Fuel for Dance: Composed, arranged, performed and produced by Evandro B. Lira aka Vintage Mutation.

The aforementioned composition evokes "the duty of the Human Being to express Life with intensity", that is, "to commit oneself with heart and soul to everything one decides to do". Vivid expression is the "fuel" that drives movement and art of existence (dance).

Fuel for Dance

The Wall Side 3, Part 2- https://on.soundcloud.com/3Mvt1QWd6TGHFnWr8
The Wall Side 3, Part 3- https://on.soundcloud.com/ha9vRxbyKPNyyfrr7

Last year I posted an extended remake/rework/remix/reproduction of one of my all time favorite album "sides", Pink Floyd The Wall, Side 3. At the time, I left off the first two tracks, Hey You and Is There Anybody Out There. Just for fun, I decided to revisit the project, and go ahead and include the omissions to complete the collection! 

A multitude of digital means and methods were used to recreate these iconic tunes (which were originally done in analog, of course!). All vocals are 100% redone. Here's how everything else came together:

Hey You- Full reproduction, using some predone MIDI sequences, as well as my own playing and programming. I put flesh on the bones using a variety of synths and samplers. Joined on vocals by my Floydian friend and singing partner Tone Hjelt

Is There Anybody Out There?- Pretty much same as above! Used some predone MIDI sequences, some  my own playing/programming, and put a touch of the original instrumental track under the opening drone swell to enhance the sound. 

Nobody Home- A full reproduction I actually did a couple of years ago. All instruments and vocals are done from scratch, except for the original background sounds.

Vera- Also a full reproduction, all instruments/vocals newly done from scratch, with a revised arrangement from original.

Bring The Boys Back Home- Full reproduction, using East/West orchestral software, NI Kontakt, and my trusty Korg Kronos.

Comfortably Numb- My lead vocals recorded over reworked, predone instrumental backing track, including an layered alternate melody part (done by David Bowie in a live performance with David Gilmour). No pre-recorded BGV's on this one, all the vocs you hear are mine. Instrumentally, I again layered several synths/strings over the existing tracks to enhance and embellish the sound.

Anyone familiar with these tracks will recognize the interlude/background sounds from the original. I did a bit of remixing and added enhancements on these as well to make them stand out a bit more.

Everything I recorded was done via synthesizers, samples, and sequencing. All in all, a very fun and definitely challenging project! Didn't try to reinvent the wheel here, just tried to polish up the rims a bit, and create a more immersive listening experience for these timeless and iconic tunes!

Hope you enjoy my tribute. Mad props to PF for this enduring masterpiece!!

**Updated 2025- The Wall Side 3, Part 1  (Hey You, Is There Anybody Out There?)

The Wind Blows North

This my 80th song on SoundCloud！
There occurred many things around me for these several months including career change. The environment changed but I 'm still happy that I can keep on making music (^_^)
I hope you enjoy !!

Wandering Around With My Guitar

Originally written by Jim Mcgill in 2021 - covered by Nettamoon in 2023.

Penny (cover)

Flowers.

Written in January 2024.

Published in July 2025.


During the first few months of last year, I was ill with my recurring kidney stone problems.

Fortunately, that passed.

I left some of the compositions I started unfinished, and some sketches were barely started.

This is one of them.

My mother lives in a typical Andalusian house in Seville.

One of the characteristics of these houses is that they usually have a courtyard where there are all kinds of flowering and non-flowering plants.

Obviously, they need to be cared for, watered, fertilized, etc.
My mother loves doing it, and in spring she reaps the rewards of her labor.

I always give my flower icons to the women I follow (I hope I'm not annoying them by doing that), so I thought it was interesting to draw inspiration from all of that to put this together.

17 Tracks native instruments MS2 & Old Xewton forum.
3 XPad 
2 iMini Arturia
1 iProphet Arturia
2 korg IM
1 Ob-xd 
1 flowtones 


Mix: my hear 
Software. Music Studio 2
Hardware.ipad

Cover. A part of the courtyard of my mother's house

Thank you for your comments

Next…. Crossroad

Flowers

Beyond the Ridgeline

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

BEFORE THINGS WENT AWRY
>
TAKE OFF THAT STRAIT JACKET
MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME
NO NEED TO BE BOUND BY CONVENTION
IN THE EVENT OF AN EMERGENCY
FUMBLE FOR THE PHONE
YOU CAN ASK FOR ANY EXTENSION
TAKE A BREATH, COUNT TO THREE
MAKING SURE YOU’RE QUITE ALONE
THEN LISTEN FOR THE LIST OF DIRECTIONS
>
LIE BACK, CLOSE YOUR EYES, CONCENTRATE ON MY VOICE
>
I KNOW AT HEART YOU HAVE THE BEST INTENTIONS
YOU ONLY FALL APART WHEN I FORGET TO MENTION
THAT YOU WERE ONCE THE GO TO PARTY GUY
MAGNET TO THE MINIONS BEFORE THINGS WENT AWRY
>
BLAME THE LOSS OF CONTROL ON THE DEVILS IN WHITE COATS
THE STEALER OF SOULS
WILL EAT YOU WHOLE
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
>
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
>
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
YOU DON’T WANNA BE FOUND
>
LISTEN TO THE VOICES THEY ARE CALLING YOUR NAME
TELLING YOU, BE PATIENT, AND NOT TO RUN AWAY
(JUST BIDE YOUR TIME AND WAIT)
SO STAY AND PLAY THEM AT THIER OWN GAME
THEY WANT SOME PROOF THAT YOU’RE CLINICALLY INSANE
>
FLYING SO HIGH REQUIRED YOUR BEST DISGUISE
BUT ALAS IT TOOK ITS TOLL ALWAYS LIVING A LIE
SWINGING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN LOW AND HIGH
RESULTED IN DIVORCE BETWEEN HAND AND EYE
>
CAN YOU HEAR THE VOICES
CALLING YOUR NAME
CALLING YOUR NAME
>
THIS JACKET ISN’T MEANT TO STRAIGHTEN YOU OUT
IT WAS SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO LOCK YOU IN
FUNCTIONS LIKE AN OUTER SKELETON AND SKIN
PLACING UNDER LOCK AND KEY THAT MANIACLE GRIN
>
THE AMICABLE SPLIT DIDN’T HAPPEN BIT BY BIT
IT HAPPENED IN A BLINK BARELY LEAVING TIME TO THINK
ONE PERSONA KEPT A GRASP ON WIT 
(HE’S A FUNNY GUY)
THE OTHER WANTS TO QUIT
ONCE THE TWO LIVED SIDE BY SIDE BUT NOW NO LONGER FIT
>
CALLING YOUR NAME


CAN I TAKE YOUR STRAIT JACKET, SIR

filmmusic based on a song of Irma Thomas. Sound in Motown style.
Phil Spector….?

Filmmuziek 4 (arrangement song from Irma Thomas< Ad van Nederpelt)

Our little band has been busy over the summer months working on songs for a fall release.  This is perhaps one of the more spiritually-centered songs we have written and published.  How responsible are we for the evil that has come upon the world, for the resultant suffering it has brought. Peter's beautiful words begin with an act of redemption for mankind, but end with judgement not by God's choice, but man's will. 
The words did not come easily as Peter confesses that his pen "hovered above the last line for several minutes" not wanting to write it, but with a prophet's conviction, knew it must be written. The question is begged by those who will to believe, does the beauty of God's creation also involve justice and judgement, what Luther called "God's alien work"?  
Peter's verse has never been more poignant or Seagull's production more finely crafted. His track note also offers further insight into our thinking on the song and is well worth reading.
Guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, superb Mix & Production, Seagull; @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice - Clara Sorace

Web of Circles

…and place the host upon my tongue
as his grace, the bishop did, when I was young
to set life's path as angels sung
since when I've tracked an arcing line
my cracked heart marinades in altar wine
as webbed circles on repeat define
…
……the mirrored threads within my mind.

…and carbon copies as before
in mobius time reflect the score
while catastrophes gorge today once more
identikits forged on command from yesterday
nothing learned, just press replay
and watch heads in hands as the people pray
…
……for the pendulum to swing the other way

…and certain as the wheeling orbit's path
history founders on future’s aftermath
to sin once more as lucifer belly laughs
run aground we last forget that sacred host
‘neath chancel’s hell he resurrects what aches the most
humanity self-lashed to eternity’s whipping post
…
……by the Father, Son and Holy Ghost

Web of Circles (Seagull, Peter, and David)

Hi I'm Ross, and I'm a singer, musician, songwriter, and producer. Let's connect and share our creativity with one another!

"Let there be songs to fill the air..." Robert Hunter

**Updated 2025- The Wall Side 3, Part 1 (Hey You, Is There Anybody Out There?)

Ross Smithe