Highway Days: 14 Smooth cruising songs from the SoundCloud community

Spring Bouquet of Gratitude: Thanks for all your playlists and comments on The Sharkman Pt. 2!

speedbump

(palindrome, on speed)

WRITTEN, PRODUCED, ARRANGED AND PERFORMED BY: DOMINIQUE MONIQUE aka  DOMINIQUEFRENCH
INSTRUMENTAL REPLAYED, ARRANGED & VOCALS MIXED BY: JOE WEINBER aka (COtu) TREY W
MASTERING BY: MARK FELISH-NY

LOVING U LOVING ME

Loving-U-Loving-Me

words and music K Gennery
image not my own

knowing what i do, guess i wont put on those shoes
and go dancing
stepping out on the floor
dont think thats for me anymore

feeling as i do guess i wont slip on my boots
go play footie
never gonna score not that i did much
anyway

oh those were the good old days
oh those were the good old days

ooh ooh ooh

doing what i do only seems to get me through
one day at a time
tell me whats been my crime to be
treated in such a way

when i close my eyes to sleep
i dont see the sheep just me hooning around
oh when you are young they dont say hey son
it wont always be this way

oh those were the good old days
now the good has found a safe place to hide
yet i still have you here by my side
still have you here by my side

theres pleasure in the memories
when the days lasted longer
you could be out all the time
and never feel the hunger
when the bones dont ache
and the back dont break by 9am

feeling as i do guess i wont put on my boots
go play footie ever again.

the good old days

good old days

A recent collection of work that's been an enlightening yet strange journey over the past couple of months. Are we antennas picking up and channeling something outside of our own lines? Or, are we just restless and mad people banging on things to fill up the spaces, or both?

Unknown Address

(Written by Terry Reeves)

Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, arrangement & production

Illustration: 'Floating Man' by Enrique Mendez

I don’t believe in luck but I do feel very privileged to have two angels looking after me. My wife Jo and my daughter Charlotte have saved my life on three occasions keeping me alive until the ambulance arrived. I have been told that without their interventions I would not have survived.

Both have chosen not to believe in any God or indeed any outside power that can change our lives.  There may be many of you who disagree but these are the choices we make - each of us believes what we feel is best for us.  If a belief in a higher being helps give anyone’s life more meaning and guides them through each day, we have no argument with that at all.   

I think of Jo and Charlotte as my Atheist Angels.  The care they have given me during these close-to-death experiences shows what beautiful souls they are, always there for me at the time of greatest need.   

On every occasion, there were times when I truly thought that I was drawing my last breath, my existence disappearing as they fought to save me and all I could think of at the time was that, barring my brother Gal, all of my closest male antecedents died when they were just 63.  I was the same age during these episodes and I really didn’t want my name added to the sequence.  My Atheist Angels made sure that it wasn't.

Now I am 67, a proud grandfather, still around to enjoy the experience of watching my family thrive and grow.  There is another grandchild on the way later on this year and the more time I can spend with the love of my life Jo, the better and although my illness is not exactly how I planned things, I still try to enjoy every extra moment.

The continuation of ‘Cripple Club’ with Gal and Hans has been another unexpected bonus and we plan to keep going as long as we can. Here’s to the next song - I do hope you enjoy this one.   (Terry Reeves)

The whisper of a distance voice
Two angels arriving single choice
Keep breathing slow not too much
Your not leaving just stay in touch 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

A feeling of desperate final breath
Lonely moment no time to caress 
Fighting every 63rd dying thought
Surviving each gulp of air caught 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

Has time arrived to lay down still
Not accepted by two who really feel
More than one chance to live again
The Angels alongside helping pain

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes l’m floating floating away

Fight to avoid final thought of death
A fading light continues to suggest
Only time decides what, when and how
My Atheist Angels this time will not allow

I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating 
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating,
Floating to stay……………………..cont

MY ATHEIST ANGELS - CRIPPLE CLUB

Per Fiammetta

Original lyrics by Cesare Pavese (From C. to C)

Dappled Smile (from C. to C.)

The best thing I ever did was marry a woman with a sense of humor.

I love the funny things you do
And all the funny things you say to me
You gotta funny point of view 
You take me all the way from A to Z

All the things you are
Everything you do
You’re like a work of art
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
Baby, I would’t change a thing

Like that crooked little smile
When you try to tell a lie to me
I’d cross a thousand crooked miles
Just to have you give your smile to me

All the things you are
Everything you do
You’re like a work of art
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
Baby, I would’t change a thing
 
I love your silver hairs
The way you just don’t care
The way you haunt my dreams
The way you sing off key

I love how hungry you can get
When you haven’t had enough to eat
The way you throw a little fit
When all you want is something sweet to eat

All the things you are
Everything you do
You’re like a work of art
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
Baby, I would’t change a thing

I love how easy you can be
The way that nothing is a mystery
I’m like the wind and you’re the ground
I love the way you wanna fool around

All the things you are
Every thing you do
You’re like a work of art
I wouldn’t change a thing about you
My funny funny baby
Sweet sweet baby
I would’t change a thing
I would’t change a thing 
I would’t change a thing

I Wouldn't Change A Thing

I have always wanted to make a rap metal track with Heartscore so I was super excited when he reached out with this banging hip-hop metal fusion production. The lyrics are inspired behind the Hawaiian legend of Nanaue the Shark Man. I have some Hawaiian blood in me, so I figured I would rock it, lol! I am super blessed to still be working on music with my friend Heartscore. 

Massive thanks to Bitzone for coming through in the clutch with the dope vocal mix and final master. And huge thanks to Wou-Wou for the incredible song art making us look real stylish and professional! 

Heartscore: Music and Mix
https://soundcloud.com/heartscore
https://heartscore.bandcamp.com
the Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Bitzone: Vocal Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
https://wouwouandthewormling.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://www.redbubble.com/people/thewormling/shop?asc=u
https://www.patreon.com/wouwouandthewormling

Lyrics
Holy crap what is that growing on his back 
13 racks of teeth and I’m talking plaque 
Gaping wide open ready to snack 
Fish mouth on the prowl hidden under a wrap 
Musta known we were talkin’ smack 
We were all staring at him when he turned and glared back 
With those black mirror eyes 
Caught by surprise after many moons of lies
Horrors and cries rise to despise
It’s the demise of the shark man 

It’s the shark man

Say what he was cut from the cloth of a god
I swear there must have been lust in the brine and guts 
All up in that shapeshifters mind 
Yup, we all thought it was odd how he kept swimming back
As blood washed ashore he walked away from the gore
On that sea wrack 
Still thirsty for more flesh, meat, and albacore
Once he walked through that door he couldn’t forbore
The horror arise
It’s the demise of the shark man  

It’s the shark man

God damn, like spam, he devoured a man
Tore apart flesh like peeling back the lid of can
Never satiated since his first feast of ham, rack of lamb, and that stan favorite prickly pin clam
Ever since then his appetite grew he knew 
He couldn’t hold back desire when in that salty stew
True to his shapeshifting form 
He was born to find ecstasy when warm flesh eating transformed    
So we swarmed up on him on that afternoon
Harpoons flew through the skies 
Clubs fell till he died 
His body was tied 
Divided in pieces ’n 
Hung till it dried
Fired and fried 
It’s the demise of the shark man 

It’s the shark man

I Just wanted a get taste 
Na, I just wanted to be in the chase
Na, I just got the feel of the race
No stoppin’ until I get shit face
No stoppin’ until I’m laying in my waste
No stoppin’ until everyone’s disgraced  

It’s the shark man

First we gave you life, despite divine insight 
Again invite past blight, our name, the Gods will smite

It’s the shark man

And for that you still kill, we’re cursed until 
We split your gills and your blood is spilled

It’s the shark man

I’ve seen the depths 
I’ve swam the deep and sunk forever 
Each time I swim back to shallow shores I’m gonna drown
And when I see the light 
I seek shadows and sense the hunger
After seizing my fill I sink back up 
High in the depths 

From the frenzy comes
The shark man
Yea
When you smell blood
Here comes the shark man

How many times 
Been made to hide my teeth for your love 
How much can man be measured by his will to stand on ground
I’ve made my enemy my desire for the flesh 
Turned my back on my shiver I sink back up
High in the depths

From the frenzy of the kill
It’s the shark man
Yea
When you smell blood
It’s the shark man

The Sharkman

Heartscore, Bitzone & the Couch King - The Sharkman

Get ready for this fabulous adventure !! My 4th work with Joao, inspiring as always !!!

https://soundcloud.com/jowwwafi: instrumental themes and arrangement, percussion, bass, guitars, synths..., production.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, guitars, synths, added sounds, production.
Intro/Outro: traditional music from Congo Republic. Picture: AI.

Translated lyrics (a funny-epic poem when I was 15):

Cacique manda: “¡Ir a cazar!”  /  Chieftain says, "Go hunting!"
Mondongo Gwanda pronto marchar.  /  Mondongo Gwanda soon leave.
Él ha bebido vino y gazpacho;  /  He has drunk wine and gazpacho;
torre ha subido todo borracho.  /  tower has climbed all inebriated.

Gran cazador, Mondongo corre  /  Great hunter, Mondongo runs
ojo avizor desde la torre.  /  watchful eye from the tower.
Cree haber visto una gacela.  /  He thinks he saw a gazelle.
“No me resisto, voy a cogerla.”  /  "I can’t resist, I’ll catch it."

Lleva su lanza, lleva su flecha,  /  He carries his spear, he carries his arrow,
pronto la alcanza y encima se echa.  /  he soon reaches for it, and jumps over.
Su colocón le trae de cabeza,  /  His drunkenness gets him in trouble,
¡el tío torpón falla la pieza!  /  the clumsy guy fails the prey!

 “¡Jopeng!” Exclama Mondongo, duro,  /  "Dang it!" exclaims Mondongo, tough,
enciende llama porque está oscuro.  /  he lights fire because it’s dark.
 “¡Cagonla!” Grita desesperado.  /  "Bullshit!" he screams desperately.
Ya la monita se le ha pasado.  /  The hangover is over already.

Sobrio, Mondongo no se calló,  /  Sober, Mondongo didn’t shut up,
dijo: “En el Congo soy yo el mejor.”  /  he said: "In the Congo I am the best."
Fue lanza en mano tras el animal,  /  He went spear in hand after the animal,
bajo un manzano fuelo a encontrar.  /  under an apple tree he got to find it.

Comiendo estaba tranquilamente,  /  It was eating calmly,
Gwanda acercábase lentamente.  /  Gwanda approached slowly.
Ya que la vio le tiró fuerte;  /  Once he saw it, speared it hard;
tanto la hirió, le dio la muerte.  /  he hurt it so much, caused its death.

Mondongo salta, vuelve al poblado,  /  Mondongo jumps, returns to the village,
alegre canta: “Ya la he cazado”.  /  happy he sings: "I’ve already hunted it".
Mondongo Gwanda llega a casita.  /  Mondongo Gwanda arrives home.
Cacique aguarda, le felicita.  /  Chieftain awaits, congratulates him.

MONDONGO GWANDA (with Jowwwafi)

Fantasy Night

Vocals / Lyrics: Emma @emma-gal-n
Music, Guitars (JM, ES, Acoustic), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Mellotron (Redtron), Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6EiDPhHIRAEcKd4vt4k9Tp

====== Lyrics ======

Chasing neverending dreams
Burning on my own barriers 
Restart again (the revolution)
Perish my pain (for absolution)
Come, whenever,
Immortal shredder
Suppress the tremor
If not, however

Come and sanctify the beast
Growling deep inside my tears
Restart again (the restitution)
Perish my pain (for contribution)
Play, whenever,
Immortal shredder
Suppress the tremor
If not, whatever

Come slowly extract the gain
Underneath my vain
Let’s find a home again
Resist the end

Following a chin of gold
Glowing on a dark cashier
Restart again (the revolution)
Perish my pain (for absolution)
Marching with the queen of souls
Right trembling in my inner ear

© Emma & Bonetender 2023 All Rights Reserved

Queen of Souls

Queen Of Souls (ft. Emma Galán)

una chitarra acustica, un microfono e una cameretta in disordine.
Some kind of acoustic/Psichedelic/alternative rock
Some like it

 Eternal gratitude to "Couch King presents" for the like n° 100 on "The fall of Napoleon"
Right moment, right place 
He won.

The picture of my profile is by David D'amore,

Dappled Smile (from C. to C.)

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