your music is as familiar to me as the voice of a friend

sounds like you've found your voice- congrats

you've given me inspiration to get back to my recorder/native anicinabe flute

Deadly track man. The flute /recorder is epic

Gotta Get Up!

(Verse 1)
Alarm screaming—-city dreaming—a new chapter unfolds
Sun peeking—-in my window—the concrete jungle glows
Eyes heavy—mind hazy—- the grind doesn’t sleeps
Coffee steaming—thoughts scheming—gotta conquer these streets
Shower spray—wash the haze—feel the water sting
Hustle fuel—pay my dues—ain't got time to sing

(Chorus)
Gotta get up, gotta get out, chase the paper, chase the clout
Stacking—dreams, lemme break it down—-every second counts
Gotta push, gotta move————ain't got ——-no time to lose
Sun's up--city's up--gotta get up—— got—- to much shit —to do

(Verse 2)
Concrete canvas—-spray paint anthems——gotta keep it real
Flow so cold—-hearts unfold——words that cut like steel
Subway rush——city bus—-rhymes ignite and spark
My paint brush——tells a story——graffiti in the dark
Meetings—deadlines——paper piles——climbing up-the ladder
through the fog——dog eat dog——it’s loyalty that matters
Family call——hear 'em all———-voices in my head
Keep on rapping——-keep on tapping——keep that fire fed

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Empire—dreams—-concrete schemes—-building from the ground
Every beat———-every street———there’s legends to be found
Rise above——-peace and love——-spirit’s —taking flight
Break the mold——-that’s the goal——to —-let the soul ignite

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

(Outro)
gotta get up——gotta get up—-ain't no stopping—-this here flow
Like a symphony—-in harmony———-the—-story grow
Every rhyme—every dime———-echoes through this jungle 
Gotta get up, gotta get up———to—-do the daily hustle

Gotta Get Up

"A Love Like No Other"

Recollections of flowing memories from when you entered my life
Your long black flowing hair & those beckoning eyes that still call me
It was obvious that we were never through which is why I returned
And in this world, who could ever say they knew of romance like this?
A Love Like No Other

Am deeply sorry for the pain I caused from an addiction that destroyed me
You were always the one & I struggled to cope with all I could not say
As time slowly passes by, I know in my heart you will be back in my arms one day
A Love Like No Other, a girl that gave me a reason to smile
A Love Like No Other, the connection of two souls that become one

Shane Beck (The Last American Poet)

1 - A Love Like No Other - Shane Beck

No dicen nada.

Tremenda balacera hubo en un barrio.
No se si me da el pico pa contarlo.
Hoy dos gorriones miran para arriba
y se ha reunido a tanta comitiva.

Cuendo pasé ya todos lo sabían.
Caídos dos, ninguno se movía.
Al fierro lo encontraron en el carro.
Ya listo pa tirar algun petardo.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada

Sus caras enterradas en el barro.
Algunos dicen que fueron sicarios.
Y otros que  estos pibes ya tenían
alguna vaina con la policia.

Los chicos van llenando sus agujeros.
Con goles en el arco del potrero.
Y saben que la muerte es una espina,
que vive a cada vuelta de la esquina.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada.


Letra y música
Pichy Sotomayor

Master
Santiago Sotomayor

Cancion original 2015

No dicen nada

No Dicen Nada

The powerful chose to stay silent. The powerful chose money. The powerful chose destruction. 

In the end, make sure you are one of the ones who can say 'at least I tried'.

Down the Rabbit Hole

Luftspiegelungen

08 Luftspiegelungen

Hello…….. so many goodbyes in this life, maybe more than hellos? But who’s counting? Not me. I was pondering about some of my more difficult goodbyes. Some happy, some sad, some angry, some glad… (OK there’s the chorus you won’t hear.) Ha. Another short song. For whatever reason, there are some goodbyes that are more difficult to live with than others. This song is about a particularly difficult goodbye. I’ll leave it at that. What about some of your goodbyes? How did they go? As far as the instruments I played on this song, I must say I do like noodling about on the recorder and also on mandolin. They are both instruments I can play without thinking much about notes, or technical musical matters… Although probably obvious to any recorder or mandolin player is the fact that I do not really know the particulars of the instruments yet…. And maybe never will, but it is sure fun nonetheless. In outdoor news, I watched a large flock of house sparrows swarm into the lilac hedgerow. They were so noisy, all of them chattering. I wondered what they were up to. Later, I heard some chickadees scolding. So I went to look for a cat behind the lilacs. Didn't see one, so I sat in my old chair on the porch listening to the sparrows. The chickadees were still annoyed, so I stood up. There was a fledgling goshawk sitting right there on the top beam of the old swingset facing the lilacs. All the sparrows were now quiet. So I walked over, and at first the hawk didn't see me. I was really close. The hawk finally turned its head to see me, then quickly swooped up and over the fence. All the sparrows quietly made a break for it. Gather the goshawk couldn't get at the sparrows when they were in the lilacs. I do see feather piles here and there as I walk around. I found the dynamics of survival so telling while the hawk and sparrows played cat and mouse. And the parallels to humans were uncanny. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Don't Want To Say Goodbye

Illusion machine. (Winkandwoo & Midisound)
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Music created in July 2024
Editing, lyrics, vocals and covert art by Winkandwoo.

The original idea came from the chorus of the music. I thought of an accordion to create it, but unfortunately I couldn't find a good sound for the iPad for this instrument, so I scrapped the idea and replaced it with a soft synthesizer with some depth.

My partner in adventures, on this occasion, did the rest with an impeccable job full of creativity and elegance.

Thanks Clive, again, for this gift.

Listen to more from Winkandwoo here.

https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo

Lyrics.

What are they feeding your mind
How are they seeding your kind

Illusion machine
It's bigger than you and me
Illusion machine
The demon's behind your screen

Why do they need you so much
When do they get in touch

Illusion machine
It's bigger than you and me
Illusion machine
The demon's behind your screen


8 tracks of native MS2 instruments and Xewton forum.
1 Track Sunrizer synth.
1 track Arturia iMini
2 Tracks Flowtones
2 Tracks Korg Im.

Mix…….. yes……. My car 🚘
Hardware iPad
DAW Music Studio 2

Thank you.

Paco.

ILLUSION MACHINE (Winkandwoo & Midisound)

The Recursives in party mode - live at the Hand pub with an Elvis classic. And it’s Elvis’s 90th birthday today 😎
Neil - lead vocals and drums
Bri - sax and backing vocals
Al - bass qand backing vocals
tez - guitars

Burning Love - The Recursives live at The Hand

Hey…. Did this song go in so many directions until this final recording. It started as an electric slide song, then a mandolin song, and finally as an acoustic guitar/recorder song. You know I laugh every time I play recorder. Just imagine a rough and scrappy, wild old man creating such a thing. Hahahahaha. Anyway, there are a lot of crows here. When I was working on the slide version, I heard them cawing outside as they flew by. (I scrapped my impromptu birdcall crowing on this, no one needs to hear that, not even the crows.) Lyrically the song has 2 distinct moods with some vocal transitioning. And guess what folks: As a novice singer, I can finally vibrato my voice… some more shenanigans you’ll have to put up with. Back to the crows. In town, we have a huge flock (murder) of town crows. Hundreds. They sure love fast food, and hanging out by the high school where tasty, tossed tidbits can be had. They are organized too, as if in an air force, as they are mostly wary of us humans… Finally, happy holidays to all who celebrate, and happy times to everyone else. Hope you enjoy this one. I sure did. Mark

As The Crow Flies

Hey… Hope all is well wherever you are. Happy Winter Solstice, Holidays, or whatever you may be up to. Thanks to all those who listened to the song I briefly posted then deleted yesterday. It had to go.  So I did this jam for my friend Joe, who died 8 years ago. Never got to say goodbye. He was always down on his luck, but somehow found something to laugh about. He knew I was a musician, so he'd leave phone messages with him banging on a chair like it was a drum as he laughed his ass off. He called me Wild Man. I basically just played some loud distorted slide on this, doing my own thing… with a ton of feedback. My music often gets loud and angsty when I am working through tough stuff in my life. So this is mostly cathartic noise. I really didn’t want to sing anything as I was pretty grumpy at the time. Feel like I should redo this with more lyrics and less distortion, when I am in a better mood. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Joe.......

The sparrows flutter about my head
Land on my hair, singing to keep warm
They bathe in the tears that roll down my face
Washing their feathers coloured by a child

Some of these feathers stick to my skin
Making me more and more look like a bird
In twenty years maybe, I'll take to the air
And circle round and round in the sky


Feathers

Take The Hand Of Mary

Hey. I am a late bloomer musically. Initially I started on acoustic guitar, then within the last 4 years: Banjo, slide guitar, dobro, recorder, harmonica and singing.  Most of my songs are rough, unpolished, unpracticed, recordings made on an old laptop. Thank you for the love and support, the insights and ideas, the camaraderie and fellowship, Lammbone

As The Crow Flies

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