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frickin brilliant soundscape...dynamic detours with great builds and falls and epic guitar chops...kudos

I adore these rock guitars...both the mellow melodic delay pattern as well as the distorted ones...excellent percussion...delivered with high impact appeal XOXOXO

great intro, nice drums and love the guitar riffs

Walking With Rusty Bones

Thank you for taking the time to read this commentary.
I purchased a bass guitar for many reasons. I used to be a bassist and I am looking forward to seeing what I can do with playing bass myself in the future. The only thing I actually play in this song is the last section, though. So, I wish you all a happy 2023.

As My Heart Desires

I don't know if it has anything to do with the fact that the world is unstable, but I feel like a lot of people are losing their emotional stability these days. The threat of viruses has not disappeared. I am longing for peace of mind these days.

Black Water

Written By:  Fuzzy Grubb; Jeremy Brizzi, James Seguin, David Homuth, and Sam Fiorenza.  

Shine

We drove past last night, just to see it shine
Right there for everyone to see and it’s all mine
I felt the soft twist, nerves messing with my mind
Another twenty-four hours and we’ll be under lights

Before tonight, did you know my name?
Shine.  Down on me.

Soft twist turns to nails.  Everything’s sped up.
Some people forget but I can’t figure how.
By the time they draw the curtain, I’ll be ready to play.
Five words live in me – ALL THE WORLDS A STAGE

Before tonight, did you know my name?
Shine.  Down on me.

Sweat displays my ecstasy, every drop like a dream
Living for the hope that you’ll feel the same, that you’ll feel the music in me
I’m alive now, so alive now, step inside and take a ride through my mind.
Take your time, fantasize, step inside, I can feel you shine!

Down on me.
Shine.  Down on me

Did you step inside?  Did you get to unwind?  Did you let it all go and lose yourself in the night?
Did you live the dream?  Did you live it through me?  Did you let it all go?  Did you set yourself free.

Did you get to?  X3 
Shine.  Down on me.

2023

Shine

SHINE (Fuzzy Grubb - 2003)

Esta canción está inspirada en María Fauro, la señora que limpiaba en la empresa  donde yo trabajaba y de la que tengo un entrañable recuerdo por su bondad y su coraje. Está dedicada a ella y, por extensión, a todas las mujeres de la limpieza, porque creo que no se valora su trabajo como se debería.

Hemos grabado dos versiones: en la de Carmen París se siente la fuerza y el coraje, mientras  que en la de Ana López Lorente destaca el cariño y la ternura. Y las dos están repletas de una entrega y sensibilidad que consiguen emocionar. Destacar, además, el piano de José Mª Berdejo, el chelo de Pablo Baleta, las guitarras de Nacho Abril y los “polvos mágicos” del ingeniero de sonido Juan Miguel Sánchez, del estudio de grabación Sin/Con Pasiones.

Para ver el video   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAj3gxkoExc

SEÑORA MARÍA (Versión de Carmen París. Para escuchar la versión de Ana López Lorente  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/senora-maria-feat-ana-lopez-lorente?si=8b319bf6318f449caa2593e6a0ec4c22&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Siempre agarrada a la escoba
cual si parte de ella fuera
siempre con cubo y fregona
día y noche compañeras.

Sus manos limpian el polvo
con destellos de ternura
que relumbran en sus ojos
rebosantes de amargura.

Estribillo 

Y es que no ha sido la vida
aquel camino de rosas
que soñara siendo niña
entre blancas mariposas

La vida a veces regala
sueños de miel al destino
pero otras muchas se ensaña
y de hiel riega el camino.

Señora María:
guerrera en la desgracia
que siempre se cobija
en su humilde morada.
Señora María:
¿dónde mana el coraje
que la mantiene viva
y le da tanto aguante? 
-------

Al despertar la mañana
la saludan las estrellas
la brisa besa su cara
ya marchita primavera.

Estribillo


Always clinging to the broom
as if part of her were
always with bucket and mop
day and night companions.

Her hands clean the dust
with flashes of tenderness
that shine in his eyes
brimming with bitterness

Chorus

And it is that life has not been
that path of roses
that she dreamed as a girl
between white butterflies

life sometimes gives away
honey dreams to destiny
but many others show
and gall waters the road.

Lady Maria:
warrior in misfortune
that she always shelters
in her humble abode.
Lady Maria:
where does the courage flow
that keeps her alive
and does it last that long?
-------

waking up in the morning
the stars greet her
the breeze from her kisses her face
already withered spring

Chorus

SEÑORA MARIA (Feat. Carmen París)

...too catchy, therefore worthless...

A new beginning

A New Beginning

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Mouths: Gary Waters

Lyrics:

Do you know talkaholics? They’re always there when I walk,
And even if I can’t see them, I can sure hear them talk,
They may be way down the block,
I’m talkin’ talkaholics, I hear them now behind me,
And when the setting’s bucolic, they’re sittin’ up in a tree
And on a blabberin’ spree.

When I’m walkin’ they’re talkin,’ when they’re talkin’ I’m walkin’
Sound important but they’re really sayin’ nada,
I’ll never be a fan, ‘cause I’m a grumpy old man,
It’s like an oral armada, just yada-yada-yada.

A lot of talkaholics, they bike in yackety packs,
They yell and holler at each other,
When I just wanna relax, it bugs me to the max!  
You know that talkaholics, jog in garrulous pairs,
And by the time they pass by ya,
You know all their affairs, and that can give you a scare!  

When I was a kid my report cards said,
“Oh he’s so quiet, but an asset to the class!”
Later on my boss would sing the same old song
While I’m quietly thinking “You can kiss my ass.”

Talkaholics - they have a little chatty phone,
And in a lovely quiet place, they’re chattin’ there in your face,
And they won’t leave it alone.  

When I was a kid all my teachers said
“Oh he’s so quiet. No he never makes a peep.”
Now that I’m old it’s what I’m still bein’ told,
But why can’t everybody be just like me? (‘cause you’re a freak)

You know that talkaholics – it’s an addiction, I know
But if you Google a 12-step, it’s got nothing to show
And they have nowhere to go.  

If you put a few together, (in a padded cell it’s better),
To tell their tales and talk themselves out,
All reason will diminish ‘cause no sentence will finish
And their heads’ll explode from the verbal overload.

Talkaholics. Talkaholics.   
It would be different if they, had something special to say, 
But instead it’s all blather, you know that I’d rather
Hear a hee-hawin’ mule than a talkin’ fool,
Here comes a blabbermouth, I’d better turn and head south,
It’s not that they’re corrupt, they just won’t shut up… “Shut Up”.

Talkaholics

Mixed Frequencies by Chris Browne BrowneProject originally from the debut ''169'' album from 2011 in the early day's of Chris's musical journey this is a song about getting a tough day and this is the Remastered version it's available direct on Chris's BandCamp Music Page - https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/mixed-frequencies-remastered

Mixed Frequencies

BandCamp download

Mixed Frequencies (Remastered)

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

I began writing this song the day after Gord Lightfoot passed away. His music was one of the reasons I picked up an acoustic guitar when I was a teenager.

Lyrics:

There’s a road that leads through the shady trees
And there’s one drivin’ straight toward the sun,
Another winds through the countryside,
Taking its time as it runs.
A carefree highway weaves underneath the leaves
With the hope of finding blue sky traces,
But my road climbs up into the silent places.
But my road climbs up into the silent places.
Oh, looking for the silent places.
Oh, hard to find the silent places.

There’s a river that winds past the nodding pines
And there’s one rushing straight into the bay,
Another one runs away from the sun,
Through the muskeg and grey.
There’s a creek that calls to a waterfall,
That will greet it with its wild embraces,
But my long river flows into the silent places.
But my long river flows into the silent places.
Oh, looking for the silent places.
Oh, hard to find the silent places.   (Instrumental)

A troubadour of the north, he travelled back and forth
‘Cross the country that he wrote about in song,
His quiet love of the stories of the land,
Carried, all of us along.
My musical muse with panoramic views,
His guitar stopped ringin’ yesterday,
At his journey’s end he took the road up to the silent places.
At his journey’s end he took the road up to the silent places.
Oh, looking for the silent places.
Oh, hard to find the silent places.

Silent Places

Come get it cause tonight is
The night to feel alive and get drunk like you
Drunk like you
Hey now, when we were love drunk
Oh, we were fire, fire up to hell
Fire up to hell yeah yeah yeah yeah
While you were love drunk you said, so did I
We were dancing, getting naked and
Lying on the beach
On the sand
So with two packs of cigarettes in my hand
And one last great sip from my sings
From my sings yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let me sit back, enjoy the view
Ooooohhhhh
Parties late night, take us to the coast
But, ya drunk
On the sand
On the sand
When we were love drunk
When we were love drunk

All instruments & vocals by Christophe

Love Drunk

The dignitaries in the crowd expected the ceremony of light and music to be dazzling. The 75th year was a special milestone for the project. What they did not expect is that this week-long ceremony would, in reality, not extend beyond its fourth day.

Requiem for a Fallen World

Instrumental rock/ post rock solo project. All rights reserved.
Thanks for your amazing support. Recently, I have reduced my music time. I apologize here that can't reply to all comments.
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