Name: Palabras Correctas (Right Words) by Diego Gamarra
Duration: 3 min 19 s
Description: One of the few tracks with voice on the album "Palabras Correctas"

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love the intro and the chord progression. Well produced and performed

Wow, very nice guitar work and vocals with pleasant texture.

This song is really amazing. I dig this track alot

Ola…. que bonita cancion, with this expressive voice and nice guitars and arr.I discover you Diego.

This already sounds like perfection 🪄✨✨✨

Introduction in English:
A few years ago, one of my best friends almost died as a result of his alcohol addiction. One autumn day, almost exactly 20 years ago, I wanted to visit him in his small Berlin apartment, because I had not been able to reach him by phone for days and he did not respond to my mails. I was very worried about him. 
Since the door was open, I was able to get into his apartment, which was completely devastated and partly badly damaged. 
As I heard later, he had gone completely crazy after a repeated alcoholic excess. Neighbors had called the police, who then took him to the closed psychiatric ward. 
This low point in his life also meant a decisive turning point for him. Since that day, he has remained sober and has not touched a drop of alcohol. 
During one of our musical jam sessions this year, he asked me to write a song that would help him to better understand this time of self-destruction and to integrate it more into his life story. 
The result is this song "Naked".....  

Lyrics in English

Naked

Almost like broken glass
The curtain grayed and already wet

The door to the entrance bent

Under the brass knuckles completely naked

Your table is painted black with pitch
Your Fender paid with life

On the floor badly injured guitars

Under the scream of rage only naked

The walls you have smeared with the signs of war
In a drug rush you sensed diabolic forces in you

You pulled the plug on yourself 
Betrayed your loving side

Entered the Thanatos carpet
Succumbed to the temptation to kill

Set the lights to night
Have bequeathed yourself as a victim

The world disgust has grabbed you 
Under the hatred unprotected naked

The hinges of your cabinets are shattered
Your sink is rusting silently

From the sofa the wool pushes itself

The light bulb shimmers completely naked

Your umbrella is overstretched
Food scraps stick to the edge of your plate

In your folders like weeds papers
In the entrance the rats already are on lookout

You have put the cloak of darkness all around you
Got excited by the thrill of wanting to destroy

You pulled the plug on yourself 
Betrayed your loving side

Entered the Thanatos carpet
Succumbed to the temptation to kill

Set the lights to night
Have bequeathed yourself as a victim

The world disgust has grabbed you 
Under the hatred unprotected 
naked, naked, naked!


Deutscher Originaltext:

Nackt

Fast wie zerbrochenes Glas
Der Vorhang ergraut und schon nass

Die Türe zum Eingang verbogen

Unter dem Schlagring ganz nackt

Dein Tisch ist mit Pech schwarz bemalt
Deine Fender hat mit dem Leben bezahlt

Am Boden schwer verletzte Gitarren

Unter dem Wutschrei nur nackt

Die Wände hast Du mit den Zeichen des Krieges beschmiert
Im Drogenrausch diabolische Kräfte in Dir aufgespürt

Hast Dir den Stecker gezogen 
Deine liebende Seite betrogen

Den Thanatos-Teppich betreten
Bist der Verführung zu töten erlegen

Stelltest die Lichter auf Nacht
Hast Dich als Opfer vermacht

Der Weltekel hat Dich gepackt 
Unter dem Hass schutzlos nackt

Die Scharniere Deiner Schränke zerborsten
Deine Spüle ist stumm am verrosten

Aus dem Sofa drängt sich die Wolle

Die Glühbirne schimmert ganz nackt

Dein Regenschirm ist überspannt
Essensreste kleben am Tellerrand

In Deinen Ordnern wie Unkraut Papiere
Im Eingang stehen die Ratten schon Schmiere

Hast Dir den Mantel der Dunkelheit ganz umgelegt
Hast Dich am Kick des Zerstören wollens erregt

Hast Dir den Stecker gezogen 
Deine liebende Seite betrogen

DenThanatos-Teppich betreten
Bist der Verführung zu töten erlegen

Stelltest die Lichter auf Nacht
Hast Dich als Opfer vermacht

Der Weltekel hat Dich gepackt 
Unter dem Hass schutzlos 
nackt, nackt, nackt!

Nackt (Naked)

Baby
You gotta tell me
What's gotten into you
Lately
You've been saying
You're feeling the blues

I hear you saying
For the tenth time it's the last time
You wanna be away from home
Yet two days later
You pull out no stops
To make feel all alone

I don't wanna blame
Don't feel ashamed
We ain't feeling no glue
But I'll fight for you

I know I deserve more
And so do you
Tell me, what's gotten to you
I know you can't be crazy
Tell me, baby
And I'll fight for you

Maybe we won't make it
Maybe we will
Who can tell tomorrow's tale?
You gotta see what we have
Over what we don't
Our dreams ain't for sale

I don't wanna blame
Don't feel ashamed
We ain't feeling no glue
But I'll fight for you

Yeah, baby
I know it's sounds crazy
But I'm still crazy for you
I'm waiting
For you to tell me
And I'll fight for you


Album - Heart to Heart (C)2020
Song - Bring The Sunshine Back Again
Music - Russell Lucas and  Sreyashi Mukherjee
Vocals and Lyrics - Sumi (Sreyashi Mukherjee)
Arrangement and Production - Russell Lucas
Mixing - Romano Erafficci

I'll Fight For You (EP - Heart to Heart)

Full track n°10 from the Scots Wha Hae album (2022), The Lord (You Gotta Move) is kind of a cover of the blues song from Mississippi Fred McDowell’s repertoire, particularly highlighted on the Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers album; I've adapted and arranged this mystical tune with a special bagpipe using a B flat chanter.
Last track of my Scottish traditional album, it’s kind of a bonus track, like an opening to my other sources of inspiration : traditional bagpipe and traditional blues go well together!
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Dernière piste de l'album Scots Wha Hae (2022), The Lord (You Gotta Move) est une reprise du blues du répertoire de Mississippi Fred McDowell, figurant également sur l'album "Sticky Fingers" des Rolling Stones; j'ai adapté et arrangé cet air avec une cornemuse spéciale dotée d'un accordage moderne (diapason 440 Hz).
Avec son air de "bonus track" sur un album quasi-entièrement dédié au répertoire traditionnel de cornemuse écossaise, c'est aussi un clin d'oeil à mes autres sources d'inspiration et il est vrai que cornemuse et blues vont très bien ensemble!

Scots Wha Hae

The Lord (You Gotta Move)

One of the few tracks with voice on the album "Palabras Correctas" 

Palabras Correctas (Right Words)

My small contribution to do something against this terrible war. The only thing I can do at the moment.
This is my very first DemoRecording Attempt.
VideoLink: https://youtu.be/WN3zEOmBduM

Song description and explanations:
Katyusha:
Katyusha is a russian patriotic folk song. It's about a Russian woman called Katyusha.
"Standing on a steep riverbank, she sends her song to her beloved, a soldier serving far away."
In Nat King Cole's english version, one line of the song reads: "Purple skies Remind me of Katyusha"
Another line in other translation reads: "Apple trees and pear trees went into blooming,"

The russians named also the "Katyusha Rocket Launcher" after it.
This was the idea for the line in my own lyrics. "these are the strange love greetings sent to us by Katyusha from afar."

The Herald was an officer whose duty it was to proclaim war or peace, carry challenges to battle, and messages between sovereigns etc.

"Roundup your sheeps and wolves back home to the flock"
Get your soldiers back. Those who did not want to go there and also those who fought there.

Full Lyrics:
I stand alone here on the steep curled riverbank border
watch how the sky reflects deep purple in the mirrorblank water.
How could it happen that my thoughts revolve only around this war?
these are the strange love greetings sent to us by Katyusha from afar.

I ask myself if it’s okay to wish for spring come to arrive
while all the people close to us are trying to survive
Will all the pear and apple trees - start bloom again this year
or do they let it be ’cause they can also feel the fear?

How can we carry on - when everything goes wrong?
how can we worry in the morning - when our shower goes not warm?
when all the brave ones stay behind - defend our liberty and life
We just watch swooning and afraid - without rushing to their aid. 

N O W - i swallow my fears - inside myself
W I P E - away all my tears from my face
B U R Y my anger - and this indescribable swoon
I summon all my courage - so that peace can return

Let light - get back into your eyes
Let love - return to your heart
Let trust - retrieve to your soul
But do not let his lies near you - better "Put-In"-To a deep burning hole 

Keep them away from us
Make him clear that we don’t trust
These words that seemed spoken by insane
We stand together, cause we all want the same

Lets send a Herald to proclaim the peace in the world - we all are united
Lets spread the news and the truth. And let our thoughts unfurled - we all have the power
Roundup your sheeps and wolves back home to the flock
Your hate will never win a war against us
united and in love It’s time for you to see - Who has the power

Oli Boli - Dear W.P.

Dear W.P. - We have the Power

Put In'Sane' In A Deep Burning Hole. - (We have the Power)

Trashed

Brave New Place

New Shapes

Music: Tom James (Elevated Jam Tracks)
Lead Guitar: My Limbo Side

Ghostly Senses

Lyrics/Music written by Jason Johansson

Jason Johansson: Vocals/Guitars
Joe Reineke: Bass
Dave Warburton: Drums
Jeff Hamel: Harmonica

Recorded at Orbit Audio in Seattle, WA
Produced and Engineered by Joe Reineke

Zina

(English translation above)

CUEILLE LA NUIT

Qu'il est bon, tard le soir, avant de s'endormir
De laisser sa pensée vagabonder, s'enfuir,
Nous prendre sur ses ailes et, sans avis contraire,
Portée par un soupir, nous renvoyer en l'air :
Bien calé, bien au chaud de notre dormeveille,
Le temps suspend le viol de notre vie privée.
S'il est vrai que, souvent, la nuit porte conseil,
C'est peut-être, en partie, grâce à cette envolée.
		Dans le ciel étoilé de nos paupières closes,
La vie s'ouvre en pétales inondant notre esprit
De mille folles envies que d'habitude on n'ose
Divulguer au grand jour, tant on en est épris.

Tout est vraiment possible, on est seul maître à bord.
Pour cette traversée, l’équipage est en bas. 
Et la réalité du jour n'est plus alors
Qu'un lointain souvenir dans notre célibat.
Là, l’étoile filante d'un mot traversant
Une idée s’évapore en laissant derrière elle
La bienfaisante clé du problème en suspens
À nos yeux décillés par la clarté nouvelle.
On butine une idée, pivote sur un mot
Qui nous fait rebondir sur une idée voisine
Ou lointaine, attirée par le son crescendo
D'un scrupule infamant qu'un fantasme assassine.

On s’étonne à sourire, on est plein de brio.
On a au bout des doigts du monde la puissance,
Du moins le pense-t-on, jusqu’à l'ultime mot
Emportant avec lui notre ultime conscience.
Tous les temps se marient dans ce présent de trêve.
Le corps n'y est plus rien, et l'esprit, terrassé,
Réclame en paradis la liberté du rêve
Dans une chaude nuit que le jour a chassé.
C'est une drogue douce où l'on revient toujours,
La revanche assurée de pouvoir toujours vivre 
Une seconde vie, en fait, un contre-jour
Aux ennuis les plus lourds, comme un vin qui enivre.

Cueille ta nuit, ami, car avant de faner,
Si tu le veux vraiment, d'elle, tu peux apprendre.
C'est bien plus qu'un conseil, c'est un laissez-passer
Pour l’hygiène mentale, avant que de se rendre.
Car la nuit est l'appel de la grande aventure
Où l'on refait son monde, où l'on règle ses comptes
Sans provisions, sans lendemain, mais qui rassurent ;
Donnant de la mort un avant-goût, un acompte.
Mais, du calice à rêves bu jusqu’à la lie,
Un réveil insomniaque nous tire du lit,
Pour nous dire que la vie ne peut s'embellir
Qu'en bêchant notre terre, où nous irons dormir.

Paroles et musique Myckaël Marcovic, © le 24 09 97

Berceuse pour adultes en réponse à Horace/Ronsard.
La dormeveille est un vieux mot du Moyen-Age désignant le moment entre la veille et l'endormissement où nous croyons pouvoir tenir le monde entre nos mots.

Approximate translation :

PICKING AT NIGHT

How good it is, late at night, before falling asleep
To let his mind wander, run,
Take us on his wings and, without notice,
Carried by a sigh, we return in the air:
Well poised, well warmed up in our sleep,
Time suspends the rape of our privacy.
If it is true that, often, the night carries advice,
It may be, in part, thanks to this flight.
In the starry sky of our closed eyelids,
Life opens in petals flooding our minds
A thousand crazy cravings that we usually don’t dare
We’re so in love with it.

Everything is really possible, we are the only one on board.
For this crossing, the crew is downstairs.
And the reality of the day is no longer
Only a distant memory in our celibacy.
There, the shooting star of a passing word
An idea evaporates leaving behind
The key benefactor of the outstanding problem
In our eyes dimmed by the new clarity.
Take an idea, turn on a word
That makes us bounce back on a neighboring idea
Or distant, attracted by the sound crescendo
Of an infamous scruple that a fantasy kills....

Cueille la nuit

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