Mitoslav this is really good, and the percussive details matches with the melody

pretty cool melody and the strings are good, sounds amazing!

Beautiful instrumental magnificent cord play

Beautiful piece. Very beautiful atmosphere and instrumentation

Great song dig the beat man keep up the work

It's like a.....Motorola sad type beat...and I don't mind it.

Quiet Lines

Song for Jane Doe

Voodoo Child (feat. Kevin Davy White/arr. Nibiru X)

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Mr Jones wont you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr Jones we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think weve made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider

As the days progress all I seem to do is think of you,
A now fading flower that once bloomed in the months it was due,
how our years spent together was eventful,
and how you‘re no longer in your prime but stay beautiful.
I dread the thought of your passing,
but welcome the thought of our future everlasting.
We’ll meet again my favourite Friend,
I’m glad to know that this is not the end,
So live each day with promise,
and live your life like a Comice.
We’ll meet again my favourite Friend,
Our unity is near the bend.

Poetry & Song: Mum’s Song - My Favourite Friend (R.I.P Mum 01/03/23 6:00am)

Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet : https://www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Chanté par Cathy Beaumont : youtube.com/cathybeaumont

Quand on sait qui aimer

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour partir en voyage
Au pays des visages
Sur le même oreiller

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour habiller ses nuits
De plaintes assouvies
De passions consumées

Quand on sait qui aimer
On part avant le jour
Au pays des amours
Sur la pointe des pieds

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour habiller son âme
Ad vitam aeternam
De passions désirées

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour deux ventres frottés
On se fait un brasier
D' instants d'éternité

Quand on sait qui aimer
Si on veut naviguer
En marin flibustier
On se casse le nez

Quand on sait qui aimer
Que le coche est passé
On voudrait rester fier
Aux portes de l'enfer

Quand on sait qui aimer
On a sous les sourires
Des envies de mourir
Des larmes de beauté

Quand on sait qui aimer
Si on part en voyage
Parce qu'on est mal aimé
On s'en fait un naufrage

Quand on sait qui aimer
Mais qu'on n'a pas de chance
Il nous reste à rêver
Le cœur est en partance

Quand on sait qui aimer
Qu’on est enfin aimé
Il est déjà trop tard
Le cœur est en retard

Quand on sait qui aimer
Qu'on a trop attendu
On ne sait vraiment plus
Si on doit être aimé

Alors on a des regrets
Quand on sait qui aimer
Et on veut tout briser
Car on sait qui aimer...

Paroles de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 25 novembre 2022

On a text by Christian Portet : https://www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Sung by Cathy Beaumont : youtube.com/cathybeaumont
When you know who to love
 
When you know who to love
To go on a journey
To the land of faces
On the same pillow

When you know who to love
To dress up your nights
Of satiated complaints
Of consumed passions

When you know who to love
We leave before the day
To the land of love
On tiptoe

When you know who to love
To dress your soul
Ad vitam aeternam
Of desired passions

When you know who to love
For two bellies rubbed
We make a blaze
Of moments of eternity

When you know who to love
If you want to sail
As a buccaneer sailor
You break your nose

When you know who to love
That the bell has rung
We'd like to stay proud
At the gates of hell

When you know who to love
We've got smiles on our faces
You'll feel the need to die
Tears of beauty

When you know who to love
If you go on a trip
Because we are unloved
You make a shipwreck of it

When you know who to love
But we're unlucky
It remains for us to dream
The heart is on the move

When you know who to love
That we are finally loved
It's already too late
The heart is late

When you know who to love
That you've waited too long
You really don't know anymore
If you are to be loved

Then you have regrets
When you know who to love
And you want to break it all down
Because we know who to love...

Words by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, November 25, 2022

Quand on sait qui aimer (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

Cherenade

Glass Way

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ELECTRIC GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS & SYNTH
TOBIAS GONZALEZ: ORGAN & STRINGS

MARIA LA LOCA

Maria la loca no conoce el tiempo
Su vida discurre con sosiego
Ella cree que vuela, pero solo sueña
Pero su delirio nunca la encuentra

Maria la loca llora frente al espejo
Al ver que su sueño le da rejo
Su lugar no está en el espacio
Solo aparece cuando queremos libres
Los niños se nos escapan a bailar con Maria La Loca
Y se esconden en el sol

La llama de la libertad
Quema nuestros sueños

Maria La Loca baila en la luna
Cuando despierta con el sol
Nos canta, nos susurra, nos invita a jugar
Nuestras almas la siguen, nuestras almas la añoran

Maria La Loca vive en nosotros
Cuando somos libres
Siempre seremos los niños de Maria La Loca
Y bailamos con su canto!

MARIA LA LOCA (Alfonso Llorente)

Taken from his new album "Seven Years To Dust" "Is That All There is" is a song about reaching the end.

Is that all there is?
There’s less than it seems
Are you taking the piss?
Making fun out of me?

I thought there was more
I trusted your words
Believed in your smile
Well it could have been worse

I’ll dry all the tears
That you’ve yet to cry
And we’ll cry over beers
At the end of the night
Let’s say that we’re rich
When we know that we’re poor
And when I call you a bitch
You’ll say you’ve heard it before

So turn off the light
And say all your prayers
I’ll be there weeping
At the top of the stairs
So where did you go?
And where have you been?
Tell me all of the people
And the places you've seen"

Song for Jane Doe

Miroslav Chastven

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