WAIT FOR LOVE INSIDE A FALLING BOX

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)

Texte Français et Google traduction
ELLE AVANCE DOUCEMENT

Marquées sur le visage
Des traces de souffrances
Un mal bien avant l'âge
Pourquoi ce manque de chance
Que dire d'un accident
Un mauvais coup du sort
La perte d'un enfant
Parti si vite et mort

Dans toutes ses blessures
Qui l'on marquées à vie
Nombreuses autres brûlures
Lui prennent le cœur aussi
L'absence d'amour
Qu'elle n'a pas accepté
Depuis ce triste jour
Quand lui, il a quitté

Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

Elle se refait une vie
Toute simple et ordinaire
Dans ses pensées aussi
C'est une douce mère
Mais là-haut bat son cœur
Elle n'oubliera jamais
Mauvais jour de malheur 
Fait de mal et regrets

Elle reste à exister
Et toujours comme elle peut
Essayant d'avancer
En faisant de son mieux
Car ses autres petits
Qui eux n'ont rien à voir
Font aussi toute sa vie
Et mérite ses regards
 
Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

Elle se fait vivre ainsi
Malgré toutes ses traces
Et attend qu'aujourd'hui
Que le malheur s'efface
Doucement dans sa tête
Pour reprendre un chemin
Et revivre peut être
Ne voyant que demain

Mais elle avance doucement
Se méfie tout simplement
Elle a trop peur de retomber
Créant un nuage pour s'échapper
Car ce n'est qu'en altitude
Qu'elle se retrouve en plénitude

SHE MOVES SLOWLY
Marked on the face
Traces of suffering
An illness well before its time
Why this lack of luck
What to say about an accident
A bad twist of fate
The loss of a child
Gone so quickly and dead

In all his wounds
Who marked them for life
Numerous other burns
Take his heart too
The absence of love
That she didn't accept
Since that sad day
When he left

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

She's making a new life
Very simple and ordinary
In his thoughts too
She's a sweet mother
But up there beats his heart
She will never forget
Bad day of misfortune
Hurts and regrets

She remains to exist
And always as she can
Trying to move forward
Doing your best
Because his other little ones
Who they have nothing to do with
Also do all his life
And deserves his looks

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

She makes herself live like this
Despite all its traces
And wait until today
May the misfortune fade away
Softly in his head
To get back on a path
And maybe live again
Seeing only tomorrow

But she moves slowly
Just be wary
She's too afraid of falling again
Creating a cloud to escape
Because it's only at altitude
May she find herself in fullness

ELLE AVANCE DOUCEMENT

"A Love Like No Other"

Recollections of flowing memories from when you entered my life
Your long black flowing hair & those beckoning eyes that still call me
It was obvious that we were never through which is why I returned
And in this world, who could ever say they knew of romance like this?
A Love Like No Other

Am deeply sorry for the pain I caused from an addiction that destroyed me
You were always the one & I struggled to cope with all I could not say
As time slowly passes by, I know in my heart you will be back in my arms one day
A Love Like No Other, a girl that gave me a reason to smile
A Love Like No Other, the connection of two souls that become one

Shane Beck (The Last American Poet)

1 - A Love Like No Other - Shane Beck

Jon Lock: Original Music: Bass, Drums, Organ, Horns, Vocals, Lyrics
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
https://jonlock.bandcamp.com/music
The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Funky as oily ass soggy french fries
Funky as stinky bass fishy pot pies  
Funky as poopy grass squishy with flies 
We be keep it funky and we shittin’ no lies 
Would it be funky if the bips didn’t bop, oh
Would it be funky if the hips didn’t hop, whoa
Would it be funky if the bass didn’t pop, no
Would I be a junky if I didn’t want it to stop, yea
He got blisters on his fingers and they starting to peel
He got two big blisters and it’s starting to get real
He gotta keep ‘em outta water if he want ’em to heal
Wear them gloves in the shower and when washing yo meal

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo’

Dip dip scoodley dip, cool whip all over my chips
Sippin’ on limp shrimp, wimps are the news skool pimps 
A plop a glop a top my new flip flop design
A crop a hops and a drop a slop for my swine 
Yo we got the flu shot that you got but we caught 
The new-dle two-dle funk crew-dle bug-adoodle  
Jibber Jabber don’t stop a hey hey hey a all day
Now come on over I’ll scoot right over and stay while Jon plays 
Funky see funky do funky spunky skunky crew
Funky rhymes funky lines funky crunky drunky times
Funky might makes funky right funky pluky dynamite 
Funky here funky there funky spunky everywhere

Wow, now that is damn funky, can you smell that bass, whew we, smells like burnt liver on hot summer day, Jon is on Fyre!

Why’s it funky when you haven’t funked for a week and then you start to itch ’n tweek 
And your knees be gettin’ soft ’n weak as the pressure reaches to a peak 
And a little bit starts to drip and leak  
That’s TMI
He got funk like pumpkins got pie 
Funk like bumpkins get by
Funk like stuck in deny
All funk like skunk ’n gettin’ high
Funkin’ til the day that we die

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

The funk 
It be 
Booming
Out the 
Trunk a hunk a junk ol’ clunk a mine
A chunka chunka went the bass and I got a fine
Combine with my divine design, rewind inclined to be funkinsteined 
I declined, I tor’ it up in yo face 
You turned up the bass
That’s right, you could hear it all over the place 
Funky is as funky does do you has pizazz
Funky is too funky that’s true and we has en masse
Funky is what funky wants how does he slap that bass
We be keep it funky now common shake that azz
Funky like a rusty spike infection on my toe
Funky like a crusty tyke with boogies out the nose 
Funky like my musty psych with dusty old pillows 
We be make it funky ’n got the stank to show
Will it still be funky if we, what
Spayed it with some poo-pourri,  hell yea
Will it still be funky if we, what
Made it from som’in’ all bourgeoisie, hell no

That’s what I been tryin’ to tell ya, the funks gotta be made from something nasty, it’s gotta be inta something kinky, it’s gotta talk all dirty, breath be stankin’ ’n such 

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

Yea, so what do you think Jon, you feeling that?
Oh yea
Alright, alright, alright, yo since you supplied me with that mad funky beat, I figured I’d go all mad scientist and flip what you sent me, and maybe you can lay down some of them golden vocals of yours
How’s that sound?
Sounds good

Well, the Couch King baby
Let’s turn the clock back to ’65
That’s where I like to hide out
It’s the place I really thrive
Well look out
Take your time now
This funk moves like a big fat cow
Yea, the Couch King baby
I tried to run but I could not hide
I tried to run 
But I could not find a place to hide

Funk'n Blisters

Jon Lock, Russ Sinfield, and the Couch King -Funk'n Blisters

The Live Rcording :
https://youtu.be/Y6oj_z7ZBT8
https://chrisjunos.bandcamp.com/album/greek-drama

Nightmare - Εφιάλτης

Spoken words: Kamal Imani
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/21299/one-tribe-yall-120bpm-disco-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/kamal-imani
https://soundcloud.com/oldschoolhiphopsoundtrack
Backing Track : Paploviante and Friends
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/disco-again-paploviante
Lillithe adding: Sax, Solo Guitar, Wha-Wha Guitar, Beat, Mix and Production

ONE TRIBE YALL  feat. Kamal Imani (Paploviante open collab)

Capsula / Paploviante
Paploviante: Slap Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Free Download

Capsula - Paploviante

Grungy tune about good old societal and personal division.

The Fall

PARTY TO PARTY
Written, Performed, Produced
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2024 AB Music
https://youtu.be/wI2iv2hjFQ4?si=7lnQCOjnGV_--ej7

V1
LOOK OUT FOR THE FUTURE
BEWARE OF THEIR PAST
THEY'LL MAKE AN ILLUSION
IT'S ALWAYS UNFAIR
V2
EVERYDAY A DECISION
IT'S ONE TO DISTRACT
WE'RE NOT BORN TO BE FAMOUS
IT'S JUST TO SURVIVE
Ref
EVERYDAY YOUR TAKING SOMETHING FROM MY HAND
THEIR ALWAYS TAKING THE LONG WAY HOME
Chorus
IT GOES
FROM PARTY TO PARTY
THE LIGHTS ARE ON BUT NOBODY IS HOME
FROM PARTY TO PARTY
WE CAN NEVER SEEM TO MAKE UP OUR MINDS
V3
QUESTIONS HAVE NO ANSWERS
THE TAX MAN DONT LIE
WE PAY FOR DISTRUCTION
AND END WITH LIES
Ref
EVERYDAY YOUR TAKING SOMETHING FROM MY HAND
THEIR ALWAYS TAKING THE LONG WAY HOME
Chorus
IT GOES
FROM PARTY TO PARTY
THE LIGHTS ARE ON BUT NOBODY IS HOME
FROM PARTY TO PARTY
WE CAN NEVER SEEM TO MAKE UP OUR MINDS
Break
Ref x1
Chorus x2

INFINITY

PARTY TO PARTY

Quatre murs (translated)

City Pulse

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man Project
Vocals & lyrics : Jenne Hennie

My dear hometown has everything
A place where I can smile and be happy
Friendly people, cozy streets
A local pub with all I need
But now I live in a noisy town
Busy people, I'm on my own
I think a lot about where I am
what am I doing? Why am I here?

I'm gonna pack my bags and leave
Back to the place where my heart is
To find peace and smile again
Friendly people, make a friend

Birdsong, laughter
No more heavy noise
Back to my hometown
I have made my choice

Birdsong, laughter
No more heavy noise
Back to my hometown
I have made my choice

So dear hometown here I come
Leave all the noise behind me
Walk down the cozy street
To the local pub with all I need
I am not a city girl
Its to much noise
That's for sure
The bags are packed
I'm ready to go
To the place my heart already know

I'm gonna pack my bags and leave
Back to the place where my heart is
To find peace and smile again
Friendly people, make a friend

Birdsong, laughter
No more heavy noise
Back to my hometown
I have made my choice

I'm gonna pack my bags and leave
Back to the place where my heart is
To find peace and smile again
Friendly people, make a friend

Birdsong, laughter
No more heavy noise
Back to my hometown
I have made a choice..

Back To My Hometown

Original music, arrangement, piano, organ; J.J. Terrell on.soundcloud.com/ErEWw3bHuvBBFXuw7
All guitars and final mix by Neno J.

Waiting for Noah (collab J.J. Terrell & Neno J.))

This is my Norwegian version of my song "was It You"

Lyrics and vocal by me
Music made in Garageband

The lyrics is in English in the description on my song "Was It You"    🌸
Listen to Was It You? (Original ) by Janne Hennie on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/ZYsns

North Norwegian Lyrics:

Konturan av dæ svinne hen
Du som en gang skinte så sterkt
Alt det du har gjort
Har brent sæ fast i mæ
I alle minnan æ har lagd..

Va det du? Va det sant?

Eller skapte æ en illusjon
Av det æ ville ha?
Hodet mitt e fullt av forvirring
Over den æ trudde æ så..

Va det du? Va det sant?

Æ malte mæ sjøl et bilde
Med det æ ville se..
Trudde virkelig æ så dæ
Men det va ikke sant..

Æ så dæ..
Men det va ikke sant....

Va Det Du?    Original (Norwegian version of my song "Was It You")

Melodic, indie, progressive house. Music & photography, D.k.A Spencer. (Dedicated to Diamond. 🐈.

Do You Love Me

We are at the crossroads
that will test our hearts

War, famine, and pestilence
shake us apart

People’s love will grow so cold,
Forgetting the way to light,

Broad is the path to destruction
Narrow, the way to life

[chorus]
Jesus is Lord, Jesus saves
Hosanna! 
To him, all glory and praise

We can all be like God
Is the serpent's lie

While we worship the work of our hands
In arrogance and pride

They tell us peace and safety,
Then destruction strikes

Broad is the path to destruction
Narrow, the way to life

Crossroads

If loving was all around. 332 ( 1994 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

We really hope that you enjoy our latest song "Magic Box" its been quite a while since our last song. Lizzie has added some really beautiful vocals and our collabs are always so effortless and fun!
Please go over to Lizzie's page and listen to more gorgeous songs @taylor-pentland   Thank you again for all of your kind plays shares and playlists!!

Vocals - Lizzie Taypen  and Annette
Lyrics - Annette and Lizzie Taypen
Piano and arrangement  - Annette
Harp- Annette
Strings - Annette
(c) Vocalatti and Lizzie Taypen  2024

Magic Box  (With Lizzie Taypen)

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)

Ice On Fire

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

WAIT FOR LOVE INSIDE A FALLING BOX

Ruizzoid Support