Name: Do the Doggy by kieranmckenna
Duration: 1 min 55 s
Description: This track is from the album Kieran Mc Kenna and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/kieranmckenna

Nice unique vibes. Cool rocking track [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

This Cramps like sound is something I really missed !Good work!

Gnarly! This is the track I would imagine a house party gets down too. Love it!

Do the doggy haha. Like the track. [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

This is cool  I really enjoyed the little heartened

I wanted to create a disturbing, alien feel, one of my first soundtracks so I have learned alot since then

VST Libraries used in this track:
Halion Sonic SE

What is this place

Terre sous tension

Ronin

(English translation above)

Grâce au duo talentueux et à la gentillesse de Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/one-summer-night-a-reverie-with-david-dunham-guitar
et de David Dunham, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/one-summer-night-with-debra, j'ai pu rajouter des paroles sur leur belle musique. Un immense merci pour leur confiance.
Voix : Patrice Mary https://soundcloud.com/patrice-mary06

Thanks to the talented duo and the kindness of Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/one-summer-night-a-reverie-with-david-dunham-guitar
and David Dunham, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/one-summer-night-with-debra, I was able to add some lyrics on their beautiful music. A huge thank you for their trust.
Vocal : Patrice.

Promenade vespérale

 
Un soir d’été, je me promenais
Il avait plu légèrement
Tout près de l’étang que je longeais
S’exhalaient des parfums enivrants

Un bouquet d’asphodèles frissonnaient
Sous les ailes des libellules
Une famille écureuils dinaît
Sur le gazon au crépuscule

Je marchais, mais marchais-je vraiment ?
Mes pas pleuraient miséricorde
Celle que seul le futur attend
Quand le vague à l’âme déborde

Où allais-je cet été ?
Que fuyais-je ? Que chercher ?
Questions ô combien futiles
Quand le soir nous démaquille

… je vibrais
… j’entendais
Une brise à mes oreilles
Comme une amie donne un conseil :

« Si tu dois sortir de ta maison
Pour te promener dans le soir
C’est que tu crois que vers l’horizon
Ta vie sera moins dérisoire





Si les nuages ont besoin de brise
C’est pour retrouver leur jeunesse
Et les voiles des bateaux se disent
Profitons de cette caresse »

Même l’eau de l’étang ondulait
Comme font les vagues du large
Prêtes aussi à s’envoler
Pour accompagner mon voyage

Il est des soirs incertains
Où l’on est peut-être fleur
Tapis d’eau, peut-être humain
Dans tous nos sens qui s’effleurent

… qui se fondent
… se répondent
Et d’un coup, on n’est plus rien
Qu’une tache au bout d’un chemin

Sur le tableau qu’un vieux peintre
Termine et signe.

Myckaël Marcovic, le 19 septembre.

Evening stroll

 
One summer evening, I was walking
It had rained lightly
Near the pond I was walking along
Intoxicating perfumes were exhaled

A bouquet of asphodels shivered
Under the wings of dragonflies
A family of squirrels dined
On the lawn at dusk

I was walking, but was I really walking?
My steps were crying for mercy
The one that only the future awaits
When the blues overflow

Where was I going this summer?
What was I running from? What to look for?
Questions so futile
When the evening removes our make-up

... I was vibrating
... I heard
A breeze in my ears
As a friend gives advice:

"If you must leave your house
To walk in the evening
It’s that you believe that towards the horizon 
Your life will be less paltry

If the clouds need a breeze
It is to find their youth
And the sails of the boats say
Let's enjoy this caress".

Even the water of the pond undulated
Like the waves of the sea 
Ready to take off too
To accompany my journey


There are uncertain evenings
When you’re mabybe a flower 
A carpet of water, perhaps human
In all our senses that touch each other

... that merge
... answer each other
And suddenly, we are nothing
But a spot at the end of a path

On the painting that an aged painter
Finishes and signs.

Promenade vespérale (Debra Buesking / David Dunham / Myckaël Marcovic) (Featured Patrice Mary)

A link between love and the mysteries of life

I believe what I do

Jazzy and groovy instrumental by Lunatix.

Sax soprano : Maxime Jaslier, Vibraphone : Nicolas Sibaud, Basse : Julien Hervé, Batterie : Paul Le Meur, piano et composition : Pierre Lacroix, Prise de son et mix : Michaël Clergeot.

Instrumental

NON VORREI

Sigarette spente nel letto
La notte è andata già via
Qualche goccia sul vetro del treno
verso un'altra città
Non vorrei, non vorrei, non vorrei forse dovrei...
Chissà quali pensieri al tuo risveglio avrai

Ho venduto montagne di panna chiamate illusioni
sfoggiando il vestito più adatto a una cravatta di cuoio
Per colmare la solitudine, farti ridere
Dovrò fare i conti allo specchio con i mostri miei

Fermare il gioco d'ingannare
Provare ad amare
Lei che mi vuol con se
Forse non ho capito che
Chi ama non cerca me

Basta col gioco d'ingannare
con la valigia pronta 
per il prossimo hotel
Dovrei aver capito che
chi ama non cerca me

Una notte di vento e tristezza
ha nascosto pure la luna
io non amo per troppa paura

Non Vorrei

Lying Low by Hope Street. An upbeat stand alone single released in May 2023.

Hope Street are:
Joe Tibbits -  Vocals and Guitar
Barry Harman - Bass

Lying Low

Elektric Breakfast Jam

The country has fallen into chaos after the financial genius that was holding it all together woke up to find his young beautiful girlfriend had dissappered.   She was his , "Reason To Succeed."

My Reason To Succeed

Decompression Stop

Thermal Allusion

This track is from the album Kieran Mc Kenna and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/kieranmckenna

Do the Doggy

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