So lovely and Magdalena's vocal is angelic.  Such fine playing Theo. Your musical chops are impressive, as is your fine production.

Such a beautiful composition and what a lovely voice!

I found this song of you again - and this time it seems I am ready for listening... It's such a good lyrics and music, thank you both 🙏

Theo Bina: music,guitars,bass perc, arr.,mix
Magdalena Bina: text,vocal, mix
Recording: January 2021

You’ll See
(Music: Theo Bina, Text: Magdalena Bina)
Verse 1
I’m afraid of many things, but no one knows what life brings. Do people notice if I’m there, if I
would die would they care? Would it affect them in any way or would it be like any ordinary
day? Well, the sun would rise at dawn and the stars would shine at night.
Chorus
He says don’t be afraid of what life brings. Live and put your trust in me - whatever it is. He
says let your fears out, lay your burden on me. Trust my word and you’ll see.
Verse 2
There’s always time for worries, they are like pain in my chest. I’m always in a hurry, what I
need the most is rest. It’s almost like I’m obsessed by the thought of perfection. What I need
is to find another way of satisfaction.
Chorus
But He says don’t be afraid of what life brings. Live and put your trust in me - whatever it is.
He says let your fears out, lay your burden on me. Trust my word and you’ll see.

You'll See 

You'll See (Theo Bina)

wake up wake up wake up dave

fly away with me, fly away with me
to yellow kid paradise
wake up wake up everybody’s going up 
wake up wake up come away with me
to yellow kid paradise 

went to sleep and i died in a dream,
never woke up not as bad as it seems
cuz we won’t grow old,
no dad no nanny, no master no mum
granny's always there with a sweet sugar plum
or a penny for a song
so open your heart and close your eyes
i'm gonna’ give you a big surprise 
in paradise, yellow kid paradise

wake up wake up everybody’s going up
wake up wake up everybody’s going up

we don’t get sick and we don’t wear ties
it’s always saturday in paradise 
we don’t wear shoes, we just eat pies
nobody walks cuz everybody flies
in paradise.

so open your heart and close your eyes
you’re gonna’ get a big surprise 
in paradise, yellow kid paradise

wake up wake up everybody’s going up
wake up wake up everybody’s going up

was born asleep and i died in a dream,
never woke up not as bad as it seems
so open your heart and close your eyes
you’re gonna’ get a big surprise 
in paradise, in kid paradise, yellow kid paradise

fly away with me, to yellow kid paradise
run away run away run away
…….
produced & performed by kid otari
written by naldo & guillaume
keyboards by guillaume & ricardito
drums by greek god Yannis
guitars by naldo

remastered by guillaume & blitz recording, san diego
Kid Paradise+RL synth

Kid Paradise

Naive romantic lyrics. The whole rest is harmonies and melodies.

You stare at me intensely 
a bit like you would with a child 
who you think is lying to you 
you simply don't believe me 

Give me a hundred years 
to show you my feelings 
put them to the test of time
but you won't find any traces 
of the passing of time, then wearily
you'll understand that my love 
is not wind

look at me, I defend myself 
with the weapons of a child 
who wants to win your trust 
to steal your heart 


Give me a hundred years 
to cross the oceans 
brave the waves and the torments
so that in the end not a trace 
of this weary time
then you'll know that my love 
is not wind

C'est Pas Du Vent (translated)

Here’s my new song in 6/8 with piano, bass, drums, clarinets, synths and vocals. 😊🎶❤️🎹🎤🎵🎼🎶🎧

Thank you to my lovely Sander @wane-of-summer for this wonderful master. 🎶❤️😊❤️

PLAIN SAILING

Burning Sword

The World should care for the Children, they need a better present & a better futur... 

Lyrics & Vocals : Special Cecilia

Musicians Beatmakers, if you want you can remix this song adding some instrumental. 
The file is on Freedownload.
Let's Keep spreading positive vibes...

PRAY FOR THE CHILDREN

Music & words : Loony De Bussy 
Illustration : Nataly NGM  🧡

All played and sung by Loony :  Acoustic / Electric guitar, Fretless Bass, Slide guitar, Electric piano 

Composed and recorded in 2003
Mixed and mastered in November 2023

NIGHT TIME

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

Though lt had been looking Pretty Grim, not to be Thwarted by the mundane problems of the everyday, our seekers of Truth and Condiments Get their house (bus) ln order, Finding incidental Data on the making of the dumpling ln the process. With a full tank,  full bellies, hope ln their hearts, and a large bag of Condiment--They set their sights on Mexico--

Tea R Sea-(Terry) Synth/Percussion/mlx/Production/Artwork
TexMex Shaman(Stephen)-Electric Guitar
Stonerjazz (jeff) lyrics/Vocals)

AKA The Smoking Trout

Lyric Major Parlay

Sally ls a hero, found a hundred dollar bill and a sack of Skittles
ln between the Cushions of the couch-
Sid and MaryAnn are at the local blood bank
peddling pints of plasma
for fifty bucks a pop-

Maurice and Nostradamus are at the western Union
picking up three hundred dollars
from their grandma ln Tacoma
Gus ls working on the Bus
ln the episcopalian Parklng lot
and even got two hundred dollars from the congregation-

Stu he's got a Visa card which he never uses
Ubered over to the lucky Ladles where he's playing black jack
hoping for a Major Parlay--Hoping for a major Parlay-----

Larry and Roberta, while beggin for some buckshees
and playin music on the corner at the farmers market
met a Sufi sitting on the sidewalk
serenely spouting scripture from the Transcendental Dharma of the Dumpling--

Along with baking soda, salt, wheat and water
A heavy leavening of responsibility ls required ln the making--
And some mushrooms from Oaxaca-lf you wanna make that dumpling, she sald
you're gonna have to go
To Mexico--:)

Major Parlay-The Smoking Trout (Holy Dumpling #7) Tea R Sea and TexMex Shaman

Keith had a gentle guitar phrase and  a few words that he was playing with and shuffled it over to me for a listen to see what I made of it. The result is the song below. The conflict is in the spirituality represented by the sparks on a fire ascending, and the observation that the embers twinkle, fade and fall, silent. What is it all about if the prayers, meditations and positive thoughts just fall back to earth like the sparks? The beliefs we embrace must hit the road of reality. If they measure up to good - wonderful! But if not? The supreme irony for me is watching kids being taught to hate in a religious school class.  I was going to use the coordinating conjunction BUT to set up the point of contrast (But you can't..."). Instead, Keith preferred the AND ("And you can't...") as, in addition to all that one CAN believe, you must be aware that other things follow too. Can And Cannot. So simple. Or is it?
Free D/L - Track 9 of the new album Hold On To Someone : https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Lyrics:
We seem to want to find
A spiritual connection to space and time
An affinity for infinity and the great beyond
Now, chuck your branch onto the fire
Watch it spark, and come alive
Embers drawn up into the night sky
Twinkling, fading, and in silence, fall

And you can't lead, once they've all been turned
And you can't light, what's already burned
And you can't teach compassion and hope
Once the hating's all been learned,

It's the lack of definition of in the twilight hours
That makes it so difficult to find our way
Past all the claims and assertions of things that cannot be proven
Now, chuck your branch onto the fire
Watch it spark, and come alive
Embers drawn up into the night sky
Twinkling, fading, and in silence fall

And you can't lead, once they've all been turned
And you can't light, what's already burned
And you can't teach compassion and hope
Once the hating's all been learned,

Wigmore: synths, production, lyrics, vocals
Allen: guitars, bass, music, additional vocals

Hold On (To Someone)

And You Can't

There's a fantastic 70s leaning pop-rock album  Ticket to Shangri-La  released in 2023 (Young Gun Silver Fox) with a song called Starting Wars. I miss heard and mis-read the title as Starling Wars which seemed a great metaphor for something. It could have applied to a relationship - but the 2 wars going on became the theme

Starling Wars

You fly in to foul my nest 
Seeing red I puff out my chest
Aiming at your catacombs
Dropping all my guano bombs
Flit across and I peck at you
Cause my beliefs are the only truth
Starling wars it’s about pecking order 
Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter

I ruffle your feathers
You think that you’re better
Ethnically superior
The plumage of an emperor
Gonna peck my eye’s right out
Squawk about it loud and proud
Starling wars it’s about pecking order 
Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter

Em7 Dma7 Ami7 G Bb/C F F#m7 B

Underneath there’s the dove of peace
Peeking out at the busy streets
I Wrap your eggs neath protective wings
Drop a flower confess my sins
Fleeting thought it just flies away
Revenge is sweet gonna make you pay
Starling wars it’s about pecking order 
Starling wars gonna bomb your son and daughter

You'll See (Theo Bina)

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