Like the Plaque Doctor mask cover art . Lovely vocals and accordion play.

Wonderful song and performance! Very beautiful!

yay my friend - this is beautiful - superb vocals, I like the warm sound - wonderfully arranged, written and performed!

Vaya, los arreglos y las armonías son increíbles. Una canción muy buena Pichy . 👏

Nice melody and progression. Love the bass, too

Dan Blackard says.  I was thinking of what to write for this track while sitting in the parking lot at 4:30 in the morning. When for no particular reason visions of my youth and things I vaguely remember started to just flash into my mind. I almost just let the thoughts go. But, some of the memories seemed vivid. The commercials, tv shows and many of the things that, for only the briefest of times, meant a great deal to me.  And then I realized that my head was actually telling me that this was the song. Or, it's more than possible that I was half asleep😆.

Lyrics;
There's the doggy in the window
There's a red balloon
And hey diddle diddle
The cow that jumped over the moon

There's the marbles and jacks
Cartoon mouse and cat
And toys from the days
From when Santa got fat

And I can still find
In the back of my mind
All of the things
This kid left behind

Some crayons and books
Not to read, just for looks
And the big cookie jar
from where all the cookies were took

An old piggy bank
Plastic soldiers and tank
A box of Mr. Bubbles
In the tub where my submarine sank

And I can still find
In the back of my mind
All of the things
This kid left behind

Gumby and Pokey
Ranger hat from Smokey
The old hot wheels cars
A book of Sneetches with stars on thars
Big Tonka truck
The old rubber duck
Let go of my eggos
watch out for the legos.

And I can still find
In the back of my mind
All of those things
This kid left behind

What This Kid Left Behind

Naked Sky

Oceanism

Without patience without time
Can't sustain this can't unwind
One last time for old withdrawal 
Lash the mast it’s curtain call

How do I change?

Curse the failure curse the past
Curse the dirt that holds you back
It clings on tight the more you run
You are now your father’s son

How do I change?

Build my bridge of steal and stone
Childproof matches impulse prone
Antifreeze in something sweet
Pass the night in blissful sleep

How do I change?

How Do I Change?

this song rocks! 70s metal style song of eternal optimism. the photograph above is of black sabbath, 1970. bs is my absolute favorite band, and this song is reminiscent of their style, hence the photo.

i hope you enjoy, please comment.

the silver lining - demo 1 - sabbath mix

Something I experimented Putting guitar and bass to some samples. The title; that's what it sort of reminds me of... Old Horror movie, but with sexy vibe, and kind of fun.

Sexy Horror Movie Tune

Chapitre I 
Les jardins d'Ydaligard
https://youtu.be/ePhqfca5-5c


Dans le  jardin cosmique d'Ydaligard se trouvent les Fleurs Mémoires . 

Les Iris d'Orion , les Roses de Galaxia et des milliers d'autres fleurs célestes poussent dans cet
espace magique.

Elles gardent les mysteres de la vie et des origines des mondes.

Elles seules connaissent la Grande Histoire des univers...

Le rituel magique de Lixhia permet , après une longue quête spirituelle , de comprendre le langage des fleurs et ainsi d'entrevoir les secrets de l'Univers .

La communauté des Avettes , emplie de sérénité et de sagesse , est l'un des peuple qui peut ecouter et comprendre le langage des Fleurs Mémoires .

Lors de ces rituels cosmiques , ils disparaissent  dans les jardins magiques pour découvrir les lumières de la création .

Les jardins d'Ydaligard - Chapitre I

Thank you to everyone who listened to this track.
Human words become waves and spread.
It is an important message that is transmitted not only to the people in front of you, but also to the world.
Kind words, sounds of love, the words you say will eventually return to you and make you feel good.

Kotodama (Language of the Soul)

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco & Jason Mowry
Final mix by Jason Mowry
@asleepwithheadphones
@lazydadamusic

Friday Night

Friday Night by Jason Mowry & Carlos Vivanco

ELECTRON WAVES

Red Vinyls - Wanna Be Admired

Dormidos

Asediados,  cansados, filtrados, perdidos en un mundo diferente.
conquistados, dormidos, forzados, cercados por un monstruo irreverente.

Como un estigma que te marca la piel.
con una furia que revienta la hiel.
Estamos perdidos en la ruta.

Como una saga que te cuesta creer.
como un designio de tu verso mas cruel.  
Estamos dormidos en el mar.  

Enclaustrados, sentidos, fundidos, quemados en un páramo candente.
Condenados, curtidos, ceñidos, callados con bozales, brutalmente.

Como un reflejo de tu miedo mas fiel.   
Como una plaga que se empeña en crecer.
Estamos perdidos en la ruta.

Como un pasado que se niega a volver
Una poesia que te cuesta leer
Estamos, dormidos en el mar.

Asombrados, temidos, cambiados, sumidos en un sueño permanente.
Aburridos,  cooptados, sacados, centrados en un dialogo demente.

Como un estigma que te marca la piel.
con una furia que revienta la hiel.
Estamos perdidos en la ruta.

Como una saga que te cuesta creer.
como un designio de tu verso mas cruel.  
Estamos dormidos en el mar. 

Letra y música : Pichy Sotomayor

Dormidos

Delirata 1983

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