Very authentic, intimate sound -- I like how it picks up too. Nicely done

Fantastic folk vibe! Great performance!!!

Acoustic guitar driven track with three part harmony and current, newsworthy lyrics

NoWhere Ok

Quijote en un mundo cuerdo...

Letra por Béjar Music:

Mi culito entre la hierba
tu mirada te delata.
Te gustó mucho la idea
de juntar nuestras caderas.
 
Otoño ´pa´ nosotros primavera
y al acercarte el sol quema.
Verano tras un largo invierno
mi sonrisa entre tus piernas.
 
Tras el sol nos arropó la luna
escucha bien esta canción de cuna.

Aire y agua, tierra y fuego
que no se acabe el roce de tu cuerpo.
Vida y muerte, llanto y risa
abrázame esta noche sin prisa.
 
Esta noche será eterna
escucha bien lo que te digo…
Empezando en tus caderas 
y acabando en tu ombligo.
 
Quijote en un mundo cuerdo
déjame ser tu escudero.
Si te pones a echar cuentas
esta historia acaba en Cuenca.

Tras el sol nos arropó la luna
escucha bien esta canción de cuna.

Aire y agua, tierra y fuego
que no se acabe el roce de tu cuerpo.
Vida y muerte, llanto y risa
abrázame esta noche sin prisa.

Aire y agua, tierra y fuego
que no se acabe el roce de tu cuerpo.
Vida y muerte, llanto y risa
abrázame esta noche sin prisa.

Tu Escudero

Azazel has always been a mysterious name that has aroused great curiosity. It is mentioned in ancient Jewish writings and has been the source of inspiration for much fiction, including some of Isaac Asimov's stories to which my song refers.

Azazel

and now for something completely different…
This song had been half-finished for an age and in a spirit of new-found whimsy I have faux-finished it 😊.  I had rather a lot of fun singing the pixie backing vocals!  Written sung, made and played by Emma.
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i saw mermaids, real live mermaids
swimming in that little bay
the secret one where dreams allow us
freedom yet for breathing

i saw elves, the wood-elf kind
when i was walking through the forest
green and golden sunshine drifts through
leaves and i feel magic

i feel magic in the air, i know i am alive at last
i can taste it on my tongue, it feels so.... it feels so....
i don’t know how i’ve been living here so long and never...
o... it’s magic

i saw serpents real live serpents
swimming in the backyard creek
twining tangle shadow waters
i can feel you calling – and the sun on water sparkles

i saw lights in many colours
i was holding out my hand to
gather in the pieces of you
floating on the water

i feel magic in the air, the endless possibilities, 
i taste them hold them on my tongue
run wild as all the colours run
over me now, over and over and over -  it’s magic....

i feel magic in the air...

No Targets

Huddled in a hallway making secret mindless chatter
A finger that points at you and the giggles that come after
Spreading all the latest news, those Lilliputians
Find their strength in number

Walk towards a noisy room, deathly quiet when you enter
Look across those shallow eyes that turn and smuggly whisper
Wait your turn in line, (I am waiting), but the teller
Shuts his wicket on your number

Had enough of this, small talk
The most useless information
Oh Small talk, making worse my situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
When you're the last to know

Mutated seeds that snowball down the biggest mountains
Contaminated water flowing from never ending fountains
And it's carried on by all the empty lives
Living someone else's

Had enough of this small talk
The most useless information
Oh, Small talk, making worse my situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
Had enough of this small talk
The most useless information
Oh, Small talk, making worse the situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
And you're the last to know

When you're the last to know
Small talk, enough of that, small talk, ya,
Small talk, enough of that, small talk
Small talk, enough of that, small talk

V3.21

Small Talk

Et voici une nouvelle collaboration avec ma très chère Damga:

https://soundcloud.com/user-695098998-934873219

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Que les chiens me pardonnent ;
Mais, toi, le spéciste qui se la donne,
Toi, dépourvu d'empathie et pourri de pouvoir,
Veux-tu être mon chien ce soir ?

Ainsi tu seras un bon garçon,
En prière devant mon giron,
Léchant à terre, mon élixir doré,
Suppliant pour être attaché.

Alors j'enfoncerai ce saint axe
Et à chacun de tes cris, viendra une taxe.
Gicleur en geyser de joie,
Sera effacée, toute trace de toi.

Que les chiens me pardonnent,
Mais toi, je te traiterai sans borne
Tel que les humains l'affectionnent ,
Déshumanisée, ma petite salope à pénis sera bonne.

Que les chiens me pardonnent

Veux-Tu être Mon Chien Ce Soir ?  Damga & Wivresse

Enough Love feat. SilverBella / Paploviante Music
Vocals and Lyrics:
SilverBella
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/21138/enough-love-main-vocals-61bpm-soul-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/silverbellasings
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix, Picture and Mastering

No Targets

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