling

the power of love...life...feelings and soul

Love And Living

A peculiar peace invades the heart when we do the right thing.

Uma estranha paz invade o coração
quando se faz o bem.
Sou bem capaz de amar o bem
só pela paz que ao mundo vem
quando Deus entorna o céu.

E, se eu chegar ao céu, serei um rio de Deus
para dar de beber aos filhos meus.
E, se eu chegar ao céu, em rio me irei tornar
para ver os meus filhos navegar.

O amor é luz, não se apaga.
Brilha para sempre no tempo.
Enche de paz a minha alma.
Onde há amor não há medo.

Uma Estranha Paz

I started writing this in the seventies and first recorded it in the eighties. Finally decided to give it a new try. Just piano and vocals, with a touch of acoustic guitar, accordeon, and a few percussions.

Assenta os dois pés na beira do abismo.
Enfrenta o mar. Resiste ao vento.
Não caias. Não temas.
Para quê nervosismo?
Despreza a vertigem. Respira o momento.
Não olhes para terra.
Verás a origem de tanta aventura,
de tanto lamento,
do patriotismo.
Verás desse monte os mastros desertos
que crescem e murcham no longe horizonte
com os braços abertos.
Cada barco carrega uma cruz
constrói um caminho no mar-labirinto de ventos incertos
e estradas de luz.

Os mastros por vezes dão frutos
e trazem notícias, saudades,
carícias de vagas fatais
que inventaram delícias
para os cascos cansados que dormem no cais.

E quando uma voz chamar na distância
verás a sereia, o ouro, a ganância.
Cairás com um grito.
Verás nessa altura que a pátria é um mito.
Só existe a vontade, a aventura, a ilusão.
Só existe a saudade que levas contigo
como um porto de abrigo no teu coração.

A saudade vai
no teu coração
como um porto de abrigo.

The Google translator produced a nice English translation:

Place both feet on the edge of the abyss.
Face the sea. Resist the wind.
Don't fall. Don't be afraid.
Why be nervous?
Ignore vertigo. Breathe in the moment.
Don't look at land.
You will see the origin of so much adventure,
of so much lamentation,
of patriotism.

From that mountain you will see the deserted masts
that grow and wither on the distant horizon
with open arms.
Each boat carries a cross
and builds a path in the labyrinthine sea of ​​uncertain winds
and roads of light.

The masts sometimes bear fruit
and bring news, memories,
caresses of fatal waves
that invented delights
for the tired hulls that sleep on the dock.

And when a voice calls in the distance
you will see the mermaid, the gold, the greed.
You will fall with a scream.
At that moment you will see that the homeland is a myth.
There is only the desire, the adventure, the illusion.
There is only the longing that you carry with you
like a safe haven in your heart.

Longing goes
in your heart
like a safe haven.

Porto De Abrigo

Does anyone remember a game called “Clue”?  Here comes a totally new version of the game.

Number five in the queue: Ms. Scarlett

Have a Fantastic Day and thanks for giving this one a spin!!

the mansion

Ms. Scarlett

This song is called “The Un-Describable You”

“Along magic streets. Words I wish I said. Receding shadows; Those beautiful hours with you; With you; With You”.

Thank You for listening.

the pier

The Undescribable You

The Lyrics speak for themselves.........

DON QUIXOTE 

I’m a welter weight refusing to go down 
Aversions left hook trying to knock me out 
mind’s a pummeled , tunneled 
marsh-mellow with no clues 

Dave’s a nomad, oh Hell Yes 
Well, maybe, I don’t know, but perhaps 
Hot and brooding rascal 
never ever willing to be found 

If you feel that close in cloy give me a shout 
How bout that high bye loud as you run out? 
can you see across the vast? 
muddy puddle pocketful of doubt 

chorus 
D B7 Em7 C7 
Aftershock of Happiness 
Groundless ground of Don Quixote 

Maybe after the earth quakes 
He’ll pick up your pieces 
Maybe his smile is for you 

Got to love that crazy 
Reveling pilgrim 
Groundless ground of Don Quixote 

V2 
Don’t wanna be another corporate ass 
with a smoked filled mouth of cinderblock and ash 
Never truly hated, but barely tolerated 
SuperMan 

I like a mustard, hot sauce coleslaw sandwich 
Writing poems in pajamas about life’s twisted origami 
and maybe next life while I’m curled up in her belly 
I’ll choose to be a beach bum guru rockabilly 

or perhaps I’ll be a Martian MacGyver 
or Vulnerable Lama, staring at the Kama 
dashed across the rocks 
Insignificant as God

la mancha

Don Quixote

A deep bow of respect to that universal theme called “Love”.

the village

You Wear Everything Well

Inside my house of mirrors 
I come into view when I’m looking at you 
I’m not so far gone I can’t remember what’s true 

Spinning dervish in the heat, smile the smile of underneath 
Conversing with your mystery when no one else is listening 
Stuck so deep this sweet love weeps 

Yet in-between something new is whispering 
There’s nothing left that I can bring 

Are you listening? Yes, I’m listening 
Stuck on a Velcro wall of memories 
You stripped me down, 

And took away my in-completes 
Then curled around me tenderly 

You’re worth everything, you’re worth everything 
And if I’m crazy; SO BE IT! 
‘Cause you turned to me, yes, you turned to me 

************************************************* 

Through long forgets and tired fights 
Solace flashes across the sky 

This world’s silent naked brilliance, her legs, her hips, her valleys 
More than a painted picture in a gallery 
That place where waves kiss, against my worthiness 

Where all of my anxieties swarm 
And fear insists on switching forms 

Building up more neural binds, rushing forward losing time 
Upon the tendrils of my sparring fickle mind 
May I glow inside your happiness 

Night gown slipping to the ground 
I feel compassion’s tender growl 

Keeping promises, entering mysteries 
How can love return when she never left? 
Sleeping softly in this bed

the bedroom

Sleeping Softly In This Bed

Deep bow of gratitude to you for giving my music a listen, for liking, for commenting and/or for sharing when any given song resonates with you.  You help create a community that lifts music out of the nooks and crannies and allows it to be heard a little bit more than it otherwise might have been.  Thank You sincerely for that. YOU ROCK!

I love to create music.  It is really that simple.  

Dave

Ms. Scarlett

David Husted Music

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