Song composed & created by The Boilerman & James Carr
Eric created & plays: all lead, rhythm & octave guitar
James written & sings: all vocals & some chorus rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, piano
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Please visit my friend James @soundcloud.com/jamescarrsolo

Run Like Hell

Run Like Hell - ft. James Carr

Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/vente-con-nosotrosversion-original-ver-texto 

Para escuchar la versión instrumental https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/vente-con-nosotros-version-instrumental

Vente con nosotros

Me despierta la luz del nuevo día
que a raudales entra en mi habitación
hoy es fiesta, pienso con alegría,
y nos vamos al campo de excursión.

Impaciente preparo mi mochila
y me voy a esperar al autocar:
la mañana nos devuelve a la vida
y la ciudad comienza a despertar.

Estribillo

Vente con nosotros un día al campo
vente con nosotros a disfrutar
de la paz, del sol, de un aire tan sano
que cambia penas por felicidad.

Vente con nosotros, rompe la puerta
donde nos encierran estrés y ansiedad
y serás feliz tumbado en la hierba 
viendo en el cielo a las aves volar.

Vente con nosotros, tú necesitas
olvidar las prisas de la ciudad
sentirte joven cuando acabe el día
reconciliarte con la libertad.

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No comprendo cómo puede haber gentes
que destruyen los bosques sin piedad
prenden fuego por sucios intereses
lo que queda aún sin contaminar.

Intentemos que pronto se den cuenta
que en los bosques está la salvación
de un planeta que agoniza y que fuera
lo más hermoso de la creación.

Come with us

The light of the new day wakes me up
that floods into my room
today is a party, I think with joy,
and we go to the field of excursion.

Impatiently I prepare my backpack
and I'm going to wait for the coach:
the morning brings us back to life
and the city begins to wake up.

Chorus

Come with us one day to the country
come with us to enjoy
of peace, of the sun, of such a healthy air
that exchanges sorrows for happiness.

Come with us, break the door
where stress and anxiety lock us up
and you will be happy lying on the grass
watching the birds fly in the sky.

Come with us, you need
forget the rush of the city
feel young when the day is done
reconcile you with freedom.

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I don't understand how there can be people
that destroy the forests without mercy
they set fire for dirty interests
what is still uncontaminated.

Let's try to make them realize soon
that salvation is in the woods
of a planet that is dying and that was
the most beautiful thing in creation.

Chorus

Vente Con Nosotros (Voz Dazz Deva) Ver texto

Translation above
Sculpture de Léo Ferré à Monaco par Blaise Devissi.

Sur un texte de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://soundcloud.com/gaidodaniel06

Poètes perdus

Tu gardes le tempo 
Dans les bras de ta muse
Qui te porte déjà
Au bout de ta mémoire
Qui creuse dans tes mains
Tant de portées d'amour
Tu rayonnes déjà
Sous leurs calices de feu

Refrain :
Léo, Léo, Léo
Les violons de tes nuits
Te fredonnent les notes
Des poètes perdus

Demain, tu trouveras 
Le parfum du mystère 
Qui sillonne la terre 
Au fond de quelques joies 
Dans le son des hautbois 
Quand tu chantes la vie 
Tes soirs de liberté 
Sur ton piano d'azur
(refrain)

Debout dans le brouillard 
L'hiver, tu resteras 
Les putains de la mort 
Et les maîtres de Dieu 
Et tous ces fous de feu 
Te souffleront les mots 
Venus de l'au-delà 
Une nuit de sabbat
(refrain)

Paroles de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 26/02/2024

With text by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://soundcloud.com/gaidodaniel06
Sculpture of Léo Ferré in Monaco by Blaise Devissi.

Lost poets

You keep the tempo
In the arms of your muse
Who already carries you
At the end of your memory
Digging in your hands
So many spans of love
You're already glowing
Under their chalices of fire

Refrain :
Léo, Léo, Léo
The violins of your nights
Hum to you the notes
Of lost poets
Tomorrow you'll find
The scent of mystery
That crisscrosses the earth
In the depths of some joy
In the sound of oboes
When you sing of life
Your evenings of freedom
On your azure piano
(refrain)

Standing in the fog
L'hiver, tu resteras
The whores of death
And God's masters
And all those madmen of fire
Will whisper words to you
From beyond
Une nuit de sabbat
(refrain)

Words by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 26/02/2024

Poètes perdus (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Music & Production: Most Epic Dream
Guitars, Vocals & Lyrics: Kanilrós

Let me take you to,
This new place I found.
We have won the biggest prize.

We’re going home,
All on our own.

Feeding manic society,
We’re all alone.

Let’s get something new,
Let’s go someplace nice.
We can take my new car.

We’re all alone.

Feeding manic society,
Slow down, manic society.
I’m coming home.

Feeding manic society,
Slow down, manic society.
I’m coming home.

Manic (ft. Kanilrós)

Employee Of The Month

Purr

When rhymes elude and thoughts collide, let the guitar rock! 🤘

Making experiments with SynthV.

Dont' Know What to Sing

Don't Know What to Sing

Tonight

On Monday, I work hard,
Papers pile, coffee's charred,
Meetings, coding, endless tweaks,
But the weekend? That's my peak.

On Tuesday, I work hard,
Theories tangle, brains bombard,
Charts fill up, outlook bleak,
But the weekend? Pure technique.

On Wednesday, I work hard,
Meetings marathon, no regard,
Deadlines loom, prospects meek,
But the weekend? I don't peek.

On Thursday, I work hard,
Debates deep, stay on guard,
Concepts clash, spirits bleak,
But the weekend? Zen I seek.

On Friday, I work hard,
Last push, play every card,
Tasks end, fatigue's at peak,
But the weekend? Rest unique.

On the weekend, I don't work,
I panic, fret, then shirk.
Doubt looms, I vent, I snap,
Rushing, cramming—what a trap!

Worries fade, then I regroup,
Focus sharpens, back in the loop.
Commit, persist, tasks resized,
Strive, push hard, and organize.

Execute, multitask, find my groove,
Final stretch, things improve.
Endless trials, all in the murk,
Yes, on the weekend, I don't work.

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This one is for all the breadfans out there--introducing "On the Weekend I Don't Work," a funky speed rock track inspired by Budgie iconic riff. This track captures the weekly grind's relentless pulse and the ironic twist of a weekend not so different from the workdays. Through energetic verses, the song narrates a week of hard work, building up to a weekend supposed to be for rest, yet filled with its own hectic challenges. It's a tongue-in-cheek look at the reality of never truly 'turning off,' perfect for anyone who finds themselves just as busy on their days off as they are the rest of the week.

#OnTheWeekendIDontWork #WeekendWarriors #SpeedRock #RockAnthem #WorkLifeBalance #EnergyHigh #MusicForTheSoul

On the Weekend I Don't Work

A Wish and a Hope

This track is from the BW album Exaggerate and is available for purchase online.
Vocals & guitar -John Hardman
Composed by JH for Swamp Music Productions.
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories.

Talkin' 'Bout Happiness by Beats Working (John Hardman)

Most Epic Dream: Weaving indie emotions, electronic pulses, and post-rock textures into a sonic journey of heartfelt introspection. 
#indie #electronic #rock

Most Epic Dream is an Indie/Electronic/Rock music project from Australia, currently based in Adelaide SA.

Most Epic Dream’s songwriter Damian fuses contemporary electronica with elements of rock, pop and other styles.

With one eye on present trends and the ability to draw inspiration from his vast kitbag of influences Most Epic Dream is constantly evolving and creating unique and original compositions that span a wide range of genres within the confines of Damian’s trusty MacBook/logic combo.

Most Epic Dream is looking to collaborate with other artists on new projects so feel free to get in touch if you’re interested.

Manic (ft. Kanilrós)

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