Rockin tune about coming out ahead of stuff.

No Ride

Dusty Hands and a Yield Sign

ça commence à 26 secondes désolé enregistré au studio chez moi aux Cabanes avec Pat, Mark et Léo un blues tordu et retordu...

"je partirai les mains dans les poches"

Introducing "Life Gets In the Way" - A Song of Remembrance and Reflection

Life is a journey filled with unexpected twists & turns. Along the way, we encounter people who touch our hearts, leaving a lasting impact. Sadly, sometimes we lose these special individuals, & our hearts ache with the regret of not spending more time with them.

In my new edit of the 5 minute long song "Life Gets In the Way," I hope to have captured the essence of this emotional journey im a mote compact form. Through poignant lyrics & heartfelt melodies, I have created a musical tribute to those lost friends we hold dear in our memories.

This song serves as a reminder to cherish & appreciate the people in our lives, to make every moment count, & to never let life's distractions take precedence over our relationships.

You only live once, live it well with the ones you value most :) 

Created for you, here is your new edited song "Life Gets In the Way."

JFDI

Life Gets In The Way

She didn’t know, but she had her suspicions, she’d read that book before.
He made her promises, she made conditions, but she no longer kept score.
Things she learned over the years taught her to manage the tears.
Congratulations, low expectations have made you the winner again.

He shook so many hands, laid out his stellar plans, he’s gonna save the day.
If you elect me, you can expect to make all the bad go away.
Before they had finished the count he already had his hand out.
Congratulations, low expectations have made you the winner again.

Let’s hear it for the nice guys, you know, the ones finishing last.
A shout out for the nice guys, or are they a thing of the past?
Do you even know a nice guy? They’re disappearing fast.
Blink and you’ll miss ‘em, they’re gone, a vanishing breed.

He said he’d always be there for her, care for her, they fit like hand in glove.
If she would just give in, it’s really not a sin, he’d show her how much he loved.
Soon as she told him the news, he offered her his excuse.
Congratulations, low expectations have made you the winner again.

Let’s hear it for the nice guys, you know, the ones finishing last.
A shout out for the nice guys, or are they a thing of the past?
Do you even know a nice guy? They’re disappearing fast.
Blink and you’ll miss ‘em, they’re gone, a vanishing breed.

We live in a world where the losers are winners, and nice guys get shown to the door.
Nice guys, they say, finish last in the race, and you don’t hear from them anymore.

Let’s hear it for the nice guys, you know, the ones finishing last.
A shout out for the nice guys, or are they a thing of the past?
Do you even know a nice guy? They’re disappearing fast.
Blink and you’ll miss ‘em, they’re gone, a vanishing breed.

Nice Guys

Dear friends, sometimes you can use music for political messages.
We have now had a big election for the European Union. You can clearly see that the right-hand winds blow strongly, especially on the continent, not in the Nordic countries, however.
I think this is due to a great deal of dissatisfaction with the policies that have been pursued - action on climate change costs - and it costs a lot for ordinary people. We also have a bloody, disgusting war against Ukraine and terrible wars in the Middle East. Who is right??
However, music unites us all.

The Election

Today I voted for the kindest of the
delegates from here
The say that they care for everybody living on this spot
no matter how folk looks or what they think
all the people are welcome to join our society
and in peace


The winds from the right might be so dangerous for the
people down here
The freedom to speak may be limited or non-existing here
in the totalitarian state that we may get
if the right winds are blowing and our hats start to blow far away
with the wind

How come that these winds are here - they maybe reflect 
despondency here
There are anxiety everywhere and many people have died in cruel wars
and many people lack money for to spend
and all crime is in full bloom and there is no one who know what to do
in the end

The Election

The pain you feel
May not seem a big deal
To those who don’t think to care
But to those who do
Think the world of you
They hate that the pain is there

While some might ask
For yet another task
To be done before you cook tea
Others will say
‘How was your day?
And please leave that job to me’

Some may think
That when they blink
The world ceases to exist
While I only see
A woman strong and free
By whom I dearly want to be kissed

But these others do not matter
And I matter less
The woman is the key
To the door she must address
I might hold a candle
To illuminate the lock
If she need me do it
I’d be brave enough to knock
But to place the key inside
And turn it all the way around
That is her choice to do
Though, I’d ask her what she found

I’d hope that she found peace
I’d hope that she could see
That the person she always was
Is the person she needs to be

That though she dug and buried
And hid inside the dark
I saw her light shining
The brightest ever spark
I knew that she was burning
With the fire fuelled by life
I knew that I’d be lucky
To ever call her wife

Now if she opens that door
And walks away from me
I will shed so many tears
But still be happy that she is free

I know that I’m no hero
I know I’m weak, flawed and broken
But if only for those months
I’d be so glad that we had spoken
I’d be grateful for every smile
I’d be proud of every laugh
And every once in awhile
I would sing on her behalf
It would be a song of sadness
A song of loss and pain
But hidden in the melody
I would live our love again

So go my love
Be brave and open that door
And know that whatever happens
I could never love you more.
I will be there if you need me
I will go if you do not
Either way, you’re in my heart
And you will never be forgot
As long as I draw breath
As long as songbirds sing
My love for you will live
As the strongest, purist thing
You may think that I exaggerate
But oh my love, you’ll see
That what I feel for you will last
Beyond eternity

And if you think I’ve messed up
With all these words, I’ve spun
Remember, that no matter how you love me
I love you, Infinity +1

Hidden In The Melody

this is my original song from the EP called, Nova + The Skeletons.

please check out the beautiful remixes of the EP by my awesome friend, @aqwan : 

https://aqwan.bandcamp.com/album/wildsilences-nova-the-skeletons-remixed

"this road is too long without you
nothing changes
broken and tangled and oh i wish
footprints and petals and oh i wish
flowers bloom through bones and
i wish i was
keep me in your butterfly jar
in the dark i shine my light
maybe you'll find your way home
home to me
the road is too long
barefoot on stones
feels like i'm walking through fire
let me be your blossoms in your
skeleton and bones
let me be your firefly
guiding you home to me"

All music and lyrics by Wildsilences

Wildsilences - I Wish

Thought maybe we had something     
 All set to play some shows
 And still we hear the drumming from fifty summers ago
 Why did you take the fall when you had the choice of any stage or hall
 Or anywhere you'd ever want to go? Maybe you're out there stirring
 Possibly still enduring the dark passenger spurring at your soul
 Where did you go fifty summers ago?

 You showed us how to listen, yours was the genius heart
 Unlocking glorious rhythm within the various parts
 Then you suddenly dropped your sticks 
 The guitarist forgot the way to play his licks
 The charts were tossed, the reels flicked
 The saxophone lost his place, put it back in its case
 The vocalist wept and sealed up her lips 
 And the mystery lives from fifty summers ago

 The years flew without message; in time, the trail grew cold
 Some gear went into storage, some of it was sold 
 We weren't that old fifty summers ago

 And now the tribe has gathered around the steaks and beer
 Our lives forever scattered - except this day of the year
 When no one repeats your name or thinks you might surface again
 From somewhere kept back in dusty archives of regret
 No one still thinks you're coming, nobody hears the drumming until
 One of us puts in the cassette 
 How can we forget those fifty summers ago?

Fifty Summers Ago

"The Price of Bread" by Harmony Bubble

I dodge drama like I’m in a race,
Laugh in trouble’s face, got that ironclad grace.
From high-speed chases to courtroom cases,
I keep my cool, collect wins like aces.

But stroll through the aisles, my swagger fades,
See the price on that bread, feel my temper blaze.
Used to drop bills on heels, and fancy meals,
Now it's five for a loaf? Man, that ain’t real!

I handle it all, yeah, the wild, the mad,
The crazy, the bad, make it look just fab.
But the price of bread, got me losing my head,
This inflation ain’t cute, turns my mood to red.

Throw me in the jungle, I’ll come out with fur,
Fashioned me a coat, and a diamond spur.
From the city lights to the desert sands,
I thrive anywhere, yeah, I make my stands.

But hit the grocery, and it’s a whole saga,
Bread's priced like gold, call it the dough drama.
Skipping past the bakery, my heart feels heavy,
This ain’t no joke, y’all, can't afford my PBJ!

Can deal with snakes, can handle the fakes,
I've climbed the highest stakes, no room for breaks.
But that bread on the shelf, it’s a theft so stealth,
Got me questioning my wealth, it’s bad for my health!

Yeah, the wild, the mad,
The crazy, the bad, make it look just fab.
But the price of bread, got me losing my head,
This inflation ain’t cute, turns my mood-ring red.

Throw me in the jungle, I’ll come out with fur.
I'm queen of the street, got my crown on tight,
Turn up at the club, we party all night.
Champagne showers, we laugh at the power,
Rollin' deep with my crew, we bloom like a flower.

Yet, in the bread aisle, I face defeat,
A price tag battle, I can’t compete.
Who knew a loaf could knock me off my feet?
This bread’s burnin’ pockets, it’s the ultimate cheat.

Rolling through the city, I make it all look easy,
But these bread prices crazy, they really tease me.
From laughing at danger to this strange new fear,
Who thought a loaf of bread would bring me to tears?

I handle it all, yeah, the wild, the mad,
The crazy, the bad, make it look just fab.
But the price of bread, got me losing my head,
This inflation ain’t cute, no food, we'll soon be dead.


I'm queen of the street, got my crown on tight,
Turn up at the club, we party all night.
Champagne showers, we laugh at the power,
Rollin' deep with my crew, we bloom like a flower.

Yet, in the bread aisle, I face defeat,
A price tag battle, I can’t compete.
Who knew a loaf could knock me off my feet?
This bread’s burnin’ pockets, it’s the ultimate cheat.

Rolling through the city, I make it all look easy,
But these bread prices crazy, they really tease me.
From laughing at danger to this strange new fear,
Who thought a loaf of bread would bring me to tears?

I handle it all, yeah, the wild, the mad,
The crazy, the bad, make it look just fab.
But the price of bread, got me losing my head,
This inflation ain’t cute, no food, we'll be dead.

I handle it all, yeah, the wild, the mad,
The crazy, the bad, make it look just fab.
But the price of bread, got me losing my head,
This inflation ain’t cute, no food, we'll be dead.

I handle it all, yeah, the wild, the mad,
The crazy, the bad, make it look just fab.
But the price of bread, got me losing my head,
This inflation ain’t cute, no PBJ, I be dead.

No PBJ, I be dead.

No PBJ, I be dead.

Written by Dave Solomon (BMI)
Copyright 2024 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

The Price Of Bread

"The Price Of Bread" by Harmony Bubble

The mansion in our town


One street down from the shopping street is the mansion in our town.

However, I've never seen anyone enter or leave through that gate.

There's no nameplate on the gate of the house.
I've never seen lights on at night.

I don't know of any horrific murders there in the past or anything like that.


There're several sukiya-style houses and a vast garden.
Does no one live here or is there some special circumstance?

After all, I'm not from this town, no matter how many years I live here.

I guess those who should know know and those who don't don't need to know.


The mansion is neither old nor suspicious in any way.
But there is no sign of people at all. 
It is a common but peaceful town, no one talks about the mansions.

I don't know this town well enough to fabricate a ghost story.

I don't know of any horrific murders there in the past or anything like that.

I guess those who should know know and those who don't don't need to know.


the mansion in our town

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