this is really instresting you have a nice voice

Nice and pleasant indie songwriting. I like the easy going pace and lyrics performed by such catchy vocals

very cool and good indie song... I love this

Hey! I like it! Just like music from the good old days!

Wow incredible vocals and the piano and strings are beautiful keep it up man

Yoooo really cool, reminds me of fionn regal for some reason

Love those synth layers in an otherwise traditional sounding recording, blends in great! [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

That song title only... Great! The piano intro pulled me in from the start, the captivating violin... 'It really makes my blood run cold' Great song!

I loved The Beatles vibe. Good quality ballad. Beautiful. [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

The love makes narrow beds wide...

[Rough translation]
THE LOVE
It's nonsensical, says the mind
 It's ridiculous, snarls our pride
 It can't be true, exclaims the experience
 It is what it is, replies the love

The love, the love 
Makes narrow beds wide 
The love, the love 
Keeps old souls young 
The love, the love 
With or without oath
The love, the love
Refreshes us at the source

It's not worth it, sputters our fear 
It's a disillusionment, sulks the sadness 
 It's not what it seems, blushes the shame 
It is what it is, replies the love

The love, the love
Wins for those who dare
The love, the love
Does sometimes act a little silly
The love, the love
Gives more than it asks for
The love, the love
Or was it the other way around?

The love, the love
Is granted to all
The love, the love
Veiled and bared
The love, the love
God bless every attempt
The love, the love
With whom and anyhow

Sax: @DaveMcKeown
Rest: me
Cover picture: StockSnap

De liefde

DE LIEFDE (mastered 28.10.2022)

Night. Stars. Cool wind. And subtle feeling of the loneliness.

Enjoy listening :)

Production, Mixing and Mastering: Uładzimier Kuźniacoŭ (the lone warbler)
Art Cover: Maryja Šumanskaja
Guitar and Piano: Uładzimier Kuźniacoŭ (the lone warbler)

Composed by the lone warbler


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This a remastered version of the original piece released on digital platforms.
There is also an alternative mix of the song with more of low-end: https://soundcloud.com/thelonewarbler/singing-in-the-night-lofi-mix

Singing In The Night

Available on all plattforms: bitly.ws/pUgx

Translated to English:
How do you want to be
always there for me?
You stumble yourself
when the weight pulls on you.

First we have
to learn to love ourselves.
We do know that.
But how to do it,
that knowledge we miss.

Much rather would I prefer
could we see each other if it fits.
We'll learn this soon.
The door to another is our own heart.

Lyrics in German:
Wie willst Du
immer für mich da sein?
Du schwankst doch selbst,
wenn die Schwere an Dir zieht.

Wir müssen uns erst
selber lieben lernen,
das wissen wir,
aber wie das geht,
das Wissen fehlt.

Viel lieber wär' es mir,
wir könnten uns sehen, wenn es stimmig ist.
Wir lernen das schon.
Die Tür zum ander'n ist unser eigenes Herz.

--

Vocals, lyrics
Electric guitar
Acoustic bass
Drums (computed with Hydrogen)
by Sven Sebastian Horner

Cover artwork by pexels.com/de-de/@mart-production

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Unser eigenes Herz (Composition No. 10)

Swattin' Flies - Grigg / Butts / Combstead (GBC)

The Cremation Of Sam McGee by Robert Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The  Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest thing they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; 
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he said me with a moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through (to)  the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore that I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

I don't know how long in the snow I wrestled with my grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced 'bout ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I said: "I will just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, it's time I looked"; and then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

The Cremation Of Sam McGee

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Things

once upon a time
there was a fisherman who lived happily
never crossed his mind that he was 
owned by those who’d come to claim his sea

they tapped into his spine, made him
join the choir of "oh, I believe"
he was still kind 
but now his star would take a dive rapidly...

there never was a simpler man
on a simple trip abroad
that simply got completely out of hand 
and then a lot of people got hurt...

his trusty rifle had become his wing
he soared above the wounded and the dead
and evenings he would sing
“oi wa e-eeh, what a storm this has been!”

once upon a time 
there was a fisherman who lived merrily
never realized his card was drawn
by some poorly tuned machinery

it took over his mind, made him
join their murals of firm make believe
he was still kind
but now his body count weighed heavily...

there never was a simpler tale
than the one he almost told to his daughter
of fighting demons on his way home from hell
and some demons had to be killed...

his fishing boat was where he hid the vials
between bottles of cheap escape
and evenings he would howl
“oi wa e-eeh, what a storm this has been!”

there once was a fisherman thrust upon time
he felt honored to fight
to preserve his way of life by the sea
should he have known 
that he was the storm
when he sang his long oi wa e-eeh’s?

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Once Upon a Time

A little new song, floating to the territory of post-rock.
Hope you like it!

Recorderd with a new bass guitar;
Squier classic vibe 70s jazz bass

More music coming soon.

Tunnels

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS & ACOUSTIC GUITAR
MRS A.: VOCALS
TOBIAS GONZALEZ: PIANO & STRINGS

MUNDO SIN FRONTERAS ACOUSTIC VERSION (Alfonso Llorente)

Sweet Talk

Love, heal my sorrow
I don’t wanna feel like this again
Save my tomorrow from the pain
Free me from delusion
Help my inner energy regain
I sink in your illusion, it’s insane!

But now I hear sweet talk as you knock my door 
Whispers in my ears, the fear disappears
Yes, I hear sweet talk as you walk my floor
I’m lost in your embrace, from my face
tears are coming down, glad you’re here now, with me

Love, calm my flurries
Tell those shady ghosts to leave my brain 
Flush all my worries down the drain
Bring me back to real
Let me feel a new life through my veins
I yield to your glamour, to your games

But now I hear sweet talk as you knock my door
Whispers in my ears, the fear disappears
Yes, I hear sweet talk as you walk my floor 
I’m lost in your embrace, from my face
tears are coming down, glad you’re here now, with me


Sweet Talk

Duration: ca. 6'
Instrumentation: flute and harp
Performed by:
John Romeri, flute: https://www.broadwaychamberplayers.org/about
Kathryn Andrews, harp: http://www.kathrynandrews.com/
Commissioned by Aletheia Duo, Ann Yeung, harp and Jonathan Keeble, flute
World Premiere: Alethia Duo, American Harp Society's National Harp Conference in New Orleans, June 1, 2014; World Harp Congress International Conference in Sydney, Australia, July 1, 2014.

PROGRAM NOTE
Pegasus is a winged, usually white stallion, and one of the best known creatures in Greek mythology. He is the son of Poseidon, and at birth, sprang forth from the bloody neck of the Gorgon Medusa when she was beheaded by the god Perseus. According to legend, everywhere the winged horse struck his hoof to the earth, a spring would burst forth. The imagery of springs bursting forth and Pegasus flying through the skies are what inspired this piece. Pegasus was commissioned by the Aletheia Duo, Ann Yeung, harp and Jonathan Keeble, flute.

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