Ain't That Like My Masterpiece

SEASONS.  Spring & Autumn

Time stopped in Santa Cruz.

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I created this composition, like others, between 2014 and 2016.

I finished work and went with my iPad to create music.

The center of all this time was the neighborhood of Santa Cruz, in the center of Seville, my city.

Anyone who visits my city will inevitably pass by there.

Some of my favorite tapas places are there.

The terraces of some hotels have spectacular views from which you can enjoy the city while having a drink, a coffee, a wine, or whatever you prefer. I know them all.

The small squares full of tranquility, the murmur of water from some fountains, the sensation of feeling history as a pure essence! or the smell of orange blossom, which permeates everything around this time of year, make me enjoy something special that, in some way, I need. It's hard to explain, but that's how it is.

And there it seems that time stops.



12 tracks from Music Studio 2 with original instruments and from the Xewton forum.

1 Track with Sunrizer synthesizer
1 Track with Kv331 Synthmaster 
1 Track with X pad.


DAW. MS2
Hardware. ipad

Mix. My car. 🚘

Thank you for your listening and comments

Paco.

Time Stopped In Santa Cruz ( Nv 2024)

This song will go private shortly. Exclululusive From a section of songs that will apear in 2024.
I will comment back to anyone who post feedback.
xx Ray xx

TRUTH RAY - ASTRAL YOUTH

Leon Carter on drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on guitars and I’m on the bass and singing and playing the keyboard.

Artwork by old friend and true Sussex sage Rob Winterson (Wintz).
https://www.instagram.com/wintz_art/ 
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Lyrics;

Blackcap* at the top of chalky bostal
Burial mounds shrouded in the fog
Our spirit will embrace the loss

Thank you for giving me your roots
For to sit upon and drip upon, I’m ripping off my boots
On your trunk I slump
In the evening sun

Touch my heart with your empathetic eyes
Warm and safe and you’re honest and kind
Counted up my blessings and they multiplied
You guided me through the most difficult of times 
Hug my soul and you saved my life 
Held me tight when I needed a cry
I don’t think that I can thank you enough
Watch me fly cos I’m lifted by your love

Thank you for giving me a family
Welcome me, made me feel at home
You fill me with the hope
That I can give you what you give me

Thank you for the time and for the space
For the panoramic enigmatic place to contemplate
In the fading light
Silently wide eyed

Touch my heart with your empathetic eyes
Warm and safe and you’re honest and kind
Counted up my blessings and they multiplied
You guided me through the most difficult of times 
Hug my soul and you saved my life 
Held me tight when I needed a cry
I don’t think that I can thank you enough
Watch me fly cos I’m lifted by your love

Don’t ever take it for granted
Don’t ever trade it for gold
Don’t ever take it for granted
This is your world

There’s a bliss in the mist
as it rises from the trees
There’s a hustle and a bustle
from industrious bees

There’s a reassuring robin
bobbing in the hawthorn
as the easy going Common Blue
passes through the morning

Hear the wistful thistle
in the middle of the field
Hear it’s whistle in the mizzle
as it drifts across the Weald

See the iridescent luminescent 
vibe-adelic hue
of the twilight effusing blends
of oranges and blues

There’s a forest dwelling moth
gives a reassuring nod
camouflaging with the bark
wings all dusty and soft

There’s a heavenly serenity 
waiting at the creek
and a joyful serendipity 
in the heron’s beak…

*https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/sussex/blackcap

Don’t Ever Take It For Granted

Low Tide

not competitive

What can I say... My kids are away so first chance I had to put the best word ever in a song... cunt... So I took it 😆🔆

In Ireland we naturally say... "Ah Ya Cunt" quite a lot so 🤷🏽 ... and we are proud of who we are... and our breaky 🫡

Lyrics

(Yeats does a crocodile roll in his grave...)

I will arise and go now
And go to an chistin
A large mountain of pig food
On a plate yes I shall make
Aww bacon, sausies pudding, eggs
Toaster grain buttered up
Aww breaky bread
Grilled and fried poached wets your toast
With this much salt
Soon we're spooky ghost

Full Irish Breakfast
Mac Cumhaill said eat fish
But it's oh so tasty this swine filled salty dish
Listen, it was a rasher that inspired this
Oh Salmon of knowledge evolve that myth

Ah I'm only messing we know we're fucked
But you only live once you healthy cunts
Like Garron says we curse for science
And pig the fuel for this daily reliance

"I'm English, ours is the same... "
No it's not wheres your white pudding?
And beans? Piss off
That's dinner
Save the farts for the wife
Fan those covers & bring humour to light

Full Irish Breakfast
Mac Cumhaill said eat fish
But it's oh so tasty this swine filled salty dish
Listen, it was a rasher that inspired this
Oh Salmon of knowledge evolve that myth

Full Irish Breakfast

Experiences -  28-4-2025

A challenge to see what I could create in 6 hours

ON THE BRASSY KNOLL

borrowed wings

Curly Compositions from a German Composer.

not competitive

Robert Knote