Nebula

Fireworks explores the imagery of the various celebratory fireworks which can be heard throughout the Kurilpa peninsula and seen from vantage spots at South Bank and on Highgate Hill, during festive days such as New Years and Riverfire. This piece is joyful, full of colour via contrasts in touch, register, pedalling and modes. A little dramatic space can be taken at times when needing to reach accented octave chords and jumps. Sheet music at https://www.australiancomposers.com.au/search?q=rachel+hocking

Kurilpa 5. Fireworks

‘Dip & Flow’ is a new song collaboration between artists Ana George and Avid Beats (prod. by Avid Beats & Red). With vocals and lyrics from Ana, flowing over fiery and addictive moombahton club rhythms and melodies composed and produced by Avid Beats and Red, ‘Dip & Flow’ is a playful and sensual celebration of dance, body and soul. The lyrics are joyful, honouring physicality, movement, creative and romantic expression. Bursting with passion and heat, this club hit is made for the dance floor!  

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Credits:
Song: Dip & Flow
Artists: Ana George & Avid Beats
Lyrics, Vocals, Vocal Arrangement, Mix & Master: Ana George
Beat: ‘Magnetic Field’ - Produced By Avid Beats & Red. Melodies by Red and Avid Beats. Drums and Arrangement by Avid Beats

Find Avid Beats On SoundCloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/szPjDqd6LkBsINsLAe

Dip & Flow

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/incidente-a-medianoche-version-original-ver-texto

INCIDENTE A MEDIANOCHE

Voy a contaros amigos una historia
que sucedió un domingo de febrero
en medio de una noche oscura y fría
que poco a poco calaba hasta los huesos.

El incidente comienza en el pueblo
cuando después de haber pasado el domingo
al lado de la mujer de tus sueños
regresábamos al “tajo” cuatro amigos.

Íbamos felices y contentos
pues nuestro carro corría muy veloz
“te estás portando como un señor”
le decía Octavio que era el conductor.

Pero de pronto en medio del camino
y tras un extraño ruido en el motor
fue perdiendo fuerza nuestro utilitario
y, sin pensarlo, el frenazo de rigor
pues sin duda alguna había sucedido
algo importante y no tenía solución.

Cuando el coche estuvo ya parado
se abrió el capó para ver lo acaecido
vimos que el radiador se había rajado 
y todo el agua habíamos perdido.

Lo que entonces pasó no os lo canto...
perdí el control y también mis compañeros:
recuerdo cuatro lenguas a destajo 
despotricando como unos carreteros.

Cuando todo esto fue menguando
y a nuestro temple volvía el color
“no preocuparse, se hará autostop”  
 afirmó Domingo con determinación.

Pero con las “pintas que nos cantaban”
uno con las barbas y otro de militar
los otros dos hasta el moño manchados de grasa
¡así quién diablos nos iba a parar!
pero allá a las cuatro de la madrugada
un rezagado paró al ver al militar.

Pero cuando vio la “compañía” 
con toda prisa se quiso echar atrás
“no le dé miedo, son de fiar”
exclamó Pepucho con gran serenidad.

Con insistencia logró convencerlo
de que nos dejara a los cuatro subir
pues aunque le resultara difícil creerlo
no éramos quinquis o gente de mal vivir.
Y si todo el lío quería saberlo
le prometía que no le iba a mentir.

Todo está visto muy por encima
porque la historia no es fácil de contar
pues estas cosas “pa” verlas ¡hay que vivirlas!
y entonces es cuando se puede opinar
por más que parezca un relato de risa
aquella noche jamás se nos olvidará.

MIDNIGHT INCIDENT

I'm going to tell you, friends, a story
that happened one Sunday in February
in the middle of a dark and cold night
that slowly chilled to the bone.

The incident begins in the village
when, after spending Sunday
with the woman of your dreams,
four friends were returning to work.

We were happy and content
because our car was going very fast
"You're behaving like a gentleman,"
Octavio, the driver, told her.

But suddenly, in the middle of the road
and after a strange noise from the engine
our car began to lose power
and, without thinking, we slammed on the brakes
because without a doubt something important had happened
and there was no solution.

When the car was finally stopped,
we opened the hood to see what had happened
we saw that the radiator had cracked
and we had lost all the water.

I won't tell you what happened then...
I lost control, and so did my companions:
I remember four tongues blaring out loud
ranting like cart drivers.

When all this was fading
and our temper was returning
"Don't worry, he'll hitchhike,"
said Domingo determinedly.

But with the "looks they were giving us,"
one with a beard and the other a soldier
the other two covered in grease up to their necks
who the hell was going to stop us!
But around four in the morning
a straggler stopped when he saw the soldier.

But when he saw the "company,"
he hurriedly wanted to back out
"Don't be afraid, they're trustworthy,"
exclaimed Pepucho with great serenity.

With persistence, he managed to convince him
to let the four of us get on,
because, although it was hard for him to believe,
we weren't quinquis or lowlifes. And if he wanted to know the whole mess,
I promised him I wouldn't lie.

Everything is very superficial
because the story isn't easy to tell
because these things "have to be" seen, you have to experience them!
and that's when you can have an opinio

Incidente a medianoche (Feat. Hugo Iglesias Olmos)

Doktor Barstad produced this really dark and grimy beat. So I wrote some dark lyrics to go along and that was not very hard to do considering. Hope you like the tune, remember to live and let live people,  we love you thanks for listening and supporting our music. Take it easy and enjoy this summer tune. =)

Scavenger Hunt

Now What?

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/quiero-ir-a-alaskaversion-original-ver-texto

Quiero ir a Alaska

Era un día después de puente
y se oía gritar a Vicente:
venga chavales, menos hablar
que ya es lunes y hay que trabajar.

En una mesa Chupito a Juan
le comentaba la gran novedad:
hay que ir a Alaska a reglar un rodillo 
y quieren que vaya con el abuelito.
Ilusionado el joven Chupito 
cantaba así.

Estribillo

Quiero ir a Alaska con Abraham
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Herrera
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Aznar
Quiero ir a Alaska con el que sea.

Quiero ir a Alaska con el Ramón
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Fortea
Quiero ir a Alaska con Pasamón 
Quiero ir a Alaska con el que sea.


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Chupito soñaba con ese viaje
y le pedía el permiso a su padre
que extrañado, antes de dar
el visto bueno, se fue a comprobar.

Ya en la empresa osó preguntar
¿es fantasía o realidad?
no había viaje ni había rodillo
sólo la broma de un listillo.
Desilusionado el pobre Chupito
clamaba así.

Estribillo 

I Want to Go to Alaska

It was the day after a long weekend
and Vicente could be heard shouting:
Come on, kids, stop talking
because it's Monday and we have to work.

At a table, Chupito was telling Juan
the big news:
we have to go to Alaska to fix a rolling pin
and they want me to go with Grandpa.
Excited, young Chupito
sang like this.

Chorus

I want to go to Alaska with Abraham
I want to go to Alaska with Herrera
I want to go to Alaska with Aznar
I want to go to Alaska with whoever.

I want to go to Alaska with Ramón
I want to go to Alaska with Fortea
I want to go to Alaska with Pasamón
I want to go to Alaska with whoever.

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Chupito dreamed of that trip
and asked his father for permission
who, surprised, went to check before giving
the go-ahead.

Once at the company, he dared to ask
Is it fantasy or reality?
There was no trip, nor was there a rolling pin,
just a clever kid's joke.
Disillusioned, poor Chupito
cried out like this.

Chorus

Quiero ir a Alaska

Let no one kill the child
I carry deep in my chest,
the one who laughs for no reason
and dreams without looking ahead.

Let them not dim his gaze,
nor steal away his mirrors,
where he still sees mighty castles
and ships built out of wishes.

Don’t silence his laughter,
don’t cover up his sky,
don’t sell him hollow truths
dressed in the price of goodbyes.

Let no one kill the child
I carry deep in my chest.

Let no one tell him “grow up,”
as if that were some great quest,
nor drag him through the alleys
of a world grey and story-less.

Let him wander barefoot
through the puddles of memory,
with a stick as his brave sword
and a flower as his secret.

Let no one kill the child—
though at times he may be still,
he saves me from the sadness,
and defends me from the chill.

Let no one kill the child
I carry deep in my chest.

Let No One Kill the Child L.Rivera

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再会 ( réunion )

Why not going a bit more progressive? Progressive Rock that is ... more the modern variation than classic 1970s style. Maybe NeoProg ... 

when i was young

Sex Machine

David Wurden is a composer, keyboardist, drummer, and skilled producer. With a penchant for exploring the unconventional, he possesses a unique ability to revolutionize musical compositions, defying traditional boundaries. Through his artistry, David takes listeners on a captivating sonic odyssey, venturing into uncharted territories and reimagining both vintage and contemporary sounds. His evocative melodies and intricate rhythms transport audiences, allowing their imaginations to wander freely in the boundless expanse of the universe. With an unwavering commitment to pushing the boundaries of musical expression,  David Wurden is an unparalleled force in the world of music.

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