Name: Rêve ou réalité by Sebamadeus
Duration: 1 min 2 s
Description: « Voyage en Animozar » est un conte musical destiné aux enfants de 5 à 10 ans. Dans ce monde fantastique peuplé d’animaux musiciens, on s’initie à la musique, son langage, ses instruments. Ce conte s’adresse aussi aux grands, enseignants ou parents qui cherchent une histoire originale et amusante pour apprendre la musique aux plus petits.

« Voyage en Animozar » est un conte musical destiné aux enfants de 5 à 10 ans. Dans ce monde fantastique peuplé d’animaux musiciens, on s’initie à la musique, son langage, ses instruments. Ce conte s’adresse aussi aux grands, enseignants ou parents qui cherchent une histoire originale et amusante pour apprendre la musique aux plus petits.

Rêve ou réalité

"Lost to Addiction: A Heartfelt Song"
Verse 1:
[Am] I fought for years, I [C] gave my all,
[G] Against a vice, a [Em] demon's call,
[Am] But now I see, it [C] wasn't me,
[G] That my love's lost, [Em] it's drowning in the sea.

Pre-Chorus:
[Am] Underneath the surface, [C] darkness lies,
[G] A heart once pure, now [Em] hidden in disguise,
[Am] I nearly drowned, [C] under his grip so tight,
[G] My soul may never heal, [Em] from that fateful night.

Chorus:
[Am] Lost to the [C] addiction's grasp, [G] I can't break free,
[Em] It's not him I hold, [Am] it's the demon I see,
[C] In the shadow of his eyes, [G] my heart does ache,
[Em] My love's been stolen, [Am] a cruel twist of fate.

Verse 2:
[Am] He triggers pain, with [C] every word he speaks,
[G] Unwittingly, or [Em] perhaps it's what he seeks,
[Am] I'm lost in time, my [C] mother's fate I share,
[G] She too was taken, [Em] by a darkness so unfair.

Pre-Chorus:
[Am] Underneath the surface, [C] darkness lies,
[G] A heart once pure, now [Em] hidden in disguise,
[Am] I nearly drowned, [C] under his grip so tight,
[G] My soul may never heal, [Em] from that fateful night.

Chorus:
[Am] Lost to the [C] addiction's grasp, [G] I can't break free,
[Em] It's not him I hold, [Am] it's the demon I see,
[C] In the shadow of his eyes, [G] my heart does ache,
[Em] My love's been stolen, [Am] a cruel twist of fate.

Bridge:
[Am] I'm torn between the [C] love I once knew,
[G] And the pain he brings, [Em] it's a battle I can't undo,
[Am] My heart's in pieces, [C] my soul's torn apart,
[G] I'm trapped in this web, [Em] can't find a way to restart.

Chorus:
 [G] my heart does ache,
[Em] My love's been stolen, [Am] a cruel twist of fate.

Outro:
[Am] I can't go on, I [C] can't endure the pain,
[G] This battle's lost, my [Em] tears fall like rain,
[Am] In the depths of despair, [C] I find my plea,
|: [G] To let me go, [Em] and finally set me free. :|
Please, please, please.

Lost To Addiction

Maden's Madness

#instrumentalmusic #guitarmusic #latinmusic #latinrock #santana #titopuente 

Oye Como Va .mp3

Scarlett en Folie

I'm hoping this will cut it as the first track on an album inspired by Asimov's Foundation novels.
I used a Gibson 335 Memphis for all the guitar parts.
The cover is from a Catalonian edition of the book and is by Guillem H. Pongillupi; find him on Artstation and Pinterest.

Foundation (Prelude)

Instrumental of the beautiful song
 " I Don't Wanna Know"
Leon Pajer did this wonderful mix & production.

I Don't Wanna Know

Civic "time keepers" are not unusual and some are quite famous; Big Ben comes to mind, Times Square of course.  Smaller towns may have a clocktower, or the local church may have chimes that ring at certain times of the day.  For St. Francis, Kansas, it was the civil defense siren.  It would sound three times a day; at 7:00 AM, 12:00 noon, and 6:00 PM, and take the day off on Sunday unless there was an emergency.  
Like the "Walkin' Boys", the St. Francis siren was integral to the character of the town and I felt it, too, needed a song;)  I decided to write the song as if the siren were telling its story.  And you're in luck, you even get to hear the actual siren and the dogs barking in chorus to help it sing its song.  Harvested from a forty year-old cassette tape, you'll hear a little hiss, but is quickly forgotten:)
Lyrics beginning with the chorus:

At 7:00 AM I herald the morning,
At 12:00 O'clock noon, I'm the dinner bell,
At 6:00 PM it's time to close up and go home,
And the in-between quiet means that all is well.
Verse 1:
You can hear me all over town,
And the valley for miles around,
I'm the St. Francis siren and I'm loud and clear,
I'm heard six days a week throughout the year.
It depends upon where you are,
In town or out on the farm,
Like an air-raid whistle, I can give you chills,
Or break the silence of the nearby hills.

Chorus: At 7:00 AM I herald the morning...

Verse 2:
But there are moments when I break my routine,
To signal danger often unseen,
From a raging fire, or when it starts to storming,
I bellow out a loud and persistent warning.
But still I get my day of rest,
I like Sundays I must confess,
And unless it's urgent I won't blow away,
I'll save my breath for the following day.

Chorus: At 7:00 AM I herald the morning...
End:
I'm the St. Francis Siren (repeat)

St. Francis Siren (from Scenes of St. Francis)

WHERE is My Mind   ( Cover)

I had a friend whose mechanical aptitude was nothing short of sublime 
And when it comes to the physical sciences, he was quite thoroughly versed 
Over drinks he informed me he’d built a device that could transport a person through time 
And he asked if I’d help him to test his invention by taking the risk to be first 

And of course, I agreed, I mean who wouldn’t jump at the chance to revisit the past 
To travel through time like explorers in history, way off the beaten path, way off 
Think of it, you could buy bitcoins for pennies, return with a fortune amassed 
Or you could save 6 million jews from the ovens by killing an infant named Adolph 

I got in the vehicle, strapped on a helmet and made sure that my seat belt was snug 
It smoked and it whirred and it made lots of noises and spun like a carnival ride 
My friend warned me he couldn’t gauge where’d I’d travel to due to a programming bug  
It crashed to the ground and I started inspecting myself to ensure I’d not died 

I opened the hatch and was greeted by hundreds of savages, scantily clad 
It was clearly apparent that one was the leader, I offered my hand, “how are you sir?”  
They raised up their spears in defense of their leader who asked “are you a god, good or bad?”  
I said “i am no god and I mean you no harm, I am a man from the future”.  

At first they seemed welcoming, happy to have me, they asked of the future enthused 
I told them we sit on a seat we call toilet, it carries our waste through a pipe  
That flows to a waste water treatment facility where it is cleaned and reused 
And rather than leaves we have rolls of soft paper we use when we’re done and we wipe 

I told them that we live in houses and don’t sweat in summer nor in winter shiver 
Our heat and light come from electrons, these particles floating that none of us see 
But they thought me a god making promises to them that now I would have to deliver 
And just then, their leader arose and was forcefully speaking directly to me: 

“We want the things you describe, you’re a god, there’s a way you can give us these isn’t there?”
I apologized to him, “I don’t have the knowledge I’d need to build these things for you”. 
But this explanation was not satisfactory, I was then taken as prisoner 
You will build us these lights and these toilets you speak of, we will keep you here until you do 

But I can’t invent electricity even a toilet to me seems complex 
How does the poo and pee move through the pipe for great distances, miles and miles?  
Instead of learning such things I spent all of my free time in bars hunting drunk girls for sex 
I’m just a monkey who pushes down buttons, flips switches, swipes right and turns dials 

So, If you’re given the chance to learn how the world works I suggest you perhaps do 
Don’t be like me and expend all your free time in drinking and other tomfoolery 
I don’t know their customs, I don’t hunt or fish, I’m a prisoner now they throw scraps to 
They’ve taken apart my time travel machine and wear some of the parts like it’s jewelry

TurtleFrogMan

A Modern Monkey In A Time Machine

Band 4

Original musics composed and performed by Sebamadeus (piano, VST & vocals).
"Un alchimiste pour 2" (Aurfea) on fr.neovel.io/book/20623/FR/un-alchimiste-pour-deux
"Earth of Ethereal" soon.
"Un alchimiste pour 2" (Aurfea) on Webtoon Canvas FR.
"Le lycée Winter" (Aurfea) on Webtoon Canvas FR.
"Voyage en Animozar", conte musical pour les enfants. 
Pedagogic creations : animozar.com
Pianistic activities : sebamadeus.com
If you like my work, you can donate on https://ko-fi.com/animozar#checkoutModal or on patreon.com/aurfea

Rêve ou réalité

Sebamadeus

Related tracks