Lammbone

The World should care for the Children, they need a better present & a better futur... 

Lyrics & Vocals : Special Cecilia

Musicians Beatmakers, if you want you can remix this song adding some instrumental. 
The file is on Freedownload.
Let's Keep spreading positive vibes...

PRAY FOR THE CHILDREN

Composition, lyrics, piano, guitar, vocals by Joliz

February 2025

Same Pace

I started cool
You lit a fire.
When I burned
You turned to ice.

I started low
You pushed me higher.
When I lost grip
You crawled away.

I started slowly
You came to chase me.
When I gave up
You pulled the brake.

Our feelings grew
You hid behind wire
And I got hurt
Crossing the fence.

My loved one don’t
Think of the future.
You will see
It’ll never be.

All our lifes
Are made of moments.
They’re here and now
Each day anew.

All our plans
For the future
Are made of dreams
No dreams come true.

Then it turned the tide
And I lost interest.
I wanted life
Not chase and flight.

And I broke up
I broke off contact.
Then you woke up
And faced the fact.

You said "It makes no sense
To commit suicide
Out of fear
You might one day die.

Give me your hand
And let’s start living
Here and now
Each day anew."

Now we walk these streets
Each day together
Neither fast nor slow
But at the same pace.

My loved one don’t
Think of the future.
You will see
It’ll never be.

Same Pace

This is the only live-recorded ballad I can put up here from the first album of Stytz Syndicate.
Line Up:
Stytz                             : guitar/leadvocals
Michael Roth                : harmonicas/vocals
Günther Reger             : saxophone/vocals
Claus Wengenmayr     : keyboards/vocals
Benno Richter              : bass
Jörg Schäfer                : drums
Lyrics                            : Pee Gee
Album Cover-Painting : Joachim Scheffler

Many people in the audience that night became teary-eyed hearing this song. 
The band gave it their absolute best and Stytz sang with heartbreaking intensity.

Thinkin´of the years we spent
Together...you and me
Goin´thru a constant change of ups and downs
I remember when we fell in love
A world full of colors surrounding us
We were happy all the time

It´s so hard to bear when words get in the way
So hard to bear when nothing`s left to say
So hard to say ...I´m sorry, it´s too late
I just fail to understand why
Our love´s come to an end

So afraid of losin you
I made a big mistake
But I know I have to realize
The feelings are gone
I can never change your mind
You made your own decision
Tryin´to find a way 
Leadin` back to yourself

It´s so hard to bear when words get in the way
So hard to bear when nothing´s left to say
So hard to say...I´m sorry it´s too late
I just fail to understand why
Our love´s come to an end

Our Love´s Come To An End ,  Stytz Syndicate

LYRIC VIDEO :  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wlcw1ud7BXo
This is a song that came to me quite in Full on the evening of Christmas Day 2024 which was also the First Nite of Hanukkah 2024 at just around 11pm, Just like Magic. 
~ I do believe my beautiful late Mom may have had something to do with it ~ I've never had a song write itself practically in entirety so easily ~ Hope It Brings Hope ~~ & Yes ~ Magic !  
© 2025

The City of Magically

I’m Keeping Score (open invitation for a collab from IPG1) 
IPG1 & Paploviante
Original Vocals from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/im-keeping-score-vocals-92-bpm
Paploviante: E-Bass, Mix, Mastering and Music Composition. 
Picture Background P. Racle Senior (R.I.P)

I'm Keeping Score

1. The fetus "devours" it's mother while in uterus, depriving her from numerous nutrients, causing her many discomforts through the pregnancy.
2. Each femininity is being "devoured" by her menstrual flow from it's start till it ends.
3. Each woman is being "devoured" while existing in patriarchal societies.
4. You name it...
Oh, sometimes I wish I could crawl back into my mother's womb.
Thank you Simone :)

Devour (Respect The Womb)

Hey…. Hope you’re all well. Thanks for dropping by. These days, maybe like you, I can easily get upset about what is happening in the world… and like most of us, I have occasional moments of anger and despair, frustration and feeling at a loss. So I often seek solace in gardening and in nature. When I smile these days… it is not necessarily a happy smile. It is a knowing smile that I can share with the world.… So here’s a little banjo song with a smile. Mark

Out In The World

Hello… thanks for dropping by. This song is a loud, electric-slide song. It has overdriven slide, some homemade (learning how to:no drum kit) percussion, a vocal harmony and gravely vocals. I am happy I am able to do this at all, at 68 years of age… especially singing, which greatly wanes with age. (I really just started to sing within the last decade or so.) Traveling On… may be seen as a metaphor, or not, it doesn’t really matter. It might signify personal change or a movement toward and/or away from something. There is a hint of recognition, insofar as the unwavering essence of who we are… There is a suggestion of working toward peace. Again, this could be seen as metaphorical, in a sense of personal introspection. What do we espouse, condone and accept in this life for ourselves and society? Do you want to ‘Travel On’? Thanks for hanging out, Mark

Traveling On

from "2 est égal à 3", released September 16, 2024

mnOTR is Marie-Noëlle Reyntjens + Shane Watt

Music & lyrics by Marie-Noëlle Reyntjens
+ piano, lead and back-up vocals

Production and arrangements by Shane Watt
+ bass, guitar, drums, percussion, glockenspiel, keyboard, accordéon, back-up vocals

Back-up vocals on 5 by MoMeTi

Mastering by Fran Ashcroft

Artwork by Elléonne 

2 est égal à 3

Le mur

Naughty Boys ..(Wipe Out The Past) some bad memories of a boy´s childhood.. fictional story.. but in real life unfortunately likely to happen.. 
LIVE- Version...no overdubs.. use headphones.

Stytz Syndicate   : music H. Stytz  arrangement Stytz Syndicate  
Story and Lyrics  : Pee Gee

Lyrics

One morning I woke up with sweat on my face
Deep inside a nightmare left an ugly trace
Taken back to the time when I was young
It´s been so hard to live up to bein´mother´s son

NAUGHTY NAUGHTY ..that´s what mother said
NAUGHTY BOYS get a punch on the head
NAUGHTY NAUGHTY..that´s what mother said
Don´t wanna be a good boy..Don´ t wanna be a good one

Little boys must sit straight at the table
A good boy here, a good boy there..you get your label
Little boys shut their mouth when adults speak
Daddy´s boy is strong and tough but never weak

NAUGHTY NAUGHTY..that´s what she said...................

Wiping out , wiping out... wipe out the past....................

Why mother .. you never asked how I felt inside
Why father .... you pushed me back when I cried
It´s been so hard to live up to being your son
I remember what you said when I done something wrong

NAUGHTY NAUGHTY.. that´s what you said 
NAUGHTY BOYS get a punch on the head
NAUGHTY NAUGHTY ..that´s what you said
Don´t wanna be a good boy..don´t wanna be a good one

Wiping out..wiping out..wipe out the past ..........................

Naughty Boys     Stytz Syndicate

LYRIC VIDEO :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKSOBiLlcYI
This is a Song I wrote a bit ago & finally recorded~~
& it's the First Song off my New Project !
To All Things Love, Light, Energy, Universal Forces & Special Beings ~
Hope Everyone Enjoys It  ~ It was Really Fun to Play !!!
© 2025 Donna Dior

LIKE THE SUN


HIBERNATING LOVE
AMOUR ENDORMI
THIRTY EIGHT YEARS OF
PRECIOUS MEMORIES     

UNFORGOTTEN LOVE
QUI COMME PAR MAGIE
A REFAIT PEAU NEUVE
AUJOURD’HUI                 

LOVELY RITA SPATOLA
FROM TORINO TO PARIS
ALORS QUE AUX USA
S’EN EST RETOURNÉ BARRY
                                                                    
BUT WAIT, THAT’S NOT THE WHOLE STORY

HIBERNATING LOVE
REVENU À LA VIE
ON THE WINGS OF A DOVE
L’HIVER EST FINI

WINTER IS OVER 
ECCO LA PRIMAVERA
BONGIORNO GIOVANNA, ANNA MONICA VANDA
I TUTTI QUANTI

BELLA RITA SPATOLA
ROMANTICA LADY
L’AMOUR QUITE A TOMBOLA
D’AMÉRIQUE EN ITALIE

EVERLASTING LOVE
REVENU À LA VIE
FOR MANY YEARS OF
ETERNITY         

HIBERNATING LOVE
UNFORGOTTEN LOVE
EVERLASTING LOVE
OUI OUI OUI

I SEE PASQUALINO 
SMILING FROM ABOVE
SI SI SI 

ÔM


RITA SPATOLA (Lyrics) Song for Rita

Vocals: Winkandwoo
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/the-great-awakening-vocal-stem-124-bpm
Mix and Production: Lou Osiavo

Great Awakening

Hey…. Thanks for dropping by. April 21st, fresh snow on the ground that hopefully will melt off by the end of the day. Yesterday, I was out transplanting some small Lupine and Columbine plants from out of the lawn. They grew there from seed that spilt from nearby flowerbeds. I put them into a rock garden I recently refurbished. I pulled all the rocks out, dug down to get all the invasive grass roots out, and rebuilt it with a few extra rocks. After that chore, I dug up several Spruce seedlings from the Spruce trees I planted here decades ago. Those little saplings grew up under a lilac bush, so I moved them out into open areas in the backyard. They probably won’t get to be 3 feet tall by the time I pass from this mortal coil, as I am old, but I plant them anyway b/c they’ll most likely still be here when I am gone. Ha. I have been transplanting a lot of volunteer flower plants into my neighbor’s yard, from my vegetable garden in preparation for Spring planting. They find their way into the garden, by wind, bird or however, and I just let them grow, but soon there’s more flowers than vegetables, so I find them new homes. Lastly, I replaced the wonky wheel and axle assembly on my old wheelbarrow, held together by hose clamps, during a snowy day last week, with a wheel from a wheelbarrow I recently got from a pile of free stuff (junk) out on the road, that a neighbor was tossing out. The barrow was cracked, but the wheel/axle were fine. Now I am ready to roll. That is how Spring is here in the mountains…. So several years back, there was quite a large pack of dogs that would freely run around our rural neighborhood. They lived here and loved being able to roam. When I first saw them on my way to the mailbox, they did not know me, and several dogs growled at me. (Rightly so.) Ha. It was a standoff moment for sure. So I just laughed at them. They were not anticipating that. So from then on, we’d have some fun whenever I saw them. Most of those dogs have died over the years. It was sad to see them go. So I included them in this song. I hope you like it. Mark

Going To The Dogs


I was struck by an article in the Guardian 10 years ago about a woman who used to hang out and work with the Rolling Stones in the 60s and the article was about adapting to old age while having nostalgia for such a potent time in her life. For this recording I had to change one word - 70 to 80. Musically it needed to be rhythmic but melancholic: something you got from major and minor seventh songs in the mid 70s as disco kicked in



YESTERDAY’S PEOPLE

Yesterday’s people used to party, party, party
Yesterday’s people were so cool so cool so cool

There was a girl her skin so fresh and fine
There was a guy as smooth as a dark red wine
They were out there in a happening era
Face to face so close and nearer
Photogenic and oh so bold
But that generation has all grown old

In 69 it was crazy zany time
In London town all that music going down
Young people travelling - free love happening
Beautiful people philosophizing
Mary Jane twilight in the Mediterranean
That generation they’ve all grown old

If you’re talking to an 80 year old guy
Remember he - was Mr cool way back in time
Try to imagine the face much younger
The yearning soul hormonal hunger
Suite Judy blue eyes young people dancing
That generation they’ve all grown old


Yesterdays People

Dans notre bar    (Translated under the French text )

Texte :        Josette LéonardCocquempot
Chant :        Karine
Musique  :  Alain Illos

Dans notre bar , je t'attendais
Yeux charbonneux , bouche cerise , 
les jambes gainées de soie grise , 
je t'attendais . 

Dans notre bar je t'attendais
Indifférente à ce garçon 
et à son regard polisson , 
je te guettais .

Anxieuse et un peu fébrile
Je pensais à ces turbulences
À ces nuages imbéciles
Qui menaçaient notre romance

Mai découvrait    ses blancs lilas
L’air embaumait le muguet tendre
Le garçon était toujours là
Et toi tu te faisais attendre .

Le temps passait imperturbable
Et l’angoisse en moi s’installait
Le verdict était implacable
Ton amour s’en était allé .

Dans notre bar je t'attendais 
Yeux charbonneux , bouche cerise , 
les jambes gainées de soie grise , 
je t'attendais .  

 Je n’allais pas te supplier
Il me fallait baisser les armes
A travers un rideau de larmes 
Le garçon me souriait

In our Bar

In our bar , 
I was waiting for you
Smoky eyes , cherry mouth , 
legs sheathed in grey silk , 
I was waiting for you . 

In our bar, I was waiting for you
Indifferent to this boy 
and his polite look, 
I was watching for you.

Anxious and a little feverish
I thought of the turbulence
To those foolish clouds
That threatened our romance

May uncovered its white lilacs
The air was fragrant with tender lily of the valley
The boy was always there
And you kept waiting .

Time passed unperturbed
And anguish settled inside me
The verdict was implacable
Your love was gone.

In our bar I waited for you 
Smoky eyes, cherry mouth, 
legs sheathed in gray silk, 
I waited for you.  

 I wasn't going to beg you
I had to lower my weapons
Through a curtain of tears 
 The boy smiled at me

Dans notre bar avec Karine

DIO MIO
TOTAL CATASTROPHE THAT’S ME
JESUS HAVE MERCY ON ME  
MISLOVING LOVING TOO MUCH
MISLOVING OR NOT ENOUGH
MISLOVING CAUGHT IN MY OWN
VICIOUS CIRCLE

DIO MIO
I’M TALKING TO YOU GOD ALMIGHTY
BLIND LOVE IS ALL I CAN SEE
MISLOVING  IT’S ALL TOO MUCH 
MISLOVING  I’VE HAD ENOUGH    
MISLOVING BEING MY OWN
BALLS AND CHAINS
BALLS

MISLOVING  NEVER ENOUGH   
MISLOVING WE KEEP IN TOUCH 
MISLOVING BEING OUR OWN
DIO MIO

MISLOVING (Lyrics)

Lyrics:

Open your mind
See what you've done
Brand new sun
Clear those eyes

Do not
Stay too tame
Leave thine shame
Harmonise

Now
Plan is set
Won't forget
Phoenix rise!

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This song is a personal one about the companionship I feel with my friends when I play music with them. Using the phoenix theme of death and rebirth in the fire. The inspirations for this song include the progressive songwriting of Yes, and the lyrical playing of Mei Semones. I guess you could say I'm blending an old style with a new one. I have been enjoying writing shorter songs recently. Something about the attention span of everyone these days demands quick playback. Hope you enjoy!

Written, recorded, performed and mixed by Matt Norsa/Naïve Composer.

Phoenix Rise!

Additional vcls B.Browning

SOMEONE SAID
DON’T GO MISTAKING PARADISE WITH A HOME ACROSS THE ROAD AND I SAY
DON’T GO MISTAKING WICKED.COM WITH WICKEDMOVIE.COM OH NO
IT MIGHT LEAD YOU INTO A MATTEL GLITCH SOMETHING YOU DON’T REALLY WISH EVEN IF YOU’RE OVER 21
BREAK A LEG DON’T BREAK AN ARM SKIING IN THE TELLURIDE
ET CAETERA MAN AUX ARMES SOUVIENS-TOI, BONNIE AND CLYDE
BEING OVER SEVENTY ONE
I THOUGHT I MIGHT CLICK ON THE LINK COULD I BELIEVE I SAW ? OH NO
OVER 6000 WICKED SCENES
HOW CAN THEY ALL FIT IN ONE SCREEN? OBSCENE MAN OBSCENE
I’D RATHER HAVE THE LAND OF OZ A TALKING GOAT WITH A POINTED HAT A FEMALE CHILD GLINDA THE GOOD ELPHABA GALINDA TIT FOR TAT
SANS COMPTER MADAME MORRIBLE WHAT IS LIFE BUT A SILLY RIDDLE ENFIN BREF
AU FESTIVAL DE TELLURIDE
OU QUE TU SOIS OU MÊME AILLEURS MES MEILLEURS VŒUX DES INVALIDES DE MÉNILMUCHE, DU SACRÉ CŒUR
OUI CAR TOUT ÇA C’EST D’LA BROUTILLE L’IMPORTANT MAN, C’EST LA FAMILLE PAS VRAI ?
REMY MAGALI REBECCA REBECCA REMY MAGALI AND PHYLLIS OF COURSE
HERE’S TO THE SOCCER PLAYERS BON ANNIV BON ANNIV EMMANUEL

MATTEL GLITCH (Lyrics) Song for Emmanuel

Vidéo : youtu.be/z-aae0BK5p8

Brande (Translated after the French text )

Texte : Sanzen
Chant : Desdanova ( @denis-rousseau-182743563 )
Musique : Alain Illos

Sans un bruit, ce matin,
une rose est éclose.
Perdue en ce jardin
où mon coeur agonise.
Au milieu de hautes herbes,
c'est elle survivante.
Soudain dans l'air vibrant,
mes souvenirs voltigent.
Dans la chaude lumière,
de cette beauté naissante;
perdues dans ma mémoire,
de sinistres images...
Sans un bruit ce matin,
mon coeur s'est lavé.
Perdu en ce jardin,
dans la chaude lumière.
Au milieu de mes souvenirs
qui voltigent.
Des hautes herbes
et d'un été naissant.
C'est ma joie survivante,
sur la brande, ce matin.
Aux vies agonisantes,
à la beauté naissante.
Aux images oubliées,
soudain, dans l'air vibrant.

Brande
Without a sound, this morning,
a rose bloomed.
Lost in this garden
where my heart agonizes.
In the midst of tall grasses,
is the surviving rose.
Suddenly, in the vibrant air,
my memories flutter.
In the warm light,
of this emerging beauty;
lost in my memory,
of sinister images...
Without a sound this morning,
my heart washed.
Lost in this garden,
in the warm light.
In the midst of my fluttering memories
.
Tall grasses
and a budding summer.
This is my surviving joy,
on the heather this morning.
To dying lives,
to emerging beauty.
To forgotten images,
suddenly, in the vibrant air.


Lammbone

Dirk