A very good song, well sung, love that solo!

Inspired by the microtonal Iranian music mode Bayat-e Zand.
Listen on headphones or stereo speakers.

Chilling in the Middle East

Hand me down the water baby
I will hold the night until
I’m so scared you might fall under
to watch you break
and watch you break

but I wake up to the light
sunday let’s you shine
unselfish sighs
all the pieces in their right
I weigh the times
you take me by surprise
(look hard!)
I’m your servant baby
(come aquarius!)
and I'll control light

baby can you deal the cards?
no one needs to know
get behind the wheel 
of light and shield,
shield me from the clouds
tell me how
would you baby please 
let me out 
only me 
come and see 
how we could be, my love
come and see
come aquarius
let me out

Aquarius

A song suggesting the relationship is sinking,  But there's still the hope of patching it up.

The vid:  https://youtu.be/HHU67XaGPzw

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El taller de Cuca:
Toni Solé (piano and keyboard)
Mery Navarro (choirs)
Cuca Aguirre (choirs)
Pepe Gámez (Spanish guitar)
Antonio Sánchez (Spanish guitar and bongó)
Adrián González (electric guitar)
Sergio Párraga (keyboard, bass, melodic bass, cajón, palms, choirs, drumms programming and production)

Donde siempre

"Unbirthday" as a concept has always pleased me, but as a word it's bothered me.  The opposite of birth is death.  So 'Happy Unbirthday' is literally a celebration of your future death. We don't know when our death day is, thus you have to celebrate every day.  A sort of Momento Mori. Since Lewis never talked about how he got to unbirthday, it's possible this is what he meant all along!

Of course, in twisted Wonderland, it absolutely is about death.

My Lyrics
AI Melody
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Another year spun 'round the bend,
deeper down the rabbit hole you descend.
Time twists here, a broken clock,
each tick a whisper, a mocking shock.
We'll celebrate with phantom tea,
and cakes of ash, for you and me.
Don't mind the dormice in the pot,
they're just a garnish, what they're not.

Happy...unbirthday...to you...
May all your wishes...come...untrue...
A smile that lingers, a ghostly grin,
your sanity unraveling within.
We know your fears, your darkest dread,
the things you bury, the words unsaid.
We see your future, bleak and bare,
lost in Wonderland's despair.

Off with your head! But not today,
a special day, a twisted play!
Eat your cake, a bitter treat,
marzipan made of broken deceit.
The tarts are filled with treacle flies,
and candied tears from weeping lies.
So savor every poisoned bite,
before your heart stops its losing fight!

Who are you? ..
What are you? ...
Growing older...growing colder...
Change is coming...transformation...
into something...less than human...
A butterfly?  A creeping gloom?
Lost in a perpetual twilight room.
Your memories fade, your purpose slips,
consumed in Wonderland's twisted grips.

Happy unbirthday, dear lost soul,
may your madness take its toll!
Welcome to forever, our twisted game,
where nothing's ever quite the same!
The roses bleed, the lilies weep,
your secrets Wonderland will keep.
So blow the candles, make a wish,
and fall forever into the abyss!

Unbirthday (feat. Madder Hatter)

Lyric and music by LinOnyx
 
NIGHT

(Verse)
In the darkness of the night,
among the clouds gone mad 
with love
I glimpse a glimmer of light:
excitement invades my body,
but, fear assails my soul and
stretching my hands towards 
the sky   a tear falling
softly lines my face.

(Chorus)
Night, what a night tonight

(Verse 2)
My mind lights up madly
and a shadow of mystery
invades the room;
suddenly, something
moves:
it's grandma's old lampshade
that falls on the floor and fills
the room with a thousand
 crystalline sounds.

 (Chorus)
Night, what a night, tonight

(Verse 3)
I turn around, and smiling slowly
I see two big yellow eyes that
 intimidated  stare at me in the void:
it's my neighbor's cat that,
 who knows how,
has sneaked in during the day
and has come to keep me

company.
(Verse 4)
Again the silence surrounds me,
while the sky slowly
 darkens and blackens the leaves
 now yellowed  and close to
 falling.

 (Chorus)
Night, what a night, tonight

(Verse 5)
I take two or three steps, uncertain,
I approach the window, I look
 outside,  into the garden:
with great amazement I notice
 that the  cherry tree  long barren
 and bare  is now all blooming
 with life.
 Even the cold
sprigs play on its
 branches.
My heart fills with happiness and
 fear,   what a mystery…
Then, I gently discover  that
 this will be my   last night,
 and that perhaps, this enchanting
 blossoming is a premonitory sign
of the Lord who is waiting for me
with so much love….

(Chorus)
Night, what a night, tonight


N I G H T ♨️.mp3

Hey Little Birds

Original Song: @neowakan
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18-03-25
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official release date on all digital music platforms: 01-04-25

Acceptance

Over Under on mother's apple pie will it satisfy? Ingredients: two parts Moog M32 ,three parts MicroFreak , one mix of piano, five parts Ableton drums, two parts Kyra, combine in Ableton Live 12 and cook for as much time as you like. Best served with assorted playlists.

Over Under

L’observateur observé. Un genre de méditation sonore où J’ai voulu mélanger différents genres musicaux avec vers la fin une intervention de Taf, mon ami Sénégalais qui a posé sa très belle voix, c’est un voyage « Inside » car il se passe beaucoup de choses à l’intérieur de notre cerveau humain, entre le conscient le subconscient, le supra conscient, à la fin ça fait beaucoup de monde et ils ne sont pas toujours tous d’accord, on dirait même que des fois il se prennent la tête l’un dit quelque chose, l’autre dit autre chose.
Mais puisqu’en nous subsiste un infini espace d’une grande profondeur où règne la paix, le calme, le silence parfois comme un guide qui nous emmène ailleurs, vers l’invisible, peut être vers cette énergie cosmique, vers les étoiles, vers la lumière, plus haut, plus loin….  

Paroles, chant et musique : Steph Ouna
Cœur et image : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
voix Sénégalaise à la fin du morceau : Taf

Une initiative, émotive, passive
Un rêve éveillé
Une bouée qui dérive
au flux et courant des marrées
Sans jamais s’échouer

Croire à son étoile
Connecté à ses pensées
La main posée sur la toile
Libre et se laisser guider
Retrouver un peu d’espoir
De magie de coté

C’est vrai, tu as raison
Je vais maintenant, t’écouter
Si mes tourments te gênent
Je les enverrai en recommandé

Tous ces déserts, amers
N’auront plus aucun effet
Dérision d’éther
Etrange et sur mon caractère

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Chicken Soup

Just another nobody who's not here to be somebody.  I write songs because I can't help it, and it helps me.  If I add them here, I'm less likely to keep mixing them.  Creativity is a stream with many tributaries, and sometimes one runs through us.  The stream is more creative when tributaries meet, and I'm grateful for the collaborative efforts of others.

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