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WRITTEN, PRODUCED, ARRANGED AND PERFORMED BY: DOMINIQUE MONIQUE aka  DOMINIQUEFRENCH
INSTRUMENTAL REPLAYED, ARRANGED & VOCALS MIXED BY: JOE WEINBER aka (COtu) TREY W
MASTERING BY: MARK FELISH-NY

LOVING U LOVING ME

Loving-U-Loving-Me

https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues: flute x10; clarinet x6; tenor sax x3; soprano sax x2; alto sax; bamboo flutes x2; oboe; synth; beats (Inspiring original track https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/cryptoblues).
RUIZZOIDMAN: lyrics, vocals, guitar.

VENTOSO BLUES A LA PRADERA  /  WINDY BLUES FOR THE PRAIRIE

Pradera, salgo de viaje,  /  Prairie, I go on a trip,
te dejo aquí prisionera.  /  I leave you prisoner here.
Salgo sin prisa, pradera,  /  I leave without hurry, prairie,
seca de hierba salvaje.  /  dry from wild grass.
Dejo este bello paraje,  /  I leave this beautiful place,
este río y su ribera,  /  this river and its bank,
atrapados en la espera  /  trapped in the wait
de recibir su folaje,  /  to receive its foliage,
su frescura y su coraje  /  its freshness and its courage
verde de la primavera.  /  green of the springtime.

Este tren que con seguro  /  This train that with confident
traqueteo de ti me lleva;  /  rattling takes me away from you;
surge el humo de su cueva  /  the smoke arises from his cave
ensuciando tu aire puro.  /  polluting your pure air.
Ya la vía, acero oscuro,  /  So the railway, dark steel,
ya la vía es la prueba,  /  so the railway is the proof,
ya la vía, nieve o llueva,  /  so the railway, may it snow or rain,
debil tú, el acero duro,  /  weak you, the steel hard,
tú la brisa, él el muro,  /  you the breeze, it the wall,
tú la suave, mi pradera.  /  you the soft, my prairie.

De tus flores, la frescura,  /  From your flowers, the freshness,
quieren apagar el fuego  /  they want to extinguish the fire
de la marcha, y así luego  /  of the pace, and so then
mantener fragancia pura,  /  maintain pure fragrance,
mas es tal tu desventura,  /  but your misfortune is such,
tal fuerza del enclavado  /  such strength of the interlocked
metal, que te ha fallado  /  metal, that has failed you
tuya la verde dulzura  /  yours the green sweetness
bajo la realidad dura  /  under the harsh reality
de los rieles plateados.  /  of the silvery rails.


Pic from https://www.thoughtco.com

Ventoso Blues A La Pradera (with The Windscale Blues Experiment)

Synesthesia is main motif for this song, first because of original lyrics, then as I felt like adding it more flavor with female vocals*, & finally when I recently watched some paintings about this matter**.

*Great vocal performance by https://soundcloud.com/maraoldfield is most notorious matter in this piece, where riffing parts toggle with bass-guided proggy ones.

**Due credits to https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling for ad hoc painting of the song’s artwork.

Letra  /  Lyrics:

QUIERO SABER SI HACE CALOR  /  I WANT TO KNOW IF IT IS HOT

En verano, insoportable,  /  In summer, unbearable,
todo está lleno de ruido.  /  everything is full of noise.
El invierno, silencioso,  /  The winter, silent,
que congela los sonidos.  /  which freezes the sounds.

No quisiera quedarme sorda  /  I don’t want to get deaf
sin saber cuándo hace frío.  /  not  knowing when it’s cold. 
No quisiera quedarme sorda  /  I don’t want to get deaf
para saber si hace frío.  /  so as to know if it’s cold.

Los días soleados  /  Sunny days
acompañan al estío  /  go along with the summer
y cuando llega el invierno  /  and when the winter comes
el cielo está oscurecido.  /  the sky is darkened.

No quisiera quedarme ciega  /  I don’t want to get blind
sin saber cuándo hace frío.  /  not  knowing when it’s cold.
No quisiera quedarme ciega  /  I don’t want to get blind
para saber si hace frío.  /  so as to know if it’s cold.

ER24CH04 ©1995 ®2015

Quiero saber si hace calor (Vocals by Mara​Oldfield)

Emisarios   

La noche me encima queriendo desanimar.
la lluvia decide trayendo un tesoro
Es agua del cielo, me dijo prestá atención.
Sos hijo del suelo, sos savia, sos bendición.
hablan sin hablar, cuando estamos solos.
y a su corazon recibo igual.


El tiempo me envuelve, sumando me arrastra,
Mi alma y el cielo, son fuego que basta.
Son flama que grita, son guerra sin rendición,
son  furia del trueno, caida y resurrección.
Hablan sin hablar, cuando estamos solos
y a su corazon recibo igual.

Hablan sin hablar, cuando estamos locos
y a su corazon recibo igual. 

Letra y Música: Pichy Sotomayor
Picture: Princess Mononoke by Hayao Miyazaki (1997)

Emisarios

Attacca
: attack at once 
—used as a direction in music at the end of a movement to begin the next without pause.

Movement. .......................................................................  Timeline

1st .............War Cry ......Call to Arms ...............................0.00--1.55
2nd............The Advance to Battle ...................................1.55--2.48
3rd.............The Battle Begins...........................................2.48--3.59
4th.............The Triumphant...............................................4.00--5.10
Thanks to Dennis for his pristine gunfire and airbourne fx....https://pixabay.com/users/dennish18-26151496/
Cover-art :- Marek Studzinski ...https://unsplash.com/@jccards
Orchestration,arrangement,mix and production ...Pablo

Attacca

"Attacca"

The Great Awakening
I wish you all HAPPY EASTER!
  Vocals: Winkandwoo
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/the-great-awakening-vocal-stem-124-bpm
Lillithe: Music, Arrangement and Production

THE GREAT AWAKENING

Golden Dance

BringIng Back this Song made 10 years ago. Hope You Feel it ... You can Download it for Free :)
Lyrics Singing/ Music Mix Demo/Video Clip Mix  by Special Cecilia
Video on Youtube : https://youtu.be/msOF7Y6pEBk?si=2Gq2-KMYOsjiot5C

WE CAN BE GREATER ...

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Thank you for your support!

Songwriting und Lyrics by René Methner / Recorded by Para Lia / Mix und Master by Lakesidestudio, Berlin

Para Lia:
René Methner - Gitarre, Vocal, Synth
Cindy Methner - Vocal
Michael Schlottke - Bass
Emanuel Mukow - Drums
Remo Ender - Gitarre
Dennis Grund - Mellotroneffekt-Gitarre

Cover art: RM, Foto by Heiko Portale

PSYCHALOVIC SONIC SONGS FOR LOVERS AND SURVIVORS

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with the cream of the jest
at the wheel we are blessed

with shrill and loud disputes
straight ahead the downwards route

in neverland

infantile speech for the dumb
for all the sheeps

we are underestimated rats
gold-givers for spoiled cats

in neverland

s.o.s. we lose contact with the cell
in the end we lose contact with ourselves
in neverland

Para Lia - Neverland

In The Game feat. SteelCityRed
Vocals and Lyrics SteelCityRed:
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23517/in-the-game-hook-acapella-by-steelcityred-120bpm-rap-acapella
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix, Picture and Mastering

In The Game feat. SteelCityRed

I always wanted to make a sonic companion to the last song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I made together, “What Difference Does It Make.” I finally got my chance. This one came together real fast. Bitzone sent me a raw beat, I asked Frawstakwa to kick it off, and then I made some arrangement adjustments and laid down my lyrics and vocals based on Frawstakwa’s. Bitzone then finished it up and bada-boom, gotta move, gotta shake!

Massive thanks to Frawstakwa for bringing the fresh ideas and original verse and chorus vocals. And big thanks to Bitzone for always make the tracks more vivid than I could imagine. 

May there always be at least a little time to bounce in your week! 

Track Credits:
Bitzone: Music, Production, Arrangement, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net/
Frawstakwa: Verse and Chorus Lyrics and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
the Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Samples
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Intro: Louis Bloomfield

Lyrics: 

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

Here we are
Coming through
With whatever it takes
Full force
On these fools
All up in your face 
Show and prove
Break it down
To the drum 
And the bass
That good old
One two
Gotta move 
Gotta shake
Bada-boom
Something 
That you can feel
But wait
If you could feel 
Anything at all
Feeling great
Letting it flow
Mind body and soul
On my way
That’s how it goes
So the people them know
See you later

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I’m just your everyday reverie of an emcee
You see
I’m but a memory of the way 
You say it be
On this beat 
You project the street 
On the hit of the kick 
The click 
Boom, respect it’s the fire of the heat 
It’s the sweat dripping from the meat 
You expect flowing from that bass 
That slow tempo that’s got you feeling 
You on the creep, you on the chase
Brace fo the bounce putting you in the some headspace 
Race everyone to hear every ounce so tie up yo shoelace 
And let’s go 
Yo, lettin’ the people know

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

The flow is
Summoned 
On command
Dig deep
Within 
Without a plan
Improvise
And
Ka-blam 
That is called conviction
Can you understand
The definition
What is your religion?
Damn
It takes blind faith
To hope that one can trust
In what is true 
What is real
For real
So what it do?
We are here to
Be seen
Be heard
Be who
We truly are 
Hold up then
Please
Tell us
Who are you?
 
Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I got the feeling the bounce is appealing
Now that the ceiling’s been breaked
We got the unwilling to denounce appearing 
How it is that they never been waked 
Allow the revealing of the fake
Watch out we congealing as we get baked 
Take out that sponge cake, make no mistake 
It got that spring, there’s no remake 
Can feel the earth quake 
The beat is shaking
The bass is rumbling
So deep you feel your belly ache 
What’s at stake 
You gotta know
It’s that flow state 
We on a roll 
So slap on the butter baby
We gravy 
Grab a plate and
Before you go

Bounce
Bounce
To the boogie
The bang
The beat
Box
About
To bring it back
The breakdown
For the block
For my people
I see you
Gimme a pound
Tell me how
Have you been
For now
The breakdown
I’m here for you
Hear me loud 
And clear
We are responsible
For where we’re 
Bound
The breakdown
Heading out
Gotta beat the crowds
To get home
Put my feet up
While I eat on the couch
The breakdown

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

Break Down The Bounce

Bitzone, RS Frawstakwa & the Couch King - Break Down The Bounce

Sun Rise

In the late 1800s, the word rhapsody was translated into Japanese as "mad music." In Buddhism, "mad" means "funny" or "fantasy." It's thanks to the hard work of translators that Japanese people can understand the meaning of that famous song, Bohemian Rhapsody.

Rhapsody in Osaka（323）

Lyrics
Sons and daughters braved the rain
Sorry story told again. 
Of the winners and losers that crossed the lines
And the connoisseurs with their fine wines
Tempted by - the shoals of ice
Tempered by the exotic spice
That flavors the wind and lifts the sails
That rides through waves as the North Wind wails
Ain’t no body know
Where the money goes
Ain’t no body know
oppressive power grows

Ain’t no funny games
Drunk on sunny days
Ain’t no funny games
Drunk on sunny days

Looking up for mercy from the stone…
All alone
Walking the plank and keelhauled …
on your own
 
Ain’t misbehaving- better walk in line
Snitches get stitches before their time
Picking those pockets only get so far
Matches light the fire that sets it off. 

He was a cow in calf better have a laugh
They were hoping that he’d become their money bags
Sharing empty shelves cob web caught the fly
Maybe he’ll think twice before taking my advice. 

Shattered lives
Shadowed lies
Better tell the truth
Before you look the fool
No one knows
Where it grows
In an Online kissing booth
A Smile without a tooth. 

Hitting up the walls ….
in the bathroom
Markings on the wall claimed….
They had you

With the  ground underneath
We take that generational trip

Of materialistic wealth and shallow thoughts about 
Their drip. 

And the flow never grows
 as we wonder why we’ve lost
 our grip.

Our love for the red wood forest 
it brings us to the chorus

Ain’t no body know
Where the money goes

If this is what we lose,
 it puts us to the screws

Ain’t no body know
oppressive power grows

Ain’t misbehaving- better walk in line
Snitches get stitches before their time
Picking those pockets only get so far
Matches light the fire that sets it off.

Dreams of the Byzantines

No Funny Games

Rapaziada

The latest Texas Tea monster is loose.  This one started with a cool funky stroll inside of Terry's world and I enhanced it with some e-bow and a nice side of distorted groove here and there.  Terry with the composition, synth, beats and mix and me on the guitar machine.

Elevator

Elevator - A Texas Tea Production

Music: Janne Hennie & Little Man
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

I am a woman with many faces
But you never saw the one with the truth
I have been so many places
Along the way I left you some clues..
If you haven't found them, they are still there
Hidden..Waiting for you

I've been high up in the mountains
I've been down by the sea
But I never wore the same face
You never saw the pain in me
If you haven't found me , I am still there
Hidden..Waiting for you

Help me get down from the mountain
Follow the road down to the sea
And if you look closely you will find me
Hidden... Waiting for you

Hidden.. Waiting for you..

Hidden

Lizzie kindly agreed to add her beautiful vocals to this song, we hope that you like this latest collaboration.
Please go over and listen to more of Lizzie's gorgeous songs. @taylor-pentland

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