Piano and Strings

The Earth Love

Summer Solstice (Remix)

ATTENTION Disclaimer:  The music track that I’m playing lead & improvising over is not mine and I do not own it. The track is created by Root Backing Tracks and all credit goes to him for the music track creation which I have listed below. Check out Root Backing Tracks on YouTube and Bandcamp. The links below are to the original material by the artist.  

Obtained from: Root Backing Tracks
YouTube site: https://www.youtube.com/@rootbackingtracks
Backing Track Title: Metal Ballad 80's Backing Track in Dm
YouTube Track channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFEHJJK-PF0
Bandcamp Website: https://rootbackingtracks.bandcamp.com/

Date: 8/30/24
Song Title: Night Time Desires 
The lead, improvising over the track was done with the following;
Picture with Track: Is what the Guitar looks like.
Guitar Used: 91 Ibanez RG550 with HSH configuration
Color: Purple Metallic 
Strings: Ernie Ball Super Slinky 9-42 and Hybrid 9-46
DAW: Reaper
AmpSim: Joe Petrucci Neural DSP 
Preset: Solo Lost
Interface: Focusrite 2i2 2nd Gen

Raw: What does RAW mean to me, not having undergone processes of preparing, finishing, refining, or mastering: It is what was recorded at that time in its current state.
Comments: Please follow if you like, comment if you like and I’m opened to feedback to improve my playing, recording, mixing etc.  Thanks for listening \m/.

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Night Time Desires

<< my last walk in the french quarter>>

I’m crossing Ursulines
To the park by the riverside
And the cold wind stings
And it don’t help my blues

It’s still dark outside
not another soul in sight
Then an old man comes up
“I bet I know
Where u got yo shoes”

“Well you got them on your feet!”
But then he sees my tear stained cheeks
“Son, I’ll leave you alone, you’ve got troubles on your on,
It's these women here, you know”,and then he turns around and goes

And so I continue on.
And I hear the river sing her song
It comforts me Til i believe i can be strong

into the breaking dawn
Saint Louis' spires begin to glow
It’s time to face the music 
This i know

Another Red sky at morning
and it’s too late to heed the warning
You know I never did belong
The french quarter’s not my home
here i never can be free
I know you’ll never leave


So there’s nothing left to say
I’ll just be on my way
But i will keep you in my heart Until I fade away

My last walk in the quarter

This collab with my Dear HyLGZ22 - Let him tread only on floors covered with rose petals - is a surrealistic tribal experimenttion on percussions and horns.

Musique : HyLGZ22 & Damga. Texte : Damga & HyLGZ22

"Lactescence lunaire sous les vibrations d'une onde mystique et ténébreuse. Tu t'agrippes à mes chevilles et te dissous en secret dans l'océan de mes pensées chastes et merveilleuses. Cela serait parfait sans les pétales tombés des fleurs pourpres et les herbes couchées sous nos corps qui roulent. Sans les salamandres de nos instincts crépusculaires et émaciés. Sans la circonférence intense de ton sexe démultiplié dans les angles circonflexes de mes possessions démoniaques.

Tu bandes donc tu es ! Je mouille donc j'essuie.

Je danse nue sur le bord de la falaise, sous les lunules concupiscentes de nos espérances polymérisées. Et le chaos des vagues emporte mon cœur béant dans le ressac de tes désirs, dans la polymorphie de nos accouplements, dans la sombre splendeur de ta servitude gynarchique.
Ta langue têtue s’obstine à ma confluence, dans les langueur gluantes de mon plaisir fractal. Ton membre furieux lutte dans la cage d’acier poli qui le contient et le dompte. Moi seule aie la clé de ton assouvissement, mais jalousement je la garde contre ma peau comme un talisman lémurien.

Je plonge de la falaise, dans l’océan primordial de tes créations fantasmatiques. Les tentacules insidieux des poulpes, les algues lutineuses aux ondoiements serpentins, les pinces nacrées des squilles dépècent mes certitudes et coagulent mes perplexités. Ruisselantes et majestueuse, j’émerge des flots pour m’élever à nouveau au firmament des églogues rutilantes. Et, rêveuse et insouciante, je m’allonge à tes côtés, parfumant ta couche d’hésitations et de cyprine.

Comme les foules en sueur devant l’abbatiale, je contemple avec délectation le statuaire grotesque de nos amours indomptées. Les gargouilles s’accouplent voluptueusement avec les stryges, dans une orgie pourprée et foisonnante. Tu bénis mes solerets de platine et ordonne les ardillons dépenaillés de mes spalières. Et ta fougue marmoréenne inonde mes courbures émouvantes de ses jaillissements nacrés. Et nous nous envolons sur les ailes duveteuses de nos longs spasmes époustouflants et synchrones.
Les longues rémiges lunaires s’ébrouent de nos émerveillements vertigineux. Le paysage laiteux nous englobe de sa chaude humidité non-euclidienne. Et les pigments des ailes pulvérulentes des papillons adhèrent à nos épidermes en sueur.

Par-delà les champignons blancs et pelucheux des nuages, nous courons vers les galaxies éperdues de beauté irréelles, vers la blessure sanglante de l’aube, dans le velours uni de la nuit."

Cantique Surréaliste Et Pulvérulent

J'déprime   (Translation after the French text )

Texte      : Hedi Maindor
Chant     :  DidWilcops
Musique : Alain Illos

J’ai c’qu’on appelle du vague à l’âme
Une dérive passagère
Avec le cœur au bord des larmes
Et dans les yeux un peu d’hiver
S’il ne faut pas que je m’alarme
Me disent tant d’amies sincères
Et si mon mal n’est pas un drame
Faut pas le prendre à la légère 


Rien ne m’attire ni ne m’enflamme
Dans cette vie trop ordinaire
Où plus j’avance et plus je rame
Navigatrice solitaire
En dépression je fais mes grammes
Le chocolat les somnifères
Les bourre et bourre et ratatam
A la lumière du frigidaire

J’déprime, j’déprime
C’est pas ma vie, c’est pas mon film 
J’ai pas signé pour ce nanar
J’déprime, j’déprime
C’est pas ma vie, c’est pas mon dream
Faut pas en faire toute une histoire 


La nuit je triche avec mes charmes 
Sur un « meetic »  point fr.
Que hantent tant de jolies dames
A l’aventure d’un partenaire
Et là je suis sans état d’âme
Avec des hommes sans mystère
Leur appétit de macadam
Réveille en moi un goût pervers

 
J’ai c’qu’on appelle du vague à l’âme
Une dérive suicidaire
Avec le corps qui se désarme
Et dans le nez un petit verre
Sous les regards qui me blâment
Des conventions je me libère
Je ris je pleure et je me damne 
Toutes mes amies se désespèrent


A l’hôpital patiente et calme
Je me retrouve un soir d’hiver
Quittant la vie sans faire de drame
On m’a posé un cathéter
Bientôt la mort mais non Madame 
Me crie l’urgentiste en colère
Il vous faut un supplément d’âme
Et moi je suis célibataire



I'm depressed

I've got what's called a "vague à l'âme "
A momentary drift
With my heart on the verge of tears
And in my eyes a little winter
If I shouldn't be alarmed
So many sincere friends tell me
And if my pain is not a drama
Don't take it lightly 

Nothing attracts or inflames me
In this too ordinary life
Where the further I go the more I row
Lonely sailor
In depression I do my grams
Chocolate and sleeping pills
The stuffing and stuffing and ratatam
By the light of the fridge


I'm depressed, I'm depressed
It's not my life, it's not my movie 
I didn't sign up for this
I'm depressed, I'm depressed
It's not my life, it's not my dream
Don't make a big deal out of it 

At night I cheat with my charms 
On a “meetic” dot fr.
Haunted by so many lovely ladies
In search of a partner
And there I'm with no qualms
With men without mystery
Their appetite for tarmac
Awakens a perverse taste in me

I've got what's called a vague à l'âme
A suicidal drift
With my body disarmed
And a little drink in my nose
Under glances that blame me
I free myself from convention
I laugh I cry and I damn myself 
All my friends despair

In the hospital, patient and calm
I find myself on a winter's evening
Leaving life without drama
They put in a catheter
Soon to die, but no, Madame 
An angry emergency doctor shouts at me
You need a little extra soul
And I'm a bachelor

J'déprime avec Did Wilkops

waking up

Composed and written by: Mizero 2024
Video: https://youtu.be/0NOVRbbFmIQ?si=9wT_clIQJxrbL7dk 
Lyrics:
curiosity killed the cat
but satisfaction brought it back
always look a gift horse
in the mouth
because there's strings attached
all's well that ends well
any port in a storm
loose lips sink ships
and love will
keep you warm
actions speak louder than words
and all roads lead to Rome
all hands on deck
i wish all roads led to Home
all good things come to those who wait
birds of a feather flock together 
a dollar short and a day late
better late than never

never judge a book by it's cover
unless it is your lover

dead men tell no tales
and clothes don't make the man
don't cry over spilled milk
and catch as catch can
easy come, easy go
everything has a price
love will find a way, you know
let happiness suffice

actions speak louder than words
and all roads lead to Rome
all hands on deck
i wish all roads led to Home
all good things come to those who wait
birds of a feather flock together 
a dollar short and a day late
better late than never

never judge a book by it's cover
unless it is your lover...

Your Lover

Your Lover | Video

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Dobro Acoustic Guitar solo. Harmonica solo. Steinway Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Baritone Guitar Rhythm. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm. Acoustic Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Full Kit Drum set. Percussion Bongos, Congas, Cow Bell, Chime Tree, Rainstick.

Orleans

Bayou

Wizard (2021) Anthology CD4 Track 12

I'm on Drums🤗 I love this band so much✨
Thank you Uziel,Jeff,Stephen&Terry~~much Respect✨

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Vocals, Lyrics, Original Idea, Acoustic Guitar, and Artwork

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Electric Guitar & Bridge

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synths & Production

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Catch up with the first 10 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz):

We all chose it, we arrived here at this self-same place
he liked to think that he had earned it
but that simply not the case.
He just dreamed it up one sunday afternoon
while drowsing and lounging in the Ether
where the US resides
while living on a Proton Banished
to the outskirts of a single Atom
In a single Universe-
It was a wicked Curse, specifically designed for him
A scorcerer, Albert Rufus Smith
Stole a Rocket ship and he took it to Uriah
He was a rascal and scoundrel and a liar and a thief
But he had a magic knife that he had won in a game of dice
on a stormy night in a corner of some ruins
in the desert in december by the fire light with some other witches from Oaxaca
where he'd Spied Roberta picking magic mushrooms naked in the moonlight
with her brothers and her sisters and some others from the Bus-
It seems that Albert Rufus Smith Was Smitten

The eternal now is Wow
When we wonder why we wander
where we will
while walking walking walking to fulfill
the contemplated vacancy
Beyond the vast Horizen

Alberts knife was sliver with a handle made of Amber
when he held it high above his head
it gave off a blinding light
and on that night on the planet of Uriah
when Gus and all his jolly happy hopeful holograms arrived
on that Beat-up Bus
That formulated plan in Alberts wicked head
appeared to be on Track
had he not been messmerized by Roberta's perfect presence and physic
he might have pulled it off, that dirty rotten little sneak--

Sid and Larry caught him and his Cronies
trying to steal the bus and Abduct
Sally and Roberta too, Who
were sleeping on the bus in the back together as they always do,
And Gus was not Amused-
Albert seemed to be confused until he held his Magic knife up high
and blinded ever bodies eye
and in a frantic flight he escaped into the distant night--

Albert Rufus Smith(Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #11)

8-31-2023-Rest In Peace Mom "You will always be my Hero". JustSomeGuy \m/

I hope everyone is doing well. If your here it's because you love music. If I can create something, anyone can so believe in yourself and keep rocking no matter what life presents you. \m/

This is a Special thanks to all who have listened, collaborated, commented and supported me with encouragement to continue doing what I do. Don't stop throwing the \m/'s.

My Music Style: 80's AOR, Rock, Glam, Metal, Thrash, Metal Genre's.

My Genre Listening: Classical, Blues, Rock, Electronica, All forms of Metal, New Age, New Wave, Pop and anything that really pulls me in \m/.

My Music: It's not complicated, what your hear is my style. I have fun in what I put down but strive to experiment in other areas where I may be limited.

Artist Backing Tracks:  They are from YouTube, and Bandcamp. PM me for a complete listing.

My Axes: (USA & Japan) Charvel, Ernie Ball, ESP, Hamer, Ibanez, Jackson, Kramer, Fender, Martin, Washburn, 

My Plans: YouTube Channel for gear reviews.

Night Time Desires

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