Sweet collaboration y'all, digging those horn elements!

Great collaboration of talent here. Cool arrangement. Slide git sweet.

Feel good Rock alternative song! Love the piano melodies; brings warmth & uplifting mood to the whole song! 🔥

such a great collab you guys , played a few times

@giovanni-dagostino-3: That’s great, glad you liked it.

So love this piece...& especially the lyrics 💟🔥💟

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Lyrics and composition, guitar and vocals by Joliz

April 2024

Three minutes before the bus …

Your words,
Your smile,
Eyes do not lie.

No love is meant to last
Just three minutes before the bus
Stops and takes you away from me,
Deprives me of your company.

No love is meant to last
Just three minutes before the bus
Comes and takes you away from me,
Leaves me to my destiny.

Cheek to cheek
Our will is weak.
Kiss me, kiss me
Let’s dive in deep.

Our tender hands 
Trying a shared life to pretend.
But three minutes can’t replace
A lifetime full of grace.

No love is meant to last
Just three minutes before the bus
Stops and takes you away from me,
Deprives me of your company.

No love is meant to last
Just three minutes before the bus
Comes and takes you away from me,
Leaves me to my destiny.

Cheek to cheek
Our will is weak.
Kiss me, kiss me,
Let’s dive in deep.

Our touch touches all,
Our body and our soul. 
But three minutes can’t replace
A lifetime full of grace.

No love is meant to last
Just three minutes before the bus
Stops and takes you away from me,
Deprives me of your company.

No love is meant to last
Just three minutes before the bus
Comes and takes you away from me,
Leaves me to my destiny.

Your words,
Your smile,
Eyes do not lie.

Three Minutes Before The Bus ... (Guitar Version)

Shooting my shot on the Aoki Challenge for this track!  A blend of dark and light with varying synth tones scattered throughout.

Sable

This heavenly instrumental (open collab) made by Remnant60 was a one-take accoustic track... Was it improvisation or the whisper of an angel?, certainly it was celestial... 
  
So i wanted to greet a top-woman, with one off the best known prayers: "Ave Maria".

Lyrics

Ave Maria, gratia plena, Maria, gratia plena, Maria, gratia plena, Ave, Ave, Dominus, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus, Et benedictus fructus ventris (tui), Ventris tui, Jesus. Ave Maria!

Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
Ora, ora pro nobis;
Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
Nunc et in hora mortis,
In hora mortis nostrae.
In hora, hora mortis nostrae,
In hora mortis nostrae.
Ave Maria! 

instrumental https://soundcloud.com/remnant60/project-2-in-c-open?si=9720216a80d84a61a92624e4a77ef1f1&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Ave Maria - Variations on a dream (collab Remnant60)

Fishermen at dawn

On My Mind

Vidéo par Muette : https://youtu.be/TirWU1LibgI

By The Way             (Translated after the French text )
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

T’as vu, d’puis quelques temps,
J'te prends plus dans mes bras.
Lorsque tu rentreras,
Tu trouv'ras dans l'frigo
Un gigot piqué d'ail.
By the way, faut qu'j'm’en aille.

Je s'rai plus là dimanche
Mais embrasse tes parents
Qui m'aimaient bien je crois.
Dis-leur qu'c'est moi qui flanche,
Que c'est moi la méchante.
By the way, je m'en vais,

Avec le minimum,
Sans meubles et puis sans homme
Aux angles obtus et durs.
Je m'en vais habiter
Une maison sans murs.
By the way, j'en suis sûre.

Le linge est repassé,
La vaisselle est rangée.
Je n'ai pas su ôter
La petite poussière
Qui t'avait recouverte.
By the way, j’fais place nette.

J'ai beaucoup réfléchi
Mais tes mots sont du bruit
Qui ne frappent plus au cœur
Mais seul'ment au tympan
Et je sais qu'il est temps.
By the way, il est l’heure.

By The Way

You've seen, for a while now,
I can't hold you anymore.
When you come home
You'll find in the fridge
A leg of lamb spiked with garlic.
By the way, I've got to go.

I won't be here on Sunday
But give your parents a kiss
I think they liked me.
Tell them I'm the one who's flinching,
I'm the bad guy.
By the way, I'm leaving,

With the bare minimum,
No furniture and no man
With hard obtuse angles.
I'm going to live
A house without walls.
By the way, I'm sure of it.

The laundry is ironed,
The dishes are put away.
I haven't been able to remove
The little dust
That covered you.
By the way, I'm tidying up.

I've thought a lot
But your words are noise
That no longer strike at the heart
But only to the eardrum
And I know it's time.
By the way, it's time

By The Way  avec Muette

Dim and Diminished

Music Dave Rose
Here is a track I have just done today which to my mind sounds it like it could be off a detective show. Possibly :>)

Gumshoe

Dear friends, I sit here philosophizing. Since the beginning of time, reproduction has been essential. Love seems to boost reproduction. And I believe that our bees feel love for the flowers they pollinate!

The Crew of Love

In springtime we may see the busy crew of love begins to act
they create all the wonders that nature provides
it must be something that we hardly understand
how it began, it is a mystery, who made these flowers for us  
They are the signs that life is going on

The crew also consists of creatures who are lively and diligent
it buzzes and it chirps all over our little park
it must be something that we hardly understand
how it began, it is a mystery, who made these flowers for us 
They are the signs that life is going on

The flowers of all our trees create clouds that are fragrant and magical
and I will never leave my dear home
it must be something that we hardly understand
how it began, it is a mystery, who made these flowers for us 
They are the signs that life is going on

I sit here and I think how terrible it would be if bombs start to fall down  
as they do on the Middle, East coast and in Ukraine
it must be something that we hardly understand
how it began, it is a mystery, who made these missisles for them 
They are the signs that life may take an end

The Crew of Love  (Lyrics in description)- 2025-05-31 13.17

Waltzing Through The Space Zoo

A song from our band Nebulae of Dawn! soundcloud.com/user-83652633/tracks

Music, mixing : Agapite soundcloud.com/agapite/tracks
www.facebook.com/AgapiteSongwriter/
Lyrics, vocal, mixing and mastering : Lukowig www.facebook.com/Lukowig/ twitter.com/Lukowig
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Mon miroir

Plane lisse surface
sans couleur rien ne t'efface
impassible indifférent
tu as le temps tu m'attends

tes airs profonds illusoirs
troisième dimension de foire
ne sont que des reflets sans vie
des jeux de lumière d'asphyxie.

Mon ami du soir mon miroir
de mon minois momie noire
le reflet me jette à la face
sans tact restant de glace.

Mon ami du soir mon miroir
de mon minois momie noire
le reflet me jette à la face
sans tact restant de glace.

Porte en trompe-l'œil ouverte
sur les images à toi offertes
triste copieur de génie
œil damné frappé d'insomnies

sur tes "pas laid" le goût du luxe
sur ta peau ces mots : "j'accuse
sans excuse tes traits disgracieux
tes rides tes cernes sous les yeux.

Mon ami du soir mon miroir
de mon minois momie noire
le reflet me jette à la face
sans tact restant de glace.

Mon ami noir toi mon miroir
condamne mes masques dérisoires
aux éclats se rit de moi
cruement sans émoi.

Mon ennemi du soir mon miroir
ton juste ton unique regard
immuable ni beau ni laid
me dit : "tes rêves de beau renie-les !".

Mon Miroir [Agapite - Lukowig]

Texte Français et Google traduction

LES RAGOTS

Cracher des voix sur un dos
Donner bas ses coups de couteau
Le “qu’en dira” est bien au chaud
Dans les débats qui font des “faux”.
Montrer du doigt, se jouer Zorro
Au nirvana dans vos huis clos
Piquer à froid, croquer à chaud
Santé vous va, sentez vous sots
La tombola d’un prochain lot
Tiré tout bas, crié très haut
Au prorata d’autres ragots
Sera une proie de vos chapeaux

Aléas ou quipropos
Êtes judas, y’a pas photo.

Casser du bois, briser des os
Est à l’étroit du ciboulot
Prendre du poids, se rendre beau
Aux grands exploits, petits costauds.
Votre S.P.A. de sales corbeaux
Comme porte-voix trouve son écho
Au pieu Gloria d’un bas niveau
Dans des combats qui en sont trop.

Armada et armes à mots
Les gros bras n’ont pas de cerveau

Vider sa loi sous le manteau
Mets un contrat sur une peau
Les renégats gèrent les tripots
Et les bras droits font le boulot
Les gens sans foi suivent le cadeau
Comme on les noient dans un ruisseau
Ces candidats pour des complots
On les aura plus qu’il ne faut

Errata et à propos
On plante là, méchants cerveaux.
Armada et armes à mots
Mettons nos doigts là ou il faut.
Armada et armes à mots
Mettons nos doigts là ou il faut.
Mettons nos doigts là ou il faut.

GOSSIP

Spitting voices on a back
Give low stabbing
The "what will say" is well warm
In debates that make "fake".
Pointing, playing Zorro
To nirvana in your camera
Stitch cold, chew hot
Health you go, feel foolish
The raffle of a next batch
Shot low, shouted high
In proportion to other gossip
Will be a prey of your hats

Hazards or whopropos
Are peephole, there's no picture.

Break wood, break bones
Is cramped
Put on weight, make yourself beautiful
Great exploits, small sturdy.
Your S.P.A. of dirty crows
As a megaphone finds its echo
At Gloria stake of a low level
In fights that are too much.

Armada and weapons with words
Big arms do not have brains

Empty his law under the mantle
Put a contract on a skin
The renegades manage the gambling dens
And the right arms are doing the job
People without faith follow the gift
As we drown them in a stream
These candidates for conspiracy
We will have more than we need

Errata and about
We are planting there, wicked brains.
Armada and weapons with words
Let's put our fingers where it is needed.
Armada and weapons with words
Let's put our fingers where it is needed.
Let's put our fingers where it is needed.

LES RAGOTS (Quand on lance de faux bruits)

HERE SHE COMES-THERE SHE GOES
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2015/2019/2020
Re-Mastered by Andrew Borderick OCT 2020

THEY WERE THE DAY'S WE'D GO OUT AND MEET ONE
A FRIEND AT THE BAR OR SWIMMING WITH YOU YOU YOU YOU
REMEMBER THE DAY'S OF THE OLD DUKE BOX
WHEN WE DANCED THAT NIGHT WHEN I MET YOU

GONE ARE THE DAY'S IT'S ALL ABOUT FACE'S
A CLICK ON THE NET AND I CATCH YOU YOU YOU YOU
MAY'BE WE'LL FALL IN TWO PLACE'S
TAKE A CHANCE ON YOU AND WHAT IS TRUE

HERE SHE COMES THERE SHE GOES

EVERYONE'S OUT FALLING ON THE WEEKEND
OTHER'S ARE HOME SURFING FOR YOU YOU YOU YOU
TAKE SOME TIME AND WE MIGHT BELIEVE IN
THAT SOMEDAY YOU'LL FIND THE ONE FOR YOU

HERE SHE COME'S THERE SHE GOES

Here she come's there she goes

HERE SHE COMES-THERE SHE GOES

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

Standup bass, Trumpet, Baritone Sax, Mix & Mastering: Damon of tZDIQ https://soundcloud.com/tzdiq
Guitar: Davy Vance https://soundcloud.com/skub1955
Vocal, Piano, Stinger Bass, 7-piece Brass Section, Trombone, Drum Programming: Jan Schonander https://soundcloud.com/thegats

Huge thanks to Damon and Davy!

THE MONEY

She floated across the street
Red dress slit straight up to heaven
Looked straight at me 
Flashed a pearly white smile
Blonde hair to my dreams

Aahh, she teased me then she
Strutted her way to the bus stop
Mmhh, I blushed and and then
I stumbled across the sidewalk

She said honey
You ain’t got the money
Gotta live my life
Can’t be just any man’s wife
I’ve gotta make the climb
I’m in my prime
You ain’t got a dime
Don’t waste my time

Aahh, so close and so far 
Cut short by a red light
Mmhh, so close and so far
My checkbook stuck in red

I cleaned up my dirty act
I payed up for a haircut
Every last dollar and cent
Candlelight dinner
Just to be there, with her

She said honey
You ain’t got the money
Gotta live my life
Can’t be just any man’s wife
I’ve gotta make the climb
I’m in my prime
You ain’t got a dime
Don’t waste my time

She floated across the street
10 years later straight from nowhere
She looked in my eyes
Flashed a pearly white smile
Stepped into my dreams

She said honey
I don’t need the money
Gotta live my life
Can’t be just any man’s wife

She said honey
You’re the money
Come be my life
Let me be your wife

The Money

The Money | tZDIQ, Davy Vance & TheGat(s)

Music and guitar: Wypernet soundcloud.com/laurent-toupet-930624560/tracks
Percussion, bass, synth, lyrics, vocal, mixing, mastering and illustration: Lukowig www.facebook.com/Lukowig/

Femme-poison

Ainsi je m'endors
contre les écailles de son corps
nacrées aux reflets d'or
bercé par la voix cristalline 
de ma câline 
et fatale créature marine :
ma femme-poison ma faille mon assassine.

Groggy je m'endors
contre les jambes poissonneuses
de mon empoisonneuse
car ce ne sont pas des lar-
-mes mais des dards
qui perlent de ses iris vertes :
du poison pour ma plus grande perte.

Ici je m'endors
en proie à une mort sûre
sous l'effet de ses morsures
car sa salive
tranchante et incisive
se diffuse dans mes veines :
du poison pour ma plus grande peine

du poison pour ma plus grande perte

du poison... du poison... du poison...

Femme-poison [Wypernet and Lukowig]

I'm a songwriter, composer and singer.

I've had the privilege of working with talented artists:
Christian Levitan @user-872366230
JT The Owl @lionel-duvoy
Myckaël Marcovic @myckael-marcovic
Dan-T @dan-t-3
Tulipe @tulipe-records
Wypernet @laurent-toupet-930624560
Agapite @agapite
Stina @user-911729042
Amanda Sanderson @phoebeelena
Gina Wood @gina-wood-837506330
Alainquietant @user-390366033
LuluM @lucien-moerkamp
Lenny Gaire-Bleuven
Eloi Nicod @eloi-nicod

Thanks for visiting. This is a retro eclectic music mix with looming influences from among others Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Lou Reed & Jon Lord. Mostly I write about the human condition.

I am always looking for a guitar player that wants to collaborate. Would be fun to find a real drummer also.

A Gat is a cat in Catalan - it all makes sense if you’re me. The (s) stands for many collaborators.

I encourage everybody on SC to listen more and be less transactional.

The Money | tZDIQ, Davy Vance & TheGat(s)

TheGat(s)

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