@mik-id hey Mik, I was sitting in my garden and heard the birds singing, I felt instant happiness so I took my guitar and a glass of wine and just played 🎶🕺🕺

Really beautiful, enchanting composition.

The World Went Wrong

In response to "Now I want to know if Lydia has a rephyrgerator in her flat?".

No, she doesn't. This is a problem because now Lydia has no place to put the leftover Mixo soup which is an attraction to all the monkees. Meanwhile, Doria and freaky Phrygia are still busy figuring out whether they are same or not. There are rumours that it depends on the root. Unfortunately --- no rephrygerator = neither carrots nor celeriac. (Why did I even start this.)

No Rephrygerator

SPINNIN' MY WHEELS (JunkHeap (c) Refixed Feb 2023 / (c) Jul 2016)

Oh here it goes...
And I don't know where I'm going,
it all seems so lame.
Another day feeding the negative in my brain.

Well it's turning it over...
Spinnin' my wheels.

Walking through the mall, and seeing the aged,
Crumpled and trying to make it through the day,
trying to make it from A to B.
And here I am, healthy and able,

and there she was...

I see the look in her eyes, and it makes me high.
and I know that's she likes me, maybe ask her out for tea.

Spinnin' my wheels.

There's a need to change,
and if I don't, then it leaves me aimless.
To get it into a different groove.
Instead of thinking that I've got it all figured out.

To learn to trust again,
To learn to love again,
To earn her trust,
It's only a matter of time... until she's mine.

I see the look in her eyes, and it makes me high.
and I know that's she likes me, maybe ask her out for tea.

Spinnin' my wheels.

Spinning My Wheels

Parfums d'avant


  Dans la vie de simples symboles,  coupures d'esprit 
regards noirs s'envolent
 longues facéties annonces désinvoltes, du sang meurtri, 

 Tout n'est pas différent, il y a le temps qui se prolonge 
Sur le fil de nos songes, les lumières disparaissent
Laissons les bons moments, survivent étonnamment
Dans des grains de poussière, en suspends, en l'air



 Tous les mots d'amour se réduisent un jour dans les sources en cours et les pas de velours.
Ils résistent aux feux, ils résistent au vent, ils voyagent par tous les temps.
Inscrits dans nos mémoires, ils survivent au temps, gracieux, ils demeurent vivants
ils sont des charbons ardents , sur lesquels les ans, ne laissent pas de blancs

 C'est au fil du temps  des beaux moments on regarde enfant
les sables mouvants
visages étranges et faux semblants  bonbons sucrés regorgent d'amitié
les bons moments illustrent le temps des parfums d'avant
nos plus beaux chants
 des charbons ardents, sur lesquels les ans, ne laissent pas de blancs

Parfums D'avant

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Fire drops walls can’t  protect
Filthy water that will infect
Bleached bones in the midday sun
Shots rattle from a distant gun
Into the trailer single file
Another misplaced juvenile
Stench is strong as heads are bowed
Tightly packed no bags allowed

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

Dipping under rusted wire
Leaving the frying pan for the fire
Slip down to the rugged shore
Face pressed to the salty floor
Push against the currents force
Whispering voices plot a course
Waves crashing as you start to slide
There’s no sign of the other side

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand

Dirty bandage fallen slack.
Hands burnt from the last attack.
Biometrics have been destroyed.
The guard looks tired and seems annoyed.
Status can’t be verified
Documents won’t be supplied.
Ushered off to the holding cell.
Your latest twisted living hell.

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

EARLY BRIGHT

PROMISED LAND

sometimes I feel like a leaf.
Love Spring
feels like born again

Spring

Music and vocals by Tanisha Jackland
*Nanobox synth(Lemon Drop)

Little Black Matchstik Girl

No locks of gold she would have worn
Nor fair in skin she would adorn

Every time she rose to speak
No ears to listen how they sleep

No one cared for the girl with naps
How she read you like a map

She had issues with her self
All of them on a dusty shelf

For everyone to judge and see
Her human flaws plauging thee

With no one there to help her plight
Her body began to dim in light

when she died in dark and cold
No one knew her depth in soul

Who was a fire that warmed the old
A golden angel you would behold

"Love hard. Get your heartbroken. Laugh. Cry. Suffer. Explore. Wear your scars with pride. Allow life to teach you in mysterious ways. Risk it all. Put your heart on the line. Fall down. Get back up no matter what..." -Evan Sanders

Little Black Matchstik Girl

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco
https://youtu.be/nUnBZqY1clU

Summer Dreams

Playing around with an off-kilter rhythmic idea. This was originally a movement in a larger piano sonata but I sort of prefer it on its own. Hope you enjoy!

Albertine

22 6 26

HILLS STILL LEFT TO CLIMB  by Doug Roossien

This the “newer version of distant lovers” …lol …
In the original version ~ Cave men used to write on stone walls.

Only took one moment, … so, I turned back the hands of time 
Now, I’m traveling, … places in my mind
So many mountains that were traveled,  … since Montana’s left behind 
I was young, … with hills still left to climb 
Still so young, … with hills still left to climb

Notebook from the commissary, …back in 69
Letters stuck between the pages, … yours and one of mine 

Twelve nights in Montana, … can be a long time ,… now I know 
Halfway home, …  called and you were fine. 
There’s moments and there’s mountains, …there’s lonely and there’s love 
Always took for granted … somehow you’d be mine 
So long ago, … we had hills, … still left to climb 

Notebook from the commissary, …back in 69 
Letters stuck between the pages, … yours and one of mine 
If I’d sent you what I wrote, …If I’d told you, … long ago 
Who knows, … ooooooh, … who knows 
But I had too many hills … still left to climb 
I thought deep down , …you were always mine, … but Hills still left to climb 

As I sit here wandering, …in these places in my mind 
All comes back so painfully, what it is we find 

Only took one moment, … so, I turned back the hands of time 
Now, I’m traveling, … places in my mind 
I was gone the day I left you, … You were gone, … when I returned 
Should have known much better, … too late, … now to learn 
You were young, … with hills still left to climb 
Hills to climb 
You were young, … with hills still left to climb

HILLS STILL LEFT TO CLIMB

نت گیتار نمیذارم که برگردی مجید خراطها به همراه تبلچر و آکورد

نت ملودی به همراه تبلچر و آکورد و شعر ترانه

آهنگساز : مجید خراطها

تنظیم نتگیتار: گروه نت دونی

نکته : از گام لا بمل مینور به گام لا مینور انتقال داده شد
از 1:37 دکلمه ی خواننده همراه با سولوی گیتار بود که فقط گیتار تنظیم شد جهت سادگی هرچه بیشتر در اجرا متن آهنگ زیر نت هایگیتارنوشته شده است نسخه های دیگر نت نمیذارم که برگردیمجید خراطهابرای ساز های دیگر را می توانید از طریق لینک های زیر دریافت کنید

_______________

متن آهنگ نمیذارم که برگردی مجید خراطها

در خونه ام چرا بازه چرا اون خونه دلگیره

دارم یخ می کنم انگار داره خون از تنم می ره

دارم دلواپست میشم اگه هستی بگو هستم

کجا رفتی بدون من که می لرزه همش دستم

چرا حلقه ات توی خونه است چرا این و رها کردی

دارم حس می کنم کم کم که پیشم بر نمی گردی

به هم ریخته است چرا خونه دلت عزم سفر داره

هوا تاریک شد بگرد اره بگرد خطر داره

نگهداری ازت واسم به زیر سقف این خونه

مثل کبریت تو باد و مثل شمع تو بارونه

اینم از آخرین کبریت کشیدم تو مسیر باد

یا بر می گردی یا می ری الا الله هر چه بادا باد

توی این خونه می پیچید همیشه بوی عطر تو

بازم باختم تو این بازی بازم یکی به نفع تو

شاید یک روزی این حرفام من و یاد تو بندازه

بفهمی عاشقت بودم بدون حد و اندازه

تو که رفتی و بارونی ولی قلبم پر از درده

اخه کی مثل من دورت مثل پروانه می گرده

اصلا چی شد به این زودی شدم دلداده و ولگرد

که دستاشو گرفت اینبار که دستای من و ول کرد

چنان کردی که بعد از تو تموم خونه داغونه

نه انصافا چکار کردی که از دنیا دلم خونه

فضای خونه مون بی تو مثل انبار اندوهه

چکار کردی که بعد از تو تموم خونه بی روحه

شبا فکر و خیال تو چرا خوابم نمی گیره

نه تنها لحظه هام حتی تموم خونه دلگیره

حالا که شب به شب رفت و تو هم تنهایی سر کردی

توی تنهایی می پوسم نمی زارم که بر گردی

نمی خوام دیگه بر گردی تو که تنها نمی مونی

ولم کردی به جرمی که خودت حتی نمی دونی

منم می رم از این خونه خداحافظ در و دیوار

خداحافظ شکست من به یاد اولین دیدار

کلمات کلیدی : نتگیتار نمیذارم که برگردیمجید خراطها, نت آهنگ نمیذارم که برگردیمجید خراطهابرایگیتار, خرید نت نمیذارم که برگردیمجید خراطهاباگیتار, نت موسیقی آهنگ نمیذارم که برگردیازمجید خراطها, نت آهنگ هایمجید خراطها, سایت خرید نت هایگیتار, تبلچر و آکورد نمیذارم که برگردیمجید خراطها , تبلچر نمیذارم که برگردیمجید خراطها با آکورد

برای خرید این نت به این لینک مراجعه کنید : https://www.notdoni.com/music/40362/نت-گیتار-نمیذارم-که-برگردی-مجید-خراطها-به-همراه-تبلچر-و-آکورد/

نت گیتار نمیذارم که برگردی مجید خراطها به همراه تبلچر و آکورد

A diary of a journey 
a journey through a diary
Some smooth mood, they say

Spring

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