A massive rock & roll track with a really incredible musical & artistic drive to it all, and with a higher purpose message for the masses ! A fantastic track to crank up and just drift away to down the sonic currents of it all !!!

come on now...3:26 - 4:00  that's a huge guitar moment; that kinda feel is rare my friend

Nice great track good work guys.🎶👏😎👍

I can already tell by the description I'm gonna vibe hard with this song.

Poignant and perfectly executed. So good to know music like this is still being made. Powerful, much needed statements being conveyed here. Well done.

somehow I failed to repost this freakin masterpiece of a song

Great song and outstanding production :)))

October Rain

Rodolfo Planes @rplanes : Bass, Guitar Solo.
Pichy Sotomayor : A Guitar, E Guitar, Orchestration.
Picture: Su Sotomayor
Original song ©2021 Pichy Sotomayor

October Rain

October Rain (Planes / Sotomayor )

Music: Jan Schonander

I published a vocal version of this a while back, but originally I had intended this to be instrumental only. Turns out I listen to this a bit so I thought maybe there are some listeners out there that might enjoy it too.

Getting Somewhere Instrumental

Getting Somewhere | Instrumental

Underground Maze

Written and Produced by: Josh McAlexander

Nowhere To Run {Original}

R        O        X        X

Hi all, hope you are all well. I’ve got a rocker for you I call Lady.
Crank it up and give it a listen and tell me what you think.
Peace,
Tom 

Lady
Words and Music by 
Tom RoXX © ℗  

Verse:
When you look my way
Don’t look halfway
No power play
Don’t break away
 
I know you won’t let me down
I know you won’t keep me bound
Lookin’ for a turn around
Can you feel my heart pound

I was always lookin’ for a girl
My heart could wrap around

Chorus:
Lady, Let me hold you and envelope you
Lady, You know we had to début
Lady, Let me take you to breakfast

Verse 2:
You know my minds made up
I think we’re gonna blow up
So far so good
You know you’re understood

I know you won’t let me down
I know you won’t keep me bound
Lookin’ for a turn around
Can you feel my heart pound

I was always lookin’ for a girl
My heart could wrap around

Bridge:
(spoken)
This is the part of the story
Where your mind starts playing tricks
To make you sabotage a good thing

Lead:

Chorus:

Recorded at RoXX Studios
Copyright 2022 All rights reserved

Lady

La Cadence

The flowers that I send you, are not uprooted. They are the notes that inspire me.

FLOWERS I SENT TO YOU

The first song I learned to play on the melodica as a kid.

Καλήν εσπέραν άρχοντες, αν είναι ορισμός σας, Χριστού την Θείαν γέννησιν, να πω στ' αρχοντικό σας.
Χριστός γεννάται σήμερον, εν Βηθλεέμ τη πόλη, οι ουρανοί αγάλλονται, χαίρει η φύσις όλη.
Εν τω σπηλαίω τίκτεται, εν φάτνη των αλόγων, ο βασιλεύς των ουρανών, και ποιητής των όλων.

Good morning, good people, and if you so desire, can tell you of Jesus’ Holy birth.
Christ is born this day in Bethlehem and the heavens and whole earth rejoice.
In a manger in a stable is born the King of the universe and Creator of the world.
And the multitude of the Heavenly Host is praising God and singing “Glory to God in the highest…”

video >>> https://youtu.be/IcV2rmpNaHQ

© All rights reserved

Greek Christmas Carols - Κάλαντα Χριστουγέννων (GR trad cover) >>> video

This is an original love song that recalls such a vivid passion that he temps fate by dare asking if all these years later it could be reignited. Despite all odds, he ponders the seemingly impossible.

Lyrics:    Like We Could by Craig Durgy

I’m sure we can’t recall, the name of that motel
Where we parked our cars and hugged so hard we, 
Nearly fell
Like first time teenage fool-arounds we, 
Unlocked that door
And our summer duds went flying to the floor

And I loved you like no other, ‘cause I could
Never love another, the way we would
And I’d go back to that day with you, when it felt so good
Would you kiss me now, as if we really could
Can you understand, what we understood
And felt so good, like we could

The sun just melted all our cares, that distant day
But the bluegrass bands, like sonic fans just, 
Blew the sweat away
And I held you by your cut-off jeans like, 
Somewhere deep I knew
That loving you was too good to be true

And I loved you like no other, ‘cause I could
Never love another, the way we would
And I’d go back to that day with you, when it felt so good
Would you kiss me now, as if you really could
Can you understand, what we understood
And felt so good, like we could

Like We Could

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

Genocide, collateral murder, warfare dehumanised to the level of a playstation shoot 'em up serving the ideals of corporatist oligarchs. The spirit of Baby You're A Rich Man rings true but in a bittersweet fashion. If only we could have been Beautiful People instead of Killing Machines.

Crazy Horse One Eight

How does it feel to be the killers of all of those people?
Now that you know just who you are
What are you going to say?

How does it feel to be the killers of all of those people?
How does it feel to be a killing machine?

The 1969 plays; main vocal, electric guitar, lead guitar solo, bass, VST dulcimer and tabla, drum loop sequencing, maracas, Includes Native American Navajo song samples.

Produced and mixed by The 1969, mastered by The 1969, additional mastering by John Marc Bimonte @ Sharp Guy Productions

Recorded March 2017

Crazy Horse One Eight

Welcome to the psychedelic time machine. 

Recorded with Garageband.

Guitars; Washburn HB35 semi acoustic, Fender Stratocaster, Eastwood Sidejack 12 string electric, Epiphone inspired by 1964 Texan and Encore Acoustic guitars, Sire V7 Bass guitar. 

Keyboard; Line 6 Mobile Keys.

Other instruments; mandolin, banjo, piano, bhodran.

Amps; Fender, Line 6. 

Drums; Ginger Baker and Mitch MItchell inspired loops, sounds and hits played by the awesome Dave Martin.

Gear; Behringer UB502 Eurorack, Behringer U-Control UCA202, Macbook Pro, Standard Garageband VST's and plug-ins, Catalinbread Echorec, Dunlop Cry Baby 535Q Multi-Wah.

Thanks for stopping by.
Peace and Love.

All lyrics and recordings copyright The 1969.

All material recorded, mixed and mastered by The 1969.

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