It is a simple song about appreciating the beauty of the place where we live. I hope you enjoy it!

Evening Starlight

this music is brought to you by 2 Fender Telecasters( a couple of Stunners) and two guitar players one being the Amazing Stephen Watkins of Texmex Shaman whom also Produced this guitar gem and the other being Myself-- taken from a composition by another wonderful composer and guitarist who wrote this song in the early 70's in another form, but a similar Progression--Hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do!! the drums and bass are supplied by Roland and Boss--
the guitar garden artwork was created by Stephen

Zwiff with TexMex Shaman(original composition by David Williams) TURN IT UP!

■概要(overview)
断崖の頂上は極楽浄土などではなく、
たどり着いた人たちのほとんどが強制労働をさせられる、恐ろしい場所だった。
その中の一部、つまり私たちは「それ」につれられて洞窟の中を旅した。
別の場所に連れていかれるらしい。ああ、出口が見えてきた・・雪が見えるなぁ。
・・・そんな感じの曲です。メリークリスマス！

The top of the cliff was not a paradise, but a dreadful place where most people who reached it were forced into hard labor. Some of us, including myself, were led by "it" through a journey inside the caves. It seems we were being taken to another place. Ah, I can see the exit... I see snow. ...That's the kind of song it is. Merry Christmas!

■歌詞
「big santa」

細く暗い洞窟を下へ下へと進んだ
左右に揺れながら　歩くそれに連れられ

出口見えた　雪が舞うクリスマスの世界
トップスターが怪しく光る先　見える大きな影

bigサンタ　夢を見ている
切れたゼンマイに気付かない程に
bigサンタ　「誰かがやって来たようだ」


徐々に速度落としそれは何か語り始めた
「カレガ　ココヲツクッタ」
「ワレワレハ　ツクラレタ」

並べられた　数百ものからくり人形
トップスターが怪しく光る先には人々の影

bigサンタ　夢を見ている
毎日がクリスマスの世界を
bigサンタ　「誰かがやって来たようだ」

■Lyrics (translation)
"Big Santa"

We descended further and further into the narrow, 
dark cave, Swaying left and right, led by "it".

We saw the exit, a snowy Christmas world, 
A huge shadow loomed ahead where the top star shone mysteriously.

Big Santa, dreaming, So unaware that his spring had broken. 
Big Santa, "someone seems to have arrived."

Gradually slowing down, 
"it" began to speak, 
"He made this place." 
"We were created."

Lined up were hundreds of mechanical dolls, 
Ahead where the top star shone mysteriously, were shadows of people.

Big Santa, dreaming, In a world where every day is Christmas. 
Big Santa, "someone seems to have arrived."

Point2:big santa

Singing a fascinating poem from my late father...

Na anímica existência, nosso corpo suporte,
atómica aparência, está condenado à morte.
E, em geral, morre ao fim de umas dígitas décadas,
sem que deixe pegadas, nem toques de clarim.
E um protista ridículo o decompõe no sono,
o faz descer no ciclo do azoto e do carbono.
Mas a alma, essa etérea instância que em nós sonha,
terá também bactéria que a ataque e decomponha?
Esta a magna questão, prenha de consequência,
que me assombra a ilusão de uma sobrevivência.

E, se os homens se vacinam nesta vida, que é de penas,
isso significa apenas que os micróbios nos dominam.
São os nossos seguidores, inimigos incansáveis,
pais de pústulas e dores, de doenças incuráveis,
que nos amargam os dias, nos fazem descrer da sorte,
nos deixam de mão vazias perante a força da morte.
É por isso que esses frios postos de vacinação
são nossos templos sombrios para uma técnica oração.

English translation:

In the animical existence our supporting body,
atomic appearance, is condemned to death.
And, in general, it dies after a few finger decades,
without leaving footprints or bugle calls.
And a ridiculous protist decomposes it in its sleep,
makes it go down in the nitrogen and carbon cycles.
But the soul, that ethereal instance that dreams within us,
is there also a bacteria that attacks and decomposes it?
This is the great question, full of consequences,
that haunts my illusion of a survival.

And if men vaccinate themselves in this life, which is full of suffering,
it just means that microbes dominate us.
They are our followers, tireless enemies,
parents of pustules and pains, of incurable diseases,
that make our days bitter, make us disbelieve in luck,
leave us empty-handed before the strength of death.
That's why these cold vaccination stations
are our dark temples for a technical prayer.

Templos Sombrios

Vedran - I’ve Been Waiting for You

'bestowed' 
https://www.instagram.com/p/DGMLO6SOijI/?next=%2F

When I waken from my sleep,
and you're laying next to me,
somewhat tangled under sheets,
my heart sings with ecstasy. 

Please don't ever let me go.
If you don't love, let me know.
Otherwise, babe, let it show,
and I will bask your love bestowed. 

For I forever only want you.

bestowed

Just patterns converging and diverging in many subtle ways.

Ok so I decided to leave this as an instrumental for now. I think this final version is the best mix. Feel free to leave a comment.



Switching Lanes

Da Alm

The Divide

Lyrics:

The girl from Melbourne's crazy
I think about her daily
so won't you be my baby, my dear

I wait until she goes live
to hear my favourite jive
Your voice is a 5/5, my dear

Hedges - Bass and Additional Voices
Norsa - Guitar and Vocals
Willy - Drums

This song was inspired by The Girl From Ipanema. I cite Ty Segull as inspiration for my vocal performance.

The Girl From Melbourne

Song from Wastedland I

Cançó de comiat

My music is dependent on where inspiration takes me. I hope you enjoy something here!

Evening Starlight

TSM