Just lovely! Dust maybe but beautiful music lives on

This is loverly, a great nod to a great song. And apologies for the accidental unfollow. Sausage fingers. Bx

aww great track good job.👌😎👍🎶

Très belle interprétation chargée d'émotions! 👍🏻 👏 🎶

BLUE MESSAGES FROM THE PARADISE ABOVE

Interpretación y arreglos : Jesús Flores.
Producción y Mazterizacion: Arturo Guevara G.
The Noise Infection Studio


Dust In The Wind

Interpretación y arreglos : Jesús Flores.


Producción y Mazterizacion: Arturo Guevara G.
The Noise Infection Studio

Hoy Tengo Ganas De Ti

Bamboo Wedding Bells

Space reggae ska. Dub. Bluebeat Trojan. Music & artwork: D. k. A. Spencer

A message from JAH

August 1485: Richard Plantagenet (Richard III) is the last king of England to be killed in battle (he's the - "a horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse" guy in the Shakespeare play). Over 500 years later his body was re-interred in Leicester Cathedral having been discovered under a parking lot nearby. Always regarded as an evil murderous tyrant, recent studies reveal his 'hunch-back villain' image may have been exaggerated - mainly due to Shakespeare's portrayal. His spinal curvature, however was clearly verified when his skeleton was discovered...it's well worth visiting the city of Leicester to see for yourself!

[Photo by me - shows Rick 3's reconstruction at a visitor centre just opposite Leicester Cathedral]

Plantagenet Blues

This track was created as a reminder there may be a lot of people, places, things, or experiences in life that may come along to attempt to "drag us down..." or that "smell" or lend us to "feeling" like shite; but, we can always choose to simply wipe our arses and walk away from them, rather than roll around in them. Most dogs are smart enough to realize if they cannot eat it, play with it, or snuggle with it... they can simply pee on something and walk away. It's funny; yet not... some humans think "certain folks" should roll around in "pile of doo..." situations and/or don't see themselves while they're do(o)ing it.

This mindset is prevalent even amongst the spiritually gifted... (aka... anyone and everyone who is open to overcoming the entrainment systems that made each of us shut down those gifts innately within us through the exposure to physically and emotionally body and brain altering toxins... whether biologically, neurologically, or chemically sourced. Hint hint, biologically includes alterations and manufacturing of things permitted to be sold as "food" and/or "beverages..." especially within the continental USA.) 

It's time we each take responsibility for our own lives, stop believing others can "read our minds" or owe us anything other than honesty; (especially if we don't have the courage to directly converse about what we want, need, or desire in our lives,)and it's time we "adult" by speaking or emailing with one another healthily, rather than living like "eternal teenie boppers" who think revving car engines or "communicating" through the 80's mixed tapes or songs era behavior is "impressive," past junior high or high school. If we want anything in life, reach out and show vulnerability, otherwise, we haven't learned the ultimate covid lockdown lesson... "time and life are precious." Would you rather reach out and be rejected or... die or have the one you love die... where you then remain "what if" ing yourself for the rest of your life about "what might have been" regarding a possible relationship, or career option, or life you'd always dreamt of living? It's time to continue to roll in doo doo... or... wipe our arses and take the steps towards receiving the people, places, things, and experiences we claim we want in our lives. The same goes for those in marriages with so much discord, both parties cannot interact outside their homes without spreading misery and judgmental behavior; because they remain in relationships out of guilt or fear of "starting over." Stop teaching kids and grandkids to remain in loveless marriages or to endure abuse because you are too lazy or afraid to start anew! Divorces don't HAVE to be filled with animosity, nor greed! People simply grow differently, some not at all... and it leads to growing apart, sometimes. If not now, when? People cannot read minds. Masks off, hearts on sleeves. Be. Bold. Be. True. Be. You.

Logic Pro X.7.7 2023 Copyright/Sound Recording/All Rights: Rainier Daze: One Stop. For Licensing Contact: Rainier Daze Rainierdaze@gmail.com

Rise Above

This piano work aims to reflect the sensations and emotions experienced on a short trip to Lisbon. The narrow and steep streets, trams, viewpoints and bridges of this city inspired me to create this piece of music.

This marvelous photograph was taken by Lisa Fotios and belongs to his Pexels book.

As I Write These Lines

Pop single with disco elements by Lisa Rogers 

Run To You

Ode to Violence

The desert remembers the names we erased,  
Sand turned to glass where the missiles embraced.  
Children drew suns on the rubble so white—  
Now the sky rains fire, and the sun burns at night.  

They gave us a flag and a righteous cause,  
But the trenches smell of petrol and pause.  
My brother’s last words were a Kurdish lullaby—  
The drones hum along as the market burns high.  

Oh, Tehran’s ghosts in the refinery glow,
The oil is thick, but the blood runs slow.
We march for heaven but dig our hell—
God’s silent where the cluster bombs fell.

The general laughs through the TV screen,  
His medals outnumber the dead in my dreams.  
The "enemy’s" face… *it’s my own in the glass,*  
A stranger screaming *"How long will this last?"*  

Oh, Tehran’s ghosts in the refinery glow,
The oil is thick, but the blood runs slow.
We march for heaven but dig our hell—
God’s silent where the cluster bombs fell.

*[Whispered in Farsi
*"بگذار بمیرم زیر این آسمان کثیف...
("Let me die under this filthy sky...")

Oh, war’s a cancer, we’re the cells gone wild,
The treaties all drown in the Straits of Hormuz
The UN votes at noon today
I bite my tongue until it bleeds *"آزادی"* (freedom).

Ode to Violence

This is actually the third version of the song. I felt the original idea I’d roughed out with the keyboard and computer could be more interesting. So I reworked the whole track again (twice) adding several ‘hooks’. These were some vocal ‘stabs’, some keyboard/synth riffs as well as writing ( what I hope ) is a more interesting bass line. I beefed up the drum section too. I hope the fun I had creating it is reflected in the overall vibe of the track. Having said all this, the question is: did it actually work? 


Get Up

Насоящая сказка

He may be blind , but through sound , smell , touch and a 6th sense he probably sees more than you and I , Cor , that's deep ! And that pic isn't me , I look much older ha ha !
Me and Kim are still in this bloody song contest , please vote for us http://hofa-contest.com/song/19226/
Next up is a Rocker by me and Kim , closely followed by a soppy song by me , a bit of Goth 
Rock , a fab country song with Axel Menningen and Dave Cooper , and a belter by me and Gaz Brownie , many more in the pipeline !
Hopes and Dreams , the album by me and Charlotte Thornton is still out there , we do need some more plays , give it a whirl when you have time , links below .
Many thanks for listening to an old fart with nothing better to do than make music !
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

The Blindman Knows

Give me just one night,

Let's dance until the morning wakes up.

Your eyes carry the light,

That the darkness breaks.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Your closeness sounds like a sound,

Like a whisper deep in the horizon.

Everything is silent, but I only hear you,

My soul sings for you.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

And when the morning comes,

You stay in every word.

Love and pain united,

You paint my heart so much.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Schenke mir nur eine Nacht.m4a

Instrumental finger style acoustic guitar. 

Departures

I’m happy to post this song with help from my first SC friend https://soundcloud.com/espere-verde, who encouraged me on to improve my music making from a very start. Good musician & draughtsman (he did this artwork too), his vocal performance here gave the mood I couldn’t to the song.

Technical highlights:
>Most vocals: Espere Verde
>Music & almost no vocals: Ruizzoidman
>Odd patterns hidden along three levels in this track: amalgamated psycho-hard coating, usual 7/2 in punk/ska intermediate parts, and finally the sweater core is structured in groups of five measures.

Lyrics: strangely, I wrote about these stressing things when I was 21 and supposedly happy; I'd say similarly today I'm twice as old...

SIN MUJERES NI TABACO, SIN PRISAS  /  WITHOUT WOMEN OR TOBACCO, WITHOUT HURRIES
  
Todo lo que odio me ayuda a vivir,  /  Everything I hate helps me to live,
lo que me pone enfermo me empuja a seguir.  /  what gets me ill pushes me on.
Todo aquello que quiero dejar de sentir  /  Everything I want to stop feeling
es lo que da sentido a mi vivir.  /  is what gives sense to my life.
  
No puedo vivir sin mujeres,  /  I cannot live without women,
ni tabaco, sin prisas,  /  or tobacco, without hurries,
no puedo vivir.  /  I cannot live.
  
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me mata por dentro.  /  kills me from inside.
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me saca los nervios.  /  gets me on my nerves.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me empuja a seguir.  /  pushes me to continue.
  
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me hace sufrir.  /  makes me suffer.
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.

ER29HC8 ©1995 ®2015

Sin mujeres ni tabaco, sin prisas (Most vocals by Espere Verde)

Lost Paradise

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

Guitarrista ,cantante. Me gusta crear arreglos para guitarra y componer. .Desde los 5años de edad,empece a tocar la guitarra.Gracias por sus comentarios y todo su apoyo todo este tiempo,su amigo Jesús  Flores Guitarrista 

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