Beautiful sound, well done! Keep with it J

Too Many Strings (playlist)

Recorded in 1986 on a barely audible tape.
Digitally brought it back to life in 2022.
Ron Snyder - Guitar
Joe Storino - Bass
Drum Machine

Snyder & Storino - BIG BASS BLUES (1986 Instrumental)

YØPRØZ3Y - Midnight Rogues

Single originally included in Score For The End Of Times (2013)

HALLOWED BE THY NAME EP (2012)

Hallowed Be Thy Name

NOUSIA - Hallowed Be Thy Name

Sock Puppet Theater

Rattlin' Can

The First Minute opens 12 Minutes — a short ambient classical journey by composer Jeremias Langsämmer. Soft strings meet choral textures to create a space of stillness and reflection. Designed for focus, calm, and cinematic listening, this piece captures the breath between thought and silence.

🎧 From the forthcoming album 12 Minutes, a suite of short ambient classical works for piano, strings, and quiet contemplation.

For fans of: Max Richter, Jóhann Jóhannsson, Ólafur Arnalds, Nils Frahm, Hammock

#ambientclassical #modernclassical #cinematicmusic #pianoandstrings #relaxingmusic #soundtrackmusic #focusmusic #calmmusic #jeremiaslangsammer #maxrichter #olafurarnalds #johannjohannsson #nilsfrahm #hammock

Jeremias Langsämmer – The First Minute | Ambient Classical Strings & Choral Calm

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

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 AC

Fallen Hero

I was once king of my kingdom
Looked up to, respected and revered
Someone with pride whose principles were clear
A leader an example for others to follow

Then I displayed a crucial moment of weakness
And my whole world collapsed like a pack of cards
Too late for regrets, can’t turn the clock back now
What you see is a fallen hero

But since I met you there’s a fresh spring in my step
Once a broken man, I’ve discovered a new lease of life
My whole world has assumed a different shade of meaning
You’ve given me faith to restore my reputation

A chink of light now radiating stronger
Piercing through my despair and my gloom
You’ve given me back my respect, my pride, no more soul-searching
No more guilt no more wish to shrivel up and die

I became a fallen hero
A misjudgement caused my disgrace
My dignity was lost, good name reduced to ashes
Couldn’t wait till the dusk of night descended
But now I’m strong, proud and clear of conscience
My reputation fully restored
You were my guide, my saviour, my source of inspiration
You have rescued this fallen hero
I’m no longer a fallen hero
You have rejuvenated
this fallen hero

Lyrics by Bobby Lincoln
Vocals and production by Phil Hawker

Fallen Hero

beat from the hood

Slinkin Around

Imprisoned in Sadness

Legacy architect of sonic memorials. Imprisoned in Sadness is a dark techno requiem for my brother Vilesh—a skeletal transmission of grief, honour, and resistance. Every phrase, silence, and shade is intentional. This  mix is part of a campaign to preserve his memory through sound and structure. Created in quiet partnership with CP—refining artwork and emotional clarity from the darkness of shadows. To everyone who listens in: thank you. Your time, presence, and resonance mean everything.  🙏🏼🎚🎧🔊🖤

Imprisoned in Sadness

Slowly, the Ice Thaws

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

©Composed and Produced by Uli (uli-virtual-band)
©Lyrics by Uli (uli-virtual-band)

©Mixing and Mastering by Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros and Rogério Vieira


🎤 Presentation of “Uli – Bikes Are a Terror!” 🚲💥

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an anthem that proves life is made of falls, but also of laughter and persistence!

“Bikes Are a Terror!” isn’t just a song about not knowing how to ride a bike — it’s a delicious metaphor for how learning anything new can be total chaos. Who hasn’t tried something thinking it would be easy, only to discover that gravity has a sense of humor of its own?

Here, every wrong turn, every scraped knee, and every awkward glance from the campus crush becomes fuel to laugh at yourself and keep moving forward. Because, deep down, the message is clear: mistakes are part of the process, falling is inevitable, but getting back up is non-negotiable.

With verses full of irony and an explosive chorus of “Yeah-yeah-yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa!”, Uli reminds us that life isn’t about pedaling without falling — it’s about keeping at it until one day you glide with confidence and shout: “I did it!”

This song is an invitation to embrace the ridiculous, celebrate learning, and believe that perseverance always wins. Because, in the end, every fall is just a rehearsal for victory.

So, strap on your helmet, grip the handlebars, and get ready to ride this rollercoaster of sound. 🚴‍♀️✨ “Bikes Are a Terror!” — an anthem of hope, persistence, and of course, good laughs.

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

(Intro)

(Verses 1)

So my dorm-mate laughed at me, 
“Girl, I learned it when I was three!” 
I hopped on the seat, thought I’d slay, 
Boom—face-first, what a day.

I’m no athlete, never was, 
But they all keep sayin’ because: 
“It’s easy, don’t you whine, 
Riding bikes is super fine!”

Every try, I’m zig-zag bound, 
Like a circus clown in town. 
Crowds are watchin’, I pretend, 
But my balance meets its end.

On the campus quad, I stress, 
Never once a “bike success.” 
And my knees, they start to shake, 
Like I’m riding on an earthquake.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

(Verses 2)

I’m in a rush, like finals week, 
But patience is the skill I seek. 
Step by step, that’s how you grow, 
Not by bingeing YouTube, though.

Tutorial on 2x speed, 
Didn’t help my bike-y need. 
“Sit down straight, one foot, then glide…” 
Bro, I swear I almost cried.

Every try, I swerve and spin, 
Nearly crashin’ into him. 
Campus crush just walked on by, 
Saw me fall—yeah, I could die.

On the college path, I stress, 
Helmet hair, a total mess. 
Still I’m here, I won’t give in, 
One day soon I’ll ride and grin.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

[Verses 3]

Raphaella said to me, 
“Swimming’s something I can’t do, see.” 
What if while I pedal fast, 
That thought hits me—and I crash!?

Okay, I get it, no quick trick, 
It ain’t magic, just physics. 
Grab a book, mechanics class, 
Newton’s laws will save my ass.

(Final Chorus)

Chill out, girl, don’t lose your vibe, 
Still young, enjoy the ride. 
Step by step, you’ll get it right, 
One day soon you’ll own that bike.

Discipline, persistence too, 
Pedal slow, the skill comes through. 
Once you learn, it’s locked for life… 
…unless I crash again tonight!

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

https://youtu.be/pmeQPshsN_M

***(Imágenes, ficticias de seres demoniacos o malignos, pueden causar terror o miedo)***
***(Quiero dedicar este tema, a todas aquellas personas que sufren alguna enfermedad mental, depresión o alteración temporal, las cuales les impide conciliar y descansar por las noches, haciendo imaginarse figuras demoniacas, terroríficas o u otro tipo de imaginación maligna. Gracias.)***

Letra y base original.
Vocal generada con IA.

Todos los derechos estan reservados
DILAZAmusic.

Demonios de la Noche

Lyrics - 
You come to closer 
Everything slow motion 
I felt alive 
After while after while 
I feel so lighter 
Heartstrings get wider 
You in my dreams
Every night every night 

I will follow you home 
Whenever you go 

You are with me 
That’s all I care 
You are my dessert 
So many layers 
Drink all I want 
When I’m on the desert
Don’t think twice 
Now I’m gonna take you home 

My heart just loaded 
With your emotions 
I feel the love 
After while after while 
So many choices 
Fade how I wonder 
I feel belonged 
Every night every night 

I will follow you home 
Whenever you go 

You are with me 
That’s all I care 
You are my dessert 
So many layers 
Drink all I want 
When I’m on the desert
Don’t think twice 
Now I’m gonna take you home 



Merch Store

Take You Home

An evening in Tokyo

E.M.D. recorded by 'Circle Squared' [a studio group consisting of J Dulva and Bryan Fusilier]

E.M.D. by J Dulva and Circle Squared

My name is Jack Miller. I am a guitar player/composer/multi-instrumentalist since 1972. Took a break while raising a family for about 18 years. Been at it again since March 2017 and loving it. I play solo and in the group, Counting Coup.

Slowly, the Ice Thaws

J Dulva

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