wow. this is really original sounding... love the vocal effects and the guitar is raw and edgy.

So, dude I think you're a genius keep it comin

Serious psychedelic vibes. Something Beck-esque to my ears. Sounds great.

Invigorating vocals..marvelous lyrics.. brilliant guitar work captivating & mesmerizing..perfectly executed..brilliant effects..sumptuously infectious..excellent mix & recording production!

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Towards the GOAL!!!🏃‍♂️‍➡️🥇🏃‍♂️
I hope you reach your own goals... I put that feeling into it👍✨
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Towards the GOAL

This wonderful song is written and composed by the awesome Award Winning Singer/Songwriter  Clive Pett.  
I just had the honor to Sing it!  And I am so grateful!   
Thank you so much, Clive. It was a blast! 🙏

Listen to Clive Pett:   @clive-pett

Lyrics:

Here I go again
I fall in love too easy
Maybe this time it will be different
Maybe this time they'll love me too

Around and round my mind
There's nothing else my love is blind
I just can't wait until tomorrow
I know I should take this real slow

Cos I've been here before
I've felt my spirit soar
I get swept out on an ocean
Then I crash back to the shore

Every-time they walk away
Is it me something I say
I'm just left with my emotions
I get caught in yesterday

But yesterday has gone
And I have to carry on
I know that love will one day find me
I know it will so I stay strong

But here I go again
Falling in love too easy
Maybe this time will be different
Maybe this time they will love me

But if they walk away
Then there's nothing left to say
Although my heart is broken
I'll live to love another day

I'll live to love another day
I'll live to love another day

Love Another Day

The Observers 

Keeping watch
Silent judgement
Ready to teach
Love abundant
Want of peace
Tranquil internal
Just light relief
Our shadow infernal 

Heart of hope
Wanting balance
A gentle slope
To nurture talents
A frame of mind
Framed with kind
Prone to give
The gift we find 

Good nurture knead
No need for need
Dish of dance
A nature creed
Level with all
Some greater seed
Beams of lights
Good darkness
Bleed

Love
Light
Peaceful days
Peaceful nights
Love
Light
Peaceful days
Peaceful rights

Maybe we could
You decide should
The observers
Teaching the good
Maybe we could
You decide should
The observers
Teaching that good

Love
Light
Peaceful days
Peaceful nights
Love
Light
Peaceful days
Peaceful denrites
Love
Light
Peaceful ways
Peaceful dendrites
Love
Light
Peaceful days
Peaceful nights
Love
Light
The observers
Rights



The Observers

Well, my friends, this time the song isn't just simple. It also has a rather unpleasant whiff of pontificating. No offense intended. No one but myself is the recipient of my sermon. I'm reminding myself of my obligation to live life, instead of just pretending to, as is my custom. Musically, the song has Mexican or borderland influences, at least with Mexico. And I don't know if I'm betraying my pop roots with it. In my defense, I argue that Nick Lowe composed his masterful "Down in Mexico" during his Brinsley Schwartz days and went on to have a legendary career, which continues to this day. I play my Epiphone acoustic, my Epiphone electric, two MIDI percussion instruments, two takes of my feeble voice, and one take of MIDI trumpets. I hope you like it.

Ah, the lyrics:
Remember when your first kiss
it was like a little decease
when your sister caught you by surprise
before you boarded the bus
Remember when you were high
remember when you were low
It makes no difference where you were
if there was no one to care
Live!
Take your nose off your phone,
don't let your lifetime gone
feel it in your bones
Remember walked on the moon,
that ended just very soon,
as summer breeze over your hair,
and you came back to your chair
Live!
Take your nose off your phone,
don't let your lifetime gone
feel it in your bones
live,
don't let there be much stuff to say
make sure your friends are okay
rise like daisies in May
And if you wanna live,
don't forget to release the beast wich you please
and don't forget to say goodbye to your brain
wich cause so much pain 
and just live
Remember when your first kiss
it was like a little decease
when your sister caught you by surprise
before you boarded the bus
Live!
Take your nose off your phone,
don't let your lifetime gone
feel it in your bones
live,
don't let there be much stuff to say
make sure your friends are okay
rise like daisies in May
And now, a little promotion:
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Live!

Alright, my friends, here's this week's song. I was determined to make one of my little power pop pieces, and honestly, it was a piece of cake. It's that simple. As it happens, this is the first time I've thought about the song being liked by someone in particular. Someone in Canada named David. So, naturally, I dedicate it to my admired colleague, known worldwide as Hand on the Rock. I played my usual Epiphone electric guitar (two takes), my Ibanez bass, one take for vocals and handclaps (I handclap when I'm not singing; I can't do two things at once), and a rhythm track from my guitar pedal. I hope you like it and have fun. It's like having a soft drink. Cheers.

Oh, the lyrics:
I think the earth is round,
that's something that I have found
I see myself like a dreamer's maker,
but I'm only just a bullshit maker.

Clown, don't let me down
don't let me down
don't let me down
don't let me down
I know the moon is bright
but only shines at night
I see myself like a dreamer maker,
but I'm only just a bullshit breaker
Clown, don't let me down
don't let me down
don't let me down
don't let me down
Beneath your feet it's hell
the hottest place that I can tell
I see myself like a dreamer maker,
but I'm only just a bullshit breaker
Clown, don't let me down
don't let me down
don't let me down
don't let me down
And now, a little promotion:
This is my first LP: https://elasticstage.com/soundcloud/releases/juan-carlos-alquezar-in-the-subway-album
And this is my second LP:
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Clown, don't let me down

Sandstone River

As the spring season approaches we typically look to craft ourselves something within the realm of Celtic music. Based on Nat’s familiarity with certain Scottish traditions, specifically the Bonnie Rose, which is a description of Scotland, the Red tartan worn by some and the Wild Rose and Heather Sprig which can be found in the Highlands. She penned this beautiful song. It’s a soulful tribute to the timeless beauty of the land and its long history with a life well lived. 

Video: https://youtu.be/4EkPkYKhSbA?si=3n2Drxm39KcZgg2L

All music written, performed & produced by Daniels & Durgy
© 2026 Daniels & Durgy
Gentle Rain Records

Lyrics:

Lay me down
A bonnie rose
Where the misty mountains call
Where the river flows and the heather grows
By the place where you loved me so

Let the wind remember my name
As it circles round the stones
Lay me down
A bonnie rose
Where my heart first roamed
In the hills where heather grows
Lay me down
A bonnie rose

I can hear your laughter still
As we ran through fields of gold,
And your sweet smile lingers  
Like the sweetness of a tune
Pressed like petals in my memories of you

Let the wind remember my name
As it circles round the stones
Lay me down
A bonnie rose
Where you swore your heart to me,
And I swore my heart to you
Lay me down
A bonnie rose

If the mist comes rolling low
And the path is hard to see
Follow every quiet memory
Back to where you carried me

Let the wind remember my name
As it circles round the stones
Lay me down
A bonnie rose
When my working days are gone
In the highlands I will roam
Lay me down
A bonnie rose

Let the wind remember my name
As it circles round the stones
Lay me down
A bonnie rose
Take my hand once more in yours
Where the highland heather grows 
Lay me down
A bonnie rose

Where The Heather Grows

This winter, I had a flat tire on my way home. It was minus 15 degrees Celsius, too cold for my gloves if too long outside,  and at night it was minus 20. When I got back to my student dorm, I met a colleague in the hallway, who told me to keep my jacket on because the heating was broken in our part of the building. The janitor was unfortunately sick, but they were looking for a replacement for him...I turned that into this song. A note on that: Later that evening, the heating was working again...The lead guitar is a bit reminiscent of Chuck Berry style and at the end I quoted one of his famous intros. Here's my song:

I don’t care
Oh no, my bike has a flat
I must push it through the snow
All along the way home
Fingers so cold moving slow
In my face the cold air
Never mind I’m nearly there

I arrive and lock my bike
I can enter the building full of light

It’s just a flat, not more
Life can be much more unfair
I don’t care, I don’t care
Life can be much more unfair

Ella meets me in the floor
Wearing a warm jacket
Keep your cloths on she says
The heating’s broke
What a mess!

The janitor is sick in bed
They are looking for someone to fix instead
Happens only in winter
What a mess!
Wear a arm dress!

 I laugh it off, cold everywhere
Could be worse, really I swear
I take my strings
Write this very song
Yeah, the right music warms me up
I put on the guitar strap
A good guitar riff is what I need
I play it with the right speed
And the music makes everything right

I don’t care, I don’t care
Life can be much more unfair
I don’t care, I don’t care
Life can be much more unfair

I don't care

Legend has it that some brave fellow named Francisco traveled throughout Colombia, going from town to town participating in fist fights, which he always emerged victorious from.
One night, as he traveled, he pulled out his accordion in a clearing in the forest and began playing some notes and singing to occupy himself as he walked.
Suddenly, he realized that every tune he played was answered by a better one from afar.
He spent several hours searching for his opponent in the darkness, to no avail.
Then Satan himself appeared before him and played a powerful song, so powerful that the light of the moon and stars were snuffed out, leaving his burning eyes as the only source of light in the night.
Understanding that this would be his greatest battle, the juglar fell to his knees, looked up to heaven, signed the cross, and prayed the Apostles' Creed forwards and backwards.
He then got up and played the most beautiful melody ever heard. The moon and stars returned to the sky. The devil let out an ear-piercing scream, and fled into the mountains, leaving Francisco as the winner of the duel and bestowing upon him the moniker of el Hombre (the Man).
Marquez introduces this character in his novel One Hundred Years of Solitude in the form of a very old man with a face wrinkled like the skin of an ancient dinosaur.
Francisco walks barefoot with his accordion from village to village, conveying news and messages from relatives and friends to people, representing himself as a song-like analogue of modern online messengers…

«Francisco el Hombre» (from the "Buendiana" cycle)

Cranked this out in a day, I really love Panchiko

Thank you all for the support

Lyrics:

(Verse)

Daddy fell into the sun
'Cause he's not with anyone
She came falling to screaming skies
The answer's no, it's just too high

(Chorus)

Laputa was all we knew, and
How we got there, how we flew up
Heaven's doors are miles away
'Cause you're stuck to the ground, you have to stay

(Bridge)

The robots died in a flash
The robots died off at last

(Chorus)

Laputa was all we knew, and
How we got there, how we flew up
Heaven's doors are miles away
'Cause you're stuck to the ground, you have to stay

laputa (panchiko cover)

Oregon Coast Dwelling Storyteller and painter  With an  Explosive And Wild Case Of AdHD.  These are just home recordings of my original tunes. This is one fucking weird midlife crisis. Thanks for stopping by “Songs are to bend  thoughts so thoughts  can not bend us” https://www.instagram.com/volcanic_jade?igsh=dTU0azFoNnRnbTA0&utm_source=qr

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