W-Was that a gunshot?

Schalter Off

Todas as vezes que amei
Todas as cores que pintei
Todas as chances que busquei
Todas as causas que ganhei

E é só você que me importa
Nem o ar profundo me leva tão a fundo
E é só você que me importa
Sob esse sol nascem flores e amores
Um caminho

Todas as vezes que eu chorei
Todas as vezes que meus sonhos foram apenas vindos
Todas as letras que lhe dei
Todas as frases formadas, juntos

E é só você que me importa
Nem o ar profundo me leva tão a fundo
E é só você que me importa
Sob esse sol nascem flores e amores
Um caminho

Um Caminho

Giving and Taking (open invitation for a collaboration from IPG1) 
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/giving-and-taking-vox-90-bpm
Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
Lyrics IPG1:
Cloud Stepping (Chorus) Life is relative, 
to the one that’s living it Inside outlook, 
to giving and taking it 
Experience god’s works, all senses 
We were given just a little bit 
We couldn’t handle it all  the few we have 
can nearly fit the few 
we have can nearly fit
(Verse1) 
If we knew it all, and all, and all 
Then nothing would matter It’s all a puzzle to be solved 
We have always been the answer 
The plan of god without reward 
Evolves in different ways 
We are all awake in different dreams 
To let the devil play
(Verse2)
 Who amongst us hear the screams 
Of millions of lives lost,  and don’t look on it as savagery
 And wonder what’s the cost 
What’s the worth, and what’s the cost 
Are we listening or not 
Are we listening or not
(Chorus)
 Life is relative, to the one that’s living it Inside outlook, to giving and taking it Experience god’s works, all senses 
We were given just a little bit 
We couldn’t handle it all  the few we have 
can nearly fit the few we have can nearly fit

Giving And Taking IPG1 and Paploviante

Well hello… are we having fun yet as we travel around the sun? First off, I do not know how to play piano. Bear with me on this. I am just learning hand and finger placement on the keyboard. I did not use any of that to do this song. Ha. A friend just gave me an older electronic keyboard that he dug out from all the dusty junk in his shed. So I have been noodling about and learning a bit of music along the way. I am also testing glass, as a percussion instrument. I already broke my favorite glass slide. (Just get a drum set Dude!) Hahaha. I am also exploring my vocal range, as an advanced beginner, when it comes to singing. You’ll hear that on this track, as the song is in a higher register than I am used to singing in. The first vocal stanza is just me finding my voice. Hahahaha. (I guess I need to try some pre-singing.) The recorder works but isn’t in the key of the song, so I had to wing in, insofar as melodies. That is what I like about music, these little creative explorations that develop into ‘music’. I had about an hour or so to lay this down… Outside summer distractions have cut into my music time. Hope you are all well. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

First Keys

Nights * Instrumental

|| Ataraxia ||

[at-uh-rak-see-uh]
noun

Philosophy.
a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety, especially as an ongoing condition of soul-fulfilling attainment; unconditional tranquility.
I’m not looking to achieve ataraxia—I just want a week (life) away from the daily grind.
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(Sometimes things are best when reimagined)
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Freedom is a state of mind
Happiness is a concept
You can create the life you love
Take control
Slay those demons
Break the bonds (addictions / fears) that enslave you
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Embrace creation
End (self) destruction
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Empower yourself 
Seize the moment
The time is now
🤍
Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/o2kGL-Ix66I

Ataraxia

with many thanks to Christelle on vocals, me on classical guitar


in the rain

Trap On Door

A parody of life with my family 😂


A wee lass said tae me just yesterd’y 
Ye can choose a mate but no yer DNA 
Yer maw’s a screamer yer da’s a loon 
And yer uncle Tam’s been barred fae the toon  

You can pick yer pals but no yer family 
They're like tatties Ye get what ye see 
Some are braw Some are daft as can be 
You can pick yer pals but no yer family

clouds

Ryan Sheckler