Juan Carlos Alquézar

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https://on.soundcloud.com/cvcjXQxmFKfRCrb0Ki - What an absolute honour to share with you THE MOST amazing profile on SoundCloud. I give you the handiwork of the Reeves brothers Brian and Gary and Tel. Gary has built this amazing reflection of their life's work as bros and artists. This Week is the anniversary of Brian's passing so may you rest in peace Brian. Gary got your back man and the world is going to know your genius forever. I know you got his back still 🫡❤️‍🔥🤍 Do your ears and soul a favour and support this group of artists. Especially this week, life is difficult so they could do with as much love as possible. Cheers  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under Construction: In this playlist I will only put artists that we 100% know are using tools and not being a tool themselves. This is a list of real artists and musicians which I can hand on heart say at this moment I believe they are human and safe to connect with and spread 🫡🔆 I've found these gems already so if you want to grow your human connectivity this will become a very large reference list of REAL. Thanks people ... Feel free to remind me of your humanity and I'll throw a track in for you otherwise will get around to everyone eventually 🫡❤️‍🔥 This list oozes expression. Someone asked me, Carl I use a DAW as my instrument. My answer was well done.. If you think about the great composers before computers. They had an instrument (sometimes not) a pencil, paper and staves drawn on it. The DAW is our modern sheet music so if you express with piano roll only... that's still making music like the greatest composers of all time did. It's however You express yourself and everyone is on this list because that's what they do. They express THEIR feelings in THEIR own way. We need to lift this list of musical martial artists in my pea head opinion. No AI can ever make the love that's made here because AI can't feel for us it can only guess our feelings and that's why all the guesses lack any feelings. We make feelings because controlled feelings take actual intelligence and actual real refections 

Human Confirmed - Please submit a song as a human artist and I'll pop in that ❤️

THING CALLED BERT (Rocky Mountain)
Composer: Rocky Mountain   Written: 17/3/81
Original demo recorded: Summer 1981   Additional Recording: June 2013
 
Another demo from 1980 revived, with a little added percussion, at The Core Arts Studio.
Again, grateful thanks to all involved at Core Arts for their seemingly inexhaustible help and yes that does include you Craig Shaw, Pawel Kucharski, Stuart Wood and Mark Davis.

Remember when we danced at midnight
We were together, hand to glove
There must have been no doubt about it
It must have been this thing called love
It must have been this thing called love

Remember when we danced in Greenland
Under the sun-kissed tropical moon
There must have been no doubt about it
It must have been this thing called June
It must have been this thing called June

Remember when we danced the Can-Can
Under the baked bean sky of Paris
There must have been no doubt about it
It must have been this thing called twee
It must have been this thing called twee

Remember when we did the business
We were together, foot to head
There must have been no doubt about it
It must have been this thing called bed
It must have been this thing called bed

Remember when we flew to Heathrow
We were together, dove to dove
There must have been no doubt about it
It must have been this thing called love
It must have been this thing called love

Brian Reeves: Synths, Guitars, Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums/ Percussion

Thing Called Bert (1981) Rocky Mountain

THE QUIET JOYS OF BROTHERHOOD (The Norman Chop Trio)
Traditional Irish Air / Words Richard Fariña
Recorded: March 1976   Additional mastering by Pawel Kucharski.  

Found on an old cassette (apologies for all the clicks and pops…) bearing the pencilled legend ‘Pete & Dud’, this is another example of Brian and Katy’s extraordinary vocal dexterity, good enough reason alone for it’s inclusion.  However, it also reflects that they didn’t exactly take themselves too seriously and any opportunity for a laugh was, for both of them, an integral part of the creative process.  Enjoy.
 
Brian Reeves: Vocals
Katy Heath: Vocals

The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood - Norman Chop Trio (1976)

Straight yourself

04 Penny

If The Stars Are The Dreams of Spacemen

Written by Brian Reeves, August-October 1972
Recorded in a New Malden bedroom, October 1973

Another bedroom demo, recorded around the same time as “And I Never Took You To A Festival”.  As with many of these old recordings, the tape was pretty mangled at the end so hope you won’t mind the attempt at masking this in the best way I could.  Hope it doesn’t impair your enjoyment too much.  I 'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has been such a supporter of this page over the last 18 months or so.  Our family has been astounded by  all the support and We need to you all to know that every one of your kind words means the whole world.  You are the kindest of people and we will never forget the support you have given.  You have hearts the size of lions.  It means everything.  Our deep love and appreciation can never be enough to repay you all..
  (Gary Reeves)

Brian Reeves:  Vocals and Acoustic Guitar

Lyrics:

Knowing love as I do
Yes I’m frightened
Desperate gasps of conversation
Fears heighten
If I’m only the dreams of dreamers
Why am I in isolation?

Seeing life as I do
Yes I’m whitened
Seeking masts on horizons
Pains tighten
If the stars are the dreams of spacemen
Where am I in heaven’s tracing?

I am the hammer on closed doors and windows
Asking the question that nobody knows

Breathing songs as I do
Yes I’m lightened
But they’re only gaps in vacuums
Freak lightning
Inside dreams of dreams of dreamers
Outside schemes of schemes of schemers
Who Am I?


If The Stars Are The Dreams Of Spacemen - Rocky Mountain (1973)

A pop song middle tempo, relax sound, good vibes, good feelings

rainy days are gone

This time, not content with torturing you with one song, I'm uploading two. And the reason is that they were born twins. They came to me one after the other, just as you can hear them. I ask for your patience; if you don't like the first, I'll give the second a chance. With luck, you'll like one of them. Without luck, it'll be a double failure. Generally speaking, they're both pop, one more uptempo and the other, definitely, slower.

From Lips to eyes - Nocturne (Medley)

I'm not sure if the song is good or not. I'm pretty sure that is a small song, a result of a little bit of inspiration. I saw myself in the obligation of do it. At least, don't takes us away too much time to listen it. It is like all those songs we don't really like as "You mother should know", from the Beatles (saving a great distance, os course)

Two Birds in a Cage

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Usually, my idea of a song is that it should be based on melody. Well, this time, instead, there's not much melody here and a bit more rhythm than usual. I don't know... I hope you like it. And if not, I'll probably feel completely misunderstood.

Mr. Misunderstood

n & n

מוזיקה ואלקטרוניקה
נרדי
Elia Meir Savorai
נבו סבוראי

מופק באולפני חדר זמני

 A Tribute to Carlos Castaneda


The Hunter        תסרב

We all love the A-list singles, but... I, at least, also like the songs that fill the album. This one may be one of them, but I made it with a lot of love. And I even dared to sing a little differently, finding a voice I didn't know I had, for the second voice.

Why should I hold this with me

I was born in 1963. I write songs since 1980, always as amateur. I just can't help It.