Name: In Spanish Harlem by Mark Badinson
Duration: 7 min 47 s
Description: This track describes the sad predicament of a family with drug problems in Spanish Harlem, New York, America

@quico-reed: Thank you for your feed back, I've a very unsophisticated set up at home and do my best with what I've got and within the DAW...just been listening to one of your tracks and what fantastic dynamic live feel production-can of course only aspire to that! it's helpful feed back, thanks again

Amigo,l esto es un temazo    my friend this is a great song

Very well arranged song with a great hook.Excellent vocal delivery.

Great song with a classic sound! Beautiful production!

Produced, composed, arranged, lyrics & vocals by hLo(@hLo-64)
Mastered by Woods Studio Norway (@woods_studio)

In September 2019, I went for a gig in the saloons of the Ogc Nice stadium (remember the time when it was still possible !). The organizer arranged to meet us at the Burger King car park. I thought to myself, what a peculiar place for a rendez-vous? This inspired me this song.
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Produit, composé, arrangé, paroles & vocaux par hLo(@hLo-64)
Masterisé par Woods Studio Norvège (@woods_studio)

En Septembre 2019, je suis allé faire un concert dans les salons du stade Ogc Nice (rappelez-vous l'époque où c'était encore possible !). L'organisateur nous a donné rendez-vous au parking du Burger King. Je me suis dit, quel drôle d'endroit pour un rendez-vous ? Cela m'a inspiré cette chanson.

BURGER KING BLUES

Je t’attendrais au parking,
Au parking du Burger King,
 Je porterais mon costume croisé ,
Tu sais celui qui te plait.

Baby, prends bien tes vitamines, 
On tracera loin, loin des abimes, 
Au volant de ma Cadillac ,
J’espère que t’es pas insomniaque.

Tu porteras une robe d’été,
 Cheveux de jais sur décolleté,
 Le temps s’arrête quand tu parais.
 
 Burger King Blues  (x2)

Je t’attendrais au parking,
Au parking du burger king,
 J'me mettrais peut’etre en smoking ,
Tu seras plus belle que j’l'imagine.

Tu sais pour moi c’est pas les Grenadines,
 Ni les weeks end aux Philippines,
 J'suis pas un prince de magazines

J’aimerai tant voir l’Italie,  
Aller plonger à Camogli ,
Flaner la nuit à Napoli.

Burger King Blues  (x2)

T’es jamais venue au parking,
Au parking du Burger King,
 Tout ca, tu sais, c’est dans les films, 
Du style Marilyn et James Dean.

T’es jamais venue au parking,
Au parking du Burger King,
 J’me sens comme une quille de Bowling,
 Tout seul au milieu du parking.

Like a Bowling Pin (x3)

Release date: April 30, 2021
©hLo 2021 All Rights Reserved

Burger King Blues

Free Again

The fragility of the possibility of love. It can be difficult to come out of ourselves and share ourselves with another and finding the right balance to know not to trust something too good on the one hand, and on the other hand, not to be afraid of our own fear and to learn to comfortably match to each other's rhythm.

Thank-you to Roberto Bohrges for offering up this composition for me to put lyrics and my voice to, and to Bryan McDaniel for the guitar.

Fragile Heart - Roberto Bohrges, Maria Bourgeois, Bryan McDaniel

Well I almost scrapped this song but after 3 weeks writing words, and then realizing how fun it is to sing, i kept it. I'm trying to figure out how to add a little lightheartedness to my music, but i think this one just turned out creepy lol. NOTE:  I always felt a little uncomfortable with the words, i just really didn't like them, so I reworked the chorus and a few other lines, and rerecorded the vocals. It seems a little better now...
 

I've seen my own worst enemy
Every night just staring back at me
Through the mirror with such animosity
And baby, it drives me crazy
I don’t understand what’s with this guy,
He don’t know that he’s alive
He combs his hair on the wrong side

I don’t expect you to understand,
But I’ve got these hammers for my hands
I like to start with everything
and smash away what I don’t need
and scattered all around are the pieces off of me
oh baby can’t you see what this done has to me

It’s a strange strange situation 
I need a little information
If it’s real or just imagination
Don’t say it’s so, I can’t believe 
Its down to you and me again
Up against the world my friend
Who can say   how this will end
 
It’s 3am and you’re slamming doors
Cause ‘I don’t speak your language anymore’
While I’m on my knees picking pieces
Of me up off the floor, 
I can’t lose much more, these pieces could be the last of me,
I wish I could see the way you see
is there anything left in this debris

Hammer Hands

Over World 28722

This track is my spontaneous improvised piano soundtrack to a 17 minute video of the earth viewed from the International Space Station. The footage starts in the mid Atlantic and ends over the Italian Alps.

https://youtu.be/z8FSyehprdc

NASA make available the imagery that the astronauts aboard the ISS shoot and one of their favourite things is creating timelapse sequences. Being timelapse the earth flies by about 20 times faster than real time which although spectacular is not particularly relaxing. I noticed that videos were available on youtube which were beautifully smooth and playing at near real time derived from these sequences using software incorporating AI motion extrapolation to slow down the original timelapse sequences. I decided to have a go at this myself and after a bit of experimentation the video sequence with the accompanying soundtrack linked above is the result.

The View From Above

Level

Sunrise Sorrow

Lightning

This is actually a remix of the song “Where We Want To Be” which I shared about four years ago when I first joined Soundcloud.   “Winter's Road” was in fact the original title when the song was written.  So I decided to fall back to that with this remix.   See what you think.

Thanks so much for stopping by.

[Credits]
Music / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming / Keyboards – Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics – Ron Carnell
Electric Guitar Solo (Intro & Ending) – Dave Cleveland @Band_in_a_Box
Piano Solo - John Jarvis @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
I cannot speak for all who stem
Long road less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
By words they spoke and did not say.

(Chorus)
All roads lead to where we go
Where we go is where we have been,
So home’s just a word we know,
For where we want to be again.

From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.

Repeat Chorus

For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is gonna to be
Another road or just a place.

Repeat Chorus

© Myst Songs 2018 / 2023

Winter's Road

Lebo - drums
P. P. - bass, backing vocals
Tom: guitars, vocals

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This track describes the sad predicament of a family with drug problems in Spanish Harlem, New York, America

In Spanish Harlem

Singer/songwriter 


I finally got round to putting my first album out in 2021...In Spanish Harlem is made up of improved mixes of my first ten songs on Soundcloud...Well, they sound improved to me, but you never know...On the 14 February 2023, my second album A Boy Like Me became available on all streaming platforms.
Right what's next? Write some more songs!

In Spanish Harlem

Mark Badinson

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