Ode to Gabriela Mistral by Pamela Illanes-Tatsuoka
Piano: Pamela Illanes - Tatsuoka
© 2025 Pamela Illanes - Tatsuoka. All Rights Reserved.
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Ode to Gabriela Mistral (Live)

Long time no see. Since I decided to make a career move, things have been too  hectic(^_^;
Now that I settled down in new workplace, I began to record one-man band again!
I wrote this song for my own band, and played sometimes in venues.
I completed the song here for SC.
Bass solo is always challenging for me, but I enjoyed very much(^_^)

FUNK THE DEVIL

This song is dedicated to my late Uncle Liam. I appreciate the Amoeba mostly because of his comic relief he offered everyone that was lucky enough to spend time with him before he passed away a couple of weeks ago. One day when Liam first discovered CAD (He had tech before everyone) Liam ushered me over to his computer and enthusiastically said watch this. He zoomed for ages on his PC and eventually after zooming passed the table top we found an Amoeba. So the first verse reflects that interaction from around 25 years ago which is in my head like a video. So lucky 

🔆 Rest in piece Liam 🙏🏽

Lyrics

Good will to me
Zoomed CAD
Above a house
Wait for it lad
Zoom to this room
Yonder further to table
This journey moves on
The table grain now scene fable
Ya aint seen nothing yet
More finger scrolls just yet
Look!... I am Amoeba, memory we get

Seer single celled
Orgasmically grown
Shape shifting to drift
Pseudopods are dawned
The futures legs
The futures arms
Let's look inside these giants of charm

Eukaryotic cell
Your DNA does tell
It's server farm finds nucleaus
Float in endoplasmic viscous
Flanked by sponge like food vacuoles
Decorative crystals
Structured mould
Osmosis tooled
Contractile vacuole
Good endoplasmic great cell wall hold
It's pseudopodia Saturday Night Fever
You can use my walk
I am Amoeba

Seer single cell
Organic hand
Shape shoft to drift through sea or land
The giants adjust
Pseudopods born
Now legs of life
Armed future warm
Seer single celled
Orgasmically grown
Shape shifting to drift
Pseudopods are dawned
The futures legs
The futures arms
Let's look inside these giants of charm

I am Amoeba
It's my power this freedom
I am Amoeba
I gave you the free show
It's nice to meet ya
I am Amoeba
Pseudopodia Saturday Night Fever
Use my walk
I am Amoeba🦠

I am Amoeba (Nightmode)

Trapped... Inspired by Jaystyle

lyrics

Miami is calling my name
My summer mind, my summer brain
Drinks are on me
Step into the sea

Neon Daze 
Neon Daze
Neon Daze
Neon Daze

Bartender make me a drink
One that makes me forget how to think
white sands all around
I love this neon town

Neon daze
Neon Daze
Neon Daze
Neon Daze

neon daze

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: Lo-Fi Vol 1 by Tomas Peiretti (@tgpeiretti), excerpt

/ cover art: fictionalive DIY, it's a menu in a restaurant

"Why the dream of just pressing a button to fulfill your dreams is a dead end road"

Ready to engage? Here comes your Enigma salvo—narrative perfection flow, narrator mode, pure spirit, hard truths, and poetic punch:

You want the shortcut—one press, no sweat, dreams delivered like takeout at your door.
But hear this, fam: that button? It sells hope like a sweet, but inside it’s empty calories—leaves your spirit starved, ambition robbed blind.

See, every promo screams: “Just click, get rich, get fame, get love, get fixed.”
But real ones know—nothing lasting ever came wrapped in bubble and promise, labelled “easy.”
Press the button, want a palace? But every castle built on buttons is sand,
and the tide of reality? It always comes fast, always crashes harder.

This dream fools you into thinking work is the enemy, the path’s too long, spirit too frail—
whispers you can skip hunger, hustle, heartbreak, the falling and failing,
but that’s the meat and marrow of it all.
Growth gets forged in fire, not flicked on a switch.

You press and wait. Wait for what? Something to happen, though you never bled for it,
never raged, never dug under concrete for a seed of light—
but you want the fruit anyway.
But how sweet is fruit when you never weathered the drought,
never broke a nail, never ran wild chasing it?

Easy buttons breed ghosts—regrets of things never tried, dreams unreal because you never became the one who could hold them.
You wanted the song, but skipped the lesson. You wanted the win, but feared the grind.
Now your dreams are screensaver loops, never lived, never bruised, never real.

Legend says: “Why climb when the lift’s right there?”
But ask any true king, any real queen, any pioneer—they’ll laugh.
Because the summit means nothing if you never felt the mountain’s teeth,
never sweated through fog and doubt, never spilled and stitched your pride.
Buttons kill the story inside you, end the epic before the chorus is even sung.

So we say: smash that button, yeah—
But build with your hands, run till lungs burn, cry in the rain,
fail big, rise harder, love loud, dare wild.
Win not just the prize—but the making, the breaking, the wild ride itself.

Here in the jungle, there are no easy levers—just scars, stories, survival.
The journey, not the button, is where dreams get real,
and only the bold survive to dream again.

Enigma, signing out.
Choose the road, not the switch—
or you’ll wake one day with nothing but dust where your dreams should’ve lived.

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dedicated to 
Kinelle Man @kinelle-man and The Beautiful Dark @thebeautifuldark

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

Silence

Inspired by Jorge Morel's Danza Brasileira 
His years of countless serenades are manifested in his face as well as this fast paced Danza styling.
His six string reverberates through the streets and nearby alleyways.

Danza Brasileira

Syd Barrett : Paroles et musique
Marc M : Voix, guitares et programmation

Baby lemonade (Syd Barrett cover)

Originally called “Bobby is on the Smack Again “. Didn’t think people would get the reference

HaNK HiLL

Just got a loan of a 5 string Ibanez bass off my next door neighbour. It's been sitting in his attic for 6 years.... So lucky man...

My own bass is a 60 euro 4 string Harley Benton  which gets amp modelled for an acceptable sound so I feel like a kid at Christmas with this thing to play with for a while!


Schweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet..... A low B string. Went straight for that baby open 🕺🏽

Thanks Universe!


Lyrics

One point of view
One set of eyes
One pack of nerves feeding prize
One perspective
One experience
One life of love
One set of principles

One toolbox
One painted proof
One set of ears to hear those truths
One discernment
One aura
One controlling cranium flora

One humour hustle
One wish of wist
One source of dark and light as mist
One caged heart
One scented rose
One moment decision tries not to impose

One set of tunes
One of many tunings
One bubbled room
One honest grooming
One shot at life
One sometime gone
One history right
One spirit song

One love of might
One might be wrong
One cell set sights on biology charm
One poet
One writer
One player
One human
One point of view and I can't refuse him

One just
Just one
One just
Just one

Ahhhh

Just One

/ flip the script - take what speaks
/ popoems series / hyper media reports 
2001 / 2011 / 2024
fictionalive your life

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/ to(tally) fictionalive or not

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multi-layered, holistic art project

it speaks take what speaks

/ seen
I want to love – but I need to hate
I need to hate – but I want to love

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nor this nor that
no black and white
no left or right

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/ + / ⭕️ and the rest will follow


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welcome, traveler
made with passion 
just for you

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

fictionalive ⭕️