Noontime Scam

The song and the artwork are dedicated to my cat, who is no longer alive.
He was born during the pandemic and was hit by a car after 9 months of the same year.
The song is written about wishing there was a heaven for cats. Because I remember my mother used to tell me that animals don't have souls and there is no heaven for them.

My cat's name was Panda. In his memory!
I have also written rough drafts of a few other songs dedicated to Panda.

Youtube Link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C24ERPlTMUM

Lyrics:
I can’t tell you how much I miss you,
I can’t tell you how much I wanted you to be there
You couldn't fight, you couldn't fight
And you aren’t there.
You aren’t there

There's no heaven for you to stay
I can't tell you how much I want you to be there.
You couldn't fight, couldn't fight
And you're not coming back

Done it
I thought I was so strong
Come back
I just feel alone
My way
I want to end this one
Myself
I want another path

My love
I need this all the be scifi
To believe in alternative lives.
And I hope you are in heaven.

I couldn’t let you down,
It was my fear and it was my scar
I can’t see you up in there.
You are only in my heart
and I couldn’t let you down,
But I just let you down, I see you there

I couldn’t let you down
it hurts deeply and makes me cry
And I'd feel all your love, memories vanished in my heart
and I couldn’t let you down,
But I just let you down I can't see you there

I can't Tell You

Arcada

Extended of Bribe Her With Some Fruit, some additions to the beginning as well as to the end.

multi-platform link to this song:
https://ffm.to/bribe-fruit

other places for my music:

Douglas P Stoothoff main site:
https://exedexes1.com/
https://exedexes1.godaddysites.com/

Youtube subscribe:
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itch.io profile link:
https://exedexes1.itch.io/

Feature.fm overall Artist Bio link:
https://ffm.bio/douglas-p-stoothoff

Master Track List on SC:
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/tracks

Artist page on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/7EuvIQRQESX9WFtwI6GqWB
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4aN8I7Zl7HuhQQC0txGPYC

Artist page on Apple:
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/doug-stoothoff/1687430940

Artist page on Amazon:
https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0C4YK678Y/douglas-p-stoothoff

Youtube Artist Topic Channel (autogenerated):
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Artist page on Bandcamp:
https://dougstoothoff.bandcamp.com/

Artist page on Tidal:
https://tidal.com/browse/artist/39485859

Artist page on Beatport:
https://www.beatport.com/artist/douglas-p-stoothoff/1155579

Artist page on Boomplay:
https://www.boomplay.com/artists/70114948

Artist page on Pandora:
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Artist page on Qobuz:
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Artist page on iHeart Radio:
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Rhombus

(Well I Guess) Maybe I'll Bribe Her With Some Fruit (Extended)

Buy on Beatport

First Single From Upcoming 8/14 Album Faded this is the Mix & Mastered Versin

https://instagram.com/tcf_yates?igshid=MmIzYWVlNDQ5Yg==

1.Faded Ft Yo Boy Rell (IG:TCF_Yates)

Interesting features (behind the scenes)

A great Bob Pollard song from Under the Bushes Under the Stars.

The first of a series of GBV 4 track cassette recordings. More to come!

Redmen and Their Wives

We all have those rough days, and this song is meant to help you through it.

White Hot Mess (Prod. by PopKult)

Comatosed In Your Arms

Can't stop thinking

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/ed2ba5a9-ea8f-424a-9c81-95614598896c
Para escuchar la versión blues instrumental https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión cantautor con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar
Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar-ac

Producción: Luis Sanvicente
Voz: Dazz Deva

Y despertar

Qué fáciles se ven las cosas 
cuando, a pesar de ser chiquillos,
algo extraño nos hace hombres
y nos arranca de ese sitio
que en realidad nos corresponde.

Intentamos que nuestra vida
sea una batalla latente
donde demostrar nuestro orgullo,
donde sólo existe el presente:
¡no importan pasado y futuro!

Un día se te va la mano
y en soledad, al verte perdido,
recompones todo tu tiempo;
entonces ves que te has hundido,
que hay que empezar por los cimientos.

Y despertar 
de aquel sórdido mundo 
tan oscuro y profundo,
donde el miedo que sientes
se convierte en la muerte
de la voluntad.

Y despertar 
sin ver cientos de caras 
que no te dicen nada,
aunque sean reflejo
de tus mismos deseos,
de tu ansiedad.

Qué hermoso es correr por el campo
en libertad, sin sentir muros
que te acotan el horizonte,
y se convierten en verdugos
de la ilusión todas las noches.

Y de pronto encontrarme libre,
frente a frente contigo, despierto...
no puedo creer que suceda;
por fin ha llegado el momento:
¡de nuevo la vida comienza!

Y despertar
con el alma en tus brazos,
con el sol en lo alto,
dando vida a otros sueños
que cuando era pequeño
solía inventar.

Y despertar
en tu pecho desnudo,
descubriendo otro mundo,
contemplando en tus ojos
cómo nace el arroyo
de mi libertad.

And wake up

How easy things look
when, despite being children,
something strange makes us men
and it starts us from that place
that actually belongs to us.

We try our life
be a latent battle
where to show our pride,
where only the present exists:
Past and future don't matter!

One day your hand goes out of hand
and alone, seeing you lost,
you compose all your time;
then you see that you have sunk,
to start with the foundations.

And wake up
of that sordid world
so dark and deep,
where the fear you feel
turns into death
of will.

And wake up
without seeing hundreds of faces
that they don't tell you anything,
although they are reflection
of your own wishes,
of your anxiety.

How beautiful it is to run through the field
in freedom, without feeling walls
that narrow the horizon,
and they become executioners
of illusion every night.

And suddenly find myself free
face to face with you, awake ...
I can't believe it happens;
At last the time has come:
Life begins again!

And wake up
with the soul in your arms,
with the sun up high,
giving life to other dreams
that when I was little
used to invent.

And wake up
on your bare chest,
discovering another world,
contemplating in your eyes
how the stream is born
of my freedom.

Can't stop thinking

Clyde