Beautiful melodies my friend... great tune...👊✌️

This a lovely little tune, I really dig it!

The track lives up to its title..I really like the guitar sound (open tuning..?) and the percussion..well done

Really cool track!  A relaxing song and very good guitar playing.  Nice job on this one.

Rock and country guitar progressions like this are the best

Really, really nice guitar sound with some lovely chords in there as well! Great track!

Lovely and pleasantly optimistic vibes. I like that acoustic guitar sound and performance.

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melodic rock track by Earth Patriot recorded in 2021.
Hope you like it. Pls Share and Comment!

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/earth-patriot-come-on-let-me-take-the-weight-of-the-world-of-your-shoulders

come on let me take the weight of the world of your shoulders

Come on let me take the Weight of the World of your Shoulders ...

(translation above)

Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour : 
1er thème : clavier neuf et vieux cahier
2e thème : Mme Mangouste et M. Cobra

Mots imposés : de 1 à 5 syllabes
Gel (ou gèle) – Gilet – Cléopâtre – wagon-citerne - archéoptéryx

Song written in the framework of the writing workshops of Claude Lemesle, huge French lyricist, with for 1st theme : new keyboard and old notebook
2nd theme : Mrs Mongoose and Mr Cobra

Mandatory words : from 1 to 5 syllables
Gel (or freeze) - Gilet - Cleopatra - tank car - archaeopteryx

La Myope et la Beauté

Un jour que je spleenais dans un train sans saveur,
Je vis, sur un des sièges, un vieux cahier laissé
Peut-être par un scribe en ce siècle égaré ;
Et ce wagon si terne a repris des couleurs.

Voici donc, sans mentir, ce qui était écrit :
La reine Cléopâtre avait une mangouste
Comme unique animal de douce compagnie
Plus chaude, s’il en est, qu’une froide langouste.

Mais Madame Mangouste, hormis d’être une flèche,
Beaucoup plus qu’une taupe, était tout à fait myope.
Dédaignant les lunettes, elle était sur la brèche
Comme va le montrer cette suite interlope.

À travers ses faux cils, la reine un soir contait 
La passionnante vie des archéoptéryx
Au petit Césarion qui, de loin, préférait
À ces récits barbants, les BD d’Astérix.

Mais c’était sans compter sa mangouste bigleuse
Qui confondit le haut de son royal diadème
Avec un vrai cobra d’une âme belliqueuse
À la gueule affamée comme après un carême !

Son grand cœur sur la patte, il fallait la sauver.
Agile, elle sauta, mais glissa sur le gel
Dont dame Cléopâtre à l’excès tartinait
Ses longs cheveux bouclés pour rester toujours belle.

Le mortifère croc mordit le cou d’albâtre
D’où, sur le marbre froid, tout le sang a gilé .
C’est ainsi que mourut la belle Cléopâtre
Par cause de myopie et d’excès de beauté.

J’ai voulu, en hommage au scribe sans délai,
Dans cette page où mon clavier neuf a serti
La copie rapportée dans ces quelques couplets
Offrir la vérité d’une histoire inouïe.

Myckaël Marcovic, le 10 décembre 2021

The Myopic and the Beauty

One day I was spleen in a train without flavor,
I saw, on one of the seats, an old notebook left
Perhaps by a scribe in this lost century;
And this so dull car took again colors.

Here then, without lying, was what was written:
Queen Cleopatra had a mongoose
As the only animal of sweet company
Hotter, if it is, than a cold lobster.

But Mrs. Mongoose, apart from being an arrow,
Much more than a mole, was quite short-sighted.
Disdaining glasses, she was on the alert
As this interloping suite will show.

Through her false eyelashes, the queen one evening told 
The fascinating life of the archaeopteryx
To little Caesarion who, by far, preferred
Asterix comics to these boring tales.

But it was without counting his mongoose
Who mistook the top of his royal tiara
With a real cobra of a warlike soul
With a mouth as hungry as after Lent!

Her big heart on her paw, it was necessary to save her.
Agile, she jumped, but slipped on the gel
With which Lady Cleopatra spread her long curly hair
Her long curly hair to remain always beautiful.

The deadly fang bit the alabaster neck
From which, on the cold marble, all the blood gelled.
It is thus that died the beautiful Cleopatra
Because of myopia and excess of beauty.

I wanted, in homage to the scribe without delay,
In this page where my new keyboard has set
The copy reported in these few verses
To offer the truth of an unheard story.

Myckaël Marcovic, December 10, 2021

La Myope et la Beauté

Disposable Music and Collectible Razors is the second album by Labobros, realeased on the 20th December 2021. This is an experimental album in terms of sounds, music styles and languages.

So many collaborations from every part of the world like: Cesareo (Elio e le Storie Tese), Paolo Tofani (Area International Group), Mourad Musset (La Rue Ketanou), Jinian Wilde (David Cross Band), Peter Lacey, Jade Marie, Pasquale Nigro, Alfonso Sacchetti, Benigno Grillo, Roberto De Rosis, Natale Novellis, Serafino Zangaro, Vero Luz, Joe Figg, Gabriele Vignati.

Disposable Music and Collectible Razors

Egg Fields (Feat. Jinian Wilde)

A song about going through the motions and feeling insignificant

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I can be there if you want me
I can give you space if you need time
Floating away on the breeze
Replaying this old pantomime

What time did love arrive?
When did affection slip out of the room?
But we're just two people
And what the hell can we do?

The stars explode lifetimes away
Our lives played out like a shadow play
Where did it go time washed away
Our lives played out one more matinee

I can be strong if you'd let me
Not just taking up space and wasting time
Good intentions lost at sea
Two sinners chasing the sublime

What time did love arrive?
When did affection slip out of the room?
But we're just two people
And what the hell can we do?

The stars explode lifetimes away
Our lives played out like a shadow play
Where did it go time washed away
Our lives played out one more matinee

The stars explode lifetimes away
Our lives played out like a shadow play
Where did it go time washed away
Our lives played out one more matinee

Pantomime

"Warriors For Revival" is the origin of our songwriting experience. We submitted this track for a songwriting contest within the church. Of course it was rejected as it is too intense even for the youth audience. However a decade later we've decided to remaster it, from amateur studio recording to professional home recording. It takes a passion and effort to nail this song's nuance, which is why we reproduce it purely DIY and not entrusting it to unpassioned studio engineer. Here you go, a decade old gem from our musical mind!

Memories From The Past

Warriors For Revival

Yin Yang

A remaster of the original from 2022.

LYRICS

What's that that you said to me?
You're off-put by the lack of alcohol.
You're not prepared just to be.
You'll find another standing by the wall.
You're not sure what you wanna be.
But you're so sure that he is not the one.
You say that he is just a geek.
I think it's sad that you can't tell at all.

You  meant no offences.
You sat in the fences.
And watched the world pass you by.
A coke head girl.
A stupid girl.

Your phone is recording.
These people are boring.
Don't even want to get high.

You're holding hands as you're walking down the street.
Will thus one last more than a mile?
Identical to the three before.
Your bedroom door I'd a turnstile.
It's so ridiculous you can't even see.
That the results will be the same.
The same ingredients done in the same way.
You'll end up with the same old cake.

You  meant no offences.
You sat in the fences.
And watched the world pass you by.
A coke head girl.
A stupid girl.

Your phone is recording.
These people are boring.
Don't even want to get high.

Your looks are receding.
But you are not seeing it.
Don't even want to get high.
A coke head girl.
A stupid girl.


Stupid Girl

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Spring Day

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Red Moon

Don't get too close. It's dark inside.
It's where my demons hide....

In My Darkest Dreams

I was born in 1971 and I play guitar for fun. In this channel my freestyle. I've never studied music, I play by ear and I do everything myself with my Squier guitar, Boss DS-1 distortion and my Zoom

Spring Day

Stefano Pierini

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