Awesome song! Beautiful songwriting and you delivered with the guitar and your voice. The mix is also very nice! Well done and keep it up!

Well done, "urgent" tunes ... with some touch of Tracy Chapman ...

Unique Stylish balladeering. Moving. Lotsa feeling

El concepto de buscar un lugar donde quieras y te apetezca estar.

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sologuitars Mr Woodhand
poduced by  Lágy Szellő,
lyrics by Barlangi Fuvallat
Enjoy! 😎
Words:
Verse1:
Kurva mindegy, hogy halott vagy
mert álmodban még élsz
és lyukat vágsz ebbe a dobozba,
hogy beerezd a fényt,
de nincs itt semmi más,
csak egy tigrisnek való,
rózsaszín felhő, a szélén űlsz
és várod , hogy eljő egy újabb isten
aki már, ilyasmit igér, amit még
ő sem hisz el

chorus1:
kurva mindegy már
hogy ha sodor az ár
kurva mindegy már
ugyis elnyel a mocsár.......

solo
verse2:
mert nem hiszed,
hogy a bűvész űres  
kalapjából nyúl jön elő 
és a ketté szelt ember, 
ha összeragasztják újra felnő
és hogy a bohoc
pengével rajzol mosolyt magának
mert a vidámságot soha
nem győzi le a bánat
chorus2

kurva mindegy

Genie In The Mist

In the city's loud cry, she floated like a dream,
Mourning gown, noble air, by the streetlight's beam.
With each step, her grace, like a dance, it seemed,
In her eyes, a storm, where my fantasies teemed.

A flash, in the night's embrace,
Her glance, in time's endless race.
Now she's a whisper in the crowd's faceless sea,
A missed beat in my heart that could have been.
 
You think you saw love in the turn of my heel,
But I'm just walking by, not part of your reel.  
In your head a romance, from a glance you steal,  
But I'm not the one, not part of your deal

Dreams strut under the guise of daylight in the shadows delight.
In the dark stage of life, fate plays with us, and we pretend we see. 

In the rush of the crowd, your shadow fades away,
But in me forever, your image will stay.
A moment of dream, now a haunting tune,
Under the indifferent sky, by the fading moon.

We're lost in the endless night,
Our eyes in a fleeting light.
You are away now, a whisper in the throng,
A dead love fading like a silent song

You think you saw love in the turn of my heel,
But I'm just walking by, not part of your reel.  
In your head a romance, from a glance you steal,  
But I'm not the one, not part of your deal

Dreams strut under the guise of daylight in the shadows delight.
In the dark stage of life, fate plays with us, and we pretend we see. 

The Passerby

I was fortunate enough to go on a hot air balloon flight a few years ago and that eventually inspired me to compose this song.

Fire Balloons

When we were young, things were easier.
We hit the ground like a graceful flower.
I used to have scars all over my legs, my arms. 
Like a veteran soldier.

When we were young, was it better?
We used to bloom under the pressure.
I was moving in the midnight hour, like a falling star.
I had no feathers.

The towers around were filthy and grey. 
We were looking for joy amongst them.
My friends and I had scars deep inside.
We used to bloom through darkness aside.

I put this aside. I clean my mind. I make it fine.
I burn these days in an ashtray.
I see the light, right deep inside. It's warm and kind.
I burn these days in an ashtray.

They were messy. I’ll be steady. I’ll find my own way.
I burn these days in an ashtray.
I see the light, right deep inside. It's warm and kind.
I burn these days in an ashtray.

No more sorrows. The flowers will grow on this land on their own.
I burn these days in an ashtray.
I see the light, right deep inside. It's warm and kind.
I burn these days in an ashtray.

I leave my mind in peace this time. I make it fine.
I burn these days in an ashtray.
I see the light, right deep inside. It's warm and kind.
I burn these days in an ashtray.

When we were young, things were easier.
We hit the ground like a graceful flower.
I used to have scars all over my legs, my arms. 
Like a veteran soldier.

The towers around were filthy and grey. 
We were looking for joy amongst them.
My friends and I had scars deep inside.
We used to bloom through darkness aside.

I leave my mind in peace this time.
I burn these days in an ashtray.
I see the light, right deep inside
I burn these days in an ashtray.

It's warm and kind. I feel so fine.
I burn these days in an ashtray.

When We Were Young

Guitar, Bass and Keys by Robert Grigg
https://youtu.be/qSZCQp7VYgQ?si=bz27OvoSxkMsZd3I

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Robert Grigg - Guitar, Master Mix 
Brian Butts - Guitar

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