Name: 05 The Waterfall by YVES MARY in 2025 Alternate Rock
Duration: 6 min 32 s
Description: Sam & Will are twins. This is their story.

2025 Alternate Rock

Sam & Will are twins. This is their story.

05 The Waterfall

The Secret

nessuna risposta

Howl to the Moon

sex and candy? NO, time to grow up. Sex and Weed

Sex & Weed Remix

cold shoulder of snow written and composed and also produced by Christoper Patrick Brown - Chris Browne BrowneProject download a track on my Bandcamp music page? https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/cold-shoulder-of-snow

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Cold Shoulder Of Snow

 "TUTTY" is a heartfelt melodic trap track that dives deep into the pain of lost love. Built on moody keys and atmospheric 808s, the song reflects on a girl from the past — someone who left a mark that time can't erase. Through emotional vocals and introspective lyrics, the artist confesses the regret, the what-ifs, and the quiet moments when her memory hits the hardest. It’s a bittersweet blend of vulnerability and nostalgia, perfect for late-night drives and broken hearts.

TUTTY

i´m a Horny Thing

Fever & Humidity (feat. Robert Grigg) (2025)

musique pour le sexe

Ça m'excite

mistic night2

Rock/blues song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - vocals, guitar
Lynn John Sheppard - Bass
Dave Rea - rhythm guitar
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

If I Could Tell You Something - John Hardman

Lyrics: 
6AM, hit the floor again
Coffee in my hand, fake a little grin
Six days straight, no time to breathe
A million steps, but I ain’t free

Clock in, clock out, cook and clean
Dinner alone, then I crash and dream
Wake up and I do it all again
Like a movie stuck on never end

I’m tired of just surviving
My soul is quietly crying
I wanna feel like I’m alive and
Not just living to keep on trying

I wanna wake up in a house that’s mine
No rent, no debt, no overtime
Fly first class just to feel the sky
Live like a queen, not just gettin’ by
It sounds so wild, maybe insane
But I dream it loud, I feel no shame
Maybe I’ll hit the lotto scene
And break out of this same damn dream

I see the world through my phone screen
Paris, Rome, places I’ve never been
While I scrub the dishes in the sink
Fantasizin’ just to not overthink

They say hard work will pave the way
But all I see is bills to pay
Where’s my reward, where’s my escape?
This routine life is just a cage

I’m drowning in the silence
But dreaming gives me guidance
I whisper to the stars each night
“Set me free, just get it right”

I wanna wake up in a house that’s mine
No rent, no debt, no overtime
Fly first class just to feel the sky
Live like a queen, not just gettin’ by
It sounds so wild, maybe insane
But I dream it loud, I feel no shame
Maybe I’ll hit the lotto scene
And break out of this same damn dream

What if the stars align for me?
What if the chains just fall and I’m free?
Laughin’ in a villa by the sea
Could it ever be more than just a fantasy?

I wanna wake up in a house that’s mine
No rent, no debt, no overtime
Travel the world with tears of pride
Feel the sun where my soul can rise
It might sound crazy, might seem far
But dreams were made to chase the stars
Maybe I’ll hit the jackpot beam
And finally live more than this same damn dream

Same damn dream…
But maybe someday, I’ll wake up queen.

Same Damn Dream

Para escuchar la versión con MV https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/b23848eb-fa1b-436d-8205-eae79673576b
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira

Y ME PARECE MENTIRA

Te veo y no lo puedo creer:

detengo mis ojos en tu cara

intentando encontrar la mirada

que ayer tanto me hizo padecer

y descubro al instante el presente

que penetra con fuerza en mi mente

destrozando tu imagen de ayer.


Te observo y no consigo entender:

creía reciente aquel verano

salpicado de amores tempranos

teniendo la luna como juez

y la llama de mis ilusiones

que forjó mis primeras canciones

en los más profundo de mi ser.


Comparo, y me parece mentira, 

la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

todavía conservo el perfume

de aquellas mañanas de estío

y el sabor amargo del desprecio

socavando el alma de un crío.


Recuerdo y soy tu esclavo otra vez:

navego en los mares de tus ojos

inundando la noche de gozo

sembrando esperanza por mi piel

pero arribo a tu puerto y zozobro

y mi gozo se torna en sollozos 

al oír que no hay nada que hacer.


Comparo, y me parece mentira,
 
la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

¿quién no guarda la risa o el llanto

de aquel primer beso de ensueño?

risa para el que apuró buen vino

llanto el que brindó con veneno.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE A LIE

I see you and I can't believe it:

I fix my eyes on your face

trying to find the gaze

that made me suffer so much yesterday

and I instantly discover the present

which penetrates my mind with force

shattering your image of yesterday.

I watch you and I can't understand:

I thought that summer was recent

spattered with early loves

having the moon as my judge

and the flame of my dreams

that forged my first songs

in the depths of my being.

I compare, and it seems like a lie,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

I still retain the scent

of those summer mornings

and the bitter taste of contempt

undermining the soul of a child.

I remember and I am your slave again:

I sail the seas of your eyes

flooding the night with joy

sowing hope through my skin

but I arrive at your port and capsize

and my joy turns to sobs

when I hear there's nothing to be done.

I compare, and it seems untrue,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

Who doesn't remember the laughter or the tears

of that first dreamy kiss?

Laughter for the one who drank good wine

Crying for the one who toasted with poison.

Y me parece mentira AC

So this is a cover of a song by Wendir and he asked if I would do a version in my own unique style... back handed compliment maybe hahahahaha!!!

First of all I was surprised anyone would want me to cover their music. So may I thank Wendir for the opportunity!!! 👏 I had fun with this i wont lie, its a great song and I love the lyrics and structure. ❤ 

I made some minor tweaks to chords
and structure to fit my style to make sure it was authentically from the heart and souls as possible. 

I felt it in my soul whilst paying the various guitar parts 🎸🎸🎸. and singing.  I hope I have done your song justice @wendir and I hope you hear my sincerity in my playing and singing. 🔥 

You may hear my zakk Wylde influences on the vocals and mark knopfler on the cleaner question and answer lead. and some others I wasn't aware if (outro verse randy Rhodes attempt)..Either way I bloody loved recording this and I hope you all out there on scoundcloud enjoy it too... please do listen, like, repost and repeat!!!!!! 👍 ✌💘 

I am always up for a colab, just ask my good friend @Somewhere77'.

#cowboy #spagehettiwestern #duel #hardrock #texasblues #zakkwylde #rock #southernmetal #blues #mexicana #rhandyroads #ozzyosbourne #classsicrock #90s #80s #70s #direatraits #marknopfler #dusttilldawn #chrisRhea #chrisisaaks

***LYRICS***

Woke up this mornin’ with a war in my head,
Battles still ragin’ from the things I never said.
Mirror’s starin’ like it knows my shame,
Tryin’ to outrun what I can’t even name.... 

Clock keeps tickin’, drawin’ lines in the sand,
Life throws punches I don’t always withstand,
Voices in the shadows whisper doubt,
But I fight like hell to drown ’em out.
Fight like hell to drown them out... 

It’s the duel, every night, every dream I chase,
A thousand masks, one haunted face.
Truth cuts deep, but I never kneel,
Wounds may bleed, but they help me feel.
Yeah, it’s the duel this war is real..... 

No white flag, no retreat in sight,
Just broken wings still learnin’ flight,
Each scar’s a story carved in bone,
In the ring of fire, I stand alone... 

It’s the duel, in the dark, in the blinding light,
The endless fight to make wrong feel right.
I stumble, I burn, but I rise anew,
’Cause losing ain’t an option when you’re true.
Yeah, it’s the duel—me against the truth. 

So bring the storm, let the thunder roll,
This battlefield is carved in my soul.
Day by day, I play the fool—
But I never walk away… from the duel!!!!!!

The Duel (cover of Wendir original)

In life we sometimes only have a few, if any, really close friends.
A close friend is someone you can talk to and not feel as if you're imposing on their time with your most intimate conversations.
God knows I can talk too much sometimes.
That reality has been made even more significant when that friend is a fellow musician who shares your musical ideas and taste's.
David is a true artist and composer who has been through thick and thin with me.
I owe him so much for being my friend through all these years.
He played masterful guitar on this track adding the glue that made it stick to the mood we created.

25/November/2019

Parts Unknown/Featuring David Wayne Hardy on Guitar

Ex-guitariste-compositeur du groupe ANIMO, voici quelques nouveaux titres... A la recherche d'interprètes...

05 The Waterfall

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