this is so cool..  just love it guy´s..    great lyrics and vocal.  and the arrangement are just exellent..  :O)

really great, guys… Ich wünsch Euch schöne Weihnachten!

Pandora... 
make up your own mind...   
Open up the box...deal with what you find!

Pandora

Mixing, mastering & additional SFX: Kenny Dyer [ https://soundcloud.com/kenny_dyer ]
Music, lyrics & vocals: Andersson Arte (Marty Andersson) [ https://andersson-arte.com ]

Kindle eBook [ https://www.amazon.com.au/Unadulterated-Thought-Mechanism-Andersson-Arte-ebook/dp/B0DBP4WJL7 ]

Marty Andersson: Victim of Love (Ver. 2.1, feat. Kenny Dyer)

Chorus
Got a few concepts 
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus (X2)

Left lane right lane
No choice, when it’s all the same
Same game, no picnic 
Systems broke, they won’t fix it
Life is work, what shift is this
Just take up your lane
And mind your own business
No outlet, just gridlock and lockstep 
An influx of Notifications to obligations, not met
Forced to live your pain, then accept your death
Will anyone listen, about the changing climate 
No one hears a silence threats 
Two steps back, why the hell is that
Never really had my footing, and that’s a fact
If it’s established that’s a good thing
But how do we get there from the very beginning

Chorus
Got a few concepts 
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus

Living for a payday, just ain’t good business
It don’t mean wealth or riches
Equal time or payment
That one percent is ruthless, 
Gatekeepers to key places
Holding all the leverage
Been this way for ages
Maintaining just how things are
So no one cannot change it
A never ending circle of henchmen, different faces
political power to start wars
If things ——don’t go their way
That a constant state of play
Armed with well aimed projectile
That can, ruin your whole day
Make no waves, make no mistake,
We’re all in a state of play

Chorus
Got a few concepts 
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus

Got A Few Concepts

juste un tour

Comme vous

Comme Vous  - STYC x MAZ

I was too young to understand love

a grey fog in my head, she counted sheep

Sometimes i play guitar, sometimes there is silence

I can see the cobalt pines in the distance

Cobalt Pines

The Traveller

Love

The Garden Of Stolen Dreams by Jeamland & joerxworx

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 11/2024.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

Une petite chanson française 
A little french song

Oh Soleil

Lyrics

Oh soleil,
ne me quittes pas,
gardes moi avec toi,
après l'été,
le cœur envouté,

Oh soleil,
un œil sur la mer,
sans vent contraire,
sous un bleu lunaire,

tu rougit à la nuit,
posé sur une mer d'huile,
tes aurores boréales,
comme des messages subliminales,

Oh soleil,
tu demeures éternel,
perché là haut dans le ciel,
tu es la vie, tu es le miel,


Oh soleil,
pour nous les êtres éphémères,
tu es la lumière,
sur cette terre,

Oh soleil,
tu es mon réveil,
Oh soleil,
mon sommeil,


Oh soleil,
mon éternel, 
mon arc en ciel,
mon univers, 



Oh Soleil

Bloody Tayo Majo Day

¡¡ Warning: very old track with very LO-FI sound !!

4th track, november'93. Time passes, life changes ourselves. I play clean guitars, focusing my work on changing rhythmics, from the smoothest to the most passioned. 

El 4º tema, noviembre de 1993. El tiempo pasa, la vida nos cambia. Toco la guitarra sin distorsión y trabajo especialmente la base rítmica en las distintas partes, pasando de lo más sutil a lo más rítmico y apasionado.

Lyrics/Letra:

Cuando me comporto de un modo raro 
me cierras las puertas;
mi sueño termina, estoy acabado,
donde ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

Todo en lo que confiaba, ahora se derrumba...
Aquello que despreciaba, es lo que me gusta...
y es que ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

Creo sentir un empujón que me invita a seguir.
Creo llegar a un tiempo más lejano que tus ojos...
donde ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

El aire canta frío entre los tejados...
me veo aquí dormido, a mi lado...
y me levanto en la sombra para tocar el cielo...
donde ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

La luz se aleja, la luz se acerca,
las luces juegan con mi cabeza,
me siento raro, me siento raro, me siento raro,
y es que ya nada es igual, ya nada es igual.

The Garden Of Stolen Dreams by Jeamland & joerxworx

Morten Jeamland

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