Super vibe going down here and some nasty good guitar growling! Rockin’ like nobody’s business! Some awesome songwriting across the board. Sweet! Durge

Always good old rock and roll from you. Great to listen to. 👍😁

Great song, Joe.  Love the lyrics and catchy groove.

wonderful rock song, like all of it... :)

Get ready for this fabulous adventure !! My 4th work with Joao, inspiring as always !!!

https://soundcloud.com/jowwwafi: instrumental themes and arrangement, percussion, bass, guitars, synths..., production.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, guitars, synths, added sounds, production.
Intro/Outro: traditional music from Congo Republic. Picture: AI.

Translated lyrics (a funny-epic poem when I was 15):

Cacique manda: “¡Ir a cazar!”  /  Chieftain says, "Go hunting!"
Mondongo Gwanda pronto marchar.  /  Mondongo Gwanda soon leave.
Él ha bebido vino y gazpacho;  /  He has drunk wine and gazpacho;
torre ha subido todo borracho.  /  tower has climbed all inebriated.

Gran cazador, Mondongo corre  /  Great hunter, Mondongo runs
ojo avizor desde la torre.  /  watchful eye from the tower.
Cree haber visto una gacela.  /  He thinks he saw a gazelle.
“No me resisto, voy a cogerla.”  /  "I can’t resist, I’ll catch it."

Lleva su lanza, lleva su flecha,  /  He carries his spear, he carries his arrow,
pronto la alcanza y encima se echa.  /  he soon reaches for it, and jumps over.
Su colocón le trae de cabeza,  /  His drunkenness gets him in trouble,
¡el tío torpón falla la pieza!  /  the clumsy guy fails the prey!

 “¡Jopeng!” Exclama Mondongo, duro,  /  "Dang it!" exclaims Mondongo, tough,
enciende llama porque está oscuro.  /  he lights fire because it’s dark.
 “¡Cagonla!” Grita desesperado.  /  "Bullshit!" he screams desperately.
Ya la monita se le ha pasado.  /  The hangover is over already.

Sobrio, Mondongo no se calló,  /  Sober, Mondongo didn’t shut up,
dijo: “En el Congo soy yo el mejor.”  /  he said: "In the Congo I am the best."
Fue lanza en mano tras el animal,  /  He went spear in hand after the animal,
bajo un manzano fuelo a encontrar.  /  under an apple tree he got to find it.

Comiendo estaba tranquilamente,  /  It was eating calmly,
Gwanda acercábase lentamente.  /  Gwanda approached slowly.
Ya que la vio le tiró fuerte;  /  Once he saw it, speared it hard;
tanto la hirió, le dio la muerte.  /  he hurt it so much, caused its death.

Mondongo salta, vuelve al poblado,  /  Mondongo jumps, returns to the village,
alegre canta: “Ya la he cazado”.  /  happy he sings: "I’ve already hunted it".
Mondongo Gwanda llega a casita.  /  Mondongo Gwanda arrives home.
Cacique aguarda, le felicita.  /  Chieftain awaits, congratulates him.

MONDONGO GWANDA (with Jowwwafi)

First love

MyAngel

Well we all need someone to help us through hard times
Pick us up when we fall and dust us off for another try
Someone like my angel
Yea she’s my angel 
And you know I love her so

Cause she’s sweet as honey 
Smart as they come
Tuff as nails and so much fun
Even helps to pay the rent 
Sometimes I think she’s heaven sent

We all want someone we can depend on
Someone to trust when things start getting ruff
Someone like my angel
Yea she’s my angel
And you know I love her so

Solo

I thank the stars above I found her
Must have been my lucky day
What would I ever do without her
Well I fear I just fade away

Cause she brings me coffee in the morning
Her smile brightens up my day
I start to feeling like something missing
When ever she’s away
Yea she’s my angel and you know I love her so

Solo

Cause she’s sweet as honey 
Smart as they come
Tuff as nails and so much fun
Even helps to pay the rent 
Sometimes I think she’s heaven sent

We all need someone to help us through hard times
Pick us up when we fall and dust us off for another try
Someone like my angel
Yea she’s my angel
And you know I love her so

Yea she’s my angel and you know I love her
She’s my angel like no other
She’s my angel and I’ll never let her go

MyAngel

Opus79

Video uploaded here (Always grateful for any views):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Oui76rc_PA
A sad song ............
Acoustic guitars (steel and nylon strung), processed guitars and a few synthy bits and pieces.
Hope you enjoy it
Cheers
Richard

Souls Apart

Composed & Produced by Val Akey.
Thank you for listening!

Release date: 14 September 2023

Leaving The City

Climbing

Dope Jam Band-TheSmokingTrout
This is my first time participating, but Smoking Trout's other songs are also great, 
so be sure to check out the album! 
Oh~~Yeah! 
Thank U 4 Listening!!!

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals, Lyrics, and Vocal Production

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Lead & Rhythm Guitar funkiness

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Modulated Guitar & Vocaloid melodies

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea -- Synth, Sound Effects & Production

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Catch up with the first 5 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics:

All those normal little things... pass us by, pass ussssssss
mirage of migrant, trucks full of food tiny boutiques nose up looking down
street dancers, performers, the arts little stalls selling fruit

and the bus tumbles through

HOWEVER GUS, You remember Gus? The driver of this bus...
Regretfully informs us that our engine food is at the edge of E, and the only thing we'll be running on soon is fumes

And as we approach, We can hear
A dusty massive heart beating city industry eldritch being and foreboding
Sitting atop his sky scrapers gloating
"Hungry enough yet?" It's beastly maw cries! "It's 10 for 5 and the price only went up 6.7%
Nothing to you, you're worker bees and you can make more honey, can't you?"

While yes that's true
We are the life blood that flow through
But people like me and you
Can't afford it

Fortune cookie flavor our journey
It's the last I got
I'm looking for the old woman
The gate keeper to the other side
Where we have the wholly divide
Away from this hellish relish
And Instead:
Dumpling soup, dumpling plump, fried in foie gras butter perhaps?
Holy condiment burns through fiery on your Thai chili adjusted tongue,

BUT THAT'S JUST ME! It tastes different for everyone

"OH, I can't help it!

We are all starving, the bus is outta' gas, and spewing smoke, Gus is cussing up a storm, Roberta's lighting up her last swiff... I think Larry's getting water"
said Jimmy to Sally and Stu

All digging through our pockets to get the last crumb or two
Looking forward to what we share
But it looks like
It's not a lot

Dumpling Stew (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #6)w/ Uziel, Stonerjazz, TexMex Shaman & Tea R.Sea

When that title slipped into my mind it was all go and the early verse work felt bluesy with certainly blue notes to sing. The chorus wrote itself around the title with jazz chords. Changing key to the variation was natural enough but quite a long journey back to the verse again.

Art in her Bones

Out on the left - she’s made it her home
Some think she’s weird – and likely getting’ stoned alone
But I’m on the hook - just reel me in
It’s the art in her bones - that makes her what she seems to be
The art in her bones - makes a thrill inside of me 

Sometimes at night- she wakes from a dream
She runs to her paint – got to liberate that scene
Then after an hour - she’s layin’ back down
It’s the art in her bones . . .

She don’t deal with accounts and rates and supermarkets
She’s driftin’ through hazy lanes and blocks of colour
And something someone said three nights ago
She put that friend in embargo
Gotta work it through on canvas - then they’ll thaw in a tryst

They’ll work it out – those ladies of rhyme
They just need the moon – to tell them when the time is right
And me I can wait – for that special night

When she gives she’s layin over us 
Starlight curves across her body real – we’re playin’ seals
Lazy floppy as the sunlight grows
We talk of us as forever – and after that still together
Neath the door’s a gentle zephyr

Hey let us rise – it’s quarter to one
In the café - love our whacky talkie fun
The way she sees things – my soul it just sings

ART IN HER BONES

The image shows a slightly altered photo detail from: Tree Stump, Meanwood Churchyard, a photography by Tim Green from Bradford (Wikimedia commons)

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"They all go stupid in a race."
(Gustave Flaubert, 1821-1880)

The following text passage is mainly a translation from a blog by the author Goetz Eisenberg (*1951) called:
https://durchhalteprosa.de/ 
(which can best be translated as „Perseverance Prose“)

In the translation I have tried to stay as close as possible to the original text, however, due to phrasing, composition (etc…), I have used slight changes and additions.
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Desensitization

Apocalyptic images 
Every evening on the news 
Heat, fires and disease
Floods, earthquakes, famines, 
War and destruction…
We are given such a daily dose 
Of horror news 
That we loose 
The capacity for outrage and revolt. 
We become numb 
And also threaten to loose 
The abilities we need 
To have empathy. 

(ref1)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Make us fall silent
And paralyse the hooves

All go crazy in a race …

The more drastic the images 
We are presented with, 
The faster we forget 
What we have seen. 
The abundance and above all 
The concreteness of the images
Is the best means 
Of making us immune
To others misfortune. 
This is a facet of the "dialectic of enlightenment" 
That is far too little considered:
The more clearly 
Barbarism can be seen, 
The faster 
We forget it. 
News had a greater impact on us 
When we only heard or read it. 
The images of it arose 
In our minds 
And then occupied us more than one time

All go crazy in a race …

(ref2)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Simply fob us off
With the surface

All go crazy in a race 
They all go stupid in a race	(2)
and we float along with it…

Desensitization

(Keep It) On The Down Lo

Songs of life, love and other stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Rock-n-Roll Forever Forever Rock-n-Roll
 #RRFFRR

MyAngel

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