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A song about an odyssey to buy cough syrup(other brands are available) #folk #blues #comedy

Medicine Man

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Nadie es perfecto

Eran las cuatro de la mañana                                     
cuando medio en sueños algo oyó
en silencio fue a la ventana
y en la calle a nadie encontró.

Pero en la puerta vio a su hermano
con toda la angustia a flor de piel
le anunció con pena y desgarro
“madre muere y te quiere ver”.

En un momento duda qué hacer
pero enseguida se decide
pues piensa que si hoy existe
es gracias a quien va a fallecer.

Piensa también que son treinta años
desde la última vez que la vio
pues cuando sólo era un muchacho
las herencias ya los separó.	

Cuando se acerca hacia su casa
se detiene y mira hacia atrás
no se cree aún lo que pasa
viendo años de felicidad.

En lo más hondo de sus entrañas
siente rabia y ganas de llorar
y algo en su interior que le arrastra
casi en contra de su voluntad.

Cuando  penetra en la habitación
busca su cara en el lecho
y con la emoción en su pecho
le dice “hola, madre, soy yo”

Cuando la ve coger su mano
esforzándose por sonreír
siente que todo está acabando
pero se alegra al verla feliz.

Al ver su rostro moribundo
que lucha en un mar de sollozos
desprecia esta bárbaro mundo
de envidias, rencores y odios.

“Tranquilo hijo: nadie, nadie es perfecto
y todos nos equivocamos”
es la última voz de sus labios
quedándose mirando al cielo.

Nobody is perfect

It was four in the morning
when half in a dream he heard something
in silence he went to the window
and on the street he found no one.

But at the door he saw his brother
with all his anguish on the surface
he announced to him with pain and heartbreak
"mother dies and wants to see you."

For a moment he doubts what to do
but immediately makes up his mind
because he thinks that if she exists today
it is thanks to the one who is going to die.

He also thinks that it has been thirty years
since the last time he saw her
because when he was only a boy
the inheritances had already separated them.

When he approaches his house
he stops and looks back
he still can't believe what is happening
seeing years of happiness.

Deep inside him
he feels rage and wants to cry
and something inside him that drags him
almost against his will.

When he enters the room
he looks for her face in the bed
and with emotion in his chest
he says to her “hello, mother, it's me”

When he sees her take his hand
trying to smile
he feels that everything is ending
but he is happy to see her happy.

When he sees her dying face
struggling in a sea of ​​sobs
he despises this barbaric world
of envy, resentment and hatred.

“Calm down, son: nobody, nobody is perfect
and we all make mistakes”
is the last voice from his lips
as he stares at the sky.

Nadie es perfecto

90's inspire rock produced in Metro Detroit.

Look at you save the day pushing weary souls out of the way.
I guess I'm on my own.
It's not your call, it's not your lie. Excuse yourself from action all the time.
It doesn't have to be this way.
10 years of being sore. Leaves you wanting so much more 
Who will help you?

Cast aside the broken laws, and saddle up for one more cause.
Painting picture you want to see, like a bag of candied misery.
A can of whoop-ass it's all the same. Common sense is so mundane.
Learn the lesson. Who will save you?

Why try to help me when ribbons in your hair is all they see.
You're not the one that they deceive. 
Unmarked grave for one you love, viewing history from high above.
Above another moral line.
Dime store economists say salvation cannot exist.
Who will help you?

Cast aside the broken laws, and saddle up for one more cause.
Painting picture you want to see, like a bag of candied misery.
A can of whoop-ass it's all the same. Common sense is so mundane.
Learn the lesson. Who will save you?

And then we walk away. Honest wage and simple ways left behind.
And then we run away. You decide who will fly, learn the lesson.

Lessons

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Eleven Golden Ducks

Vocal : Magdalena Meisel, Jacek Przydryga
Music : Magdalena Meisel, Jacek Przydryga, Marcel Różanka, Jarosław Toifl
Lyrics : Krzysztof Wartak
Producer/publisher : Krzysztof Wartak, Malovana

Inspiration: Eleven Golden Ducks – The song Eleven Golden Ducks refers to the gold rush that attracted people to places like Colorado Springs in the 19th century, in order to get rich quick. The lyrics of the song refer to this historical event, but in a metaphorical way, the social connection to material success. The symbolism of the "golden ducks" to the illusion of wealth, the so-called fool's gold, an illusory value, one of many chases, only one from sight of what is really important. The pursuit of gold continues, but for the girl, "fool's gold" has no value. She wants something more from the rich sly, than just material wealth, searching for the "golden spirit", which is meaning and external connection. The number eleven in the lyrics, symbolizes the angelic location of the connection of souls - the "golden soul", which symbolizes unity and spiritual wholeness, as well as love and bonding between people. The golden duck in relation to cricket, refers to the term "golden duck", which is used in this sport. In cricket, the "golden duck" is used when a batsman (striker) is bowled out in his first over, which is very unlucky in the first instance of a ground ball. The "golden duck" is a symbol of failure and that game, resulting in an effect or outcome.

In the context of the song, the reference to the "golden duck" symbolizes access to a quick source or success that ends in failure. A girl doesn't want to have a guy and his one, golden card in a financial institution with one footnote.

In reality, it is about finding intangible values, spirituality, authentic relationships and peace of heart and soul, instead of blindly pursuing illusory wealth.


Lyrics :

Golden soul…eleven
Golden spirit, golden soul

I will give you all the gold in the world,
Gold cards in every institution,
Got accounts in eleven banks, unfurled.
Tempted by prohibition, no ilusion.

The stone glare blinded people
That’s what you want, you’re a fool
Yes, yes you have to go to school
When Colorado Springs woke up
You’re thinking ‘bout the map
Yo’ll achieve gold, don’t give up
You’re thinking ‘bout the map
Yo’ll achieve gold, don’t give up

Prostitution holds no sway
All the gold, just for you
For you, I’ll give it all away
Everything I have and more too

It’s a rush, golden ducks
Golden cash, golden fool, golden crash
Stop this heartless madness in me
Ducks can’t fly to heaven
We believe in love of souls
Te golden soul
We believe in love of souls
Te golden soul eleven

It’s still going on the gold rush
Fool’s gold is not for me,
(not for you) come on!
Give me golden cash
Let me have a golden spirit

It’s still going on the gold ruuuush
Fool’s gold is not for me, (not for you) come on, oh
Give me golden cash, please
Let me have a golden heartbeat, heartbeat
Made eleven golden ducks
Why are they worthless
I don’t know what is wrong with me (ELEVEN)
The gold rush is still going on, Can’t you see? Eleven golden ducks
Eleven golden ducks Golden ducks
Golden ducks

It’s still going on the gold rush
Fool’s gold is not for me, come on
Give me golden cash
Let me have a golden spirit

It’s still going on the gold rush
Fool’s gold is not for me, come on
Give me golden cash
Let me have a golden spirit
Golden soul………..
Uuuuuuuu……
Golden spirit

Estrado

ELEVEN GOLDEN DUCKS

Eleven Golden Ducks

90's influence Guitar Rock cultivated in Metro Detroit.

I remember, we thought of everything. We had it down, or was it in between?
I had my legs to get me there. A hike to nevermore.
Searching for infinity, railing through the door......moving forward?

So I seized the day just like I did before, and I'm fading out.
It's the little things that keep me wanting more. Now I'm fading out.

Opportunity is bought and never sold. Wait a tired lifetime just to take control.....of a broken situation, of barely getting by.
A concept of prosperity impossible to divide.
Moving forward?

So I bare the weight just like I did before. Now I'm fading out.
And I found the things that leave me needing more. So I'm fading out.

Impossible to divide.

So I lost the hope I always had before, and I'm fading out.
It's just the little things that make me hate you more. Now I'm fading out.

Fading

Love Light - Robert Grigg & Combstead

// Original vocals Libby
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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Track lyrics:

The station hums with echoes low,  
Neon flickers, engines slow.  
A suitcase full of dreams untold,  
A ticket clutched in hands so cold.  

Footsteps fading down the line,  
Ghosts of laughter left behind.  
One more ride, one last time,  
Before the dawn erases mine.  

On the last train home, where the memories flow,  
Rolling through the night like a shadow show.  
Steel on the tracks sings a lonesome tone,  
Whispering stories of those who’ve gone.  

Raindrops race the windowpane,  
Flickering towns call out my name.  
Faces blurred like passing lights,  
Gone too fast to say goodnight.  

Footsteps fading down the line,  
Ghosts of laughter left behind.  
One more ride, one last time,  
Before the dawn erases mine.  

On the last train home, where the memories flow,  
Rolling through the night like a shadow show.  
Steel on the tracks sings a lonesome tone,  
Whispering stories of those who’ve gone.  

Every mile is a moment lost,  
Every turn is the past’s own cost.  
Fading echoes, fleeting ties,  
Disappear with the morning skies.  

The station nears, the brakes sigh low,  
A final stop, nowhere to go.  
Stepping off, the night still hums,  
Another traveler, lost and done.

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Lost and Done (Feat. Libby)

// Original vocals Victoria Fox Shaw
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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Woke up to the silence, a vacant room
The morning light cuts through the gloom
I hear the clock ticking, like it’s keeping time
But it never moves fast enough, it’s always behind

I’ve got a book that I never read
And a bed that’s too big for just one head
I whisper to the walls, but they never reply
The loneliness sits with me, but I don’t know why

I’m living alone in the static
The world moves around, but I’m stuck in the attic
Of my own thoughts, and I can’t escape
Just a face in the mirror, trying to relate

I walk the streets with no one to call
The empty spaces echo in the hall
I see people laughing, they’re out in the sun
But I’m here in the shadows, always on the run

The phone sits silent, just like my mind
I reach out for connection, but I can’t find
A hand to hold or a place to stay
Just a ghost in the crowd, fading away

I’m living alone in the static
The world moves around, but I’m stuck in the attic
Of my own thoughts, and I can’t escape
Just a face in the mirror, trying to relate

The city hums, but I don’t hear the song
I don’t fit in, I’ve never belonged
I’m just waiting for a voice to break through
But all I hear is the sound of my shoes

I’m living alone in the static
The world moves around, but I’m stuck in the attic
Of my own thoughts, and I can’t escape
Just a face in the mirror, trying to relate

Alone in the Static (Feat. Victoria Fox Shaw)

I'm Breaking Through 2

// Original vocals Elizabeth Starr
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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We used to walk down city streets,  
Laughing loud, hearts in sync.  
Now echoes fill the empty seats,  
And I can’t hear a thing.  

We’re staring at the same night sky,  
But the stars don’t shine the same.  
Your name still lingers in my mind,  
Like an old forgotten flame.  

We are alone, but we’re together,  
Drifting like ships in stormy weather.  
Lost in the space between the past and now,  
Trying to hold on, but we don’t know how.  

Pictures fade but never burn,  
Memories haunt, they twist and turn.  
All the words we left unsaid,  
Still whisper in my head.  

We’re staring at the same blue moon,  
But the glow don’t feel as bright.  
Two lost souls in separate rooms,  
Still reaching through the night.  

We are alone, but we’re together,  
Drifting like ships in stormy weather.  
Lost in the space between the past and now,  
Trying to hold on, but we don’t know how.  

If I call your name, would you turn around?  
If I chase the past, will I just fall down?  
We’re stuck in time, between hello and goodbye,  
Still searching for the reasons why.  

We are alone, but we’re together,  
Two shadows bound but tied to never.  
Maybe someday, in another life,  
We’ll find a way to make it right.

Twist and Turn (Feat. Elizabeth Starr)

Solo artist/producer from Swindon, UK—dabbling in sounds while others sing. No idea what I’m doing 😉. Love to all who listen, comment, and repost! x
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音楽は楽しいです

Twist and Turn (Feat. Elizabeth Starr)

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