Dear Mr. Dream Maker

Remixes 2025

In Their Dreams (Remix 2025)

ANARS ! Cauchemar

Lyrics:
I caught him sneakin’ in my room,
A little secret, he’s breakin’ the rules.
He held up my mini, oh what a sight,
Said, “Baby, this feels just right.”

We laughed and played, it was just a game,
Swappin’ clothes, no regrets, no shame.
He slipped it on, my heart hitched a beat,
With those stockings on, he’s lookin’ so sweet.

(Chorus)
Oh, my husband's wearin’ my clothes,
Shavin’ his legs, wearing my fishnet pantyhose.
With a sexy butt, he struts with pride,
In my bra and lipstick, I’m beaming inside.
Skirt and make-up, it’s our kinky game,
Unapologetic, no regret, no shame.

He twirled around, a sparkle in his eye,
So sexy in my dress, He makes me sigh.
Soft music, dancing entwined under the dim light,
Just two souls in love, everything feels right.

We painted our dreams, with mascara lines,
He asked if my heels would fit, oh, how he shines.
He becomes my woman, hot and horny,
And I take the reins, feeling wild and free

(Chorus)
Oh, my husband's wearin’ my clothes,
Shavin’ his legs, wearing my fishnet pantyhose.
With a sexy butt, he struts with pride,
In my bra and lipstick, I’m beaming inside.
Skirt and make-up, it’s our kinky game,
Unapologetic, no regret, no shame.

(Bridge)
And those nights we’d laugh, the world far away,
In our little bubble, we’d dance and sway.
He’s my partner, my heart, in this crazy life,
Wearing my clothes, I make him my wife.

(Chorus)
Oh, my husband's wearin’ my clothes,
Shavin’ his legs, wearing my fishnet pantyhose.
With a sexy butt, he struts with pride,
In my bra and lipstick, I’m beaming inside.
Skirt and make-up, it’s our kinky game,
Unapologetic, no regret, no shame.

So here’s to the moments, the fun we share,
In his mini skirt, he walks without a care.
Love’s got no boundaries, that’s how we roll,
In this dance of life, you’re my heart and my
soul.

Skirt and Secrets

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

DRUMMED // A Little Heavy On The Drums ...
@docfritz // All Musical Stuff, Drums, Cover, Mix & Production
Composed, Arranged & Performed by DOCFRITZ 
© 2025 // All Rights Reserved by DOCFRITZ

DRUMMED

WUST: https://soundcloud.com/wust
Creative and wonderful collaboration with Uwe WÜST🎶🙏🌿

Black Snakes

Atmospheric & soulful sax by Jörg: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Deeper Light (Club Remix) feat. joerxworx

It is a great honor to introduce this special musical project set to the powerful and beautiful poetry of the extraordinary Nobel Prize-winning Chilean poet Gabriela Mistral. This work was made possible with the kind permission of the Gabriela Mistral Foundation.
I want to give special thanks to the remarkable soprano Maribel Villarroél, whose stunning voice gave life and soul to each piece. Her deeply personal interpretation and awe-inspiring vocals brought authenticity and passion to this music. I am equally grateful to the brilliant pianist and arranger René Calderón, whose sensitivity and artistry are infused into each song. Their talent, dedication, and collaborative spirit have taken this project to levels I could only dream of as a composer.
Gabriela Mistral’s poems speak to the heart with timeless emotion, strength, and depth. Creating music for her words was both a challenge and a privilege, an emotional journey that led us to deep connections with her legacy and message.
The visual side of this release is also something I’m excited to share. The album cover was created by the outstanding Chilean artist Giovanni Gellona, whose artwork beautifully reflects the emotion and atmosphere of the music and Mistral’s poetry, and projects both her dignity and lovingness.
This album is not just a musical interpretation; it is a tribute to Chilean culture, poetry, and artistic collaboration. I hope listeners around the world can feel the love, effort, and respect behind every note.
I invite you to experience Gabriela Mistral’s poetry through this musical lens and share it with others who might be moved by it.
With gratitude,
Pamela Illanes-Tatsuoka
©2025Pamela Illanes-Tatsuoka.All Rights Reserved.�

PIECECITOS 
(Lyrics from Gabriela Mistral's poem "Piececitos")

Piececitos de niño,
azulosos de frío,
cómo os ven y no os cubren,                                                                               Dios mío!

El hombre ciego ignora  
que por dónde pasáis,                                                                                            una flor de luz viva                                                                                               dejáis;

Que allí donde ponéis                                                                                                   la plantita sangrante,                                                                                                  el nardo nace más 
fragante.

Piececitos de niño,                                                                                                   dos joyitas sufrientes,                                                                                          ¡cómo pasan sin veros,                                                                                          las gentes!

Oda a Gabriela Mistral

Piececitos

The Snow Queen – The Prince and Princess Waltz
October 2025
Duration: 2:00
Listen to more music from the Snow Queen ballet at: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-snow-queen-music-for-danse
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Snow Queen Ballet January 2026 in Colorado.
For strings, flute, clarinet, oboe, harp, double bass, bells and percussion

Study for an Aria - 18.10.25

Paul Maurice Roche | Composer