Project RESIDUE (Sleeping Though the Good Parts)

Produccion,bateria y teclados San Kajati(desde Valencia)todo lo demas yo.
Los peores sueños
                 Am-Em-Dm-Am

No voy a ir 
Dónde no puedo 
Por ahí pueden venir 
Los peores sueños 
Pensaba en vos 
Mirando de nuevo 
El juego, el color 
El otro veneno 
Las luces veo al fin 
Alumbran el piso 
Cuando vienen a mí 
Se vuelven pasillos 
Perdido en un laberinto 
Cerca del río 
Me pongo a caminar 
La salida persigo...

LOS PEORES SUEÑOS-Christian

The great Llanpsych  on guitar 
soundcloud.com/llanpsych/tracks

Well: Synthesizers

GLYCERINE

V-Red Ginger Man

Wide Awake

W-Hello, Mr. Chips

Time to get satirical with the US political dystopia, or maybe I'm just a  little touchy after all the threats to Canada, both political and economic (not pondering the military  threat to allies)
Sorry if this is offensive to any US-based listeners. Sorry, not sorry ;)

Track 2 from a new 2025 collection of ideas called FRINGE found at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

 Lyrics:
They've all come around on bended knee
Kissing the a-a-a-ass of a once and future king
They fought a war to get rid of a crown
Only to give it away to an autocratic clown
(how come you misjudge me so...

Pick on immigrants, round them all up
Doesn't matter if they're the ones who fill your shops
With all the merchandise and food that you just can't ignore
So you haul them off to a foreign shore - a foreign shore -a foreign
(how come you misjudge me x2   ...so...)

I take a little salt, not on the tail
I like my golden jets, like my foreign jails
I talk of the land, the land of the "free"
Whatever you've got, just give it to me


How did you misjudge me (x3)
I am the claw, in the white flabby hand
(how could you misjudge me (x2)
Autocratic clown (x3)

* samples... "I am Oz, the great and powerful, who are you?", "I could shoot somebody on Fifth Ave..", "China has total respect for Donald Trump and  for Donald Trump's very, very large uh, brain"

Note: No salt on the tail - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salting_a_bird%27s_tail

Wigmore: music, production, main lyrics and vocals
Allen: additional vocals and lyrics, bass, guitars

Autocratic Clown

https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/10sxiy3Ds20LZwmXCscjae
https://music.apple.com/us/album/funny-days-ep/1822802207
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCm8WMUk78ieCvdKBsnjLuVg

recorded in Area 52 Studio, Saugerties New York   
Steve Rust on Bass, Harvey Sorgen on Drums, Olivia Siegel Keyboards     Barbara Browning Vocals & Cello   Imre L. Vocals, Guitars, Hammond organ

"FUNNY DAYS" EP MEDLEY TEASER (see description for links)

Heartache In My Levi's

Trop de prisonniers politiques dans le monde!
J'ai composé cette chanson sur un texte de Boris Vian,  un écrivain, poète, parolier, et  chanteur français que j’admire beaucoup.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Too many political prisoners in the world!
I composed this song on a text by Boris Vian, a French writer, poet, lyricist, and singer whom I admire very much.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Les images ne sont pas des vrais prisonniers
The images are not real prisoners
 Translation after the French text


Le Politique (par Boris Vian, Extrait)

Ils ont sonné à ma porte
Je suis sorti de mon lit
Ils sont entré dans ma chambre
Ils m’ont dit de m’habiller

Le soleil par la fenêtre
Ruisselait sur le plancher
Ils m’ont dit mets tes chaussures 
On chantait sur le palier`

J’ai descendu l’escalier
Entre leurs deux uniformes 
Adossé à une borne
Un clochard se réveillait

Ils me donneront la fièvre
La lumière dans les yeux
Ils me casseront les jambes
A coups de souliers ferrés

Mais je ne dirai rien
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Ils m’ont demandé mon âge
J’ai répondu vingt sept ans 
Ils ont écrit de mensonges
Sur des registres pesants

Ils voulaient que je répète
Tout ce que j’avais chanté
Il y avait une mouche
Sur la manche du greffier

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Qui vous a donné le droit 
De juger votre prochain
Votre robe de droit noir
Ou vos figures de deuils

Si vous voulez que je vive
Mettez moi en liberté
Si vous voulez que je meure
A quoi bon me torturer

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien



The Politician (by Boris Vian, Excerpt)

They rang my doorbell
I got out of bed
They came into my room
They told me to get dressed

The sun through the window
Streamed onto the floor
They told me to put on your shoes
We were singing on the landing

I went down the stairs
Between their two uniforms
Leaning against a post
A tramp was waking up

They'll give me a fever
The light in my eyes
They'll break my legs
With their iron-shod shoes

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know it well

They asked me my age
I answered twenty-seven
They wrote lies
In heavy registers

They wanted me to repeat
Everything I had sung
There was a fly
On the sleeve of Clerk

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know that well

Le politique

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement, mix and cover picture 

Hi Everyone!
This is an alternative solo version of my song „Clouds” I recorded with my friends Nathaniel Ehrnman and Remnant60 a year ago.
Thanks again, guys for this great experience!

Link to the original version:

https://on.soundcloud.com/ly0pVTWoJQJFmvpJ4C

Have a good listen 🍀

Many thanks for your kind support! 😎🎸
Artur

Evening Clouds

🐳Thank you for your support. It's very encouraging.🪼
🐱I do not use AI in my music.😊
🌺Have fun! Bandcamp!💞Thank you for your purchase!💞

W-Hello, Mr. Chips

Sanshu Seiso [Experimental Artist]