MY NAME IS QUI TU ES

Lazy summer evening

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Unleashed Passions

IN CASE YOU FORGOT ME, I WANTED TO SAY MY NAME AGAIN, HELLO MY FRIENDS, IT HAS BEEN A WHILE, I HOPE THIS FINDS YOU ALL WELL.  THIS IS A DEEEEEEEEP DUBBBBBBBBBBY ONE FOR YOUR MIND AND I HOPE YOU CAN GROOVE OUT TO THE GALACTIC FUNKDIFIED REGGAE BOOM BAP HEREIN....BIG LOVE TO YOU ALL AND THX FOR KEEPING ME INSPIRED AND PUSHING THE MUSICAL LIMITS!!  BIG UPPP BIG LOVE....ROOTS!!!

MY NAME IS ROOTS DUBMAN

Who you are 

still early in the morning
and the day begins 
when everything s so beautiful
i'm blown away 
about how lucky i am 
suddenly the wind picks up
and black clouds are gathering
the storm explodes
without me understanding 
what really happened 

look at me i want to understand 
who you are 
explain me i need to learn 
who you are 
your dark moods torment me 
so tell me , who you are 

at the corner of my mouth 
a taste of honey 
and i feel like i touch the sky
as if this world was no longer the same 
i'll never live anything like that again
brutally , i wake up , everything s changed 
i tumble to the ground
this bad  bitter orange  taste in mouth

Qui Tu Es w/ Georg Boheme (translated lyrics)

Composed, arranged, performed and produced by:
Leon Pajer

Artwork by Robert Jereb

orlando51music © 2022

Sail Away   /   based on artwork by Robert Jereb

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Built around a recording of an alarm forming the audio background to a hospital visit. Musings on dementia.

Turbulent word streams, erratic coherence
Urgent meanings frustratingly mislaid
Inner sense to outer muddle [innocence]
Interface to inner struggle [in your face]
Fragmented paranoia, translucent target, floating beyond the grasp of balanced conscience
Unviolated nuance beyond interpretation
Disjointed intelligence, resentful agitation

Agitation

Another world

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composer and piano: kianoush koureshi
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One Thousand And One Nights

Regrets

The State of Israel was created almost 80 years ago in response to an attempted genocide. We are now watching a genocide of the Palestinian people in real time on our tv screens. This is happening with the collusion of democratic  governments. How did we descend to this?
This acoustic guitar improvisation is by 3 guitars based on '4+ 20'. I had intended to write a protest song about the war, but I cannot find the words. This is inadequate, we should all speak up to condemn this barbarity however small our voices are. 
We "grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?"

Almost 80

Eileen_Guitar/Music Structure.
Lou_Guitar/Effects (less than previous)
On recorder listed 5/17/25.
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Original Song ©️2023.

Ricochet #2 Instrumental 5/17/25.

“Homeward Miles” 
Is a Folk/Country song about the long road back home. 
Every mile carries a story of longing, of familiar faces waiting, 
and the simple life that gives strength and peace. 

The song tells a timeless tale of return, hope, 
and finding your way back to where you truly belong.

41x0 Homeward Miles

First track of a new album where I'll try to be more eclectic, with closer approach to some genres. Experimented on this one over-editing vocal line on the left, and getting midi files out of organic guitar melodies, which I could play with virtual instruments. I hope you'll enjoy a different Ruizzoid shape.

Dedicated to Germán Coppini’s ‘Golpes Bajos’, one of my favorite groups of the Spanish ‘Nueva Ola’.

Pic: “Trapped in the past”, taken by me casually in the street.

Lyrics (original/translated):

NO TODO ACABA (JUGUETES ROTOS)  /  NOT EVERYTHING ENDS (BROKEN TOYS)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hay cosas en la vida que no cambian nada.  /  there are things in life which don’t change at all.
Hazme pensar que no estás gastada,  /  Make me think that you are not worn,
que el paso de los años no te cambió nada.  /  that the passing years didn’t change you at all.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Juguetes rotos, muñecas olvidadas,  /  Broken toys, forgotten dolls,
la imagen de mi espejo parece cansada.  /  the image from my mirror seems to be tired.
La voz de la noche ya no me llama,  /  The voice of the night doesn’t call me anymore,
me  resisto a pensar que todo se acaba.  /  I refuse to think that everything ends.

Hazme pensar que lo nuestro no acaba  /  Make me think that our thing doesn’t end
cuando despierte por la mañana.  /  when I wake up in the morning.
Hazme pensar en ti con calma,  /  Make me think about you calmly,
hazme creer que te tengo amarrada.  /  make me think that I get you tied up.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hazme creer que aún estoy en casa,  /  make me think that I’m still at home,
hazme pensar que duermo entre sábanas,   /  make me think that I sleep between sheets,
hazme pensar que nada cambia.  /  make me think that nothing changes.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

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No todo acaba (Juguetes rotos)

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