belle sensibilité. ca fait du bien la musique

Superbe pièce Rock mélodique! Voix profondes et mots subtils! J'adore!!

Interesting combo of the spoken word with your great tone of voice and the breezy rock music. Sounds great!

Superbe texte et surtout.., cette voix..., non mais..p.t..n que c'est bon 👍

En réecoutant tes chansons je tombe sur ce road-trip onirique et fantômatique... texte puissant et désenchanté comme la voix qui le déclame, celle de « l’homme au bord de route »! Superbe :)

J'aime beaucoup, super texte, l'ambiance, la voix... Bravo

Très bon titre ; et belle collaboration !

Jolie écriture placée sur une réalisation musicale excellente. Du beau travail. Bravo.

Voz: Leo Andina @leonardo-andina
Bajo : Rodolfo Planes @rplanes
Guitarras, Coro y Producción : Pichy Sotomayor

Ciudad Prohibida

Ya no hay mas nada que ver,
no tengo nada que hacer,
voy flotando con  la brisa.
Yo necesito saber
como me vas a   encender.

Angel del amanecer,
ven a buscarme otra vez
para sanar las heridas.
Para ponerme de pie
y atravesar la ciudad 
prohibida.

Veo tantas cruces de madera,
veo tantas almas con la misma sed.
Los bemoles en sus madrigueras,
tejen sus mentiras por la red.

No vivo para temer 
yo sirvo para crecer
lejos de tanta codicia.
lo que yo llevo en mi haber
son mis sueños en papel.

Musa del amanecer,
ven a ayudarme otra vez
para colmarnos de vida.
Para ponerme de pie     
y atravesar la ciudad 
prohibida.

Veo tantas cruces de madera,
veo tantas almas con la misma sed.
Los bemoles en sus madrigueras
traman sus mentiras por la red.

Letra y Música: Pichy Sotomayor

Ciudad Prohibida (Andina/Planes/Sotomayor)

A song for those low moments!

Have a listen to the wonderful creations of @candyside-arcade
Their sensitiveside https://soundcloud.com/candyside-arcade/moment-one

Please don't despair there are darker things in this
world that could take you there
When daylight breaks across the lawn
And you breathe the pristine, scented dawn
You'll know we care
Reach out your hand and we'll be there

Please don't be low
There are better places in this world you know that you can go
Then the moon lights up the path ahead
And the jamine blossoms fill your head
You'll feel we know
Raise your eys to the afterglow

You hitched a ride and that's our gift

Please don't lose hope
There are bigger fools in this world to supply sufficient rope
IN the midday heat you'll rest a while
Brush the noble camomile and smile
Your spirits lift
You hitched our ride and that's our gift

You hitched our ride and that's our gift

The Gift

Mon Coeur Macadam /Rock/Version2/Collaboration with Thierry Clua

ONLY HERE FOR THE RIDE

Like Sand paper you're starting to grate on me

Two In The Pink One In The Stink Foreal

Hey… thanks for dropping by. This is a simple Blues song. Songs, such as this, happen when I find myself in a songwriting slump. Lack of inspiration and ideas exacerbate the situation, pushing me back to the Blues. I grumpily relent then wallah, a song. And what better Blues theme than relationships? Seems I mine that gold often, which maybe says more about me than I’d like to reveal. But who cares? It’s the Blues. Here, Winter will not let go. Bitter, unrelenting winds, near horizontal snowfall, and minus 18F tonight. I looked outside this morning and a rabbit was waiting by the front door for me to put some carrots out. All the birds were hunkered down in thick pines, except for some ravens scavenging the neighborhood. There were some high flying geese as well, that flew by. They always seem to panic in the frigid weather. It almost sounds like they’re honking… ‘let’s get outta here.’ I don’t blame them. The deer are more wary now for some reason, and I only see their frozen tracks and fresh tree/sapling rubbings. I wrapped a couple trees to protect them, buried others in snow, but left 4 where they had scraped the bark bare. I will probably have to cut those trees down, but will wait to see if they survive. After getting some garden carrots for the rabbit, I decided to shovel some snow and work on my ice beard. It was cold enough today that condensation from my breath froze on my beard. They have an ice beard competition here and post pics of the best ones. There are some maniacs who stay out in the cold to ‘grow’ solid ice beards, and a chance at winning. Some have icicles hanging off their chin. No cheating with pouring water on your beard. Just having snow blowing into your beard along with some condensation from breathing. I let my face thaw out, when I came inside. Later in the afternoon… I walked down the the mailbox in the wind and there were tiny little horizontal icicles on the latch. I had to walk around a semi truck, completely blocking the road. The truck driver tried to turn onto our street and got stuck in a deep snowdrift. A neighbor came down and pulled the semi out with his tractor. I watched for a bit, then headed home. So now I am glad I am inside. Take care, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Wrong Turn Blues

unfortunately I am free of any profound knowledge at the keys ! but I can not leave it :-D .... free improvisation in one go ... I hope the layered sounds make the piece interesting enough ! ... I myself feel it's nice to dream away ... The pretty illustration is by Juanita Mulder, pixabay
.......... a little joke on the side: I used completely fearless all black and white keys ...!

some jingling - free improvisation

Plaza Nada is the pointless, useless meeting place for when all is gone, where there is nothing left, the dark, barren, cold, ashen, aftermath of obliteration.  A cross-project "collaboration" in the works.

Plaza Nada [DEMO]

Sweet Home Chicago

The Original intent of this tune was something quite different than what lt has become. One of the most beautiful Things about a Collaboration ls that sometimes lt goes where lT wants to go- This ls one of those Cases:):)
Stephen who gave wonderful Guitar and percussives Also did the lnltlal production Work- We had somehow entered the land of EDM with the introduction of the lyrics- And then much to my pleasure and surprise, REKHA Came Aboard and brought her lovely and formidable  voice, humor, and production skills to co-produce with Stephen for this final whimsical break up /apocalypse song- Thank you my friends, lt doesn't get any better than this;)

Time ls up time ls up
don't you know
time to go
time ls up, time to go
The jig ls up
That's the show

Time ls up
time to go
the jig ls up, don't you know
travel light take that flight
Don't look back, don't call or write
l ain't mad, l know you couldn't help lt

We all treated her so bad
and now she's mad
l wish that l could make amends
but she's all done
She's gonna squash us like a bug'

repeat

Mon Coeur Macadam /Rock/Version2/Collaboration with Thierry Clua

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