Love this man.   Saxawawa…..   Smooth, sexy sax rides over some digital bloozie funkishness.

This sounds like one of those ultra rare gems, from early 60s , with a hefty price tag. Love it ,

Fender Squire Mini guitar
Yamaha Bass
Korg N364 workstation
Yamaha Tenor Saxophone

You Better Beware the Sax Maniac

Y tú no estás aquí

I always wanted to make a sonic companion to the last song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I made together, “What Difference Does It Make.” I finally got my chance. This one came together real fast. Bitzone sent me a raw beat, I asked Frawstakwa to kick it off, and then I made some arrangement adjustments and laid down my lyrics and vocals based on Frawstakwa’s. Bitzone then finished it up and bada-boom, gotta move, gotta shake!

Massive thanks to Frawstakwa for bringing the fresh ideas and original verse and chorus vocals. And big thanks to Bitzone for always make the tracks more vivid than I could imagine. 

May there always be at least a little time to bounce in your week! 

Track Credits:
Bitzone: Music, Production, Arrangement, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net/
Frawstakwa: Verse and Chorus Lyrics and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
the Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Samples
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Intro: Louis Bloomfield

Lyrics: 

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

Here we are
Coming through
With whatever it takes
Full force
On these fools
All up in your face 
Show and prove
Break it down
To the drum 
And the bass
That good old
One two
Gotta move 
Gotta shake
Bada-boom
Something 
That you can feel
But wait
If you could feel 
Anything at all
Feeling great
Letting it flow
Mind body and soul
On my way
That’s how it goes
So the people them know
See you later

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I’m just your everyday reverie of an emcee
You see
I’m but a memory of the way 
You say it be
On this beat 
You project the street 
On the hit of the kick 
The click 
Boom, respect it’s the fire of the heat 
It’s the sweat dripping from the meat 
You expect flowing from that bass 
That slow tempo that’s got you feeling 
You on the creep, you on the chase
Brace fo the bounce putting you in the some headspace 
Race everyone to hear every ounce so tie up yo shoelace 
And let’s go 
Yo, lettin’ the people know

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

The flow is
Summoned 
On command
Dig deep
Within 
Without a plan
Improvise
And
Ka-blam 
That is called conviction
Can you understand
The definition
What is your religion?
Damn
It takes blind faith
To hope that one can trust
In what is true 
What is real
For real
So what it do?
We are here to
Be seen
Be heard
Be who
We truly are 
Hold up then
Please
Tell us
Who are you?
 
Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I got the feeling the bounce is appealing
Now that the ceiling’s been breaked
We got the unwilling to denounce appearing 
How it is that they never been waked 
Allow the revealing of the fake
Watch out we congealing as we get baked 
Take out that sponge cake, make no mistake 
It got that spring, there’s no remake 
Can feel the earth quake 
The beat is shaking
The bass is rumbling
So deep you feel your belly ache 
What’s at stake 
You gotta know
It’s that flow state 
We on a roll 
So slap on the butter baby
We gravy 
Grab a plate and
Before you go

Bounce
Bounce
To the boogie
The bang
The beat
Box
About
To bring it back
The breakdown
For the block
For my people
I see you
Gimme a pound
Tell me how
Have you been
For now
The breakdown
I’m here for you
Hear me loud 
And clear
We are responsible
For where we’re 
Bound
The breakdown
Heading out
Gotta beat the crowds
To get home
Put my feet up
While I eat on the couch
The breakdown

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

Break Down The Bounce

Bitzone, RS Frawstakwa & the Couch King - Break Down The Bounce

I wrote this song 15 years ago for close friend and guitarist Elmer Stone. Elmer and I have collaborated on three songs on Soundcloud but this one is purely a tribute to him and the friendship we have shared for the past thirty-plus years.  It is also a memorial for his wife Bonnie who he lost two years ago. She was a core contributor to his music, life partner, and his best friend.
I am indebted to Mike Fox and Axel Meningen for taking my rough demo of the song and making it a broadcast quality production.  Thank you gentlemen for your time, talents, and belief that the song could be more than I could ever make it on my own.  Hear more of their amazing music @michael-fox-925325997 and @axel-m-501052973  
Good Ol' Boy
Lyrics:
He's a good ol' boy with his good ol' toys,
He likes a beer now and then.
He picks a guitar and dreams of going far,
Don't know the how, or the where, or the when.
The boys in the band play as hard as they can.
And they hitch their wagon to the star,
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

He keeps house with his wife, the love of his life,
The kids are all grown and gone.
By the gray in his hair you can tell he still cares
'bout the things that are right and wrong.
And the question comes does it get better than this,
A hard days work and a goodnight kiss,
For this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

Bridge:
Well it hasn't been easy, no it's never been easy
But he keeps on keepin' on.
And what hasn't killed him he finds a way
To put into a song, 'bout this good ol' boy
This good ol' boy.

Instrumental break, repeat bridge.

He's a good ol' boy with his share of joys,
And his share of the cares of this world.
When it's all said and done, and his race has been run,
And he rests in the arms of the Lord
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.
Instrumental to the end.

Good Ol' Boy (Mike, Axel, David)

Port Charm

In Memory of Brian Wilson
(1942-2025)

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement and mix
Artwork ….. Moroccan design

Hi Everyone!
This is a special version of my piece called „Love Song”.
A few days ago, Brian Wilson - one of the greatest creators of pop rock music and a surf rock icon - passed away! R.I.P. 🍀

————————————-
Below are a few words from me as a listener and fan of Brian’s music! - - - - -

Brian’s songs, both recorded with The Beach Boys and solo songs, are always innovative and enjoyable at the same time 🔆

The album “Pet Sounds” (released in 1966) by The Beach Boys is a real masterpiece that enchants and inspires many musicians to this day!
The wonderful song “God Only Knows” which comes from this album is the work of Brian Wilson. One of several best songs of all time indeed! 😎

Also worth recommending is Brian Wilson's solo album entitled “Smile” (released only in 2004) which includes the brilliant track "Good Vibrations”. The whole album impresses with its fresh ideas and innovative sound! 

I really love it 🔆 I'm sure Brian Wilson's beautiful and fascinating music will stay with us forever!

Good Vibrations…
Love Vibrations… 

I hope you enjoy my tribute to Brian! 🍀

Many thanks for listening and support!
Artur

Love Vibrations

Feels good to upload another song! I recently moved into an old house, close to a river, it has character, I love it cause I put my old baldwin on it's original wood floors it has in the living room, love the acoustics especially with higher ceilings, I'm so thankful:) A new beginning. 

I recorded this live take late last night, close to 2am, got it my first full take, which is always nice!
I wrote this song back in 2021. An experience definitely inspired this song. Things can sure feel like heaven for awhile, then there's that tough surprise, after giving and sacrificing so much. I hope you enjoy this song, thanks so much for listening!:) 

Driving With The Moon

You couldn't sleep
I'm driving with the moon to see you 
Up your driveway
My headlights are turned off they can't see
Park along the backside through the gate cross the deck like before
Thunderstorms inside of me every time you crack open the door
And there you are
My lucky eyes

And all is better now 
You opened my heart
Somehow somehow
All is better now 
You opened my heart
Somehow somehow

Right before the dawn
I don't wanna leave but I know I have to
One more hand squeeze I finally gotta let go it hurts me
Looking back at you again that beautiful silhouette oh I adore
Driving home the world is gone one track mind there's nothing I want more
And there you are
Perfect daydream

And all is better now 
You opened my heart 
Somehow somehow 
All is better now 
You opened my heart 
Somehow somehow

Instrumental 

And I am ready now
You closed up your heart
Somehow somehow
Oh God, save me now 

All music written and recorded by 
© Daniel Colter Valentine

Driving With The Moon (Original Song Live)

'banjovi'

something until the next thing

banjovi

Beyond the Ridgeline

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

NO GIVING UP IN THIS HOUSE[ZEBRAZ AND ELEPHANTZ PT 2](Ft SHOTTYMANZ)

Hello and thank you for dropping by.

Thank you very much to everyone who takes the time to listen, like and share my noises. I am extremely grateful. My apologies if I take a little while to respond to those that leave nice comments.

I like listening to music, making simple, tunes when I have time, and generally faffing about in an inefficient manner. Hopefully you might like something on offer here. 

I use a Hinkler Cigar Box guitar (about $30 from Aldi, great fun), a Flying V ukulele, a couple of old keyboards, other bits and bobs, and a Yamaha tenor saxophone.

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