Yay, such lovely sound bringing me back to my youth!

lovely so nice sound&vocals,Phil👍always respect🙇✨

A really good pop track with a catchy riff and some lovely lyrics. Nice one.

Excellente song et parfaite réalisation musicale. Magnifique voix. Superbe. Grand bravo.

Nicely crafted with cute, organic flow; Roy Orbison feel. :)

Trapped

LOVES FIRE [LIVE]  Copyright SCRT Records

Aeronaut (2004, 2025) - Take flight into a different world
Originally written on a floppy disk in the year 2004, we were able to recover and produce this electronic masterpiece. Aeronaut captures the essence of 1990s dreamhouse and blends synthwave aesthetics with atmospheric melodies creating a floating, ethereal vibe. This song feels like a journey up in the clouds and is ideal for night-time flights or moments of reflection.

You can find this song on all streaming portals and on Bandcamp:
https://too.fm/ndm-aeronaut
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/aeronaut

This song is part of my album "Nightflight" which will be available on all streaming platforms and Bandcamp.
https://too.fm/ndm-nightflight
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/nightflight

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, synthesizer, programming, production
Photography: Nadine de Macedo

Where to find us:
https://www.youtube.com/@nadinedemacedo
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com

Aeronaut

Petit blues ou grosse déprime...Les dimanches sont parfois difficiles...
Small transient sadness or deep despair...Sometimes Sundays are hard.

TRANSLATION


I hate Sundays

This is the end of the Week
these days chaining me
I climb down the ladder
A little... disoriented
They advise me to rest
they advise me movie nights 
in my head voices are calling
And the trap closes is closing

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 

While others celebrate
With champagne and canapés
I raise my glass alone
To the end of eternity
The awful hour has come
the righteous and the kind ones
are giving up slowly
kicking the bucket

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 
Bridge

I’ve fled every party
Avoided the laughters
Like a tiny puppet 
or a wax doll in tears
But I know one Sunday
Tired of this waiting
I’ll take my revenge
On these faded years

Je hais les dimanches (with translation)

All Music recorded and performed by: John Baker
All Lead work written and performed by: Dale Norwood
Mixed and Mastered by: John Baker

Wanted to come back with a little AC/DC style track I thought up and recorded a few weeks back. My friend Dale Norwood lent his hand to the lead work for me. He isn't on soundcloud, but is a great guy and awesome musician. So sit back and just have some fun with this!!!

Unified Freak Show

I was listening to some Kraftwerk music, which inspired me to create this synthesizer-based music. Of course, I added guitar and drums to make it a real fusion music.

No Panic

Streaming

This is the second track off the trilogy album set “There to here (pt3)” called “Roll away the clouds”. It would be appreciated if you could listen to the track, and if you like, please comment and repost
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/2cm73t1Dyj1B3KYwT0cckU?si=99ae7d29ac774757
Youtube: https://youtu.be/z3xllDlNGdA
Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Vocals, guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen 
Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen 
Lyrics:
Verse 1
When the summer comes to rest
I feel so fulfilled, I feel so blessed
I’ve a new pair of shoes and a coat for a king
I’ve a house I call home and a wedding ring

Verse 2
All those blues just float away
This is gonna be another great day
I can see to the future with positive thought
From deep in the soul I thank brotherly support

Middle 8
Who can take away our dreams
We work so hard like soulless machines
Roll away the clouds let the sunshine in
Roll away the clouds hear birds sing
I’m just like any other 
Somewhere we have someone.
(Last time)
We’re all like a daughter and son 

Verse 3
Years can come and years may go 
Seasons change from sun to snow
I wouldn’t change a thing. That wouldn’t be me
At last I’ve found stability.


There to here  Pt. 3

Roll away the clouds

Modes About Me - Dead Body
Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Happy Not Hateful

Dead Body

This is my upcoming single written memories of being young and how you feel things differently at various points of your life. 

Ah, we might think to ask
Where has the time gone
The night still wears a mask
The days are just as long
But would you indulge me
While I say it’s gone so fast
That and we could’ve been much more
If innocence were meant to last
Days of diamonds wanting you
Blink of an eyelid it all came true
Preserved in time perfumed and sweet
What’s a lifetime for a love elite?
Such an age of innocence
It’s gone and won’t return
Words written then don’t make much sense
We loved we had our turn
Love oh love

A life begun shadow of death
On the back roads they seemed the same
One day too scared to take a breath
The next actions half insane
So would you comfort me
While I cry after all these years
Drink to that gained and what was lost
If you can still raise your glass then cheers
Beauty fades the temples burn down
Their foul words still come from the ground
Last nan standing what a surprise
What it cost you see in my eyes
Such an age of innocence
It’s gone and won’t return
Words written then don’t make much sense
We loved we had our turn
Such an age of innocence
You’ve never been far from me
A love song now don’t make much sense
Maybe in eternity
Love oh love

Age Of Innocence

FiiNDME

Para escuchar la versión de Martin T.  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/estoy-harto-feat-martin-t
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/estoy-harto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/estoy-harto-ver-texto

ESTOY HARTO

No sé si me acostumbraré
a pasar por tu puerta y no llamar
a que llegue el domingo por la tarde,
a las cuatro, no tener que ir a buscarte.

Sé bien lo duro que va a ser
pero he de afrontarlo con valor
pues dejar que los días lo decidan
sólo haría agrandarme más la herida.

Un día tuve confianza
y creí posible evitar
que un amor tan bello naufragara
pero hoy ¡ya no puedo más!

Estribillo

Estoy harto
de tu hipocresía
de tus fantasías
de que quieras ser
para unas cosas niña
y para otras mujer.

Estoy harto
de tantas mentiras
de soñar que un día
lograrás vencer
las rabietas que te guían
y dictan lo que has de hacer.

------------------- 

Mil veces me has dicho que sí,
que lo nuestro tenía que cambiar
pero luego, olvidándote de todo,
me demuestras que mi amor te importa poco.

Un día tuve confianza
y creí posible evitar
que un amor tan bello naufragara
paro hoy: ¡ya no puedo más!

Estribillo

I'M FED UP

I don't know if I'll ever get used to
walking through your door and not knocking,
or Sunday afternoon arriving at four, or not having to go looking for you.

I know how hard it's going to be,
but I have to face it with courage,
because letting the days decide would only make the wound worse.

One day I had confidence,
and I thought it was possible to prevent
such a beautiful love from foundering,
but today I can't take it anymore!

Chorus

I'm fed up
with your hypocrisy,
with your fantasies
about wanting to be
a girl in some ways
and a woman in others.

I'm fed up
with so many lies,
with dreaming that one day
you'll be able to overcome
the tantrums that guide you
and dictate what you have to do.

-------------------

A thousand times you've told me yes,
that our relationship had to change,
but then, forgetting everything,
you show me that my love means little to you.

One day I trusted myself
and believed it was possible to prevent
such a beautiful love from foundering.
I stop today: I can't take it anymore!

Chorus

Estoy harto AC

Phil Bowen 

Phil holds a doctorate in philosophy. He is a published author on topics that include emotional intelligence and stress management. His most recent book, "Passion killers in the age of stress and anxiety" is available through Vernon Press at: https://vernonpress.com/book/1106
An earlier book "Emotional intelligence does it really matter?" is also published through Vernon Press and is available from https://vernonpress.com/book/740

While pursuing a career in academia Phil also continues his career in music. He first started to learn the piano at the age of five and at ten began playing the piano accordion. At thirteen he started to learn the guitar. He has played keyboards, guitar and accordion professionally for many years. Phil also writes and records his own songs that have been played by bands in the UK. He is influenced by Ronnie Lane (Small faces/ Slim chance), Eagles, Van Morrison, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Blackberry Smoke.

Enjoy the eclectic mix of music from Dr Phil Bowen.
Also have a look at:
www.youtube.com/channel/UCCcmy6F8x9LlxstPGl34IYg
Also back catalogue at:
https://soundcloud.com/phil-bowen-114199826/tracks
music.apple.com/us/artist/phil-bowen/433806295 and
music.apple.com/us/search?term=Th…soners%20reformed

Roll away the clouds

Phil Bowen

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