This track is a re-recording of a 35 year old song of mine. Had a lot of white noise back then, so I tried to protect all your precious ears from damage by giving it another try with today's technical equipment. Only my skills didn't improve in the meantime, so I apologize to my younger version of me if I f..... up... ;-)

Guitar still my 35 year old Valley Arts in Gun-Metal Blue.

Artwork by my 87 year old and beloved Dad

In The Distance (2025)

just a simple one mic, spontaneous performance,  me, some words, and a guitar.

Bay Of Pigs Lullaby

Crossroads

Sharp Edges (open invitation for a collab from IPG1) 
IPG1 & Paploviante
Original Vocals from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/sharp-edges-rap-vox-94-bpm?in=ipg1/sets/vocals
Paploviante: E-Bass, Mix, Mastering and Music Composition

Sharp Edges-IPG1 and Paploviante

People walking by
I don't know why they're walking by
I don't know why I want to cry
I'm just keeping the world away

Sitting in the crowd
In the crowd they're really loud
In the dock she's really proud
I'm just keeping the world away

It's a feeling I get from time to time
Especially when I'm feeling this sublime

427. people walking by (harding).mp3

One theme , 4 different versions. With the huge help from my mate Wonder Georg !

The 4 Colors Pen w/ Georg Boehme

Original The Beatles 1968 this is a cover of Jeff Healey's version

PdB Orchestra : Guitars & Organ

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Lyrics:
I'm the dark prince
On leave from the castle
The wine was over served
Feasting on the metaphors
Operas left unheard
Jewel encrusted areoles
Glass bottom gondolas
The saccharine muses
Behind the literary personas
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

Your God's most marvelous creation
In between the inhalations
I'm stuck here in this tourist trap
On the Astral Plane
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing left to blame
Synesthesia feelings
Have a similar refrain
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

My European suits
I'm a gentleman of leisure
The sounds from the unknown
Message and receiver
The trumpets blast in the city distance
I'm among the bourgeois class
Napoleonic pursuits
Kept under wraps

You were lost in my dream
I had your hand
I lost you in the waves
You were lost to the sea
I look for you everywhere I go
In the rental cars
The midnight bars
In every future embrace

Will you share this fever dream, my love?

Fever Dream

Surfers like Us ….. composition and all guitar parts

Artwork provided by Remnant60

Hi Everyone!
This is a brand new song which expresses my nostalgia and longing for the sea.
Hope you enjoy the vibe! 😎🏄🏼‍♂️
Thanks for listening and any support. 
Artur

Sea Waves

this one pretty much wrote itself when i found myself staring at a blank sheet of paper for ages,
tapping my pen annoyingly and waiting for something to happen........a live take with a bit of piano........cheers for having a listen......



           PEN TO PAPER 
 
my pen can write a letter of love
describe to you the stars above
congratulate you on your gain
comfort you when your in pain

console you in your time of need
tell you that you're loved indeed
but if i told you how i feel today
my pen would be cruel

my pen can sign my life away
to own a house i'll never pay
then write it in a thank you note
for the monstrous debt that i now owe

my pen has got me in trouble deep
sometimes so much i cannot sleep
if i were to write about myself
my pen would be cruel

i don't pretend to understand
what's going on upstairs
i just try to keep it to myself
sometimes it's better, to hide it all away
i know to you that that don't make much sense

my pen can tell you how and why
my love for you could never die
write the words with even flow
so you would never have to know

my pen is guarded at the gate
it hides my secrets can't escape
and if they did then you would know
my pen can be so cruel

misanthropy, philanthropy, 
evilness and empathy    
my pen belongs in their mirrored halls
it's inky eye looks through them all

there's nothing it can't see right through
the things you thought that no one knew
now written there right in front of you
the pen can be so cruel

my pen can talk what i can't speak
and go where i don't want to be
from a prison cell to a sunburst sky
turn the truth against a lie

write a wrong into a right
turn a long day into night
the burden can be so heavy
when the pen can be so cruel

Pen To Paper

Hoping you enjoy this chilled groove, thank you for all of your kind shares plays and reposts too!!

Rendezvous

Thx for visiting and listening, I am an amateur guitarist, play a little keybord, bass and drums too. I love music.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Little Man