Name: Trillando el camino by matyaz Fett
Duration: 2 min 6 s
Description: hard rock with various guitar arrangements and a powerful riff.

Yeh, that's it!! powerful sound, great guitar

Very nice i love this chord progression so much!! Great work!!

🚀🎸🎸🎸Gran sonido de guitarra!!!! La energía de esta pista es una aplanadora!!!!🎸🎸🎸🚀

A composition I started writing almost at the same time as my first Nocturne, when both were part of an extremely long and bizarre fantasy, and thus they both share very few of the same and almost unnoticable textures and motivic figures, although they are completely different in character and form from one another. 

In comparison with my second Nocturne, which is quite a pensive and somber work, this one is rather stormy, bordering on fury during the climax in the middle section, where the music shifts from E minor to C minor, and then a ray of hope appears in E-flat major, which is almost as far as one can get from E minor.

Nocturne For Piano, E Minor, No. 3

Our take on the legendary Johnny Cash version.

Hurt (Johnny Cash)

Shadows

HORMIGA

https://youtu.be/J7I4dtEd-g4

"Yo me llamo Domingo Espinoza,
yo soy... me quedo en la iglesia,
¿Cómo se llama? yo soy... yo no soy mero mero de aquí,
yo soy de Tlanchinol".

Trueno intenso,
tiempo negro,
viento frío,
llueve intenso,
olor a fresco.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Allá de Tlanchinol, allá de la Sierra de la Huasteca,
cerca de Tampico, ¿Si conoces Tampico o no conoces?".

Luna blanca,
pecho lleno,
cae neblina,
sube y gira,
cae a tierra.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Ajajajajajajá, acá na'más pues,
a que esta persona es este,
y yo me quedaba aquí atrás,
aquí, aquí me queda... ¿Cómo se llama...?
aquí me quedaba atrás".

Campo abierto,
solo cielo,
cerro abajo,
viene fiero,
sopla en serio.

Dolerá hormiga.


Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

Hormiga

https://youtu.be/Hqq7HHJ7-PI?si=1_tF6tsAPWW-S4S6

Shades Of Blueness

Sitting by the trees. 
Contemplating on the springtime. 
But, now I'm never alone. 
Bout, how I'll never feel the hold of you. 
As you'd do.
Let me tell you something that's a-bothering me.
A monkey puzzle doesn't trouble growing it's leaves.
On the whole...
things are fine...
But I'd sell my soul, for some more time.
Sitting by the sea. 
Contemplating on the ocean. 
A little notion of devotion. 
Oh, how they'd all a-take that potion too. 
As you do.
Let me tell you somethings always bothered me.
It's the fact we have to worry about fucking money.
On the whole...
Space flys by...
But I'd sell my soul to the devil for one more try.
Sitting by the...
Out beside the trees.

Let me tell you somethings always bothering me.
Does an ant know what he's doing when he's cutting his leaves?
On the whole...
Theres hills to climb...
But I'd sell my soul, to get what's mine.
Sitting by the...
O'er by the leas...
Contemplating on the wonder.
And how i keep from slipping under. 
How I hold it all together for you. 
Just for you.
Let me tell you something that's a-bothering me.
A monkey puzzle doesn't trouble growing it's leaves.
Let me tell you somethings always troubled me.
 I can't put my finger on what's a-bothering me.

Monkey Puzzle [Pretty Green Mix]

Everybody's asking.
What you gonna do with your days?
With seven hundred little records, and none of them are ever played.
The girl must have it.
The girl must have it.
And if she don't get it, she'll go out and grab it.
A monkey or a rabbit?
Just too stoned to rock.

You're on a black tie, slow ride, rip tide, hard drive, breath.
It's just a hang tight, back slide, corner of time, death.
keep clean, daydream, bad scene, stay seen, bed.
You seem pretty keen.
Though you look pretty green.
Yeah.

Everybody's saying. 
You are wasting your life.
But you don't remember signing up for all this trouble and strife.
The girl must have it.
The girl must have it.
And if she don't get it, she'll go out and grab it.
A monkey not a rabbit?
Just too stoned to fuck.

Nobody's talking, an invisible line.
But how's it gonna help if you just lay in bed and whine?
The girl must have it.
The girl must have it.
And when she wants it, she'll go out and get it.
How far you wanna take it?
Just too stoned to rock.

Oh, it's all a deep red, death bed, he said, she said test.
Another ripped off, bad cough, hot shot, top mop, rest.
Dark green, time team, low means, whipped cream, yeah.
You seem pretty keen.
Though you look pretty green. 
Yeah.

You're on a black tie, slow ride, rip tide, hard drive, breath.
It's just a hang tight, back slide, corner of time, death.
keep clean, daydream, bad scene, stay seen, bed.
You seem pretty keen.
Though you look pretty green.
Yeah.

The Girl Must Have It

hard rock with various guitar arrangements and a powerful riff.

Trillando el camino

Hi! This is the second session of  making my next song, “everybody’s cruel” and also the part where I overthink myself into oblivion. Right now, the song is in its worst possible form because I’ve listened to the basic bones of the instrumental for what feels like a million times. I’ve listened carefully, written every line, and tweaked what I could with what I know. I’ve rehearsed these lines to this unfinished beat that I’ve become bored.. and maybe even a little bitter. During this piece of the process I start wondering if I should even keep going. Well, the next step IS to keep going. So in order to keep going, I first need to upgrade my license from the beat maker to get access to the beat’s original stems. Once you have the stems of a song, they can be cut down and mixed around to a sound engineer’s delight and that’s what this song needs now. It needs magic! Even more sounds can be added or deleted where we all see fit. It’s really important to trust your sound engineer/producer’s vision because they are taking your song to the next level. Not only that, but they are hearing you in your most vulnerable states of happy and sad that you brought to the microphone. Once the beat’s stems and vocal stems are all sent through in one big file, the mixing and mastering process begins. Ideas and thoughts and revisions are traded back and fourth and the song gets a whole makeover. It feels like opening up a brand new present on Christmas as a little kid - but until that happens, it’s black Friday.

THE MAKING OF EVERYBODY'S CRUEL 2 // LANDR - Everybodys Cruel - 5 16 24, 7.14 PM - Open - Medium

this is another guitar driven instrumental. it was recorded in May 2024 wth a Bc Rich Mockinbird and a Marshall MG100HDFX head.

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/lucid-dreams

Lucid Dreams

Er schlief und hatte  einen Traum
Und verließ seinen Seelenraum
Frei von seinem Tagesleben
Vermocht er leicht dahin zu schweben

So angenehm  sich fortbewegend
Erreichte er eine schöne Gegend
Wohin er schwebte wuchs empor
Alsbald ein bunter Blumenfllor

Und lustig schwärmten um die Dolden
Viele tausend Falter, rot und golden
Ganz nah auf einen Lilienstengel
Einsam und sinnend saß ein Engel

Und weil das Land ihm unbekannt
Fragt er 
Wie nennt man dieses Land
Hier sprach der Engel 
Ändern sich die Dinge
Du bist im Reich der Schmetterlinge

Er aber wohlgemut und heiter
Zog achtlos seines Weges weiter
Da kam wie er so weiterglitt
Ein Frauenbild und schwebte mit

Als ein willkommenes Geleite
Anmutig lächelnd ihm zur Seite
Und um Sie nie mehr loszulassen
Dacht er die Holde zu erfassen

Doch eh er Zeit dazu gefunden
Schlüpft sie hinweg und ist verschwunden
Ihm war so schwül er musste trinken
Nicht fern sah er ein Bächlein blinken

Er bückte sich hinab zum Wasser
Gleich fasste ein Arm ein blasser
Vom Grund hinauf ihm beim Genick
Doch er entkam mit viel Geschick

Sein Hals war steif und krumm
Nur mühsam dreht er ihn herum
Und ach wie war es ringsumher
Auf einmal traurig öd und leer


Urplötzlich springt aus einem Graben
Begleitet vom Geschrei der Raben
Ihm eine Hexe auf den Nacken
Und spornt ihn an mit ihren Hacken

Und macht sich schwer wie Bleigewichte
Die Hexe quält ihn fast zu zunichte
Bis dass er matt und lendenlahm
Zu einem finstern Walde kam

Ein Jägersmann dürr von Gestalt
Trat hervor und rief  ein dumpfes Halt
Schon liegt ein Pfeil auf einem Bogen
Schon ist die Sehne straff gezogen

Jetzt trifft  der Jäger ihn in sein Herz
Doch erwachte der Schläfer voller Schmerz
Und sprang vom Bette ungesäumt
 Sonst hätt er wohl noch mehr geträumt

(Text: Wilhelm Busch)

Traum

solo musician, guitarist and composer, he developed several genres by fusing different styles, instrumental music.
https://www.instagram.com/matyaz_fett/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w231I7lpXkM

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